America 1982-Chapter 610 - 136: Jason and Susy, the Foreign Clan Leaders of the Hawk Family_2

"Jason, I’ve told you before, you lack social responsibility and all you think about is women all day. That’s also why they nicknamed me ’the righteous man’ and you ’the gigolo,’" Tommy said as he took out a cigarette, offered one to the other person, and smiled, "We should use our wealth to make this country a better place."

Jason took the cigarette: "Yeah, if your idea of social responsibility is putting a flat-earther idiot into Congress to build a better America, then you’ve nailed it."

"Do you know what’s the most attractive thing about America? It’s democracy and freedom. Here, we can do whatever we want, right?" Tommy lit Jason’s cigarette, and then his own, and continued, "How are your three kids doing, the ones who were sent abroad? Have they ever thought about what they want to do when they grow up? "

Jason rolled his eyes: "How would I know? I don’t care what they want to do, just like their mothers don’t care if I’m still alive, only caring if Susy can keep getting alimony if I drop dead suddenly, or just take all my property."

"Alright, take my unborn child with Odelia as an example. Suppose we had an angel as pure and lovely as Odelia, who has no interest in the family business and wants to be a doctor to heal the sick, or a poet to sing about the beautiful life when he grows up. As a father, of course, I should support his decision. He should do whatever he wants to do, that’s his freedom. But here comes the problem: what if he makes a small mistake during a surgery and accidentally kills a dozen patients, or if at a KKK poetry slam, because of his successful new poetry, he accidentally burns a few Black folks while celebrating. What should I do, then?"

Jason looked at Tommy’s serious expression, despairingly grabbed his hair, "You should consider aborting that kid, man. A small surgery accident involves killing a dozen patients? Are you sure your kid is wearing a white doctor’s coat and holding a scalpel? Sounds more like he’s in combat gear, holding an assault rifle."

"It’s just an example, right? My little angel, because of an accident, could now face trouble from this country. And if he’s a guy with a lot of pride who decides as an adult to take all the responsibility on himself without asking for my help, should I, as a father, just stand by?" Tommy enthusiastically outlined his example.

This guy’s excited expression gave Jason an illusion. When it came to abusing Blacks, Tommy was even more excited than when talking about women. So as a good friend, he thoughtfully provided the most in-sync response:

"No, of course you can’t just stand by. If it were my kid, maybe I would ask the judge for permission to execute the death penalty myself, personally take him out, man. If he killed a dozen patients or burned several Black people, even if you brought out all your money to hire the best lawyer, it wouldn’t change the fact that he’s a criminal."

Tommy glanced at Jason, "Indifferent jerk, you have to understand the meaning of family first. My father always has this word on his lips, so I think I should help him correct his mistakes."

"According to what you said, what your punk kid did could be comparable to a terrorist. Sending him up to the gallows is the only way this country can correct his mistakes," Jason continued with his merciless retort.

"If I had billions of US Dollars in assets and loved women as you said, indeed, I could have different women give birth to my children every day until I completely die. Maybe even after I die, there would be women who wouldn’t leave my bird alone, helping my corpse to get one off, then taking it away for in vitro fertilization," Tommy sighed, paused for a moment to gather his thoughts, then continued:

"But what about the kids? I really need to find some more considerate nannies to take care of them, so they can appear in the small accidents I used in my examples, and ensure that it’s the deceased and this country that make the mistakes, definitely not my children."

Jason gave an understanding look: "Knowing your character, you’re talking about lobbying companies, those politicians, judges... "

"No, no, no, I mean live-in nannies, not hourly workers. Just like back in Mississippi during the Confederate States of America period, those plantation owners would always select close retainer’s age-appropriate children to accompany their own kids to school, spending generously on their college expenses, training them to become lawyers, doctors, sheriffs, and then during the children’s inheritance of the family business, having those old politicians teach the next generation of retainers hand in hand, letting them run for mayor, congressman, governor, attorney general, chief justice, or even president," Tommy looked at Jason:

"Do you think billions of assets are enough to pay for these high-end nannies? Obviously not, it’s not enough. Of course, they’re not going to help me deal with the small accidents my descendants encounter. The best method is to make them one with the Hawk Family, inseparable, just like our status in the Actor period, where I made all the decisions and you guys executed them." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"The Rockefellers of New York State, right, it looks dissected but is actually integrated with the whole of America, from occupying several main arteries to being part of the whole body, omnipresent." Jason flicked some ashes, summarizing Tommy’s words, "Don’t insult the White plantation owners of Mississippi, they are cleaner than those New York folks up north."