America 1982-Chapter 492 - 92: The Jews Arrive_3

But the problem was, this guy liked to smile, and when he did, it reminded Tommy of a meme he often saw on social media in his past life, one that combined the face of Yao Ming with the laugh of the Internet celebrity Kim Jong-un in a rage comic. Even the fiercest features seemed harmless with that kind of smile on Jeff.

"Three days from now, which is two days before the primary nominations, I want your whole family to hold a campaign rally on Coral Street in the Southern District. I won’t have the veterans there to cheer you on, so it might be very quiet at the start of the rally because the residents there are all Jewish. Don’t expect them to have the same enthusiasm for Jeff as they do for war veterans. But I assure you, as long as Jeff follows the speech script Martin will hand you, he will gradually attract the attention of the Jewish community. Jessica, no need to pretend to be sick. You and Jeff, along with your four children, will all attend. Gina, you leave with Marcus later, and he will get you a change of clothes. Martin will give you some tips. You have three days to snag a Jewish boyfriend at a bar in the Southern District, got it? It doesn’t matter if he’s impotent or a stud in bed. What’s important is that he’s Jewish. Then, in three days, bring that dumbass to the rally, and by then..."

Before Tommy could finish, the front door of Jeff’s house was forcibly pushed open from the outside, and an infuriated Stephen Binns appeared:

"Fuck you, Tommy! What the hell have you done? Why is the best program producer from my company so messed up that he had to go back to Los Angeles to see a shrink? Can’t you just follow the fucking script? This was the first major production of my company, and because I chose you three assholes, now it’s a complete disaster!"

Stephen was cursing as he stepped inside, followed by his assistant and bodyguards. He walked to the fridge as if no one else was there, took out a beer, popped it open, and took a few big gulps. Then he took a deep breath in an effort to calm his rage before turning to look at Tommy, who was still facing away, continuing to enjoy his food:

"You three are my best buddies, and I trusted you, and then what? Jason, that dumbass, using the gimmick of pulling chicks with a camera, started up a prostitute training school! Over a hundred illegal South Korean immigrant women in Sacramento, paying his crazy girlfriend a steep price with the money they earn from selling their bodies, just to learn how to better please the American dick!"

"My top ally Bert from the Phoenix Society, that dumbass went even further. He called over some classmates from Stanford to Little River Town, Washington, and started the most heinous funeral service and greenhouse cultivation training businesses. He taught the local Washington and British Columbia mafia, as well as those close by from Canada, how to handle funeral services and body disposal. Those idiot mafia learnt how to build greenhouses for growing nettle plants in winter!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Those involved in smuggling across the US-Canada border sent their lackeys to learn from him how to calmly perform autopsies, embalming, and eco-friendly disposal of corpses in harsh outdoor or medical conditions. Even the mobs from New York and Boston sent members to Washington to learn how to construct greenhouses, all to keep growing weed in the winter of New York... A month since he started the business, the FBI, Drug Enforcement Administration, Washington state police, CIA, and the Canadian International Criminal Police Center were practically lining up to plant undercover agents in his company. Then this idiot sold himself out to the above law enforcement agencies, volunteering to be their informant and enjoying the protection that comes with it, while continuing his training business and earning from the mafia’s training fees, because informant protection ensured those earnings weren’t confiscated."

"But they’re nothing compared to how despicable you are. You disgust me the most, Tommy. That’s why after hearing Nick’s report, I couldn’t wait to fly here," said Stephen, holding his beer, as he walked over to Tommy, looking down at him with contempt:

"He said that to help this pathetic fool Jeff fundraise, you screwed at least seven churches, dozens if not hundreds of cult leaders’ harem members, one by one, all beautifully seductive, utterly obedient to their leaders. Some were mothers and daughters, some sisters, and some mother-daughter-sisters."

While everyone else was still stunned by Stephen’s sudden arrival and his words, Tommy continued to stuff beef into his mouth as if he didn’t see Stephen at all. "Get to the point, dumbass."

Stephen placed his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, "Take me to fundraise one more time, and I’ll forgive you for changing my script, pauper! My family and I have donated so much money to the Democratic Party over the years, yet we’ve never enjoyed such lascivious treatment!"

"Hold on, you’re Jewish, right?" Tommy seemed to suddenly realize something and looked up at Stephen.

Stephen looked back at Tommy suspiciously, "In front of you, I feel unworthy of that title. If Germany started slaughtering Jews again, I’d question everything if the Nazis put you in the incinerator before me."

"No, you are. So, if you want to screw women in the next few days, you can only screw her," Tommy said, glancing at Gina, who was eating:

"Gina, meet Stephen, your boyfriend for the next three days. If you manage to get pregnant by him within these three days, I guarantee you’ll never have to worry about not finding a job for the rest of your damn life."