America 1982-Chapter 561 - 116: Black Elite Martin_3

"Jeff did not lie, and the Jews didn’t donate; Jeff simply expressed his gratitude for that check. He has been too busy campaigning to work recently and is short on funds. That $700 compensation check was like a godsend to him, which is why he went out of his way to say thanks. Is there a problem with that?"

Martin opened his mouth, then shook his head and said, "Jeff certainly didn’t lie, but you don’t mind that tonight, everyone assumes that check is a donation. White voters of Jewish descent make up about 12% in the Eighteenth District. They may not care about Jeff, but they will definitely believe in the American Jewish Committee."

"It’s not of much use. If Ms. Letty can still be elected, I’ll roll back to the countryside of Rhode Island immediately to inherit my father’s business and dismantle ships. In fact, the only advantage is that its reputation will make the guys who are starting tonight to prepare dirty tricks against Jeff think twice, settle down for probably two or three days. If David Kennedy really thinks he still is the uncrowned king of Miami, he’d better wrap up the offstage assist within three days," Tommy explained to Martin.

He hoped Martin would learn more because he had many similar jobs to entrust to him in the future. Martin was black, and he needed a black man already accustomed to taking orders from him.

Martin then asked another question, "There’s still one issue, Boss. Orlando Bosch, that guy... I mean, how did you know about that Cuban woman and her affair with this terrorist? All the reporters asked Jeff the same question tonight. The editor-in-chief of the Miami Post made a special call to me, hoping to arrange another exclusive interview tomorrow to make up for my last regrets, promising to send a blonde white female reporter to meet me as long as I would provide some exclusive information."

At this point, he looked at Tommy with gleaming eyes, whether or not he could go further with the female reporter tomorrow depended on if the boss backed him up.

"You’re hoping I’ll tell you tonight so you can have a deep conversation with the reporter tomorrow?" Tommy asked with a smile as he looked at Martin.

Martin adjusted his tie with his hand, grinned proudly, and gave Tommy a knowing look, "Boss, you know I should be thinking about marriage now. After all, when my father was my age, I was already seven. I mean, a white female reporter from Miami might just be good enough for me, but I need your support."

"Your brain clearly isn’t ready to handle a reporter girlfriend, Martin. Look, she’s not out to drain your body but your answers. Once she gets what she wants, she’ll turn tail and run, then mock you as a fool in the newspapers. You need to pretend you’re the mastermind behind Jeff, let the other party desperately dig, yet come up empty. Got it? This way, she’ll keep in touch, and as she digs deeper, her clothes will get fewer, and she will get closer to you. You can say whatever since there’s only one truth: that you don’t have a damn clue. So no matter what you say, you don’t have to worry about causing trouble."

The maid came back with a well-mixed cocktail and handed it to Martin. Martin took it and looked at Tommy, "Is that so?"

"Of course."

"Why do I feel like it’s more like you don’t want to tell me the truth and are making up excuses on the fly?" Martin said skeptically.

Tommy’s phone rang, and he set down his drink to answer. Martin couldn’t hear the other side of the phone, but he heard Tommy say, "David, of course it wasn’t me. I’m not interested. It’s Martin Hart. Yes, you haven’t met him in person. Correct, Jeff’s campaign manager. Orlando Bosch and the Jewish check affair, they were both his handiwork. He’s quite the powerhouse among black people. I never thought Martin would go to such lengths. His connections? How should I know? When I met him, he just said he was from Miami, but when I invited him to be the Vice President of BT Television Network, I saw that he had significant clout in Los Angeles and New York. Yes, many black people in Los Angeles are under his influence. Oh, right, I remember now, Martin knows a few black military officers, very close ones. When he vacationed in New York, he paid their bills and invited them to spend lavishly at various luxury clubs. How should I know which branches of the military those officers are from or if they work in the intelligence bureau of the Pentagon? Do you think that even if it is true, he would divulge such secrets to me, a white man? He just does some work for me; he’s not my disciple!"

Tommy spoke these words while smiling and looking at the dumbstruck Martin beside him, "Do you have a few politically troubled friends who would like to meet this black elite? I can pass the message. No problem, goodnight."

After hanging up the phone, Tommy said to Martin, "On the day Jeff is elected, I guarantee you will become an even more impressive black figure than he is."

"But I don’t understand anything," Martin snapped out of it, realizing that his boss clearly intended to push him into the limelight. As Jeff’s popularity continued to surge, reporters and the public would also come to know the brain trust around him. Obviously, Tommy was preparing him for this role, but the problem was, he didn’t understand at all what Tommy wanted to gain.

Tommy looked at Martin seriously, "Do you know what I did when I didn’t understand anything?"

"What?" Martin shook his head.

"Made everyone believe that I did understand everything, that I could do anything. First, listen to why they want to know you, then consider whether you want to be friends with them. But I think, to show their sincerity, they should be able to introduce you to girls prettier and easier to get close to than the female reporter from the newspaper."

"So, can I get close?" Martin asked tentatively.

"No, if you did that, Page would have a talk with you about what’s called an electric-dick BBQ." Tommy stood up and walked towards the bedroom, patting Martin on the shoulder before he left:

"But I’ve seen the effort you’ve put in during this time, Page will tell you what the reward is, goodnight."

Tommy went back to his bedroom, and Page also opened his eyes, getting ready to return to the guest room to sleep. Martin stopped Page, "Page, what’s the reward the boss mentioned for me?"

Page pulled out a room card and handed it to Martin, "A luxury apartment in Los Angeles, the key is with Sophia. You’ll have to wait until you’re back in Los Angeles to get it. Besides that, there’s this room card. Right now, in the Four Seasons Hotel in Miami, there are five high-end ladies. If you wish, they will appear to spend the night with you every night for the coming week."

"Oh!" Martin exclaimed with a look of ecstasy, taking the room card and hugging Page.

Page pushed his arms away and walked towards the bedroom, "Thank me later. I think you’d better start by thanking Tommy, then Stephen, Allen, and Zack. They all tried them out for you but didn’t pay the bill, leaving this opportunity for you."

"F*ck! I’m the campaign manager of this team, and I’m the last in line for this kind of thing? Zack and Allen, those two smartasses, are ranked before me? This makes me feel insulted!" Martin instantly lost his joyous mood and ranted at Page’s retreating figure. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Without turning back, Page said, "If you feel insulted, you can choose not to touch those women and just go there to settle the bills and tips for the girls."