America 1982-Chapter 494 - 93: Every One Is Absolutely Plump_2
"I’m a good neighbor now, and an outstanding plumber too." Jeff couldn’t understand his wife’s anger, but he tried to gently put his arms around her shoulders and softly comfort her, "I’ve always been the person you’re talking about."
Jessica rested her head on her husband’s chest and said slowly with a tender voice, "I want you to be like before, laying in bed every night and telling me about the fun things you did with Zack, Allen, and the others today. Not like now, when you talk to me every day about how miserable the old soldiers are. I want you like before, commenting on the food I make at the dinner table, not like now when you don’t care at all about what you eat, only caring about what Martin says. Jeff, that politician’s life isn’t for ordinary people like us. I wish our two dogs..."
Meanwhile, in the office of Tucker Consulting Company, Jeff and his wife’s conversation was captured verbatim through the bedroom’s phone tapping device and reached Martin’s ears.
The two employees reporting work progress in the office also heard the conversation between Jeff and his wife. They looked towards Martin with incomprehension in their eyes.
If their employer decided to drop out of the race, much of the work they were doing would turn out to be futile. Of course, the other party would need to continue paying, but everyone could relax and not be so busy anymore.
"Anyway, the two hundred thousand has already hit the account. If he insists on dropping out, the company can earn that money more easily," an underling said, noting Martin’s conflicted expression on his face, and tentatively spoke up.
As long as Martin agreed, everyone could knock off work now and take a break for themselves. Both underlings thought Martin wouldn’t stop their employer’s decision to withdraw because earning two hundred thousand in two weeks without even participating in the primary was a no-brainer for even a fool to nod and agree to.
Martin picked up the phone and dialed Lance, the black man sleeping on Jeff’s pickup truck, who doubled as Jeff’s driver, bodyguard, and pet dog’s babysitter: "Lance, it’s Martin. Jessica has wheedled Jeff in bed, and he’s thinking about dropping out. As the lifesaver who gave you, a homeless veteran, this precious job opportunity, what can you do to repay me on this matter?"
"Get up early tomorrow, find a few old vets to stay near his house, and have them express their gratitude to Jeff when they see him. Bind him, confine him, like some of the heroines in Japanese small films, with a uniquely styled moral shackle that leaves him unable to move. If you mess this up, I’ll send your bitch pet dog, who’s strutted down the whole street, to be put down, and then I’ll bring your ex-wife, who broke three of your ribs because you stole the dog and was furious about it, back to reunite with you. Good," Martin instructed and then hung up the phone. He leaned back in his chair, imitated his boss Tommy in a thoughtful pose, clenched his hand into a fist, and gently tapped the back of the chair. He soon came up with another idea and picked up the phone again, calling Gina:
"Hey, Gina, asleep yet? It’s Martin. Are you about to call Marcus to ask what kind of outfit would make a man named Stephen fall for you? I don’t think that’s a good idea. No, no, no, Stephen is not a scam artist; he’s definitely a real old-money Californian magnate, but we have a problem. We don’t need your temporary partnership with Stephen because your sister has convinced Jeff to drop out, get it? You can go back to flipping through job ads in the newspaper now, good luck. Sorry, but I still have to call Stephen to clear this up. Over the next three days, I plan to introduce him to my half-sister hoping to have a chance of gaining a billionaire brother-in-law and become an uncle to a few future billionaires, I..."
Martin heard the busy tone of the phone on the other end, looked at his two subordinates, and shrugged, "Gina got so angry that she hung up directly. Page pulled a similar trick to deceive me into becoming the boss’s bodyguard years ago. Now I understand how thrilling this feeling is."
"So, are we continuing to work?" the two underlings looked at Martin.
Martin put on a perfunctory smile, "Of course, we have the chance to earn even more money. Why not? We must make Jeff continue doing what we think is right." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"What if your threat... no, I mean your appeal has no effect on Jeff, and he insists on withdrawing?"
"Before my boss sends Page to take me out, I’ll have those angry vets take him out." Martin took a deep breath, spoke irritably to his underling, then suddenly, as if he had an epiphany, he slowly said:
"Yeah, I finally understand why America always has all sorts of bizarre political deaths. It’s because they refuse to listen to the boss and refuse to do the right thing."
A college intern spoke up with false humor in his voice, "Isn’t that a given?"
"Do you know what a miller means?" Martin asked, staring with wide eyes.
The intern shook his head blankly.
Martin revealed an enlightening smile, "Now I understand why I’m the miller."
...
Stephen emerged from the hotel swimming pool, slicked back his wet hair with both hands, climbed up the ladder, took a sip of honey wine from a swimsuit-clad lady by the pool, and let her towel dry his body. He sat at the edge of the pool, watching Tommy who was still swimming in the pool:
