The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 155: My plot was played by someone else?

"Xiong Enbazel was arrested by the police!"

The news spread throughout the streets.

No one who was looking for fun could resist sharing this damning news with others.

"Who is Xiong En Bazel?"

"Don't you know? He's the guy in Los Angeles who was shouting that he wanted the government to give out contraband for free."

"Isn't that just a fool?"

"Idiot? Watch his TV interviews and speeches, and then you can judge whether he is an idiot or not."

"Why would I want to watch a speech by a moron?"

"Because he was arrested by the LAPD. Don't you want to know why?"

"The LAPD is finally doing something with its personnel, and I'm suddenly interested."

This is for those who care about politics but not particularly.

What about people who don’t care much about politics?

"You know what? There was a candidate for the California assembly. He took out contraband and gave it to someone else in front of the police. Then he was taken away by the police."

"God! Please tell me this is a joke and not true. I can't believe such a person can run for Congress. What is wrong with America?"

“He’s a real brother.”

"Quick, give me a link! I want to see what's going on!"

However, after reading it, the man asked, "Why do I feel like what he said makes sense?"

Yes, the news of Xiong En's arrest spread throughout the streets and alleys under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives.

Most of them came here to laugh, but as they watched, they seemed unable to laugh anymore.

Because what Xiong En said seemed to be mocking everyone.

This guy only talked about homeless people, illegal immigrants and drug dealers, but according to his analogy, the American people have to pay for too many of the government's messes.

If this person happens to be a drug addict, then the mood is even more different.

All I can say is that some people are having fun while others are looking in the mirror.

A farce of being arrested and a clown-like appearance made the name of Xiong En Bazel, which was originally only slightly famous in Los Angeles and a certain circle on the Internet, spread to thousands of households, especially among young voters.

This group of Americans are different from the older group. The older group has experienced various times of incorrect governance and has become indifferent to many things.

But this group of young people is different. Their grandfathers and fathers were extremely rebellious and joined the hippie movement. They are the same. All they lack is an opportunity.

Obviously, Xiong En has given everyone a chance now.

The President of the United States can be a fool, so why can't a congressman be a madman?

Moreover, Xiong En's actual act of paying money made countless people's words stuck in their throats.

His sincere words, "My interests are the same as yours, because I don't want to keep paying money," touched countless drug addicts.

And what about Xiong En? Jonas went to the police station, paid the money, and took Xiong En away under Jim's slightly resentful eyes.

Not to mention that the unlucky guy took a big sip of that little bit of it, even if all of it was taken, it would not be enough to sentence.

Why do drug dealers pour contraband down the drain before they are caught? It's because the amount of money they are caught with is proportional to the amount of money they are sentenced to.

The bag the police brought back was probably only enough to detain Xiong En. Once the bail was paid, there would be nothing to worry about.

I guess even if the prosecutor wanted to prosecute Xiong En, when he came to LAPD to retrieve evidence, he would have to go back in shame when he saw the empty bag.

Coffey was busy sorting out the documents on his hands and was a little overwhelmed.

"Damn it! I never thought in my life that as a campaign manager, I would be stumped by such a shitty thing as a Telegram group and a fan club! Can't you just be a politician? Why do you have to be a star?"

"The world is going crazy every day, Kofi." Jonas said on the side, "I was also asked to help. By the way, why is Xiong En's campaign team so small? Are you sure these people are enough?"

"Qiao, stop making sarcastic remarks. Don't you see what Xiong En's campaign manifesto is? Half of the reason I'm here is because I don't dare to leave, understand?"

While the two were talking, Xiong En walked in: "Hey, my dear campaign manager and my lawyer, you seem to be very busy?"

The two looked at Xiong En, only to find that this guy was dressed very formally at this moment. The suit made him look like a polite gangster.

"It looks like you don't have any plans today, Xiong En." Kofi was a little surprised: "Are you dressed like this to meet a woman?" Xiong En rolled his eyes: "Believe me, if that were the case, I would definitely not dress like this. No, I don't know how to dress at all! The gentleman talked to my father about something before, and today the old man asked me to meet some people, saying that it would be helpful for my future election."

“Los Angeles?”

"No, it's some guys from Santa Barbara County and Ventura County. Are those counties in California?"

Kofi was used to this illiterate guy: "Of course in Master Xiong En, these two places are rich in farmers."

Xiong En frowned: "Is there such a place in California? I thought California was full of cities like Los Angeles. How come there are still people farming on the West Coast?"

Coffey, who was already a little anxious, had his brows twitched twice before he continued, "Master Xiong En, don't you know that California is an important agricultural state in the United States?"

"I don't know." Xiong En shook his head. "I know California has San Francisco, where people came to pan for gold. I know California has Los Angeles, which is an internationally renowned metropolis. I know California has Long Beach and the West Coast, a mecca for rappers all over the world. I also know California has Hollywood, which is the dream of countless actors. But the only thing I didn't know was that there were actually a group of farmers in California?"

Kofi stared at Xiong En with wide eyes.

Xiong En said proudly: "It seems that you didn't expect me to be so knowledgeable, right Kofi? I told you not to underestimate me."

Having said that, Xiong En left like a victorious rooster.

Jonas tried to smooth things over: "Okay, Kofi, at least our Master Xiong En mentioned four place names, right? He still knows something about them."

"Three of the four place names are no more than 80 kilometers away from downtown Los Angeles. He really knows California damn well! Even so, this guy told me that his goal is to become president. Do you believe that even if this guy becomes president, he can buy a plane ticket to New York when he goes to the White House to take office!"

Jonas laughed, "That must be your mistake Kofi."

Kofi was stunned, then cursed angrily: "Fuck! Why can such a guy still have so many people supporting him!"

After cursing, Coffey looked at Jonas: "So, Joe, can you tell me the truth, what exactly does Xiu want to do? I'm really curious. And I think I need to know, because I'm afraid that if he doesn't tell me about the election, that bastard Xiong En will stab God's Ace!"

Jonas thought about it, then pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry about that. The boss said he was just looking for some people with the same interests."

"Who can share the same interests with him?" Coffey said dissatisfiedly: "This guy is committed to offending everyone he can. Who else can..."

Coffey was suddenly stunned when he was halfway through his speech.

Then he looked at Coffey with wide eyes: "Oh, damn! It must not be what I think!"

“I’m sorry.” Jonas shook his head. “Since you said that, it’s probably what you think.”

In the reception room of the manor, some casually dressed white men were communicating with Dak. Judging from the way they were talking, they seemed to be having a very happy chat.

The wine bottle on the table is the best proof.

Xiong En stood outside and looked at Xiu Nuo beside him: "Is this really okay, sir?"

"No matter if it works or not, just give it a try." Xiu Nuo said with a smile, "You don't lack opponents. If you succeed, you'll make money. If you fail, you won't lose money either. Xiong En, if you want to go down this path, you need enough people to have their interests tied to yours. Didn't Kofi tell you that?"

"No. He just told me what to do and what not to do. This guy is a bit incompetent, right sir?"

Xiu Nuo was silent for a moment, then patted Xiong En on the shoulder: "No, Xiong En. Maybe he thinks you haven't reached this stage yet. After all, in his eyes, you haven't even taken the first step."

"He really has been looking down on me."

"It's not his fault. You are just too good. Remember what I taught you. It's up to you from now on."

"So why are they a group of farmers?" Although he was still confused, Xiong En walked in with admiration for Xiu Nuo.

"Oh, look who's here." A fat white man saw Xiong En and laughed, "Isn't this our future congressman?"

"It's the governor." Xiong En said confidently.

The man was slightly startled and a little curious. Could it be that this kid hasn't even figured out the separation of powers?
"Well, future governor, you have a great goal."

"In fact, my purpose is even greater. I actually want to ban drugs."

"Hahahahaha! You really are a joker, Xiong En. Now is not the time to discuss this. Do you have anything to say to us?"

"Of course. You should have talked to my father for a long time. I am still a child, so please forgive my abruptness. I want to ask, are you willing to give me the ballot?"

Another skinny white man frowned and said, "Kid, remember to tell us what you can give us before you ask for something. If you want us and the people we represent to vote for you, then give us a good reason!"

"Hey, didn't my father tell you?" Xiong En asked curiously; "He didn't tell you, can I bring you US dollars?"

"Obviously, we haven't gotten to that point yet."

"Then I'll be frank." Xiong En looked at them and asked with a smile, "How much can a ton of rice, wheat, and corn sell for? And how much can a ton of hemp sell for?"

(End of this chapter)