Chapter 245 Brilliant Acting Skills
Martin walked out of the police station with a self-deprecating and fearless expression according to the script that Page had given him before, and then he saw a dozen men and women who looked like reporters immediately surrounded him, showing a look of astonishment. Expression: "What's the matter, everyone?"
"Martin, Mr. Martin Hart?" A reporter raised a microphone and asked Martin loudly, "May I ask what you think of Mr. Jeff Lavin, one of the candidates, on the second day of the special election in this district? What is your opinion on the incident of defamation?"
Martin walked forward with these people who surrounded him, and at the same time said indifferently: "It's none of my business, everyone, if I slander, the police won't let me out, OK? This means that Jeff...I mean Possibly, maybe not that he was vilified, but the truth?"
"Then what do you think of him running for you, making up for the loss of Costco supermarket for you, asking the other party to issue a letter of understanding for you, and submitting it in person at the police station in exchange for you to get out?" Martin saw Nick, the film crew leader, pretended to be a reporter, leaned beside him and said loudly.
Is this **** worrying that other reporters won't ask this question, so you have to arrange reliable people to go into battle? Martin thought unhappily when he saw that the other party almost sprayed his saliva on his face because he was too close.
But although he was upset, Martin's performance was very real. When he heard this sentence, he froze in place and stared at Nick in disbelief: "What did you just say?"
"I said, it was Jeff... We all saw that Jeff went to Costco to help you compensate for the loss, and then asked the manager to issue a letter of understanding for you not to pursue this small theft. Finally, he came again Come here, and formally submit his own letter of understanding about your defamation of him and the supermarket's letter of understanding about your theft to the police station, this is the reason why you were released from the police station." Nick held up the microphone and said to Martin Said.
Martin slowly turned around and looked at the reporters beside him in a daze: "It's impossible, he shouldn't be here...I mean, he shouldn't be here."
This turning action allowed the surrounding cameras to capture Martin's momentary expression change from shock to bewilderment.
"Sir, he shouldn't be here, who should be here? Who do you want to come..." Another reporter keenly caught Martin's gaffe and the gap between words, and asked loudly.
"I just said, I didn't expect him to come." Martin recovered from the shock, and immediately corrected his grammatical errors in the state of absence just now, and then asked: "If Jeff LaVine brought me Come out, he... where is he now?"
In a burger fast food restaurant not far away, Jeff, who was still in the gray-blue overalls, came out with a large takeaway paper bag, and raised the paper bag with two burgers in his hand towards Martin with a simple and honest smile: " Martin, I got the tastiest hamburger in town, the Beaver Butt Big Cotton Candy Sauce Driver's Burger! Hungry?"
Martin lowered his head in the crowd and closed his eyes in silence for two seconds, then raised his head and looked at Jeff who was walking: "They said, it was you...you brought me out of the police station and issued a letter of understanding. "
Jeff walked up to Martin, took out a hamburger from the paper bag and handed it to Martin, and said expectantly, "Try it, I haven't gotten tired of eating it for twenty years."
Martin took the large cardboard box containing the hamburger, and he could feel the warmth of the food through the cardboard box. He looked at Jeff: "I... thank you, Jeff LaVine."
"Try it, you won't be able to enjoy the freshly fried **** **** in your mouth when it's cold..." Jeff also took out a hamburger himself, and while unpacking it, he urged Martin, who interrupted him with a absent-minded smile Laughing: "Thank you for the description, let me know that Miami's Upper East Side eats fried **** butts...WTF...what is this?"
Martin opened the hamburger box and asked about the sticky yellow and white lump on it.
While talking, Jeff walked towards the road while eating the burger. Martin stood there, looked at the hamburger that looked like a poop, then looked at Jeff, and asked loudly: "Hey!"
"What?" Jeff turned around with a blank expression, and looked at Martin who was standing still in puzzlement:
"Let's go together? Jessica has already told me that she is going to cook Chinese food tonight. Let me take you back to taste her cooking skills. Believe me, it will definitely be the most delicious Chinese food you can eat in your life. Delicacy that you can’t even find in China, there will be chop suey sandwiches, marinated pig offal buns, clam and chicken dumpling soup.”
Martin looked around in disbelief, and finally opened his arms to Jeff: "Do you really know what happened today? I still have something to do, I mean, I'm sorry, I thank you, and... thank you Jessica for me , I can no longer taste her cooking with you, I still have a job, Jeff."
"Yes, of course you have a job. You are my campaign manager, but...I mean, this job doesn't affect dinner? Do you need to work overtime?" Jeff looked at Martin with a strange expression: "Go to dinner first, there is It takes strength to work better."
Martin froze in place, looking at Jeff: "What did you say?"
"I asked if you need to work overtime?" Jeff scratched his head in doubt and said to Martin.
Martin asked: "The previous sentence."
"You are my campaign manager, aren't you? Didn't we agree to go to Washington to show the solid wood ball and the solid wood board together to reveal the truth?" Jeff said with a hearty and honest smile and a serious tone.
Martin was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth continuously, but didn't make any sound. He just stood there holding the hamburger in his hand and struggled. Finally, under the eyes of the reporter and the camera, he turned his head and looked deeply towards the west. Then he turned to Jeff with a big smile and white teeth:
"You don't blame me for slandering you? Are you going to continue to let me be your campaign manager?"
"It's a little strange, so you have to remember to pay me fourteen dollars." Jeff thought for a while, and smiled at Martin: "Not only did I pay Costco seven dollars, I also bought a hundred large TTs, and sent to the neighbors."
Under the sun, Martin quickly caught up and walked forward side by side with Jeff.
Tommy sat in the co-pilot of a car by the side of the road, watched Jeff and Martin walk away, and asked Page in the driver's seat: "Jeff's acting skills are a bit poor. I scolded him for a long time before I could barely get it. Come on, look, Martin's acting skills are good, so natural, a black image who values love and righteousness and insists on himself, the emotional changes are so smooth."
"Yeah, before the emancipation of black slaves, blacks were not only good at acting, they were impeccable. Freedom ruined blacks." Page held the steering wheel with both hands in the driver's seat, and responded with a calm smile, but soon he Just hold back a smile:
"Miss Sophia O'Connor called and said that there were two actresses in Susan's agency, and she had obtained more intuitive evidence that she could trouble Fox at any time, and then Wolfe Tucker also called, and he arranged The investigative reporter also obtained some information about KeyBank. According to the words described by Mr. Jim Manz, it is as black as the underside of the **** woman. Finally, Mr. Stephen Bean, he said, if you do not get along with He calls and he comes to Miami and kills you himself."
"Remember to ask Jim to trouble those investigative reporters. How can such black material be obtained so easily? Don't believe Jim's nonsense. Those words are obviously mocking the reporter arranged by Wolff as a rookie." Tommy picked up the car. Spread out a newspaper on the Internet, and then signaled Page to drive: "And it's still early, wait for me to play games and change my mood, I didn't expect to come to Miami for vacation, and I can also play political games, take me to Miami Veterans Go around the office management center and see how you can get Jeff in touch with those old guys."
(end of this chapter)