Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 278: As a Righteous Person, It is My Duty
A secluded and deserted corner of Washington's Tidal Basin.
Paige leaned against the car body, lit his pipe, then turned his head to look at the road, leaving the riverside space a dozen steps behind him to three young men in suits, and he carefully helped them keep watch.
The three of them, even the socks they were wearing were worth two hundred dollars, and they looked like aristocratic youths from the upper class. At this moment, they untied their belts and urinated into the tidal lake, betting on who could urinate more.
While peeing, Ted, the current owner of the Washington Daily News, the rookie supervisor of SSD at Stanford University, and the top pretty boy, said with a sly smile: "Tommy, I have to be honest with you. To be honest, since I watched several programs on BT TV, I have written to the SSD headquarters many times with righteous words, angrily questioning the head of the headquarters. SSD doesn't dare to burn a black man to death now, so how can it not burn a rebellious white member to death? What are you waiting for? Put up the cross quickly and burn Tommy Hawke, the bastard who forgot his oath of membership. I am willing to pay a ticket price of 5,000 yuan to see him burned to death with my own eyes."
As Charles pulled up his pants, Ted squeezed out a dozen more drops of pee. Then he proudly put away his tools and announced that he was crowned the champion: "You bastards don't respect SSD at all. Only me, why did I propose such a competition? It's the SSD blood flowing in my body, always burning me, reminding me, and spurring me on. It's to make the niggers feel our kindness when they drink the water of the tidal basin. After all, I helped them add various trace elements to the lake water. Am I doing this for a small pissing competition victory? No, I forced myself to pour five gallons of water into my stomach for the health of the niggers. To be honest, I didn't force my girlfriend to have an enema like this last time."
After graduation, Ted followed in his father's footsteps and took over the serious political newspaper "Washington Daily News" founded by his father. He then carried out drastic reforms and, relying on Tommy's financial support, acquired "Washington Star", which was forced to close down by "Washington Post" and "Washington Times". He successfully changed the core customers of the newspaper from various politicians in the Washington area who cared about political commentary and influence to ordinary people who liked celebrity gossip and political scandals, and the newspaper lost the influence it should have as a political news newspaper.
With this outstanding reform method, the filial Tate made his father, who had been pursuing the political influence of newspapers all his life, so angry that he was just a little bit away from death on the spot. Without even taking off his oxygen mask, the old man flew to Austria and announced that he would live in Europe for a long time and would never come back, and would never read a .
"So, did the General Manager reply to your letter? Did he tell you where to go to watch the ceremony of burning me to death?" Tommy took out cigarettes and gave them to two people. After the three heads gathered around a ball of fire and lit the cigarettes, Tommy asked Ted with a smile.
Ted exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the tidal lake in the distance, and said depressedly, "Yeah, of course. They wrote back and said that if I write letters to harass the headquarters and slander the brothers in the association again, they will consider depriving me of my SSD status and expelling me from the association. I don't understand. I am the most devout believer of SSD, but they want to expel me, but they are indifferent to you, a traitor who provides television entertainment for black people. You didn't even consider making a TV series that your SSD brothers would like to watch."
"When I have time, I will spare no expense to help devout believers like you in SSD make a TV series that they will like to watch." Tommy closed his eyes, feeling the breeze blowing from the tidal lake, and said in a relaxed tone.
Ted thought about it, then asked doubtfully, "Are you sure the ones I like to watch can be broadcast on TV?"
Tommy opened his eyes and looked at Ted. "I'm not going to make a movie. I'm saying that after I'm done with my work, after the niggers have finished playing games with me, and after I've won the trust of all the brothers in SSD, I can help you make a drama called "CSA". It's not USA, but CSA, the Confederate States of America. It's an American drama about the Confederate States of America."
"Historical drama, making us envy and miss those White Robe predecessors who were able to own slaves back then? Charles, would you watch this kind of crappy drama that sounds so musty?" Upon hearing the name, Ted lost interest and said with disgust, then asked Charles who was standing next to him without saying a word.
Charles raised his arm, revealing the watch on his wrist to check the time, and said, "I'd rather help pour water while you give your girlfriend an enema."
"No, no, no, who told you it's a traditional historical drama? Of course, it is a historical drama, but I plan to shoot it like this. In the first season, the Civil War, the Confederate States of America defeated the United States of America, the Southern Army attacked the White House, Lincoln escaped, and was eventually captured on the US-Canada border. He was eventually brought back to Richmond for trial, and it was sentenced that he and his Northern rebels violated the US Constitution." Tommy heard that the two guys actually rejected his idea, and started talking about the plot he envisioned:
"In the following seasons, we can let our imagination run wild. If there was no USA in the world, but CSA, what kind of greatness would this country have developed into in the past hundred years? I imagine that each season will select a major event in American history and adapt it with imagination, such as what happened to the Confederate States of America during World War I, World War II, and the black civil rights movement in the 1960s. Would Michael Jackson, living in the Confederate States of America, still be able to hurt children? Would countless black people from Haiti still dare to sneak into the United States to settle down?"
"It was filmed all the way to the present day, satirizing the current national system and government, telling people that if the Confederacy had won the Civil War, there would definitely not be incidents like the current one in America where black people have money and dare to fuck the same white girls as white people. I believe that in that world, although black people may not be rich, they are definitely more civilized and docile."
"Cool!" Ted said excitedly after listening to it. "After just a few words of the introduction, I knew this drama would definitely win the Emmy Awards. This is the historical drama we need, trying Lincoln and burning him to death! This is a great idea. You're really bold, Tommy!"
Charles glanced at Ted from the side and said, "He not only dared to think, Ted, he also dared to do it. This guy is the craziest member of SSD. All the living brothers are waiting for him to fulfill his promise."
"What promise?" Ted asked puzzled.
"He made a promise in public at the General Assembly. As for the content, a small character like you is not qualified to know. It happened when I was the president." Charles patted Ted and Tommy on the shoulders and said, "Come on, I'll take you for a drink."
"I missed Eric. I called him and asked him to come to Washington for a drink, but it turned out that he was working for the Department of Homeland Security or the Department of Land and Resources studying the California earthquake fault." Tommy looked at the blue sky and said with some regret.
Although Charles and Ted were his good brothers, his Big Buddy was Eric, who was his leader at Stanford. Unfortunately, Eric had no interest in politics or business. He was only interested in using computers to calculate earthquake data and studying geography.
The three of them took a car to a bar that Charles often visited. Charles told them about his work at the think tank. Ted was not interested in it, but was soon attracted by a barmaid. He ran to chat with her. With his outstanding looks and smooth talk, he soon made the two girls smile.
Only Tommy listened with great interest. After the two chatted for a while, Charles said to Tommy:
"I heard that Japan, South Korea and China teamed up to fool the United States. Those two countries previously cooperated with the United States in high-profile propaganda, but the United States only learned about it a few days ago. Japan, which should have been on the verge of death, provided China with the previously announced freezing of 5.7 billion US dollars in low-interest loans. At the same time, Japanese companies such as Sanhe Bank, Panasonic, Mitsukoshi, Yamato Bank, Sumitomo Bank, Sony, Toshiba, etc., quickly sent employees to China, just filling the gap left by the withdrawal of European and American Western companies in response to US sanctions. They used the huge Chinese market to stop the bleeding and tried to repair the huge economic wounds caused by US sanctions. Although South Korea has not yet officially established diplomatic relations, it has already begun negotiations to send officials to each other in the fields of fisheries, tourism, and shipping. South Korea is also preparing to cooperate with the other side to establish a joint venture company, and Japan is instigating it behind the scenes."
"China has also chosen to cooperate with Japan . The United States hopes that China will refuse and cooperate with the United States to eliminate Japan's powerful conglomerate system. But what good will it do to kill Japan? The United States will not take out 5.7 billion US dollars to really invest in China's development. Although Japan hopes to use China to stop the bleeding, China can at least get the opportunity to absorb nutrients from Japan's mid- and low-end industries through cooperation." Tommy said calmly.
Charles picked up his glass and took another sip. "I got the news from the Institute of Political Opinion. The government hopes to conduct hostile propaganda against these countries in the United States. The basic tone of the wording is that Japanese conglomerates have taken away American jobs, and Koreans in the United States have taken away our social welfare. As for China, they will promote it in the same way as they promoted the Soviet Union to the public before."
"When people see these opinions, they will definitely be angry and they will hate Asians. Of course, I can let those TV networks cooperate in carrying out similar propaganda, but I have a question, Charles, did your mentor who advises the president tell you what to do when there is an Australian Jew who makes American money and fucks American women, but has always gone against the expectations of the US government?" Tommy looked at Charles and asked seriously.
"Isn't that the situation you want to see? Haven't you always hoped that the Australian guy would be hated by the Americans? You have even been preparing for this. Before you asked me the question, I asked my mentor a similar question based on my general understanding and guess about you." Charles took a sip of wine and looked at Tommy:
"My mentor said that if there really is such a person, there will be Americans who love this country who will stand up and teach him a lesson and tell him to get out of this land."
"Yes, it's me." Tommy's eyes lit up and he raised his glass to clink with Charles's: "As a righteous man, it is my duty."
