Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 246 Campaign Strategy
After finishing all the activities , Martin, who was so tired that his legs and feet were weak, sat in the back seat of the Ford F150. Even if he wanted to rest, he first put some eye drops in Jeff's already red and swollen eyes, and then took the Cepacol oral spray with anesthetic and throat moisturizing effects and sprayed it into Jeff's wide open mouth. After finishing all this, he leaned back in the back seat comfortably, and did not forget to encourage Jeff:
"It seems that politicians have a hard time making money now. Of course, it may just be that poor politicians like you have a hard time making money. After all, those big politicians only need to attend one or two fundraising receptions a day, while you go to six nursing homes a day."
Jeff now had no way of responding to Martin's compliments. Today, he had completed six high-intensity speeches almost non-stop . This made his throat hot and sore, as he had never spoken so much in a single day before. His entire throat was swollen, and every time he spoke it was like someone was grinding his poor vocal cords with a file. At this moment, he closed his mouth tightly, trying to let the spray medicine quickly relieve the pain.
Although tired, Jeff was very excited. The veterans hugged him, encouraged him and supported him like a father.
Tommy was counting the money in the passenger seat, letting Martin and Jeff rest in the back seat with their eyes closed. It was not until Page drove the car to Jeff's door that he turned around and said to Jeff:
"It's time. Don't play mouth games with your wife tonight. Don't drink alcohol, eat onions and peppers. Go to bed early. Tomorrow Martin will take you to visit nursing homes until you have visited all 17 nursing homes for veterans in Miami. And, Jeff, if you perform as well as you did today every day, I promise you will get a ticket to Washington."
As he spoke, Tommy stretched out his hand to Jeff. Jeff closed his mouth but nodded with a smile on his face. Then he high-fived Tommy and bumped fists with Martin before opening the car door and jumping out.
Outside the house at dusk, his wife Jessica and four children, plus two good friends Zack and Alan, were waiting for his return. Jeff opened his arms and picked up his two little daughters who rushed over. Then a group of people surrounded him and he walked into the house, disappearing from Tommy's sight.
After Jeff left, Martin stretched his neck, which had become stiff from taking a nap, and then rubbed his hands excitedly. He said to Tommy, "We made a lot of money today, right, boss? I saw how excited those veterans were."
Tommy handed Martin the backpack on his lap that held cash and checks, along with the ledger in which he had just recorded the donors and donation data: "Three hundred and seventeen people, small checks and cash totaling six thousand seven hundred and twenty-five dollars."
"According to what you said before that we would take 80%, we can probably take..." Martin didn't expect Tommy to hand all the money to him. He took it hesitantly, and then began to calculate seriously, trying to figure out how much they could get from these donations.
"Tomorrow you have to take some time to go to Miami City Hall to formally register and establish Jeff Lavine's political action committee, inject all these donations into it, and then take out three thousand dollars in the name of the committee to produce a large number of Jeff's campaign image billboards, print his campaign slogan 'Say No to Cubans', and then fill all the Cuban gathering places in the 18th District for me." Tommy signaled Paige to drive, and after Paige started the car, he said to Martin, who was still imagining dividing the money.
Martin was stunned for a moment. He thought he had heard wrongly. He looked up at Tommy and found that Tommy had not changed his words:
"Boss, you've always said that our goal is not to... make money, right? Now that we have the money, we have to spend it again? Moreover, making billboards and installing them in places where Cubans gather? You know that angry Cubans will definitely not let the billboards survive the night. Your idea is just like making a billboard in Liberty City, Miami, saying that the black boxing champion Ali is a white man. They didn't kill the billboard installers on the spot, which shows that they are polite."
Making a bunch of election billboards with slogans that are clearly hostile to Cuba and installing them in Cuban territory? Is this a preparation for false accounting? Announce that 10,000 billboards were made, but in fact only 1,000 were made and sent to Cuban territory, and then the Cubans destroyed them, just in time for people to no longer be able to determine the investment in the billboards?
While Martin was still guessing what Tommy was thinking, Tommy continued:
"We will hire some people who are good at filming to follow and film the installation of billboards, and record the Cubans burning and destroying those billboards. Then, we will broadcast those videos on TV and publish them in newspapers in the name of Jeff's campaign ads. The slogan of the ads is: Some people say that 45% of this area is Cuban, but this is not a reason for them to act lawlessly. Patriot Jeff reminds everyone to bravely say no to the Cubans."
Martin opened his mouth. A billboard with a message about boycotting Cubans was destroyed by Cubans, and then the Cubans' behavior was broadcast on TV? What did the Cubans do wrong? They were pointed at their noses and told to get out of the United States, but they couldn't tear down the billboard? White people are so fucking bad.
Tommy lit a cigarette with the cigarette lighter:
"Try to hire black people to install the billboards, understand? The kind of black people with vicious mouths. I need them to irritate the Cubans when installing the billboards, and it would be best if a conflict broke out on the spot."
Tommy held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the scenery outside the car window. "For our country, which is already in a major crisis, the conflict between blacks and whites is a small problem. It doesn't matter who is the master and who is the slave. What's important is that outsiders are invading. No matter whether we were slaves or masters before, at this moment, let's put aside our grudges, unite, drive away the damn Cubans first, and then discuss how many whips we should whip the blacks."
However, Tommy didn't react at all after hearing this. Instead, he nodded repeatedly. "Yes, that's it. Also, put the photo of Jeff hugging the black veterans in the nursing home in the newspapers that black people like to read. We need to instill in black people the idea that blacks and whites are both free Floridians, but Cubans are fucking Cubans."
That attitude made Martin feel as if he had used the wrong tone just now? Did the boss really not hear the sarcasm in it, but instead heard encouragement?
But before Martin could continue his attempt to commit suicide, Tommy had already exhaled smoke and said:
"You also need to register a political consulting company as soon as possible, and the amount of donations you take from Jeff's political action committee as compensation will be determined by the service contract you provide to Jeff."
Martin was stunned: "You mean, I...I registered a company and I'm the boss? Jeff will pay me whatever I fill in the contract?"
Tommy nodded. "And you don't need to share it with me, or with Paige and those bad guys in Nick's crew. Whatever you make is yours. Of course, if you need to hire someone other than us, you have to pay for the expenses, and you don't need to pay me."
His boss had never been so generous. He owned the entire company, and Tommy was willing to give him advice for free. He had full control over all the money. What had happened? The Black Light Gambia had finally wiped out the Soviet Union in three days, and now it had decided to attack America? Why did the stingy white boss want to show his goodwill to him before the blacks really ruled the country, so as to avoid being caught and shot?
"According to today's data, if we visit all 17 nursing homes, we can probably raise about 18,000 dollars, and the number of people who are willing to vote for Jeff in the end should be guaranteed to reach 3,000. As a campaign manager who can help a fool like Jeff get the support of 3,000 people in a short period of time, even if you lose in the end, you are already a powerful figure in the eyes of many people. In order to get talents like you, they will invest in or acquire your small company, let you get a sum of money, and then join a larger political consulting company to help more politicians run for elections. In short, in the election of 200,000 people in the 18th District, if you can eventually get Jeff, a political novice, to get 10,000 votes in this election, then regardless of whether you win or lose, your company will be worth 700,000. This is the real cost of votes for the election campaign. In order to get one vote, a politician needs to pay about 100 dollars, of which 70 dollars is earned by the political consultant he hired to develop his campaign strategy or the company where the campaign manager works." Tommy leaned his head against the backrest and said with a smile.
"While you accompany Jeff to continue visiting and giving speeches these days, I will go to raise funds separately. You need to take the time to register a private polling company and hire a group of telephone investigators. This way, we can obtain the home phone numbers of residents in this area in the name of the polling company and call them to conduct polls without being accused of telephone harassment. But in fact, we are harassing them by phone." Tommy flicked the ash from his cigarette and said to Martin.
When Martin heard about the survey company, he nodded in understanding. "I understand this. The survey company will call and ask which candidate you support, right? Then they will deliberately only give the names of two candidates, one who is very famous in the district, and the other who is unknown. This will make the famous one look like they have more support. Every time the election comes, countless crappy polling companies will call in under the guise of telephone polling to promote the candidates they support."
"That's a question only an idiot at the city council's level would ask. The question your polling company asked is to get rid of the Cuban woman named Rosario Kennedy who is ranked first in the Democratic Party. The survey question you designed for the public is whether they support the felony furlough plan that Rosario Kennedy previously proposed and vigorously promoted." Tommy opened the notebook next to him, turned to a page, tore it off, and handed it to Martin.
Martin then proceeded to mouth: "What's the problem? What vacation plan?"
“The people on the other end of the line will ask the same questions as you,” Tommy said, “and the answers are written above.”
Martin looked down at the piece of paper that Tommy had torn off. It clearly read:
Florida previously banned first-degree murderers from taking furloughs, but a Cuban woman named Rosario Kennedy, while serving as a member of the Miami City Commission, attempted to pass a state bill called the Serious Inmate Furlough Program, which would allow first-degree murderers to enjoy the same benefits of taking furloughs to visit their families as other minor offenders if they behaved well after serving a period of time in prison.
But he soon shut up and stopped teasing, because Tommy later wrote about the consequences of this bill during its short trial phase -
A criminal who was sentenced to life imprisonment for first-degree murder after killing a seven-year-old black boy during a home robbery was given a chance to go on leave during the probationary period. He then kidnapped a young couple, raped the wife multiple times in front of the husband, and then brutally murdered them.
Following this tragedy, the bill was stopped from being promoted.
"Fuck! That criminal single-handedly destroyed the vacation dreams of countless black people. It would be better if he was a white person." Martin cursed after reading it.
"Let all the white and black people in this area believe that this woman is a communist spy sent by Cuba. She has corrupted the Kennedy family and is preparing to release countless imprisoned Cuban criminals so that they can legally kill Americans. You need to hire lawyers and investigators to find photos of the child's body and photos of the young couple. Find the families of the deceased and have them show up outside the other party's office, home, and at rallies with the photos. If possible, I hope they even show her sleeping with her ex-husband Kennedy. I want to see that woman collapse due to excessive mental stress. I want to see her being questioned and accused without being able to refute. Show those photos to her children. In short, I want everyone to know one thing."
"She is running for one purpose only, and she is killing innocent Americans for the Cubans."
Tommy's voice was very calm, and the temperature in the car was not low, but Martin couldn't help but shudder:
"That woman is also a Democrat, the same party as Jeff."
Tommy said without blinking, "That woman's base is Cuban immigrants. Even if Jeff is willing to lick her Cuban tits behind his wife's back, he won't be able to gain the support of the Cuban voters behind her. Since she has no use value, there is no need to hesitate to destroy her."
Martin swallowed hard. A woman, who might have never met his boss, and they might not even have heard of each other's name before. But just because... she wanted to compete with Jeff for a seat in the House of Representatives, Tommy could design such a vicious plan without batting an eyelid and completely destroy her.
Threatening her children, showing photos of the dead body everywhere so that the dead could not rest in peace, and falsely accusing her of being a Cuban spy...
Martin didn't dare to think about it any further. He shook his head and then took the initiative to change the subject:
"Boss, you just said... that you will also go to raise funds when Jeff and I are raising funds? You won't be with us next time?"
"Seventeen veterans from the nursing home can only raise less than 20,000 yuan, so they are not the sponsors. They are just Jeff's basic vote bank. Assuming Jeff can gain 3,000 veteran supporters, if his support rate is not enough in the end and he needs to withdraw from the election, he can also sell the veterans for hundreds of thousands. But whether it is 20,000 or hundreds of thousands, it is too little. We need the kind of sponsor who can write a large check." Tommy threw the cigarette butt out of the car window:
"He's a big money sponsor who can help him change his image, rent a large venue, buy advertising space, and dominate TV ads and newspaper headlines."
"Didn't you say before that the wealthy companies and institutions in this area already have...a choice?"
"That's why I'm going to do it separately from you. I'm going to set up a social charity organization and use the fact that charities don't need to disclose information about donors to absorb those...black campaign money."
“How could anyone not like to show off their donation?”
"Of course, there are some church organizations that deviate slightly from mainstream religious texts. I have done some research and found that there are quite a few such church organizations in Florida, and they are all very wealthy."
"Wait, you...you mean those weird cults that claim to be God?"
"Pay attention to the wording. That's called religious freedom, Martin. It's a right granted to the American people by the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution! People have the right to decide what kind of God or other things they believe in." Tommy corrected Martin's words with great dissatisfaction:
"We all believe in God, but because we have different understandings of the doctrines of the same Bible, we are slandered as cults by mainstream sects. This is a blatant slander."
Paige drove the car to Zach's house and said, "Boss, we're here."
Tommy opened the car door and prepared to get out. Martin couldn't help but ask:
"What good can Jeff offer these cults?"
Tommy thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. Maybe after Jeff is elected, he will seek to join the House Religious Protection Committee of the United States Congress? Will he call on Congress to allow all denominations to open independent TV stations across the United States in the name of religious freedom? I'll see what the other party needs and say what I want."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's meaningless. It's just an excuse to cheat the cult out of their money. We're only cheating once anyway, and we don't expect Jeff to pass this position on to his descendants in the name of hereditary succession." Tommy got out of the car and walked towards Zack's house.
Martin chased after Tommy and said, "So, the large donations, or what you call black money, are firmly in the hands of the social charity organization you founded. How much you spend on Jeff depends entirely on your mood. The money I have is not even as much as the small change you have."
Tommy smiled brightly and said, "It's 20-80. That's very fair. Of the money earned in Jeff's name, 20% is in your hands and 80% is in my hands."
"If he is worth investing in, we will reward him more, just like rewarding an obedient dog. If he is not worth investing in, we will take the money and look for the next obedient dog."
"Does American politics sound easier to understand now?"
