American Strategic Deception Bureau

　But the problem was that the leading figures in this group of Vietnamese refugees were either Hoa Hao monks or country bumpkins. None of them could speak English or French, not even Chinese. So the American personnel had no idea who they were.

　Now we have a preliminary channel for communication, and then organize

　After a few votes, allowing the Vietnamese refugees to elect their own managers, they could initially achieve self-government - although there might be problems of deceiving superiors, deceiving subordinates, embezzlement and corruption, but it would be much better than complete disorganization and lack of discipline.

　Besides, there wasn't much cash to embezzle in the refugee camps. Were they going to embezzle a bunch of canned biscuits and bury them in the desert until the end of time?

　No matter what, this is the mainland of the United States after all. Even if the situation gets out of hand, it will be easy to suppress it.

　The next day, more than 200 Vietnamese refugees were transported to the refugee camp in the Sonoran Desert. However, unlike the previous batch of refugees who came from the countryside of Phu Quoc Island, this batch of refugees came from Nha Trang and Da Nang. About a quarter of them were Vietnamese Chinese living in towns and engaged in industry and commerce.

　Relying on these Chinese living in Vietnam to act as language intermediaries, the group of Chinese bosses in Los Angeles' Chinatown who dealt with Bai Siwen, under Fili's persuasion, tried to hire some Vietnamese from the refugee camps for the sake of face, to do some simple physical work that did not require much brainpower.

　Next, with the introduction of several enthusiastic college students, some Vietnamese were sent to nearby farms as laborers or to work with prisoners in prisons to develop their survival skills in the United States.

　In this way, the operation of the Sonoran Desert refugee camp finally got back on track.

　And the wedding date of Marilyn Monroe, the living Bodhisattva, has arrived.

　The author's words:

　It feels like it was built even faster than when the Red Army built the Berlin Wall!

　If this kind of swift and decisive speed were used to build a wall on the US-Mexico border, the Great Wall of the new era would have been completed long ago, right?

　Chapter 276: Red-haired Monroe's Wedding

　August 1, 1963, Los Angeles, Brentwood neighborhood, Marilyn Monroe's house

　The clear sky is as blue as a mirror, and the bright sun releases light and heat wantonly.

　Marilyn Monroe, who once came from a humble background and lived in an orphanage, but has now become an international superstar for many years and is about to officially announce her retirement, married for the sixth time in her life and had her fourth wedding on this day (two of them were secret marriages without a wedding ceremony).

　Marilyn Monroe, wearing a white satin wedding dress, looked at herself in the dressing mirror and couldn't help but think of that afternoon when she was 9 years old.

　That day, she had just been raped and was sitting on the church bench crying, wearing a faded, cheap blue dress.

　At the age of nine, red-haired Norma Jeane was raped by a boarding house tenant. Her cold adoptive parents had little affection for her and didn't want to offend a "gentleman" willing to pay the rent, so they ignored Norma Jeane's accusations.

　Norma Jean's sad confession while kneeling in front of the pastor was drowned out by the noisy confessions of the people and she did not receive any sincere care.

　No one loves her, no one cares about her, and the tenant who raped her turns the tables and accuses her of being a "little slut with an evil nature."

　Little Norma Jean, who had nothing, could only sit in the church with tears on her face, listening to the organ playing hymns, imagining herself standing naked before God, with all the people sitting in the pews below, looking up at her, gazing at her, and calling her name.

　She suddenly realized that she was so special. She really had nothing, but she had a beauty that could drive people crazy.

　If only her eyes were sexier, her waist more graceful, her voice more lazy, she would be loved by the whole world.

　So she began to dress herself up and try to make herself a sexy beauty, thinking that people would love her.

　Many years later, she abandoned her first marriage and the name Norma Jean, changed her name to Marilyn Monroe, and entered Hollywood, using her beautiful body as a tool to demand love, hoping to exchange it for the attention, care, warmth, respect and admiration she longed for.

　Eventually, she became the most adored sex object in the world, coveted by men, admired by women, and desired to be her.

　However, Monroe said disappointedly that people are willing to pay a lot of money for a kiss from me, but no one is willing to pay fifty cents to understand my soul.

　Over the years, she has seen through the decadence of Hollywood's fame and fortune, and the hypocrisy of politicians. Countless men have approached her because of her sexy body, but they only want to enjoy a fleeting pleasure with her, unwilling to give her the slightest bit of true love, let alone the long-term love she longs for.

　Among the men who were obsessed with her and approached her, legendary baseball player Joe DiMaggio may have been truly infatuated with her. However, was his feeling for Monroe truly love? Well, maybe it was?

　But his love was a kind of control and coercion, and he wanted Monroe to live her future life according to his ideas.

　He wanted Marilyn Monroe to turn back into Norma Jean, give up her career, stay away from Hollywood, return to her family, and be a good wife and mother.

　Of course, he would also fulfill his duties as a husband and provide well for her so that she wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of her life.

　From DiMaggio's perspective, he was protecting Monroe, and Monroe was almost moved by him at the beginning and was willing to take off her gorgeous clothes and make soup for him.

　However, nine years ago, Monroe could not resist fame and fortune.

　The temptation of the field, can't resist the pleasure of dancing on the edge of the wave.

　As a result, their last marriage lasted only nine months and ended in divorce...

　Just as the bride, Marilyn Monroe, was gazing thoughtfully at herself in the mirror, lost in distant memories, her bridesmaid, Marita Lorenz, ran over breathlessly and said to her, "Philip just called and said there's a massive traffic jam. The rental car might be delayed for half an hour. Please be patient and wait a little longer..."

　"Eh? Why haven't you dyed your hair yet? Oh my god, where are the hair dyeing tools? Is it too late to dye it now?"

　Marita was shocked to notice that Monroe's hair today was not her signature big blonde waves, but red hair.

　"Don't worry, Marita. I deliberately didn't dye my hair blonde today. I wanted to make some changes from the past."

　Marilyn Monroe, wearing a white wedding dress, said calmly, "The last time I married Joe DiMaggio, I was the blonde Marilyn Monroe. As a result, our first marriage only lasted nine months. This time, when I marry him, I want to return to being the red-haired Norma Jeane. In this way, our second marriage may last longer."

　And, look, now that we both have red hair, don’t we look more alike?”

　She raised her arms affectionately, put them around Marita's neck, and pushed Marita's head in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection together.

　Well, without dyeing their hair, Marita and Marilyn both had similar red hair... and at that moment, they were both wearing similar white silk dresses. Despite the fourteen-year age difference, at first glance, the two women did look a bit alike.

　"Yes, they do look alike, and Fili and I happen to be planning to get married this year..."

　Marita blinked, suddenly feeling a little happy. "If that's the case, aren't we more similar?"

　"Ah, they are indeed very similar, but living too much like me is not a good thing. I hope your marriage will be happier than mine." Monroe sighed and said to the red-haired girl who was fourteen years younger than her, "Especially since you already had a miserable childhood..."

　Well, one was molested by a tenant at the age of nine, one was raped by an American soldier at the age of six; one was raised in an American welfare home, one was sent to a Nazi concentration camp at the age of four; one went crazy at a young age and was thrown into a mental hospital, and one failed to become the First Lady and ended up in a dark prison as a bed slave...

　It is really hard to say which of these two red-haired beauties has a more unfortunate fate. We can only say that they are sisters with a different fate.

　"Yes, you are right, Miss Monroe, we all have a past that we cannot look back on, but it is all in the past, isn't it?"

　Marita sighed, her mood was depressed for a moment, but she soon cheered up again, "Your marriage will definitely be happy."

　"Maybe, if this marriage can last until my children can speak, I will be very satisfied," Monroe said.

　"Eh? You're too pessimistic! Mr. DiMaggio is clearly deeply in love with you!"

　Marita was a little surprised. "In the past, you often sacrificed your family for your career, which was unbearable for Mr. DiMaggio. But now that you're retired, you can return to your family and have children. How could you possibly have an irreconcilable conflict with Mr. DiMaggio again?"

　Marita had heard Monroe talk many times about her previous marriage to DiMaggio. It had lasted only nine months, ending in disarray because DiMaggio wanted Monroe to return to her family and be a devoted wife and mother, wanting her beauty, sensuality, and tenderness to blossom just for him. But Monroe, then on the rise, hesitated, but ultimately couldn't give up her Hollywood career.

　Helpless DiMaggio could only settle for the second best, hoping that Monroe would dress more conservatively on the screen and not be as sexy and revealing as in the past.

　——The past can be put aside, but as a conservative gentleman, it is difficult for him to accept that his wife continues to flirt with other men.

　However, can Monroe, without her flowing skirts and sexy blonde hair, still attract audiences to buy tickets and go to the cinema?

　— Marilyn Monroe, standing before the camera with her skirt billowing, conquering the world with her sex appeal, and DiMaggio, once king of the baseball field, were essentially no different. Both yearned for success and attention, and were stubbornly persistent in their pursuit, refusing to give up easily.

　So, when Monroe once again exposed herself on the set, her husband DiMaggio happened to see it clearly, and he immediately looked pale.

　That night, the two men lost control of their emotions and started fighting amidst roaring and crying.

　Monroe cried and said to DiMaggio, "If you can't accept my worst side, you don't deserve my best side."

　Two weeks later, Monroe handed DiMaggio a divorce agreement, ending this seemingly beautiful marriage between a perfect couple.

　But now, nine years have passed, and Monroe has reached the average age for Hollywood actresses to leave the film industry, and she has truly decided to retire from the film industry. The conflict between family and career in the past no longer exists, and Monroe is truly returning to her family.

　Marita was puzzled as to why Miss Monroe was still worried about the prospects of this marriage.

　"I don't know, Marita. DiMaggio does.

　He has always loved me, but I'm not sure if he loves the real me or a perfect girl he imagined. Moreover, he is very controlling and possessive.

　I can still accept his control now, but what will happen in a few years? I don’t know now! "

　Monroe curled her lips. "For example, I'm planning to open that nude spa in Malibu Beach after I retire. Although DiMaggio expressed his support, he only allows me to run it as a women's club and not accept male members. It seems that he doesn't want other men to see my body..."

　By the way, is Ferry very controlling of you? Does he want to control your every move?

　"Well, compared to Mr. DiMaggio, Ferry's control over me is probably even greater."

　Remembering the soul contract she was forced to sign, Marita sighed and answered vaguely.

　"Alas, every family has its own problems! Forget it, let's not spoil the fun today. Let's be happy and prepare for the wedding!"

　Author's Note: PS: Russian tanks have become like hermit crabs, carrying small, shabby houses on their backs. They're camouflaged with asbestos tiles, steel plates, and rags, so from the air they look like shacks from a slum. While they're said to be effective on the battlefield, it's still laughable.

　Chapter 277: Vice President Johnson's constant troubles

　"Bang-bang-bang-bang! Bang-bang-bang-bang! Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang-bang-bang! Bang-bang-bang-bang..."

　To the melody of "Wedding March", Marilyn Monroe, who deliberately did not dye her hair blonde today but appeared with her natural red hair, wore a pure white wedding dress decorated with lace. She stood under the cross of the church, looking at the pastor holding the Bible in his hand, and asked and answered questions with DiMaggio in a suit and tie.

　"You, Joe DiMaggio, take Marilyn Monroe to be your wife. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, you pledge to be with her forever, to be together and to remain together until death do you part. You pledge to love, to remember, and to be by her side, bound by the sacred bond of marriage. Do you do this?"

　DiMaggio took a deep breath and nodded without hesitation: "I do!"

　"Okay, then..."

　The pastor turned and looked at Monroe, his eyes deliberately lingering on her red hair for a moment, as if he was curious why Marilyn Monroe today is not blonde - thanks to her long-standing screen image, most Americans probably think that Marilyn Monroe is really a natural blonde!

　Little did people know that Monroe, who had flaming red lips and wavy blonde hair on the screen, was actually a red-haired girl.

　Anyway, after a moment of hesitation, the pastor continued, "You, Marilyn Monroe, do marry Joe DiMaggio. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, you vow to be with her forever, never to leave her, until death do you part. You pledge to love, to miss, and to stay by her side, under the sacred bond of marriage. Do you do this?"

　"Yes, I do." Marilyn Monroe smiled and answered in a rather cheerful voice.

　"Very well, the vows are established. I declare you officially husband and wife! Next, please have the bride and groom exchange rings..."

　The pastor closed the Bible and smiled kindly as he looked at the couple, who were already quite old but still looked radiant, and put wedding rings on each other's fingers. "Very good, now, Mr. DiMaggio, you may kiss your bride!"

　And then, in the next moment, accompanied by applause and whistles and the flashes of cameras, DiMaggio and Monroe, in front of everyone's fixed gaze, entwined their lips and tongues, just as they had in their last marriage nine and a half years before...

　Next, Monroe and DiMaggio held a brief press conference at the church entrance.

　When asked by entertainment reporters why she did not dye her hair blonde today but appeared with her natural red hair, Monroe smiled and replied: "The blonde Marilyn Monroe belongs to every audience in front of the screen, while the red-haired Norma Jeane belongs only to her husband."

　Well, showing affection in public really fed the fans a lot of dog food.

　DiMaggio, who was standing next to Monroe, was smiling brightly and looked very proud.

　At the same time, she also officially announced that she was about to retire from the entertainment industry, and that she was pregnant and ready to end her career and return to her family.

　——The dazzling blonde Monroe is about to leave the screen and turn back into the red-haired Norma Jeane.

　This news naturally made many fans lament. But they still silently sent their blessings to their idol...

　-

　Although Marilyn Monroe claimed she wanted a simple wedding, given her and DiMaggio's status and fame, no matter how much they cut the guest list, they still invited more than 600 people. After leaving the church, they went to Santa Monica Beach and held a grand open-air party.

　There were all kinds of gorgeous scene decorations and celebratory banners, dining tables covered with white linen tablecloths, chefs and waiters hired from luxury hotels to cook on the spot, entertainment reporters and paparazzi from various tabloids surrounding the outside, and even TV reporters reporting on the scene.

　All the citizens of Los Angeles could see the grand occasion of Monroe's wedding again from the news programs on TV.

　Despite Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio,

　I didn't want to make it so ostentatious - after all, it wasn't my first marriage.

　But as a top-notch goddess-level star and a legendary baseball player who can enter the Hall of Fame, their combination is bound to attract attention from the outside world.

　Not only did many Los Angeles celebrities come uninvited to Monroe to show their presence, but even tourists from all over Santa Monica Beach flocked to the wedding after hearing the news, making the wedding scene crowded and noisy like a busy city.

　Lieutenant Colonel Ferry King stood under a palm tree at the edge of the beach, holding a glass of sparkling wine on the rocks. He watched from afar as Monroe and DiMaggio were being "besieged" by the guests' repeated toasts. He hesitated for a moment whether to step forward to help, but ultimately gave up and simply hid away to enjoy the cool air.

　——The temperature in Los Angeles in August, the height of summer, was so terribly hot that he, wearing a black suit, was sweating profusely, his head felt a little dizzy, and he felt very uncomfortable. He could only hide in the shade of a tree and drink cold drinks in big gulps to catch his breath a little and avoid getting heatstroke and making a fool of himself.

　"Hey! Little brother, why are you hiding here? You are the best man today, how can you abandon the bride and groom?" Fieri's eldest brother, Congressman Bernard King, who had just rushed back from Washington to help his brother coordinate refugee camp affairs, also came over with a glass of wine and said with a smile.

　"Sorry, I'm almost dizzy from the heat. To avoid making a fool of myself, I'd better stay out of the camera. Alas, I seem to have underestimated today's temperature and overestimated my ability to withstand the heat. I shouldn't have dressed so thickly."

　Ferry loosened the collar of his suit and fanned himself inside. "Brother, don't drink too much today. We have to go on a business trip to Sacramento, the state capital, tomorrow morning! The refugee camp in the Sonoran Desert is almost full, but refugees are still being sent in boatloads.

　We need to find the governor as soon as possible to finalize a new refugee camp construction plan. Otherwise, ten refugees will have to squeeze into one tent!"

　"Don't worry, little brother. Even if you and I don't have enough face with the governor, it should be enough with Vice President Johnson, right?"

　Bernard replied nonchalantly, "He'll be coming to California tomorrow to help coordinate the resettlement of Vietnamese refugees..."

　"Vice President?!" Fili was shocked. "Does the Vice President need to intervene to resettle just a group of Vietnamese refugees?"

　Although the Vice President of the United States has never had much real power, a small matter like resettling refugees should not be something that the Vice President is qualified to take care of, right?

　"Vice President Johnson has been busy with all sorts of little things these past few years. Well, they were all specially arranged by President Kennedy..."

　He was able to accurately find the weaknesses of each congressman and give direct persuasion to his heart, sometimes pleading gently, sometimes sternly accusing, sometimes threatening and intimidating, and sometimes throwing out irresistible temptations - compared with those guys who talked big and gave lectures, Lyndon Johnson was an undoubted communication genius and master of interpersonal relationships!

　By the time of the 1960 election, Johnson had not only become a senator, but also served as the leader of the Democratic Senate for eight years!

　However, just when Johnson was full of confidence and ready to challenge the supreme throne of the White House with his profound qualifications and extensive network of contacts accumulated over the years, Kennedy, who suddenly appeared in the same year, interrupted his path to the White House and caused Johnson to suffer a crushing defeat in the party primary.

　Although Johnson had made careful arrangements and assembled a strong coalition for this election, Kennedy's personal charisma and strong ideals meant that all his political maneuvers and backstabbing could not shake his popularity among voters.

　Fortunately, in order to unite the opposition within the party, Kennedy gave Johnson a consolation prize and made him vice president, so at least he did not get nothing.