MTL - America’s Road To Wealth-Chapter 29 make tarrant great again
Chapter 29 Make Tarrant Great Again
Abel's cell phone,
Except for a few good friends, only family members know the number.
The phone number he called was still the phone number in his parents' room.
So the caller over there is either Alexander or Emily.
"It's me, Alexander." Abel's father's voice sounded from the opposite side.
Abel held the phone in his right hand, raised his left hand, and checked the time on the watch.
At ten thirty in the evening.
"Good evening, Father. Aren't you resting at this hour?" he said with a smile.
Emily and Alexander always go to bed very early, usually around ten o'clock in the evening.
The husband and wife are used to getting up early.
In fact, most farmers in the United States also go to bed very early, because many farmers still need to get up early to work.
Even Alexander and Emily don't have to do most of the farm work.
But you also need to get up early, because you need to get up early to watch those workers work.
Otherwise, a job that would have been done in an hour or two.
These workers may not be able to handle it all morning.
"It's almost time to rest. There is one thing I want to tell you. Originally, I planned to take care of it myself."
"But Emily said you might have a good suggestion. So I called you."
"Huh?" Abel wondered what advice his father needed from himself.
The last time I went home, after Abel and Alexander talked about their plans.
Alexander expressed great doubts about the success of the plan.
But this father who loves his son is willing to give it a try.
And the next day, Alexander, who was so active, started his own actions.
"That's right. Dewayne Dutan, you should still remember him?"
"I remember. He seems to be a comrade in arms when you served.
After retiring, opened a gun shop in Fort Worth?
You took me to his gun store to buy a gun. I remember you bought me a gun at that time. It is an AK that is said to have participated in the Gulf War. "
On the phone, Alexander can still remember the little things between father and son four or five years ago to his son.
Alexander was very happy in his heart, but his tone did not change at all.
"Yes. But I didn't tell you, DeWine ran for Fort Worth City Council two years ago and lost."
"Well, you really didn't tell me about this."
The owner of the gun shop can also participate in the city council election. Well, Dwayne's gun shop is so big that it almost hits the supermarket.
"Isn't that what I'm saying to you now? Dwayne failed, trying to come back.
But he lacks the money, and he lacks the voters to support him.
He's not a Texan, he doesn't have roots in Fort Worth or Tarrant. He won't succeed. "
Alexander said: "I went to him, and I persuaded him, and persuaded him to help me.
Finally I managed to convince this guy.
He is now willing to be my deputy, on the condition that it doesn't matter if I succeed or not. Two years later, they will help him campaign. "
Hearing this, Abel was a little surprised.
He didn't expect that it was only a few days.
It's not even a week since I went home.
My father listened to his plan and started to act.
Add up, the time is only five or six days.
But now, it seems that there are some clues.
"You mean" Abel said uncertainly.
“I took Dwayne’s entire team. It was all local, and they were more willing to trust me. Because I was richer and had more support.”
Alexander's steady voice sounded, "Now my team has taken shape. I have signed up for this year's Tarrant County election. But as of now, my team still does not have a clear goal or a slogan."
"You should understand. My son, a slogan, a common goal. In our country, when conducting activities like this."
“It is very important.”
"I was discussing this with your mother just now."
"Emily thinks that you might be able to give good advice."
"So you see what I mean now?"
I understand, but I still don’t understand.
After understanding, Abel is even a little excited now.
Excited by his father's action and leadership.
He did not expect that Alexander could form a team in such a short period of time.
A team running for Tarrant County or Fort Worth.
It's only a few days.
This movement is too fast, and I don't know if it is reliable or not.
He is now a little worried that Dwyane's team is not reliable.
But it doesn't matter if you are unreliable, even if you fail this time, it can be regarded as accumulating experience.
In a hurry, after listening to my prayer.
Alexander can get out of this situation so quickly.
It has been very difficult.
"Slogan?"
"Let me think about it."
said Abel.
In the United States, this kind of activity is carried out from the commander-in-chief to the councilors of a town.
Every candidate will have a slogan.
Such as the famous MAGA!
Having said that, as a reborn.
When thinking about the slogan in this regard, the first thing Abel thought of was MAGA.
This gave him an idea, and he tentatively said to Alexander:
"Father, maybe you can think about this slogan."
"What slogan?"
“[Make Tarrant County Great Again]”
Alexander, after listening to his son, carefully read the sentence in English, "Make Tarrant Great Again?"
"Seems pretty good. But why use again? Can't it just "make Tarrant County greater"?"
Alexander said.
"What you said seems to make sense." Abel hesitated.
After Ah understand, the reason why "again" is used.
That's because more than ten years later, the planetary overlord has shown signs of decline and is not so great anymore.
There are also strong competitors, and Ah Chou really needs to become stronger again.
So using again is very appropriate.
But now it is 2000, and Ah Chou, who has just eaten the corpse, is at the time when he is invincible.
At this time, I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.
There is no need for "again".
"Then directly use [Make Tarrant even greater.]?" Abel said.
“[Making Tarrant County Great] Well, that sounds good. Can be abbreviated directly to “MTEG”!”
"I like it very much. Emily is right, it is a good choice to discuss with you."
Alexander over there said with satisfaction, and seemed to like this slogan very much.
Abel looked up at the place where the void above his head did not exist.
He seems to have seen the pliers just now.
Invisible and qualityless, but capable of destroying all pincers.
"MTEG",
Fortunately, it’s not MAGA,
or MTAG,
Abel wiped a cold sweat that didn't exist.
"Well. That's it. I'll talk to Dwyane and the others. I personally like it, but after all, they are experts in this area. Even if they are poor experts, they are better than me."
"I need to refer to their opinions." Alexander said.
"Should be."
"Okay. So, bye, son."
"Goodbye, Father."
(end of this chapter)
