Chapter 255 Everyone is absolutely fat enough

In the middle of the night, Jeff was lying on the bed in the bedroom and flipping through the materials Martin had given him. After Jessica put the children to sleep and kissed them good night, she returned to the bedroom and saw the man on her back. Exaggerated tattoos, she covered her forehead in pain, stood by the bed and looked at Jeff for a long time before hesitating to speak:

   "Jeff, we need to talk."

Jeff put down the information: "Yes, we need to talk. Martin told me that my best result is the fourth place in the party, and I need more support from the party. Before Zach left, he thought of a way. He said he could create a contest and set the prize money high enough to attract people to participate, but the only requirement to sign up is that the contestants must be Democrats and promise to vote for me in the party's primary , he lives with Allen tonight, and is going to choose one of several alternative contests, you should give us some opinions, what do you think is the ugliest chest hair contest, canned chickpea eating contest, ankle wrestling contest, beach high heels Which one is more attractive, the sprint race?"

   "Jeff, I'm not talking about your election..." Jessica said with a sigh.

"Ring, ring, ring~~" Before Jessica finished speaking, the extension phone beside the bed rang, and Jeff pressed the hands-free button with his hand. Excited voice:

"Jeff, we figured it out! Eating a can of chickpeas and wrestling ankles into one game, I just thought of it with Alan, the two of us laying down in the living room of Alan's house and sticking out our feet. Alan’s mother, Melissa, helped us as the referee, but at the very beginning, Alan was killed by me. Guess why he lost the game he is best at? He is the strongest of the three of us. Good at wringing ankles!"

"Let me tell him! Because Zach farted the stinkiest and loudest fart ever in Florida! As soon as I straightened up, I felt a cloud of gas hit my face and passed out! "Alan then rushed to the phone and said: "It was only later that I figured out why he was able to fart so exaggeratedly, because he ate the fried chickpeas prepared by my mother and drank two cans from the refrigerator. Iced Coke!"

"Think about it, if we have a chickpea ankle wrestling competition, there will definitely be..." Jessica stepped forward and hung up the phone directly, looking at Jeff who was excited and eager to try: "I said, we Let's talk, Jeff!"

  Jeff looked at his wife blankly: "But... Zach and the others haven't finished talking yet, don't you think this competition is very interesting? Do we still have canned chickpeas in our refrigerator?"

While talking, she was about to pick up the phone to call back, Jessica pulled off the phone line: "The competition is very interesting, I think the three of you will definitely win the championship, second and third place, Jeff, I support you in organizing this competition, there is only one condition, you withdraw from the election."

  Jeff was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I said, I want you to quit the election, I don't want to live the life I have now, I want to go back to the old days, four children and you, two dogs, every day you go to fix the plumbing, you go to the school after you're done, and at night The life of a family sitting in the living room watching popular dramas." Jessica pursed her lips, stared at Jeff and said seriously.

Seeing his wife's serious expression, Jeff sat up from the bed: "Life now is the same as before, except for a few more people. I understand. I will go to the furniture store tomorrow to order two sofas of a larger size. Everyone can sit comfortably on the sofa, I..."

"It's not about the couch! Look at you, look at your messy tattoos, and this home that looks like a military base, and that bad guy with the American flag kerchief on his head, that's ruining all the **** in the neighborhood Dog!" Jessica sat next to Jeff weakly, and looked up at the photo in front of the two of them in the bedroom that she was wearing a camouflage uniform while practicing shooting in high school:

   "And this ugly photo, it's not my life, it's not our life, Jeff!"

  Jeff rubbed his face and sighed: "Jessica, I also feel that this kind of life has made me a little... not used to it..."

Jessica's eyes lit up immediately, staring at her husband expectantly, but the next second, Jeff lowered his hands and said to his wife seriously: "But Tommy, Martin, Marcus and everyone on the election team , are working hard to help me find a chance to get elected, each of them is busy for me, I can't hide 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 to run for the election."

Jessica roared angrily: "No! That's not your responsibility at all! That's what Tommy and Martin made you think, it's not your original dream at all, remember why you ran for the election? You and Martin Zach, Alan wants everyone to believe that the earth is flat, remember? You got a brain replaced by Tommy, Martin! Those veterans are not your father! You are you, Jeff LaVine, you are just a A logistics soldier who loads and unloads musical instruments in the National Guard marching band! You are just a plumber who is good at fixing all kinds of pipes! You are just a good neighbor in the eyes of the neighbors! What Tommy and Martin brought us is not what we want at all Life!"

"I'm also a good neighbor now, and an excellent plumber." Jeff couldn't understand his wife's anger, but he tried his best to gently put his arms around his wife's shoulders, and whispered soothingly: "I will always be the person you said. "

Jessica rested her head on her husband's chest and said slowly in a gentle voice: "I want you to be the same as in the past, lying in bed every night and telling me about the interesting things I did with Zach Allen and the others today. It’s not like it is now, telling me every day how miserable those veterans are, I want you to evaluate the food I cook at the table like in the past, not like this now, you don’t care what you eat at all, just Concerned about what Martin said, Jeff, the life of a politician is not for ordinary people like us, I think our two dogs..."

  At the same time, in the office of Tucker Consulting Company, the conversation between Jeff and his wife was verbatim, relying on the phone tapping device in the bedroom, and received it in Martin's ears.

   The two staff members who were reporting work progress to him in the office also heard the conversation between Jeff and his wife. At this time, they looked at Martin, full of puzzlement.

  If their employer decides to quit the election, a lot of work they are doing now can be regarded as useless work. Of course, the other party needs to continue to pay the bills, but everyone can relax and not be so busy anymore.

   "Anyway, 200,000 yuan has already arrived in the account. If he insists on withdrawing from the election, the company can earn more easily." A subordinate said tentatively when he saw the conflicted expression on Martin's face.

As long as Martin agrees, everyone can call it a day and give themselves a vacation. The two subordinates feel that Martin will not stop the employer's decision to withdraw from the election. After all, he earns 200,000 in two weeks, and he doesn't even need to participate in the party's primary election. , even a random idiot would know to nod in agreement.

Martin picks up the phone and broadcasts a call from Lance, a black man who sleeps in Jeff's pickup truck and serves as Jeff's driver, bodyguard, and pet dog sitter: "Lance, this is Martin, and Jeff is in bed with Jessica. You are so foolish that you want to withdraw from the election, as a lifesaver who provided you, a retired homeless man, with a valuable job opportunity, in this matter, do you have anything to repay me?"

"You get up early tomorrow, first find a few veterans to guard near his house, let them see Jeff, be grateful to him, thank him sincerely as a veteran, bind him, bind him, and make him look like some little Japanese The heroine of the movie tied the chic shape with moral shackles, so that he can't move, if you screw up, I'll send your pet dog that **** up the whole street to euthanize, and then I will interrupt you Three ribs, your ex-wife, who was mad at you for stealing the dog, came to reunite with you, good."

After explaining, Martin hung up the phone, leaned his head on the back of the chair, imitated the boss Tommy and made a thinking pose, clenched his hands into fists, tapped the back of the chair lightly, and soon came up with another Idea, picked up the phone again, and called Gina:

"Hi Gina, are you asleep? This is Martin and you're about to call Marcus and ask him what to wear to make a guy called Stephen like you? I don't think that's a good idea, no, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Stephen's not a liar, he's of course a real Californian rich man, just one problem, we don't need you and Stephen's temporary partner, because your sister persuaded Jeff to drop out, understand? You can continue to read the newspaper now Good luck, unfortunately, I have to call Stephen to explain this to him. In the next three days, I am going to introduce my half-sister to him. I hope I have If there is an opportunity to have a brother-in-law of a billionaire, I hope to become the uncle of several future billionaires, I..."

Martin heard the busy tone from the phone over there, looked at the two men, and shrugged: "Gina was so angry that she hung up the phone directly. Page used this similar trick to trick me into being the boss's bodyguard. I Now I understand how good it feels.”

   "So, we still have to continue working?" The two men looked at Martin.

  Martin showed a perfunctory smile: "Of course, we still have the opportunity to make more money, why not? We must let Jeff continue to do what we think is right."

   "What if the boss's threat... No, I mean your retention has no effect on Jeff, and he insists on withdrawing from the election?"

   "Before my boss sends Page to kill me, I'll let those angry veterans kill him." Martin took a deep breath, said to his subordinates unhappily, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and spoke slowly:

  “Yeah, now I finally understand why there are always weird deaths of various politicians in the United States, because they refuse to listen to the boss and refuse to do the right thing.”

  A university intern spoke naturally, and said in a humorous tone: "Isn't this a matter of course?"

   "Do you know what the miller means?" Martin asked with wide eyes.

  The other party shook his head blankly.

  Martin smiled suddenly: "I understand now why I am a miller."

  …

Stephen poked his head out of the hotel's swimming pool, stroked his wet hair with his hands, walked up the ladder, took a glass of mead from the swimsuit girl by the pool, and let the girl wipe the water off his body with a towel Zuzu, while sitting by the pool, looked at Tommy who was still swimming in the pool:

   "I heard from Jim that a reporter from KeyBank is investigating how it works. Are you sure there will be no problems?"

Tommy didn't respond to him, and insisted on swimming back and forth before climbing out of the pool: "I arranged it, let the shareholders behind you relax, let them rest assured, I will only let the reporters investigate and I hope they can The results of the investigation are good for us."

   "That's just one business thing, no, there's one more." Stephen laughed, took a sip of his wine, and said to Tommy.

"I guess, Bill is going to come to Miami to help that Cuban woman stand up? And you and your father, as the Democrats' big donors in Congress, are also coming to see how much that woman is worth of your donation, and by the way help Bill in Florida Show off your muscles at the Democratic Party Headquarters? After all, maybe the congressmen here don’t need to buy into Bill’s account, but they must buy into the Binn family, an old supporter of the Democratic Party.” Tommy said calmly with an expression that I had known for a long time. .

  Stephen looked at Tommy in surprise: "How do you know Bill will come to Miami?"

"It was written in the newspaper that President Bush will come to Miami next week to help the Cuban woman candidate of the Republican Party to stand on the platform. Bill is trying to integrate the factions in the Democratic Party and prepare for the impact of the next president. How could such an occasion be missed?" Tommy said. Looking at Stephen suspiciously: "I've told you many times, keep a good habit of reading newspapers and news every day."

Stephen drank up the mead in the wine glass, motioned to the girl to help him refill another glass, and then continued to explain to Tommy: "Beforehand, I don't care who enters the House of Representatives. The fool Jeff you elected is more optimistic about the local party." Cuban woman, nevermind, but that woman's ex-husband is from the Kennedy family, you know my dad Pete was assistant secretary of health under President Kennedy and President Johnson, so I'm going to sit at the fundraiser that Bill gave that woman , write a check."

Tommy touched his glass with him: "My only suggestion is that Bill's reception is best considered after the party's primary election. That Cuban woman is finished. Even after divorce, she still insists on bearing the surname of her ex-husband Kennedy. It can't save her, I said."

   "I'll tell you, OK, let's get back to business. When are we going to church to collect donations? It's the first time I have such a strong interest in religion." Stephen finished the business and asked Tommy enthusiastically.

Tommy was wearing a bath towel, and wiped the water stains on his face: "Those female believers are far worse than Hollywood girls, they only have a beautiful skin, and the skin is empty, you don't like it, so, except The material from my group, the material from Jason and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​useless?"

   "Produce as usual. I chatted with Mr. Turner about the general situation. He thinks it's not a big problem. If he thinks it's okay, I don't have a problem. Anyway, it's broadcast on his TV station." Stephen said:

"He thinks the gimmicks you guys have come up with are more exciting than the script. He just needs to cut out some scenes that are too sensitive and controversial. It should be fine. He runs three TV networks and has a very deep network in FCC. If the Australian Fox TV networks can broadcast programs like "America's Most Wanted", so why can't the Turner Network broadcast the more inspirational "Rise of the Sky"."

   "For example, Jason and Susie, while starting their own businesses from scratch, did not forget to provide training for illegal immigrants and find job opportunities. This shows the willingness of Americans to help others."

"For example, that idiot of Belt, his greenhouse planting training business allows farmers living in the bitterly cold Washington State to grow the plants they want in the cold season, so that the people of Washington State can taste it in all seasons. Vegetables that you want to taste, or other plants."

"The only problem is your group, Mr. Turner and I both think it's a bigger gimmick than the first two to run for an idiot for a House seat, but dude you're **** scary, front pigeons, vets, neighbors It doesn’t matter, it’s fine, but the cult church’s self-sacrificing sermons can’t be broadcast, how many donations you raised, or even leave a part in the foundation, it doesn’t matter…”

"After the election is over, make up a scene and replace the church donation with a visible donor?" Tommy sighed: "If you will help me go to the Jewish Quarter to attend the rally in three days, I will agree to cooperate with you reshoots of the script."

Stephen said to Tommy seriously: "Very well, the plot is like this, you collect donations for Jeff, go to be a cowherd and sell yourself to fat women, and then those fat women donate a lot of money, I can help you choose those The actors of the fat woman, you believe me, Tommy, we are good brothers, and I guarantee that every single one selected will definitely be fat enough."

  (end of this chapter)