I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 94 Kennedy, Your Family Might Produce a President
No matter what Logan was thinking, life had to go on.

Although Al Capone was very interested in the imposter "Donald," he didn't know when he would be caught, so they parted ways, and he went back to Chicago to wash away his bad luck.

Interestingly, no sooner had he left than the imposter appeared on his own.

"Stop chasing me! Stop chasing me! I'm not running anymore, I surrender!"

A disheveled man, looking like a beggar, drove a Ford car almost covered in mud, pulled over to the side of the road, raised his hands, and cried out.

Upon closer inspection, isn't this the "Donald" from the portrait?

The guy pulled out a crumpled "wanted poster" from his pocket. "That's right, it's me. I surrendered voluntarily, so shouldn't I get the 50,000 dollars?"

The moment he finished speaking, Donald's eyes turned icy cold and filled with murderous intent.

Originally, Donald's anger had already subsided by at least half after encountering the seemingly more unlucky Al Capone. But unexpectedly, this guy suddenly appeared on his own and shamelessly demanded "his own bounty."

The anger that had just begun to subside in his chest suddenly surged up like a bucket of hot oil poured on a fire.

When "Donald" saw the real Donald pounce on him like a tiger descending from the mountain, he was terrified and turned to run away.

How could he forget that the real target was in the tracking team!

Donald felt he was incredibly unlucky.

What legitimate gang leader would be out on the run? Shouldn't they all be hiding in their hideout, surrounded by women and indulging in a life of pleasure?

He didn't know what bad luck he had to run into, to encounter such a fool!
Thinking about it again, I realized I had actually taken the initiative to use this idiot's name!
What a terrible thing to do! It's all my own doing!
Donald was filled with remorse. "I only slightly damaged your reputation, is it really necessary to be so ruthless? You even sent planes to drop 'bounty posters'?"
Moreover, he had no idea he was worth $50,000!

If you have the money, why don't you just give it to me directly?
"Donald" was chased to the middle of nowhere, starving for almost a whole day, and his car was almost out of gas. In a fit of desperation, he simply stopped and asked for the "bounty"!

Okay, let's think about how to kill ourselves!

His legs went weak and he couldn't run. Just as he turned around, a strong force came from his buttocks and he was sent flying!
"Help!"

As soon as he landed, Donald's fists rained down on him like a storm. "You want the bounty, huh? I'll give you the bounty!"

The imposter covered his face, screaming repeatedly, "Ahhh, big brother, don't hit my face!"

Upon hearing that he still dared to have any shame, Donald became even more furious, raised his fist and smashed it wildly into Donald's face.

The screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, sent a chill down the spines of Logan and the others who were watching the spectacle.

After a while, the feeling of fists hitting flesh finally vented Donald's anger, but he still looked fierce and pressed the imposter's head to the ground with his left hand.

"Do you still want the reward?"

"No, no, the bounty is all yours, brother. I am yours too. All the money I swindled is yours."

Upon hearing about the money he had swindled, Donald's anger flared up again, and he gave the guy a good beating until tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, big brother, I still have a use!"

The imposter looked terrible; his face was completely deformed, covered in bruises and purple welts. Even a pig's head looked better than him.

"Useful? What good are you!" Donald said, then raised his fist again.

“I’m really useful. I’ve investigated the Irish communities in several states. I can guide you, brother. It’ll be very convenient for you to commit murder or arson.” At this point, the imposter was already sobbing, tears streaming down his face.

Damn it, Donald's fist is hard again!
Logan suppressed a laugh and finally came over to stop Donald.

We can't really beat him until he poops, that would be too disgusting.

Moreover, Logan seemed quite interested in what he called "getting a feel for things."

"Tell me what you found out, and be honest. If you dare to be dishonest again, I won't be able to save you later!"

The imposter dared not cause any more trouble and tried to put on a fawning face, but his face had turned into a pig's head, which was truly unbearable to look at.

He spoke rapidly, recounting the information he had gathered, as if afraid that if he hesitated even a little longer, his fist would fall again.

As Logan listened, he became more serious. It seemed that this thing was actually quite useful.

"Are you really of Irish descent?" Logan suddenly asked.

"It's true, absolutely true, my family has been of Irish descent for generations." The imposter almost swore an oath.

"Tell me your name!" Donald demanded fiercely.

“Brother, my name is Derek Kennedy, you can just call me Little Derek!” Derek said, his eyebrows drooping.

Kennedy?
Logan's ears perked up quietly.

……

Back in Chicago, Richard agreed with Logan that the fake was indeed useful!
He was initially laughing as he listened to Donald's bizarre experiences, but when he saw Derek's account of intelligence on Irish communities in several states—yes, this could definitely be called intelligence, specifying the numbers and who had influence in the area…

He was baffled; how did this guy do that?
Logan relayed Derek's answer: "As long as you appear in front of your fellow Irishmen dressed neatly, with impeccable manners and exuding a powerful aura, and then join them in swearing at the British, especially the English, they'll basically open their hearts to you."

Richard: ...

It sounds simple, but you couldn't find one person with such affability out of ten thousand!
The key question is, "If he has such talent, why does he only think about deceiving people?"

Donald nodded vigorously, "Damn it, if he came to join me, I could have made him rich by now by leading the wine sales!"

“It’s not just about selling alcohol.” Richard shook his head. “Look at the Irish communities he’s compiled; they’re evenly distributed and concentrated on the map…”

Logan knew immediately that Richard had the same idea as him.

“You mentioned before that you wanted to find a political front man, and I’ve been thinking about how to approach that.”

Richard suddenly changed the subject, "Supporting your own Chicago mayor is feasible, but it's not stable. You can support one, but someone else can support another, and you'll have to start all over again once the person changes."

"So I think it's best to have a basic base."

"In America, you can climb to a certain social class through your own efforts, but if you want to climb higher, you must have a base of support, and for that base, I can only think of ethnic groups!"

Richard punched a map marking Irish settlements.

Just look at the map. To put it simply, given the characteristics of American elections, areas with large Irish-American populations have the potential to become "swing districts." To put it even more bluntly, if all Irish-Americans were to mobilize to vote, in certain close races, while they might not be able to secure a direct victory for a particular candidate or party in those states, they could certainly cause them to lose.

This applies not only to elections of members of parliament, but also to elections of presidents.

This is what is known as the critical minority, also called the troublemakers!
Damn it, why does it seem like he's been infected with Ying's urine again?
"The premise is that we can mobilize everyone!" Logan shrugged, stating the key point.

Richard nodded and directly told the still somewhat confused Donald the specific requirements, "Didn't you want to expand your liquor business? It can't just be about making money, it can even be about not making money, as long as these Irish folks are loyal to you."

"With this, the Irish gang can get so much in exchange in politics! White gloves? That's nothing!"

Donald seemed to understand, but not quite. "So, what should we do?"

“We want to invite the leaders or respected people in these communities to establish an American Irish mutual aid organization!”

……

Joseph Kennedy quietly arrived at the Irish American mutual aid invitation meeting in Chicago.

He didn't come to attend the meeting; he came to "redeem" people.

Derek Kennedy was the son of his late third uncle. He was a free spirit who loved to roam the world, but he never expected to become a conman, especially one who conned his fellow villagers.

When Patrick received the message from the Irish gang, he was so angry he almost fainted, but no matter how angry he was, he had to make them come and ransom the man.

As a representative of the successful Irish-American community in Boston, the Kennedy family naturally wanted to find opportunities to connect with the rising Irish community in Chicago, but they definitely did not want such an opportunity.

Listen to this—

"...Two small towns with Irish populations were scammed. In light of this, it is necessary for us Irish people to unite and help each other."

—The meeting was chaired by Logan, whose face is somewhat recognizable among people of Irish descent, after all, he was the man who was refused entry to the UK!
The very reason for this meeting made Joseph Kennedy's face burn with embarrassment.

Joseph Kennedy shrank back slightly, especially when the mayors of the two towns were indignantly recounting the swindlers' despicable behavior and expressing their gratitude for the Irish gang's loyalty.

"...It's all because of the bootlegging business. The Chicago Irish gang understands their fellow countrymen and is willing to help them get rich!"

Oh wow? So direct?

Joseph Kennedy then thought, "They're already selling alcohol pretty openly in Chicago, why not be more direct?"
"...The profits are divided into three equal parts. The Irish gang in Chicago is responsible for supplying the liquor, cracking down on competitors, and maintaining market order, so they take one share; the liquor dealers take one share; and the remaining share is used to improve the lives of the Irish community."

"For example, providing subsidies to impoverished households, funding children's education, and improving the living conditions of fellow villagers..."

Ok?
The villagers at the scene began to stir.

Joseph Kennedy's eyes widened as well.

What is the Irish gang up on?
"The only requirement is that in all elections, we must unite and support the parties and candidates who are willing to help improve the quality of life for people of Irish descent!"

Um? ?

Joseph Kennedy couldn't sit still any longer and raised his hand to ask, "So, is this about forming a political alliance, creating an Irish-American party?"

Logan smiled slightly. "Where is this fellow countryman from?"

Joseph Kennedy's face twitched, but he still answered honestly, "Boston."

A few small boos immediately rang out from the crowd.

This is a mutual help and support system between the Midwest and the East. You're from the East, so don't cause any trouble.

Logan said with an innocent look, "No, we're not interested in political parties. We're just here to help each other and improve everyone's quality of life."

The villagers didn't think anything was wrong and started clapping.

Joseph Kennedy, however, was screaming in his heart, "No, this is clearly a political alliance!"
Joseph Kennedy's father was a state legislator and senator, and influenced by his father, he developed a deep understanding of politics from a young age.

His father-in-law is the current mayor of Boston. To put it nicely, the Irish faction is growing stronger because the Irish are more united.

To put it bluntly, it is—

Replace ethnicity with votes!

In the United States, controllable votes equal political influence!
Political parties were not unprepared for this. For example, after the 1896 presidential election, a series of voting reforms were implemented across the country, including voter registration, residency requirements, voting taxes, and literacy tests, in order to prevent lower classes from participating in elections.

Under this system, it would be too costly to simply replace ethnicity with votes!
However, if bootlegging is involved, things become very different!

The profits from bootlegging are too high, the market is too big, and you don't need to be very qualified to participate... Even Joseph Kennedy could imagine how much money was backing the "mutual assistance" of the Irish gang in Chicago!
Once this "mutual assistance" system is established, the Irish gang, with money, guns, and votes, plus the media support of The Sun, will create a huge political force!

So how can people of Eastern Irish descent be excluded?
I can also sell bootlegging! I can also "help each other out"!

"Why not include our fellow countrymen from the East as well?" Joseph Kennedy practically had "I want to get on board too" written all over his face.

Logan smiled and said, "My information is that the Irish community in Chicago has limited resources and can only help improve the living standards of our fellow Midwesterners first!"

Without a doubt, even more enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience!

Joseph Kennedy immediately declared righteously, "Our family has some political experience and is willing to help mutual aid organizations deal with the political arena and help our fellow countrymen in the Midwest improve their lives!"

Loud boos erupted from the crowd.

So you managed to climb ashore!
I haven't seen you guys come to "help your fellow villagers" properly, but you rush over as soon as there's something to gain!
Logan gave him a deep look. "What is your name, sir?"

"Joseph Kennedy."

Oh, it really is you!

Logan said earnestly, "Mr. Kennedy, with your enthusiasm, your family might actually produce a president!"

The audience burst into laughter, all thinking Logan was being sarcastic.

Joseph Kennedy also laughed at first, but as he laughed, he seemed to be deep in thought.

……

　Logan: I've never lied in my life~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)