Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 274 Black Elite Martin
The subsequent debate ended with Ileana Leddy trying to explain to the Cuban voters in front of the camera that she didn't know whether the people she was helping were involved in the bombing. Just when everyone thought that Orlando Bosh was the biggest bomb Jeff had prepared for tonight, Jeff ended his speech tonight with a sentence that exploded in the studio:
"Thank you, host, thank you to all the audience, thank you to the veterans who have always supported me, thank you to my wife Jessica who cared about me even though I was injured and hospitalized, thank you to my sister Gina, my children, thank you for always being with me, I will continue to fight for the greatness of the 18th District, uh, and thank you to the Jacob Blaustein for sending me the check, thank you everyone."
The check from the Jacob Blaustein Foundation for the Advancement of Human Rights in New York was like a bombshell to all politicians watching the debate.
This foundation is a subsidiary of the American Jewish Committee, which is jokingly called the Jewish coin purse in American politics. If any politician speaks out to combat anti-Semitism and work for the rights of the Jews, the American Jewish Committee will express gratitude on behalf of the Jews for that person's human rights contributions. The way to express gratitude is to take out a check from the coin purse and send it to that person.
Almost all members of the two parties in the U.S. Congress have received pocket money from the Jews, but generally speaking, pocket money will only come to you after you actually have your own independent office in Congress and have publicly made speeches expressing sympathy for the Jews as a member of Congress. But now, a plumber in Miami has received a donation check from the coin bag under the American Jewish Committee before he even entered Congress?
Jeff Lavin would not dare to lie about Jewish organizations in front of the TV camera. In other words, what he said about the Jacob Blaustein Human Rights Foundation in New York sending him a check was definitely true, but this was completely inconsistent with the Jewish style. Jews would not invest in a stupid puppet like Jeff Rush who had been manipulated and had not yet been officially elected.
Coupled with the fact that this guy broke the news that Ileana Letty lobbied the United States to issue a green card to Cuban terrorist Orlando Bosh, almost everyone in Florida politics was thinking about the same question.
Who exactly is Jeff Lavine? Or, who exactly is the man behind his sturdy and strong body?
After Martin tiredly accompanied Jeff to complete all the procedures after the TV debate, including kissing the kids of supporters, shaking hands with the supporters who donated the most, making a short speech, taking photos, etc., and after sending away all the reporters and those veteran supporters, he did not go back to the hotel to have a good sleep immediately, but rushed to see Tommy.
To be honest, during his time in Miami, there was a time when he felt that he had caught the thoughts of his boss Tommy, but now he feels that it may have been just his own unilateral fantasy. The cruel reality is that he knows nothing about his boss Tommy's thinking.
Tommy was swimming in the pool of the South District villa that his mother-in-law provided for him to stay in temporarily, while Paige was lazily leaning against a folded parasol by the pool and looking around. Seeing Martin coming towards her, Paige said expressionlessly: "Colin just called me and asked me when Tommy fired his black godson named Martin. Every time Colin called me to chat, he mentioned you much more often than Tommy."
"Besides expelling me, do you have any other topics to talk about with my white godfather of the KKK?" Martin also frowned and looked at Page unwillingly.
"Yes, Colin asked me how much he should donate to the Florida Police Foundation before they would be willing to accidentally kill a black man who humiliated him," Page replied stiffly.
Martin took out two beers from the mini fridge next to him, opened them, and handed one to Paige: "Thank you for your honesty, and thank you for Godfather Colin's kindness. I thought he would ask how much the flight to Miami cost, and if the ticket was discounted, he would fly over to beat me up in person."
After being together for so long, Martin has become accustomed to Paige's speaking style. This old guy is not a bad guy most of the time. In other words, he is a bad guy only when he electrocutes himself. At other times, he is easy to get along with. Even though his words are cold and vicious, Martin knows that this old guy is not like Colin's father, who hates and is hostile to all black people. Old Paige simply hates black people who create chaos and violence and refuse to obey.
Martin drank beer and waited until Tommy finished swimming and walked out of the pool holding the handrail. Then he put down his beer and said, "Boss, the Jews did not send any donation checks to Jeff's campaign action committee. No one knows better than me who his donation targets are. This is a big problem. If reporters call the New York Jewish Committee to confirm after nine o'clock tomorrow morning, the lie will be exposed immediately. Why let Jeff lie?"
Martin felt that his patience was outstanding as he had waited until the end of the TV debate before asking Tommy the question. After all, his boss had made Jeff lie to everyone in front of the TV camera!
Tommy did not rush to answer Martin's doubts, but took the bath towel handed over by the maid and wiped his wet hair. His mother-in-law had originally given all the servants in the villa a long vacation and asked Tommy to hire short-term servants he liked to take care of his vacation life, but Tommy finally chose to let the old servants stay and work. He did not want his mother-in-law to think that he would really do some unknown bad things in this villa with other girls. Tommy could not do such a thing as living in the villa provided by his mother-in-law, but sleeping with other women behind her and Ottilia's back.
Even if he needed to meet his needs, he would go to the Four Seasons Hotel to book a suite and slowly select high-end ladies, maintaining the most basic respect for his mother-in-law's family.
Only after sitting on the recliner and having his hair dried by the maid did Tommy look at Martin with a glass of sleep-inducing red wine in his hand. "Jeff didn't lie, Martin. Don't be so nervous. Although the Jews did not donate to his campaign action committee, it's not wrong for him to thank the Jews for sending him a check. I mean, of course the Jews won't donate to a fool who believes in a flat earth, but the Jacob Blaustein Foundation for Human Rights in New York did send Jeff a check. It had nothing to do with politics, so it was not sent to the election office you are in charge of, but to his home mailbox."
"Ma'am, can you give me a cocktail or something? It would be better if the alcohol content is slightly higher. I want to sleep more soundly tonight." Martin first told the maid what kind of drink he needed. After the maid walked away and only Paige was left nearby, he continued to ask Tommy:
"Jeff personally received a check from the American Jewish Committee? Sounds more outrageous than his campaign action committee receiving a donation?"
Tommy looked at the maid's back as she walked away and said lightly, "Jeff once helped an old Jewish couple and their grandson on Coral Street, which ruined his original plan for the day, a fundraising rally. Remember?"
Martin's expression was dull for two seconds, then he nodded: "Remember, when the old woman whose son died was shooting, I was the one who protected you, boss, but you don't seem to remember to raise my salary."
"You protected me? How is that possible? I only remember that you kept inciting me, saying that Paige betrayed me and now is a good opportunity for us to kill him. As long as I give the order, you will immediately help me get rid of that evil old guy Paige." Tommy said to Martin with a smile.
Martin immediately turned around and looked at Paige, and found that the old man remained dozing against the parasol without moving, and had no intention of taking out the stun gun. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Tommy, "OK, I won't ask for a raise, and you don't mention what I said that day to Paige."
"Deal." Tommy nodded in understanding.
Martin then went on to ask, "But what is the connection between that old Jewish couple and the Jewish Committee? There is no connection between them except that the old Jewish woman has some Jewish blood in her body."
Even though Martin had only been working as a campaign manager for a short time, he already knew a lot about America's super-large ethnic social organizations. After all, those super-large organizations, like Tommy's Crossroads Foundation, were the behind-the-scenes financiers of one or a group of politicians, but their scale was much larger than Tommy's and his current efforts.
For example, Tommy can now only manipulate Jeff Lavin, a plumber in Miami, but the American Jewish Committee has branches in 25 major cities in the United States and 13 overseas branches around the world. It has established cooperative liaison relationships with Jewish communities in all countries around the world. The organization is no longer just a force that influences American politics, but has even extended to other countries.
What is the American Jewish Committee's other name? The American Jewish Senate, a global Jewish advocacy center.
Those low-key American Jewish tycoons continuously donate money to this organization, and then select those high-profile and sociable Jews to stand in front of the committee and manage this huge wealth according to the wishes of those Jewish rich people, such as the current chairman of the committee Alfred Moses, a former elite lawyer at the White Shoe Firm, chief strategy officer of IBM's global strategic consulting company, special legal counsel during Jimmy Carter's presidency, and vice chairman of the board of directors of a Jewish financial company on Wall Street.
Such a large and well-known organization would be associated with two old guys from the countryside. Don't be kidding. Even if the old woman has Jewish ancestry, she would not be even glanced at by the association.
"That was not a donation check, but a check for compensation, thanking Jeff for helping the old Jewish woman, speaking out for her anger, and even ruining his own rally. The check was for only over 700 dollars. I originally hoped that Gina would find a Jewish boyfriend, and then rely on her boyfriend's Jewish identity and cooperate with the farce to get a check and Jewish support from the Florida Jewish Community Mutual Aid Association, but Jeff was lucky, Stephen happened to show up, his family is thoroughly Jewish, and his grandfather even served as a vice chairman, so he called the Jacob Blaustein Human Rights Foundation in New York and told the truth about Jeff's help to the Jews, and that the old woman's family conditions were very poor and there was no way to compensate Jeff. After the other party verified that the old woman did have Jewish ancestry and Stephen's influence, they paid Jeff more than 700 dollars on behalf of the old woman to make up for Jeff's expenses such as flyers, banners, and labor costs. That's how the whole thing happened." Tommy said to Martin:
"Jeff didn't lie, and the Jews didn't donate. Jeff just thanked them for the check. He was busy with the campaign and couldn't work recently, so he was short of money. The compensation check worth 700 dollars was a timely help to him, so he specially thanked them. Is there any problem with that?"
Martin opened his mouth, then shook his head. "Jeff didn't lie, but you don't mind if everyone tonight assumes that the check is a donation check. Among the voters in District 18, about 12% of them are white people of Jewish descent. They may not care about Jeff, but they will definitely believe the American Jewish Committee."
"It's not very useful. If Ms. Letty is still elected, I will go back to the countryside in Rhode Island and inherit my father's business of breaking ships. In fact, the only benefit is that its name can calm down many guys who are preparing to do some dirty tricks against Jeff tonight. Maybe they will calm down for two to three days. If David Kennedy really thinks he is still the uncrowned king of Miami, it's best to complete the off-field auxiliary activities within three days." Tommy explained to Martin.
He hoped that Martin could learn more, because he would have many similar jobs to do in the future. Martin was black, and he needed a black man who was accustomed to obeying his orders.
Martin then asked another question: "There is one more question left, Boss, Orlando Bosh, that guy... I mean, how do you know about that Cuban woman and her terrorist mistress? All the reporters asked Jeff the same question tonight. The editor-in-chief of the Miami Post called me and hoped to arrange another exclusive interview with me tomorrow. In order to make up for my regret last time, he promised to send a blonde white female reporter to meet me tomorrow, as long as I am willing to give him some exclusive news."
At this point, he looked at Tommy with sparkling eyes. Whether he could go further with the female reporter tomorrow would depend on whether his boss supported him.
"You want me to tell you tonight, and then you can use this news to have an in-depth discussion with the female reporter tomorrow?" Tommy looked at Martin with a smile.
Martin adjusted his tie with his hands, smirked, and gave Tommy a look that said "You need to understand." "Boss, you know, I should also consider marriage now. After all, when my father was my age, I was already seven years old. I mean, a white female reporter from Miami may barely be worthy of me, but I need your support."
"You're obviously not smart enough to have a journalist girlfriend, Martin. Let me put it this way. That woman isn't going to take your body out, she's only going to take your answers out. After she gets what she wants, she'll turn around and leave, and then ridicule you as an idiot in the newspaper. You have to pretend that you're the mastermind behind Jeff's scheme, so that he'll desperately try to dig up information about you but get nothing. Do you understand? That way she'll keep in touch with you, and in the process of digging up information about you, she'll take off more and more clothes and get closer and closer to you. You can say whatever you want, because there's only one truth, and that's that you don't fucking know anything, so no matter what you say, you don't have to worry about getting into trouble."
The maid came back with the prepared cocktail and handed it to Martin. Martin took the cocktail and looked at Tommy: "Is that so?"
"certainly."
"I feel more like this is an excuse you made up because you don't want to tell me the truth." Martin said suspiciously.
Tommy's cell phone rang. He put down his glass and answered it. Martin couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the phone, but he heard what Tommy said: "David, of course it's not me. I'm not interested. It's Martin Hart. That's right, you haven't seen him in person. That's right, Jeff's campaign manager, Orlando Bosh and the Jewish check were all designed by him. He is a powerful black man. I didn't expect Martin to design it so exaggeratedly. His connections? How do I know? When I met him, he only said he was from Miami, but when I invited him to be the vice president of BT TV, I saw that he had great power in Los Angeles and New York. Yes, many black people in Los Angeles bought into his account. Uh, right, I remember that Martin knew several black officers, very close to them. When he was on vacation in New York, he paid the bills for those officers and invited them to spend money in various luxury clubs in New York. How do I know what military service those officers were in and whether they worked for the Inter-Services Intelligence Agency in the Pentagon? Do you think he would tell such a secret to a white person like me even if it was true? He just helps me do some work, and he is not my believer!"
Tommy said this, smiling as he looked at Martin, who was already dumbfounded, and said, "Do you have a few friends who are in some political trouble and want to meet this black elite? I can convey that. No problem. Good night."
After hanging up the phone, Tommy said to Martin: "When Jeff is elected, I promise you will become a more impressive black figure than him."
"But I know nothing." Martin came back to his senses. It was obvious that his boss's words were meant to push him to the forefront. As Jeff's popularity grew, reporters and the public would also get to know the think tank around him. Obviously, Tommy was going to let him play this role, but the problem was that he didn't understand what Tommy wanted at all.
Tommy looked at Martin seriously: "Do you know what I did when I didn't know anything ?"
"What?" Martin said, shaking his head.
"Let everyone believe that I seem to know everything and can do everything. Listen to why they want to know you first, and then consider whether you want to be friends with them. But I think that in order to show their sincerity, they should let you meet a girl who is more beautiful and easier to get to know than the female reporter from the Post."
"So, can I go deeper?" Martin asked tentatively.
"No, if you do that, Paige will talk to you about what Electric Grilled Dick BBQ is." Tommy stood up and walked towards the bedroom. Before leaving, he patted Martin on the shoulder:
"But I have seen your efforts during this period. Paige will tell you what the reward is. Good night."
Tommy went back to the bedroom, and Paige opened her eyes and stretched her muscles to go back to the guest bedroom to sleep. Martin stopped Paige and said, "Paige, what is the reward my boss gave me?"
Paige took out a room card and handed it to Martin: "A luxury apartment in Los Angeles. The key is in Sophia's hand. You have to wait until you return to Los Angeles to get it. In addition, there is this room card. At this moment, there are five high-class ladies in the room of the Four Seasons Hotel Miami. If you like, they will appear every night for the next week to spend the night with you."
"Oh!" Martin showed an ecstatic expression, took the room card and hugged Paige.
Paige pushed his arms away and walked towards the bedroom. "Before you thank me, I think you'd better thank Tommy first, then Stephen, Alan and Zach. They all tried for you, but didn't pay the bill, leaving this opportunity to you."
"Fuck! I'm the campaign manager of this team, and I'm ranked last in this kind of thing? Those two smart guys, Zack and Alan, are ranked ahead of me? This makes me feel insulted!" Martin's joy disappeared on the spot, and he shouted madly at Paige's back.
Without even turning around, Paige said, "If you feel this is an insult, you can just not touch those women and simply go over and pay the girls the bill and tip."
