Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 276 Don’t Forget Your Original Intention
When Tommy walked into Jeff's house carrying two solid balls that he had personally selected at the sporting goods store, everyone in Jeff's family was still immersed in the carnival. Ileana Letty's reputation suffered a great blow because of her involvement in the Cuban terrorist bombing and the drowning of illegal immigrants. In order to preserve the little remaining support and bargaining chips, she finally announced her withdrawal from the special election in the 18th District.
The Republican National Committee and the Florida Republican Committee expressed their respect for Ileana Letty's decision, while the Florida Democratic Committee and Rhona Kennedy, a Cuban-American woman who was previously considered by the media to be a runoff candidate against Ileana Letty, expressed regret over Ileana Letty's decision to withdraw from the race.
At this point, Democrat Jeff Lavine, as the only candidate in Florida's 18th District, replaced former Democrat Claude Pepper and became the Representative of Florida's 18th District in the United States House of Representatives.
On the night of his election, Jeff's supporters, neighbors, co-workers, and a bunch of non -mainstream religious believers who appeared out of nowhere had a night of carnival. Tomorrow, Jeff will go to Congress to be sworn in, which means he will be based in Washington and have his own independent office in Washington. As a member of the House of Representatives, the US government will pay him an annual salary of $90,000, and allow his office to hire fourteen full-time staff members, and Jeff himself does not need to pay the salaries of the hired staff.
Moreover, Congress is already studying the issue of salary increases. Members of both houses agree that an annual salary of $90,000 is not enough to live in Washington, so next year, even a rookie congressman like Jeff, if he is still in office next year, will be able to get an annual salary of $97,000 according to the bill.
An annual salary of $90,000 is not enough to live in Washington. The chairman of the Congressional Financial Expenditure Committee's words of raising everyone's salary were completely unimaginable to Jeff, who used to work as a plumber and had an annual income of just over $20,000 at most, but already lived a middle-class life in Miami with a wife, two dogs, three cars, and four children, and the group of Florida bumpkins around him.
Does every congressman in Washington have four wives, eight dogs, twelve cars, and sixteen children to take care of?
When Tommy walked in, Jeff, Gina, the injured Jessica, driver Lance, Allen, Zack, as well as Marcus, Martin and members of his campaign team were holding a small internal celebration party in the backyard.
"Tommy~" Jeff saw Tommy appear and greeted him happily: "You are late and missed the event we just held... What is this?"
Jeff saw the medicine ball in Tommy's hand and looked puzzled.
Tommy handed him the solid ball and pointed to the camera crew shooting in the distance. "You are going to Washington to deliver your inaugural address tomorrow. These are important props for you to spread the truth to the American people. I spent a long time choosing these two. One is green and the other is blue. One looks vibrant, and the other looks more like our Earth."
"I..." Jeff looked at the two solid balls in his hand, then at Tommy, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "I... My team has prepared a speech for my inaugural speech tomorrow. It will mainly focus on the two issues of veterans' medical benefits and the influx of illegal Cuban immigrants in this area."
Tommy lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He hooked his finger at Alan who was opening a beer for someone in the distance: "Give me a beer, Alan."
Then he looked at Jeff and said lightly, "So? That becomes three questions. After those two unimportant questions, you need to use the sincere tone you used to treat those neighborhood kids, pick up the solid ball and solid wood board, and tell everyone in Congress that the earth is flat and this is the great truth."
"But... I mean... maybe the earth isn't flat, Tommy." Jeff looked at the medicine ball in his hand again, then looked up at Tommy.
The warm smile on Tommy's face faded little by little, and he stared at Jeff: "What the hell did you say?"
"Everyone in the team has reminded me of this problem countless times. The flat earth theory is wrong. They used more reasonable experiments to tell me that the earth is round. They found a globe large enough, put an ant on it, and designed pipes on the globe..." Jeff laughed, and was very happy that he could figure out the truth.
But Tommy turned his head and looked fiercely at Martin's employees who were drinking and partying: "Fuck! Martin, Martin!"
Martin and Louise were dancing to the music in the corner. When he heard Tommy's roar, Martin left Louise, who was dancing with him, and walked over quickly: "What's wrong, Boss?"
"Who the hell told you to let someone give Jeff a geography lesson? Why is he telling me now that the earth is round?" Tommy looked at Martin: "Did I tell you to do that?"
Martin explained, "Jeff tried to promote the flat earth theory in previous rallies, but it would affect his vote rate if he said it, so the team warned him not to mention it. In order to convince him, they tried to prove to Jeff..."
"You can make him shut up about the flat earth! But you can't destroy him!" Tommy turned his head and looked at Paige: "Take Martin outside to sober up."
After Martin was pulled away by Page, Tommy took the beer handed by Alan and said to Jeff in an admonishing tone: "Jeff, you can't give up the truth because of other people's interference. You must remember your original intention, understand? Why did you jump out of the election? Because of the flat earth theory, but you are not going to mention it in your inaugural speech? Just because of some stupid sophistry experiments, you even denied your persistence for so many years and betrayed your own beliefs? If that's really the case, I guarantee that you will not go to heaven after you die!"
"Tommy, it doesn't matter what shape the earth is. We should care about those veterans..." Jeff obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. He still tried to explain with a simple smile on his face.
Tommy took a sip of beer, then poked Jeff's chest with his finger. "No, the flat earth theory is the reason why you stood up to run for election! That's also why I helped you! Do you think I care about those drunk veterans, and how many Cuban illegal immigrants there are in the 18th District? If I care, why don't I support that nigger Gerald Richman, and don't support Rona Kennedy? They can say more exciting things than you! Do I support you because of those veterans who are always causing trouble? Do I look like someone who cares how many Cuban bastards there are in the 18th District? I support you because of the flat earth theory! As a financial sponsor, there is only one reason why I am willing to invest in you, because I want you to pick up a shot put and a solid board in your inaugural address to Congress, in front of everyone in America, and tell them that the earth is fucking flat!"
Tommy's rage even drowned out the loud music. Everyone else realized the problem and slowly approached Tommy and Jeff. Tommy grabbed Zack's collar, stared at Jeff, and asked:
"Zach, answer me, you ate five cans of chickpeas in a farting contest and nearly popped your rectum out because you cared about the veterans for Jeff's vote?"
Just as Zack was about to speak, he saw Tommy turned his head to look at him. Zack was startled by Tommy's sharp and fierce eyes, and he immediately shook his head: "No!"
"Alan, you fucking licked the genitals of the president of the Miami Pipeline Workers Union just to get votes for Jeff! Was it for the fucking Cubans?"
Alan hesitated and shook his head: "No, I don't care."
But he suddenly smiled again: "But... it still feels pretty good. I mean, I can do it again for the Cubans if needed."
This sentence not only stunned the others, but also stunned Tommy for a few seconds, and then he adjusted his mood and continued: "Your children were tortured by Marcus and Martin to go to the Boy Scout Association for training every week, the dogs in your neighborhood were abused by the male dog stolen by Lance, and Gina helped you canvass votes for those veterans Xiu Naoko. These great sacrifices were made just to listen to your hypocritical concern for veterans and Cubans in Congress? No, all their sacrifices were for your truth! Because they love you! They think you should preach the truth! But what about you? You were brainwashed so easily and believed in those fallacies?"
"But, Tommy, Earth is..."
Tommy turned to look at the campaign team members who had gathered around him and asked, "Who did that stupid experiment for Jeff?"
"It's me, sir." A young man raised his hand and said.
Tommy snatched the solid ball from Jeff's hand and threw it in front of him: "I'll give you a chance. Do another science experiment for Jeff. The earth is fucking flat. Now put your feet on the ball. If you can stand firmly on the ball, I will believe that the earth is round. Then as a reward, I will let Martin give you a most advanced wheelchair so that you can spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."
The young man looked down at the green solid ball rolling on the concrete floor, somewhat at a loss. Tommy had already roared, "Stand on it!"
He took a step forward hesitantly and stepped carefully on the solid ball, but he immediately lost his balance and fell down. Then he said seriously: "I'm sorry, sir, my previous experiment was fraudulent. The earth is actually flat."
Tommy pointed at the other party and asked Jeff: "See? This is the fucking truth. They lied to you, just like those shady politicians. You have to stick to yourself."
"Because if you choose to believe that the earth is round, it means you are sorry for the chrysanthemum that Zack sacrificed for this, and even more sorry for Dick that Allen sacrificed for this! I'm sorry for Gina's two daughters who were seen naked by countless veterans!"
Tommy reached out, clenched his fist, and knocked on Jeff's heart:
"Now, tell me, should you stick to the truth or forget your original intention?"
"The earth is flat." Jeff opened his mouth many times before finally uttering this sentence with great effort. Then his entire soul seemed to be drained away in an instant. He stood there with a dejected expression, as if this short sentence had consumed more energy than the countless speeches he had made during the campaign.
Tommy nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, you now have the basic qualifications required to be a politician."
