Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 241 Acting Skills
Martin followed the script that Page had given him. He walked out of the police station with a self-deprecating and fearless expression. Then he saw a dozen men and women who looked like reporters surrounding him. He looked surprised and asked , "What's going on, guys?"
"Martin, Mr. Martin Hart?" A reporter raised a microphone and asked Martin loudly, "What do you think about the defamation of Mr. Jeff Lavine, one of the candidates, on the second day of this special election in this district?"
Martin walked forward with the people surrounding him, and said indifferently: "It's none of my business, everyone. If I slander, the police will not let me out, OK? This means that Jeff... I mean, maybe, maybe it's not him who is slandered, but the facts?"
"Then what do you think about the fact that he ran around for you, compensated Costco for your losses, asked the other party to issue a letter of apology for you, and personally came to the police station to submit it in exchange for your being able to get out of this?" Martin saw the crew leader Nick, who was disguised as a reporter, coming up to him and said loudly.
Is this because they are worried that other reporters won't ask this question, so they have to arrange reliable people to fight? Martin saw that the other party was so close to him that his saliva almost sprayed on his face, and he thought unhappily.
Although he was unhappy, Martin's performance was very real. He froze in his tracks when he heard this, staring at Nick in disbelief: "What did you just say?"
"I said, it was Jeff... We all saw Jeff go to Costco to compensate you for your losses, and then asked the manager to issue you a letter of apology stating that he would no longer pursue this small theft. Finally, he came here and formally submitted his own letter of apology regarding your defamation of him and the supermarket's letter of apology regarding your theft to the police station. That's why you were released by the police station." Nick said to Martin, holding the microphone.
Martin turned around slowly and looked at the reporters around him in confusion: "This is impossible, he shouldn't be here... I mean, he shouldn't be here."
This turning movement allowed the surrounding cameras to capture Martin's expression change from shock to confusion in an instant.
"Sir, he shouldn't be the one coming. Who should come? Who do you want to come..." Another reporter keenly caught Martin's gaffe and the mistakes in his words, and asked loudly.
"I just said that I didn't expect him to come." Martin came back to his senses from the shock and immediately corrected his speech errors in his absent-minded state. Then he asked, "If it was Jeff Lavine who brought me out, where is he... where is he now?"
Not far away, in a hamburger fast food restaurant, Jeff, still in the gray-blue work clothes, came out with a large takeaway paper bag. With a simple smile on his face, he raised the paper bag containing two hamburgers in his hand to Martin: "Martin, I bought the most delicious burger in the area, a fried beaver butt large marshmallow sauce coachman burger! Are you hungry?"
Martin lowered his head and closed his eyes in silence for two seconds in the crowd, then raised his head and looked at Jeff who was walking over: "They said, it was you...you who took me out of the police station and issued a letter of apology."
Jeff walked up to Martin, took out a burger from the paper bag and handed it to Martin, saying expectantly, "Try it. I've been eating it for 20 years and I'm still not tired of it."
Martin took the large paper box containing the hamburger. He could still feel the warmth of the food through the box. He looked at Jeff and said, "I...thank you, Jeff Lavin."
"Try it. If it's cold, you won't be able to enjoy the freshly fried beaver butt in your mouth..." Jeff also took out a burger and urged Martin while unpacking it. Martin interrupted him and smiled absentmindedly: "Thank you for your description. It made me realize that people in the Upper East Side of Miami actually eat fried beaver butts... WTF... What is this?"
Martin opened the hamburger box and asked about the large yellow and white sticky lump on it.
"Large marshmallow sauce. This shop is famous for making the marshmallow sauce look like a large one, so this signature burger is called the Fried Beaver Butt Large Marshmallow Sauce Coachman Burger." Jeff took a big bite, his face full of satisfaction, and said vaguely, "I won't get tired of this for another 20 years. Come on, follow me home."
As Jeff was talking, he was eating a burger and walking forward. Martin stood there, looking at the burger that looked like poop, then looked at Jeff and asked loudly: "Hey!"
"What?" Jeff turned around with a confused look on his face and looked at Martin, who was standing still.
"Let's go together? Jessica has told me that she will cook Chinese food tonight and asked me to take you back to taste her cooking. Believe me, it will definitely be the most delicious Chinese food you will ever have in your life. It will be delicious even in China. There will be fried chop suey sandwiches, pickled pork buns, and clam and chicken dumpling soup."
Martin looked around in disbelief, and finally opened his arms to Jeff: "Do you really know what happened today? I still have things to do. I mean, I'm sorry, thank you, and... thank Jessica for me. I can't taste her cooking with you anymore. I still have work to do, Jeff."
"Yes, of course you have a job. You are my campaign manager, but... I mean, this job doesn't affect dinner, right? Do you need to work overtime?" Jeff looked at Martin with a strange expression: "Go eat first. You can work better if you have the strength."
Martin froze in his place and looked at Jeff: "What did you say?"
"I asked you if you need to work overtime?" Jeff scratched his head in confusion and said to Martin.
Martin pressed, "The previous sentence."
"You are my campaign manager, aren't you? Didn't we agree to go to Washington together to demonstrate the solid wood balls and solid wood boards to reveal the truth?" Jeff smiled hearty and honestly, and said in a serious tone.
Martin was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth repeatedly but no sound came out. He just stood there with the hamburger in his hand, struggling. Finally, under the gaze of the reporters and the camera, he turned around and looked deeply towards the west. Then he turned around and showed Jeff a bright smile with a mouthful of white teeth:
"You don't blame me for slandering you? Are you still going to let me be your campaign manager?"
"It's a bit weird, so you have to remember to compensate me for the fourteen dollars." Jeff thought for a moment and smiled at Martin: "Not only did I compensate Costco for seven dollars, I also bought a hundred large-sized TTs and gave them to the neighbors."
In the sunshine, Martin quickly caught up and walked forward side by side with Jeff.
Tommy sat in the passenger seat of a car on the side of the road, watching Jeff and Martin walk away, and asked Paige in the driver's seat: "Jeff's acting is a bit poor. I scolded him for a long time before he could barely show it. Look, Martin's acting is good, so natural, a black man who values friendship and self-reliance, and the emotional transition is so smooth."
"Yeah, before the emancipation of the slaves, black people's acting skills were not only good, but impeccable. Freedom has ruined black people." Page responded with a smile in a calm tone, holding the steering wheel with both hands in the driver's seat, but he soon put away his smile:
"Miss Sophia O'Connor called and said that two actresses from Susan's agency had obtained direct evidence and could cause trouble for Fox at any time. Then Wolf Tucker also called and the investigative reporter he arranged also got some information about KeyBank. To use the words of Mr. Jim Manz, it was as black as a nigger woman's vagina. Finally, Mr. Stephen Bean said that if you don't talk to him again, he will come to Miami and kill you himself."
"Remember to have Jim find trouble with those investigative reporters. How could such dirty information be obtained so easily? Don't believe Jim's lies. It's obvious that he is mocking the reporter arranged by Wolfe as a rookie. " Tommy picked up a newspaper in the car and spread it out, then motioned for Page to drive. "Besides, it's still early. Let me play some games to change my mood. I didn't expect to play political games while vacationing in Miami. Take me to the Miami Veterans Affairs Management Center to see how to get Jeff in touch with those old guys."
