Chapter 97

Second, or looting!!! All consciously, ha ha, bow.

Austin and Li Wanqing look at each other, but they have heard this sentence. After all, Grandpa Andy often said it.

In fact, Andy is very clear about the exclusiveness of the Great China. Throughout the history, many different races were finally assimilated by the Great China, and the genes of the yellow people were completely inherited, without a large history of mixed race.

Looking at a Sanmen, he also created a Brahmin. The whiter the skin, the higher the family name. In the future, with the economic development of the Chinese people, the discrimination against foreigners is also increasing. He will not be curious about seeing a foreigner as before.

It's a common thing for some guys to be called niggers in China. If they were in the United States, they would have been accused of racial discrimination and called a parade.

In the past, he was very proud of being a Chinese. The speed of the country's economic development almost made foreigners envious to death. Some people were hostile to the country and advocated threats. In fact, they were afraid.

They are afraid of the rise of China, especially those countries that bullied China after the Opium War. They are even more afraid of all kinds of obstacles. They are afraid that they will be found.

Andy didn't like Britain in his past life or this life. He didn't understand that a country that started from colonization never apologized for its crimes. Instead, he took the so-called spoils as his own inside information. A country that never considered returning them even called itself a gentleman's country. It's so shameless to get home.

Well, it's a bit far away. Otton thought about it with a glass in his hand. His eyes brightened and he smiled at his son and said, "Andy, your Chinese is better than your mother's, or you can join my campaign."

"Poof..."

Andy almost spewed out the red wine in his mouth, looked at the smiling parents and said with a wry smile, "can I refuse?"

"Of course not." "The next two months will be a critical time for your father. This will be the top priority of our family. As a member of our family, we must obey orders and listen to commands."

Andy felt his chin and said, "OK. So Dad, what's your campaign theme? "

Otton admired Li Wanqing and gave him a thumbs up, which was still his wife's strength. If he asked for it, he could achieve it eventually, but it would cost a lot.

"Our theme is to improve the living environment of the community, increase employment opportunities, and give advice to the municipal government on health care and education, so that the government can invest more money to improve it."

Andy nodded. In fact, the theme of the campaign is not much different, but the focus is different. After thinking about it, he looked up and said seriously, "since the three candidates are not Chinese, we have a great advantage here. The campaign theme should focus on community security, education and medical care, and finally women's and children's rights and interests. Chinese Americans are not very interested in urban construction. They don't like the turbulent living environment, and they can accept the road construction. They will not agree to large-scale demolition and reconstruction. They will add new construction projects in Chinese communities that are not closely related to their daily life. "

Oston listened to his son's analysis carefully and nodded his head with approval. These are all based on investigation data, and are not surprising suggestions. In fact, to go to the community to vote is to see who is more friendly and whose campaign slogan is more attentive.

Of course, congressmen can't just shout slogans. After all, they elect once every two years. They don't fulfill their promises. After two years, voters will show you the color of what they have to do. Although not all of them can be done, they must do it so that voters can see that they have been standing with them all the time. It's because their power is not enough, not their ability or not It's easy to get re-election by heart.

There are a lot of congressmen in Mattel who can be reelected for 7 or 8 consecutive terms. The show must be done. How to do it is knowledge. Andy doesn't understand it, but the people of the Austin team understand it. These are not the things Andy should worry about.

"By the way, how about today's interview? Andrew didn't trouble you, did he Otton asked casually, with a happy smile on his face.

"No, as for the interview, I think it's OK. Andrew is not satisfied. I don't know. But he smoked a Havana cigar in my place. When I left, I gave him another. I think it would be very happy to come." Andy said triumphantly.

"Cough... Where did you get your cigar? " The light in oston's eyes startled Andy.

"Arthur Carter gave it to me when he moved away, saying what kind of collection version it was, just seven. In the afternoon, Andrew and I drew one for him alone, gave him one and four. I have something to do to go back to Los Angeles and get one for fat Carl." Andy began to reckon as if nothing had happened. He didn't see Otton's face getting darker.

"Wife, you should take care of Andy's smoking. It's not a good thing to learn to smoke at this age!" Otton had an impulse to strangle Andy. Why did he even have to kill fat man? His father didn't have it. His eyes flashed sharp. He turned to give Andy eyedrops.

"Yes, Andy, you're not allowed to smoke in the future. It's not good for your health. It's not easy for you to be alone in Los Angeles..."Andy looks up and stares at Osten across the street. His mother's incessant chatter rings in his ear. Well, he has been talking since he was 5 years old. He steals two fingers at Osten without any words.

Oston curled his mouth and put a piece of beef into his mouth with a fork. He had a smirk on his face, which was consistent with Li Wanqing's chanting from time to time. What: Yes. Yes, absolutely not... wait.

Andy's brow is blue and sinewy. He rolls his white eyes and reaches out four fingers. Otton snorted smugly, and at once, with a smile on his face, advised Li Wanqing: "well, honey, the children are so old, some things he can make up his own mind, smoking things I think he knows wrong, right, Andy?"

"Yes, yes, Ma, I will never smoke again. Don't worry!" Andy did not have a good look at Austin, Li Wanqing said with a smile.

Li Wanqing's mouth is slightly open. It seems that she was interrupted. She forgot what she was going to say. Xiumei is slightly wrinkled. She feels a little thirsty. She takes a sip of red wine and just wants to continue talking, she listens to her husband and asks her son, "what's up with you going back to Los Angeles?"

"Yeah, son, what are you doing back in Los Angeles after you only came back two days? Has the newspaper dealt with everything? " Li Wanqing was successfully diverted from the topic.

Otton and Andy are relieved. It's a painful thing to have a wife and mother who are fond of turning over old accounts.

"Cough... It's not that my single EP is about to go on sale. Universal Music wants me to go back and do some publicity. Basically, there's nothing to deal with right away. I'll be back in a few days. After all, Dad's campaign needs to be prepared early. " Andy explained with a light cough.

"Ha, congratulations to your son. I hope your single sold well. It's better to air drop the bulletin board! All the little girls in our company like your songs very much. They asked me to sign for them. I didn't finish the task. Now, let them buy CDs at that time, and then I'll bring them back and ask you to sign for them. "

Andy looks at Li Wanqing's happy smile and doesn't interrupt her chatter. Andy knows that Li Wanqing is really happy for her son, but also very proud and in a very good mood.

"Congratulations, Andy. I don't have to worry about your mother and me at last. Come on, let's drink to my campaign success and to Andy's career! " Oston held up his glass and said happily that his political road had started smoothly. His son's achievements in all aspects were extremely gratifying for him as a father. At this moment, he felt that his life was so perfect.

Thank God!