Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 251 Each One is Definitely Fat Enough
Late at night, Jeff lay on the bed in the bedroom and looked through the information Martin gave him. After Jessica coaxed all the children to sleep and gave them a goodnight kiss, she returned to the bedroom and saw the exaggerated tattoo on her man's back. She covered her forehead in pain, stood by the bed and looked at Jeff for a while, then hesitated and spoke:
"Jeff, we need to talk."
Jeff put down the information and said, "Yes, we need to talk. Martin told me that my best result is fourth place in the party, and I need more support from the party votes. Before Zach left, he thought of a way. He said he could plan a competition and set the prize money high enough to attract everyone to participate. But the only requirement for registration is that the contestant must be a Democrat and promise to vote for me in the party primary. He will stay with Alan tonight and prepare to choose one from several alternative competition plans. You should give us some opinions. Which one do you think is more attractive, the ugliest chest hair competition, the chickpea can eating competition, the ankle wrestling competition, or the beach high heels sprint competition?"
"Jeff, I'm not going to talk about your election..." Jessica said with a sigh.
"Ring, ring, ring~~" Before Jessica finished speaking, the extension phone beside the bed rang. Jeff reached out and pressed the hands-free button. Before he could speak, he heard the excited voices of his two smart best friends:
"Jeff, we've got an idea! We've combined the chickpea can eating and ankle wrestling competitions into one. Alan and I just came up with the idea. The two of us lay down in the living room of Alan's house and stretched out our legs to wrestle our ankles. Alan's mother Melissa helped us referee. But right at the start, Alan was killed by me. Guess why he lost his best event? He's the best at ankle wrestling among the three of us!"
"Let me tell him! Because Zach let out the stinkiest and loudest fart since the birth of Florida! As soon as I straightened my waist and exerted force, I felt a ball of gas hit my face, and then I fainted!" Allen then rushed to say on the phone: "Later I figured out why he could fart so exaggeratedly, because he ate the fried chickpeas prepared by my mother and drank two cans of iced Coke taken out of the refrigerator!"
"Think about it, if we have a chickpea ankle wrestling competition, there will definitely be..." Jessica walked up and hung up the phone, looking at Jeff who was excited and eager to try: "I say, we need to talk, Jeff!"
Jeff looked at his wife with a confused look on his face. "But... Zach and the others haven't finished talking yet. Don't you think this game is very interesting? Do we still have canned chickpeas in our refrigerator?"
As she was about to pick up the phone and call back , Jessica pulled out the line and said, "The competition is very interesting. I think the three of you will definitely win first, second and third place. Jeff, I support you in hosting this competition, but there is only one condition: you have to withdraw from the election."
Jeff was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"I said, I want you to withdraw from the election. I don't want to live the life I have now. I want to go back to the past, with you, four kids, and two dogs. Every day you go to fix the water pipes, and then you go to volunteer at school, and at night the whole family sits in the living room and watches popular TV series." Jessica pursed her lips, stared at Jeff and said seriously.
Jeff saw his wife's serious expression and sat up from the bed. "Life now is no different from before, except that there are a few more people. I understand. Tomorrow I will go to the furniture store to order two larger sofas to ensure that everyone can sit comfortably on the sofa. I..."
"It has nothing to do with the sofa! Look at you, your messy tattoos, your home that looks like a military base, and that bad dog wearing an American flag bandana that raped all the bitches in the neighborhood!" Jessica sat powerlessly next to Jeff and looked up at the photo of herself wearing camouflage uniforms and practicing shooting in high school in front of the two of them in the bedroom:
"And this ugly photo, this is not my life, this is not our life, Jeff!"
Jeff rubbed his face and sighed: "Jessica, I also feel that this kind of life recently makes me a little...uncomfortable..."
Jessica's eyes suddenly lit up, and she stared at her husband hopefully. But the next second, Jeff put down his hands and said to his wife seriously, "But Tommy, Martin, Marcus and everyone on the election team are working hard to help me get elected. They are all busy for me. I can't hide away and be lazy."
"And those veterans who are like my father, remember, I promised them that I would go to Washington to seek justice for them. This is my responsibility as a candidate."
Jessica roared angrily, "No! That's not your responsibility at all! That's what Tommy and Martin made you believe. It's not your original dream at all. Do you remember why you ran for election? You, Zack and Allen wanted to make everyone believe that the earth is flat, remember? Tommy and Martin replaced your brain! Those veterans are not your father! You are just you, Jeff Lavin, you are just a logistics soldier responsible for loading and unloading musical instruments in the National Guard Band! You are just a plumber who is good at repairing all kinds of pipes! You are just a good neighbor in the eyes of your neighbors! What Tommy and Martin brought us is not the life we want at all!"
"I am also a good neighbor and an excellent plumber now." Jeff couldn't understand his wife's anger, but he hugged his wife's shoulders as gently as possible and whispered to her: "I will always be the person you said I was."
Jessica leaned her head on her husband's chest and spoke slowly in a gentle voice: "I want you to lie in bed and tell me what interesting things you did with Zach Allen and the others every night, just like in the past, instead of telling me every day how miserable those veterans are. I want you to comment on the food I cook at the dinner table, just like in the past, instead of not caring about what we eat and only caring about what Martin says. Jeff, that kind of politician's life is not suitable for ordinary people like us. I think our two dogs..."
At the same time, in the office of Tucker Consulting, Martin heard every word of Jeff and his wife's conversation through the telephone wiretap in the bedroom.
The two staff members who were reporting their work progress to him in the office also heard the conversation between Jeff and his wife. They looked at Martin with confusion in their eyes.
If their employer decides to withdraw from the election, then a lot of the work they are doing now will be useless. Of course, the other party will need to continue to pay the bill, but everyone can relax and no longer be so busy.
"Anyway, the two hundred thousand has already been deposited into the account. If he insists on withdrawing from the election, the company can make the money more easily." A subordinate said tentatively when he saw the conflicted expression on Martin's face.
As long as Martin agreed, everyone could finish work and take a vacation. The two subordinates felt that Martin would not stop their employer's decision to withdraw from the election. After all, he could earn $200,000 in two weeks and didn't even need to participate in the party primary. Even an idiot would know to nod in agreement.
Martin picked up the phone and called Lance, a black man who slept in Jeff's pickup truck and served as Jeff's driver, bodyguard and pet dog sitter: "Lance, this is Martin. Jeff was tricked by Jessica in bed into wanting to withdraw from the election. As a lifesaver who provided you, a retired homeless man, with a valuable job opportunity, do you have anything to repay me for this matter?"
"You should get up early tomorrow and find some veterans to wait near his house. Let them see Jeff and be grateful to him as a veteran. Tie him up and restrain him like the heroine in some Japanese movies with moral shackles to make him unable to move. If you mess up, I will euthanize your pet dog that fucked the bitches on the whole street, and then bring your ex-wife who broke three of your ribs and is furious because you stole the dog to reunite with you. Very good."
After explaining, Martin hung up the phone, leaned his head back on the chair, imitated his boss Tommy and made a thinking gesture, clenched his fist and tapped the back of the chair lightly. He soon came up with an idea, picked up the phone again, and called Gina:
"Hi, Gina, are you asleep? This is Martin. Are you about to call Marcus and ask him what kind of clothes can make a man named Stephen fall in love with you? I don't think this is a good idea. No, no, no, Stephen is not a liar. He is of course a real old-fashioned wealthy man in California. There is just a problem. We don't need you and Stephen to be a temporary partner because your sister persuaded Jeff to withdraw from the election, understand? You can continue to look through the job ads in the newspaper now. I wish you good luck. I'm sorry, I still have to call Stephen and make this matter clear to him. In the next three days, I plan to introduce my half-sister to him. I hope I will have the opportunity to have a billionaire brother-in-law and become the uncle of several future billionaires. I..."
Martin heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone, looked at his two men, and shrugged: "Gina was so angry that she hung up the phone. Paige used a similar trick to trick me into becoming the boss's bodyguard. Now I understand how good it feels."
"So, we still have to continue working?" The two men looked at Martin.
Martin gave a perfunctory smile. "Of course, we have a chance to make more money. Why not? We have to let Jeff continue to do what we think is right."
"What if your threats... no, I mean your attempts to keep Jeff don't work on him, and he insists on withdrawing from the election?"
"Before my boss sends Page to kill me, I will let those angry veterans kill him." Martin took a deep breath and said to his subordinate unhappily. Then he suddenly seemed to think of something and spoke slowly:
"Yeah, now I finally understand why there are always all kinds of strange deaths of politicians in America, because they refuse to listen to their bosses and refuse to do the right thing."
A university intern spoke up as a matter of course, in a tone of mock humor: "Isn't this a matter of course?"
"Do you know what the Miller means?" Martin asked, his eyes wide open.
The other party shook his head blankly.
Martin smiled in realization: "Now I understand why I am a miller."
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Stephen poked his head out of the hotel's swimming pool, smoothed his wet hair with both hands, walked up the ladder, took a glass of mead handed to him by the swimsuit girl beside the pool, and let the girl wipe the water stains on his body with a towel. He sat by the pool and looked at Tommy who was still swimming in the pool:
"I heard from Jim that there are reporters at KeyBank investigating how it operates. Are you sure there won't be any problems?"
Tommy didn't respond to him. He insisted on swimming two rounds before climbing out of the pool. "I arranged this. Let the shareholders behind you relax and let them rest assured. I will only let the reporters find out the results I hope they can find out. This is good for us."
"That's the only thing. No, there's one more." Stephen laughed, took a sip of wine, and said to Tommy.
"I guess, Bill is going to come to Miami to campaign for that Cuban woman? And you and your father, as big donors to the Democrats in Congress, are going to come and investigate how much donation that woman is worth, and help Bill show off his muscles at the Florida Democratic Party headquarters? After all, maybe the congressmen here may not buy into Bill's account, but they must buy into the account of the Bean family, a long-standing Democratic supporter." Tommy said calmly with an expression that said, "I knew it a long time ago."
Stephen looked at Tommy in surprise: "How did you know Bill would come to Miami?"
"The newspaper says that President Bush will come to Miami next week to support the Cuban woman who is the Republican candidate. Bill is working hard to integrate the factions within the Democratic Party and prepare for the impact on the next president. How can we miss such an opportunity?" Tommy looked at Stephen suspiciously: "I've told you many times to keep the good habit of reading newspapers and watching the news every day."
Stephen drank the mead in the glass and motioned the girl to refill his glass. Then he continued to explain to Tommy, "I want to make it clear in advance that I don't care who enters the House of Representatives. It doesn't matter if you elect the idiot Jeff or the Cuban woman who is more favored by the local party, but that woman's ex-husband is from the Kennedy family. You know that my father Pete served as Assistant Secretary of Health during the tenure of President Kennedy and President Johnson. So I'm going to sit in on the fundraising reception that Bill is holding for that woman and write a check."
Tommy clinked glasses with him. "My only suggestion is that Bill's reception should be held after the primary election. That Cuban woman is doomed. Even if she insists on using her ex-husband Kennedy's last name after the divorce, it won't save her. I say that."
"I'll tell you. OK, let's get back to business. When are we going to the church to raise funds? This is the first time I've felt such a strong interest in religion." After Stephen finished talking about business, he asked Tommy warmly.
Tommy wrapped himself in a bath towel and wiped the water stains off his face. "Those female believers are far inferior to the girls in Hollywood. They are just pretty shells with nothing inside. You won't like them. So, apart from the materials of my group, there is nothing we can use from Jason and the Phoenix Order guy."
"Produce as usual. I talked to Mr. Turner about the general situation. He doesn't think it's a big problem. If he thinks it's okay, then I have no problem with it either. After all, it's his TV station that's broadcasting it." Stephen said:
"He thinks the stunt you created is more exciting than the script. You just need to delete some overly sensitive and controversial scenes. It should be fine. He runs three TV networks and should have very deep connections in the FCC. If the Australian Fox TV network can broadcast a program like America's Most Wanted, then why can't Turner Network broadcast the more inspirational Apprentice."
"For example, Jason and Susie, while starting their own business from scratch, also provided training and found job opportunities for illegal immigrants, which shows the helpfulness of Americans."
"For example, that idiot Belt, his greenhouse cultivation training business allows farmers living in the bitter cold of Washington State to grow the plants they want in the cold season, so that the people of Washington State can enjoy the vegetables or other plants they want in all seasons."
"The only problem is your group. Mr. Turner and I both think that helping a fool run for a seat in the House of Representatives is a bigger gimmick than the previous two, but man, you're fucking scary. The pigeons, veterans, and neighbors in the beginning don't matter, they're all fine, but the part about you sacrificing your life to preach in a cult church can't be broadcast. It doesn't matter how much donations you raised, or even if you left some in the foundation..."
"Wait until the election is over and reshoot a scene to replace the church's donation with a presentable donor?" Tommy sighed. "If you are willing to help me go to the Jewish neighborhood to attend a rally in three days , I will agree to reshoot according to your script."
Stephen said to Tommy seriously, "Very good, the plot is this, you raise funds for Jeff, become a gigolo and sell yourself to fat women, and then those fat women donate a large sum of money. I can personally help you select the actors for those fat women. Believe me, Tommy, we are good brothers, and I guarantee that every one of them will be fat enough."
