Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 253 The Happy Life of the Rich
After Martin finished dealing with a series of phone calls and piles of data reports, without even taking time to relieve the pain from bending his head and crooked neck for too long, he ran to see Tommy to report on the progress. According to Tommy's instructions, Coral Street had already obtained the approval for Jeff's rally, and there were still some details on the scene that needed to be discussed and confirmed with Tommy.
Then I saw Tommy having a happy vacation in Treasure Beach, and with him was Stephen and the new crew members. It seemed that I was the only one who was busy as hell.
Even though there were countless tourists on Treasure Beach at the moment, Martin saw Tommy and Stephen at a glance, mainly because these two guys were too dazzling.
Tommy was wearing a pair of sunglasses, a cheap floral shirt sold on a transport cart, beach pants, flip-flops. His shirt was unbuttoned and his chest was open, with a few cheap silver or gold necklaces hanging on his chest. He was sitting under a parasol with his legs spread wide. The empty seat next to him was surrounded by several hot Cuban grass skirt girls. A little further away, there were a dozen men dressed similarly to him.
Tommy, who was surrounded by people like a star, looked like the illegitimate son of a Colombian drug lord who came to the United States to expand his business.
Martin even saw two young police officers in uniform, both of whom were standing near Tommy, laughing and chatting from time to time.
Twenty meters across from him, Stephen was also sitting under a parasol, but his temperament was completely different from Tommy's. He was wearing a clean stiff-collared shirt, trousers and leather shoes, with a carpet under his feet to prevent his shoes from sinking into the sand. But he didn't look too well, his shirt collar had been torn open by himself and his sleeves were rolled up. The dozen or so beauties and the dozen or so men who looked equally gentlemanly around him all had solemn expressions on their faces.
This situation surprised Martin a little. It seemed as if Tommy had become a passionate and fierce South American gang boss, and the white-haired Stephen was the new head of the British Mafia. The two sides set up a battlefield on this beach in Florida.
The photographer who was supposed to be responsible for following Tommy was now biting a cigar in his mouth, wearing only a pair of beach shorts, with a camera on his waist, pointing the lens at the empty beach between the two sides. At this time, a Florida swimsuit girl with an outstanding figure was standing on a small stage built on the beach, with a high-power recorder next to her. The girl faced the camera, shaking her long hair and body to the violent dance music, showing off her hot dance, radiating sexiness and hotness.
In front of both sides, two or three hundred men and women, who were obviously tourists, formed a semicircle, watching the beautiful girls dancing in front of them as if they were watching a concert. People kept raising their beers and cheering loudly for the women.
At the end of the dance, the hot girl dancing on the field did an exaggerated and sexy split, leaning back, sticking out her chest and shaking her hair, which brought her performance to a perfect and exciting end!
Even Martin, who had just arrived, was startled by the action and exclaimed "Wow"!
The tourists who had been watching the scene were screaming non-stop. A guy who was obviously acting as a temporary host came up in swimming trunks with a megaphone in his hand. He first motioned the girls to leave the stage, then looked at the audience and said, "Okay, for the fourth round of voting, if you want Katie from Stephen's Angel Dance Troupe to win, you have to suppress the urge to raise your hands! Or, if you think that Barbara, who just appeared from Tommy's House of Bitch, is more attractive to you, let me see you raise your beer! Now!"
As he finished speaking, countless beers were raised high by the tourists cheering. The host simply counted them and said, "I declare! Fourth round! Tommy's slutty bitch Bala wins! The total score is 2:2! Everyone, get ready to enjoy the last round!"
After the girl named Bara learned that she had won, she did not rush to leave the court. Instead, she looked in the direction of Stephen's group provocatively, with her middle fingers raised high: "Go home! Stephen, take your fat wives with you!"
After cursing, she turned around and ran happily to Tommy's side. At this time, everyone on Tommy's side was clapping and celebrating her victory. Tommy stood up and hugged the other party tightly. Then he took the thin stack of banknotes handed by the girl next to him and handed it to the hot girl who was dancing just now: "I think you may not have to sell cheap accessories for the next week. Give yourself a happy vacation. This is what you deserve. You danced very well, Barbara!"
The girl grabbed the money and screamed with joy. Then she hooked her arms around Tommy's neck and kissed him hard. Finally, she raised the money and faced the audience, shouting proudly, "I did it!"
"In the last round, help me finish off Stephen's gang of bad guys, my lovely bitch baby!" Tommy took the cigar handed to him by a girl, put it in his mouth, and said happily to the girl next to him who had finished warming up and was ready to take the lead in the fifth round.
The girl winked at Tommy confidently, and Tommy turned around and looked in the direction of the other men: "Mr. Thomas, Mrs. Thomas, please give Louise some motivation! You are also the sponsor of this competition!"
The middle-aged couple he named, the man didn't even have time to speak, but the wife was already quite excited. When she heard Tommy's call, she immediately waved to Louise who was about to take the stage and said, "Come on! Louise! If you win, I promise to write a recommendation letter for you to the manager of the Florida Charm Dance Company!"
Different from the joyful atmosphere on Tommy's side, Stephen looked at the girl . After hesitating for a while, he finally took off his watch, stood up and walked over to pat the girl's hand: "I am not as smooth-talking as the guy opposite, and I can't say anything touching. But, I'm rich!"
"This watch was given to me last week by a lady from Hollywood in gratitude for my patronage of her business. I don't know how much it's worth, but I think it should be enough to cover your round-trip ticket to Paris. No matter what dance you perform, I want to win. We have to win. I want you, Miss Charlotte, to beat those bitches in front of everyone! No matter what dance you perform."
Several tourist sponsors who were on Stephen's side couldn't help but twitch their eyelids. They were not poor because they could come to Florida for vacation and have fun. It was obviously a Girard-Perregaux 1945 series men's classic watch. Even if it was not Girard-Perregaux's top series, this classic model would cost more than 10,000 yuan in a specialty store.
"Sir, this is the first time we meet, and this is just a game, I can't..." The girl was also shocked. It was just a dance competition on the beach, why did it suddenly become so exaggerated? The girls who had appeared before and won only received some small rewards. For example, with the support of the sponsors of the dance competition, the winning girl could go to a discount supermarket to fill a shopping cart with small items for free, or buy all the goods of the girls who were selling jewelry or cigars to help them finish work early.
But now, this man suddenly took off his watch and gave it to her. She didn't recognize the brand, but she knew the price of a round-trip ticket to Paris. It was not a small amount of money, otherwise she wouldn't have studied while working as a beer salesgirl on the beach during the peak tourist season to save up travel expenses.
"You're right. This is just a game. The watch is not important. Winning the game is important, especially... beating the guy on the other side." Stephen said to the girl in front of him seriously, "That's one of the few pleasures in my life. It's to make that bastard who always has a sure win be defeated by me unexpectedly and show a frustrated expression. So, put away this watch and think carefully for me about how to defeat him."
Martin had wandered near Stephen at this time and happened to hear the conversation between Stephen and the girl. Martin did not comment on what Stephen said. His boss, that bastard, could not lose. Looking at the quality of the girls on both sides, Martin knew that Tommy's side definitely had a higher chance of winning.
It's not that the girls around Stephen are not pretty enough, on the contrary, the girls around Stephen are obviously carefully selected by Stephen, and each of them is of higher quality than Tommy's, especially the girl in charge of the last game, with long light blonde hair, milky skin, delicate features, especially her big eyes, as blue as the water in Florida. Even though she is wearing a bikini that exposes most of her skin, she looks as holy as an angel when she stands there.
But this is also the problem. Look at those slutty girls around boss Tommy. They may not be as beautiful as the girls on Stephen's side, but they are coquettish enough. Even off the court, they still show off their charm. Look, there is a girl pouring coconut juice on her chest, and then lowered her head to lick the coconut juice to tease the audience, causing countless men to stare at her.
Maybe if it comes to getting a wife, men would definitely want to marry the girls around Stephen and then slowly teach them how to flirt with them only. But when it comes to having fun outside, if the gap between the two sides is not too big, of course the unrestrained and cheerful girls around Tommy are more popular, because there is no need to worry that they will not have as much fun as men.
Just when Martin was sure that Tommy would win, the situation turned out to be beyond his expectations. Although the girl on Tommy's side danced very well and was very seductive, winning the support of almost all the tourists, things changed after the girl who accepted Stephen's watch came on stage to perform.
The girl didn't do any weird dance moves. She just threw her bra towards the audience halfway through the dance.
She then kept this bold and revealing look and danced the entire way through.
"A watch can make a fucking angelic girl take off her bra..." Martin smacked his lips, feeling a little sorry for his wrong guess: "No wonder Stephen said, I'm rich! Language is vulnerable in front of money."
The girl on Tommy's side won almost everyone's beer, but after the dance, the tourists raised both of their hands, each holding a bottle of beer, for fear that the host could not see clearly which one they supported more, and even shouted: "Stephen! Stephen! Stephen!"
When the host announced that his side had won, Stephen triumphantly jumped up and yelled in Tommy's direction: "No matter how coquettish a bitch is, she will be defeated miserably in front of a holy angel!"
Tommy didn't expect that the beautiful girl on Stephen's side, who looked pure, would be so bold at the last moment and complete the winning move with a bra. At this time, he said unhappily: "Your angel learned to show off her charm like my bitch to win this round, so strictly speaking, it's not you who won, but my coquettish bitches who won. If you play this game..."
He emphasized his tone and called out to the girls behind him without even turning his head: "Girls! Show everyone who will truly win if we use this trick!"
Seeing the girls behind Tommy generously taking off their bras and throwing them into the crowd, and the tourists in the audience cheering deafeningly, Martin was stunned and finally uttered one sentence: "The life of rich people is so fucking happy."
Finally, the dance battle between the pauper and the rich came to an end when Stephen lifted up the winner's trophy made from coconut shells and palm leaves.
The sun was setting. The girls who won prizes with their dancing and charm left a kiss of fond memory on the faces of Tommy, Stephen and other sponsors of the competition, and walked away with laughter. The tourists who had watched the entire beach carnival also left with reluctance. Only Tommy and Stephen, the two guys who seemed to be leading the gang to prepare for a gunfight just now, remained there. They now sat together, facing the sea, drinking beer in the setting sun.
Martin came over and told Tommy about Jessica's attempt to persuade Jeff to withdraw from the election last night, and the remedial measures he had taken for this sudden incident, which included finding a group of veterans to morally blackmail Jeff, including Jessica's sister Gina to question Jessica, etc. It seems to be working well so far, because Jeff once again repeated his promise to the veterans, promising to do his best to get elected and go to Washington.
"If you were a black man like Earl Rush, I would tell you, Martin, you did a great job." Tommy sat up straight on the recliner, picked up a cigar from the cigar box next to him and threw it to Martin, saying lazily, "But you are not, so you did a very bad job, so bad that I wanted to humiliate you, but I thought of you as a black man, a black man who always worked hard beside me, a black man who now understands that he can work and let me dance with girls on the beach happily, a black man from the Hawke family who impressed my old man with his thick skin, I decided to forgive you."
Martin took the cigar and played with it in his hand, looking confused: "But I don't feel your kindness at all, Boss. I just feel that your words are humiliating me, especially humiliating and discriminating against black people. I should be scolded? But because I am a mentally retarded black man, you decide to forgive me?"
"Don't underestimate yourself. Of course you are smart. You are as smart as the clown who was a regular on BT TV's comedy show. What was his name? Now I remember, you are as smart as that black star named Gerard Bott. I'm not kidding." Tommy remembered a name and said to Martin.
Martin's eyes widened. "Gerald Porter? The doctor examined him and said that his intelligence is equal to that of a two-year-old gorilla. A three-year-old gorilla can tie a knot faster than him! I'm as smart as him? You might as well just say that my father might have fucked a mentally retarded chimpanzee. He, I and the gorilla that can tie knots are three brothers! And the gorilla is the smartest among the three of us!"
"It doesn't matter who is the smartest among the three of you, Martin. What matters is that you have exacerbated Jeff's family conflicts. During the election, there cannot be any problems in the family. The family must be united, even if it is just fake unity from the outside. This is what you often see in the news. A politician has been exposed by reporters for cheating, but the next day his wife and children can still accompany him to appear in front of the camera for an interview, talking about the politician's strong sense of family responsibility." Tommy looked at Martin:
"You keep digesting the bits and pieces of politics and elections you heard from your company's employees, and the methods you learned from other candidate teams. You long for this kind of slavery life like a black slave owner, to discipline white employers like Jeff. This feeling of manipulating the fate of others fascinates you, so you work hard to learn and evolve, but Rome was not built in a day, and black slaves did not turn over and sing overnight. You should call me and let me give you some ideas. Do you know that if you call me first, I will teach you what to do?"
Martin felt that Tommy's summary was completely correct. The reason why he had been working so hard during , in addition to making money, was largely because candidate Jeff was like a puppet. He would do whatever he asked him to do. Martin even felt that if Jeff was elected, he would go back to the cemetery in his hometown to mourn his ancestors. Black people can now enslave white people and make money from white people, and even senior white people like congressmen will obey his orders.
"Not sure, boss," Martin answered honestly.
Tommy took a sip of beer and said lightly, "Secretly find a gigolo for Jessica to replace Jeff and soothe her empty soul and body."
Not only Martin, but even Stephen who was half-closing his eyes and enjoying the sea breeze straightened up a little after hearing this. Wow, Tommy is really considerate of the candidate he supports. In order to let Jeff concentrate on the election, he arranges someone to take care of his wife for him. According to this situation, Bill supports the Cuban female candidate. In order to ensure that she concentrates on the election, will Bill go to bed with her husband instead of that woman?
"If you do this, you will ruin Jeff's family, boss." Martin's face was numb now. He had realized that even if all the cells in his brain were running at high speed, he would never be able to capture Tommy's thoughts.
Who the hell could have imagined that the financial backer behind the candidate would support the candidate's campaign while hiring a gigolo to seduce the candidate's wife?
It is impossible for a human being to do such a thing.
"Let's first think about the worst case scenario. If the cowherd and Jessica go to bed together and are caught by Jeff, do you think Jeff will kill Jessica?" Tommy asked calmly, as if guiding Martin.
Martin shook his head decisively. He had been with Jeff for a long time and had already figured out the character of this big white guy. "No, Jeff... he just looks fierce. He is a good man. He will forgive Jessica and reflect on the fact that he has not been able to accompany his family during this period."
"He will forgive Jessica, right? He is a good man. What will happen to Jessica after she is forgiven for her mistake? She will feel ashamed. Even if Jeff ignores her for the election again, she will not complain because she owes Jeff. She will have to endure this torment in her heart and feel guilty for the rest of her life. For this reason, she will work harder to take care of Jeff, take care of the children, and maintain the family that has already cracked in her heart. What will be the result?" Tommy looked at Martin and raised his beer to his mouth.
Martin swallowed and stared at Tommy blankly without saying a word.
"As a result, Jessica has gone from being an unstable factor to being the stable factor we wanted." Tommy shrugged and said, "Jeff's family has become a united and beautiful family again."
Martin licked his lips. "So, Boss, do you want me to find a gigolo now?"
"You've already intensified the conflict. It's too late to coax a woman into cheating. You need to try another trick. The best way now is to add fuel to the fire and make Jessica explode. If she doesn't get the answer she wants after the explosion, she will naturally wake up." Tommy leaned over to the side and flipped through a pile of cheap goods that were piled up like a small mountain. They were all the girls' goods, which he bought.
"Give these things to the veterans in Jeff's name. These cigars are of terrible quality. Smoking them is not good for the health of normal people, but the veterans don't care. These things can make them happy all day long."
"How did it explode?" As the owner of a newly established consulting company, Martin is more focused on work issues.
Tommy found a nice-looking lighter from the pile of goods, lit a cigarette, and then put the lighter into his pocket: "Let her quarrel with Jeff again, and make Jeff agree to let her withdraw from the election. Then, your people will show her, the housewife, what will happen to her family if Jeff withdraws from the election and continues to work as a plumber."
"What will happen to Jeff's family if he withdraws from the election?" Martin asked puzzledly.
Withdrawal from the election is very common in election campaigns and generally does not lead to any bad consequences. In other words, withdrawing from the election is already a very bad outcome and nothing is worse than withdrawing from the election.
Tommy saw Paige's figure in the distance, with a smile on his face. He looked at Paige and said, "Of course you should write a joint letter signed by the veterans, with hundreds of signatures on it. Then have your company's lawyer go to Jeff's house and tell him that the veterans suspect Jeff doesn't want to be elected at all and only wants to defraud them of their money. If the lawyer can't help them get their donations back, the veterans will talk to them the same way they did to the Germans. You've spent all the money, and Jeff has no savings. If Jessica doesn't want to lose everything and her family, she should know that supporting her husband is her only choice."
