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 saw more than a dozen men and women who looked like reporters immediately surrounding him, and he showed a stunned expression: "What's the matter, everyone?"

"Mr. Martin, Mr. Martin-Hart?" A reporter held up a microphone and asked Martin loudly, "What do you think about the defamation of Mr. Jeff Lavin, one of the candidates, on the second day of this special election in our district?"

Martin walked forward with the people surrounding 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 illustrates Jeff······ I mean, maybe, maybe it's not that he's being slandered, but the truth?"

"Then what do you think of him running for you, making up for the loss of Costco for you, asking the other party to issue a letter of understanding for you, and personally coming to the police station to submit it in exchange for you to come out?" Martin saw Nick, the head of the film crew, disguised as a reporter, and at this time leaned next to him, and said loudly.

Is it a fear that other journalists won't ask this question, so it has to be staffed with reliable people? Martin thought unpleasantly when he saw that the other party was so close to him that his saliva almost sprayed on his face.

However, although he was unhappy, Martin's performance was very real, and he immediately froze in place when he heard this, staring at Nick incredulously: "What did you just say?"

"I said, it's Jeff······ We all saw that Jeff went to Costco to help you compensate for the loss, and asked the manager to issue you a letter of understanding that you would not pursue this small theft, and finally, he came here again and officially submitted his own letter of understanding about you slandering him and the supermarket's letter of understanding about your theft to the police station, which is why you were released by the police department." Nick held up the microphone and said to Martin.

Martin slowly turned to look at the reporters around him in a daze: "This can't be, it shouldn't be him······ I mean, he shouldn't have come.

This action of turning around made the cameras around him well capture Martin's expression from shock to dazed at this moment.

"Sir, it shouldn't be him, who should come? Who do you want to ······?" Another reporter keenly caught Martin's gaffe and the mistakes between his words, and asked loudly.

"I just said, I didn't expect him to come." Martin recovered from the shock and immediately corrected his speech in a state of distraction, and then asked, "If Jeff LaVine had brought me out, would he have ······ Where is he now?"

At a hamburger fast-food restaurant not far away, Jeff, who was still wearing gray-blue overalls, walked out with a large takeaway paper bag, and raised the paper bag containing two hamburgers in his hand towards Martin with a simple smile: "Martin, I bought the most delicious burger in the area, the fried beaver butt large marshmallow sauce coachman burger!" Are you hungry?"

Martin lowered his head in the crowd and closed his eyes for two seconds before looking up at Jeff as he walked by, "They said, it's you······ You were the one who brought me out of the police station and issued a letter of understanding."

Jeff walked up to Martin, took out a burger from the paper bag and handed it to Martin, and said with an expectant look on his face, "Try it, I haven't gotten tired of eating it for 20 years.

Martin took the large carton containing the burgers, through which he could still feel the warmth of the food, and he looked at Jeff, "I ······ Thank you, Jeff LaVine.

"Taste it, if it's cold, you won't be able to enjoy the freshly fried beaver butt in your mouth······ Jeff took out a burger himself, unpacking it and urging Martin, who interrupted him and smiled absent-mindedly, "Thank you for the description and let me know that Miami's Upper East Side actually eats fried beaver butts······ TF······ What is this?"

Martin opened the burger box and asked about the large yellow and white slimy lump on it.

"Large marshmallow sauce, this shop is made of marshmallow sauce like a large size, so this signature burger is called the fried beaver butt large marshmallow sauce coachman burger." Jeff took a hard bite, his face full of satisfaction, and said in a muffled voice, "I won't eat this thing for another twenty years."

Let's go, come home with me."

As he spoke, Jeff ate the burger and walked towards the road, Martin stood still, looking at the poop-shaped burger, then at Jeff, and asked loudly, "Hey!"

「hat？」 Jeff turned around with a blank look on his face and looked at Martin who was standing still in confusion:

"Let's go? Jessica has told me that she is going to cook Chinese food tonight, let me take you back to try her cooking, believe me, it is definitely the most delicious Chinese food you can eat in your life, you will never eat in China, there will be fried chop sandwiches, and pickled pork offal buns, clam 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, I mean, I'm sorry, I thank you, and ······ Thank you Jessica for me, I can't taste her cooking with you anymore, I still have a job, Jeff.

"Yes, of course you have a job, you're my campaign manager, but······ I mean, it doesn't interfere with dinner, right? Do I need to work overtime?" Jeff looked at Martin with a strange face, "Go eat first, and if you have the strength, you can work better."

Martin froze and looked at Jeff, "What did you say?"

"Do you need to work overtime, I asked?" Jeff scratched his head in confusion and said to Martin.

Martin asked, "The previous sentence."

"You're my campaign manager, aren't you? Didn't we say okay, let's go to Washington together, and show the solid wood balls and solid wood boards together to reveal the truth?" Jeff smiled heartily and said in a serious tone.

Martin was speechless for a moment, he opened his mouth continuously, but did not make any sound, just stood in place with the hamburger in his hand and struggled, finally, under the gaze of reporters and cameras, he turned his head and looked deeply to the west, and then turned to Jeff with a bright smile and a mouth full of white teeth:

"You don't blame me for slandering you? Are you going to keep me as your campaign manager?"

"It's weird, so you have to remember to pay me fourteen." Jeff thought for a moment and smiled at Martin, "Not only did I pay Costco seven dollars, I also bought 100 large TTs and gave them to the neighbors.

In the sun, Martin hurried to catch up and walked side by side with Jeff towards the front.

Tommy sat in the passenger seat of a sedan on the side of the road, watched Jeff and Martin walk away, and asked Paige in the driver's seat: "Jeff's acting skills are a little poor, I scolded him for a long time before I can barely get it, look, Martin's acting skills are good, how natural, a black image who values love and righteousness and self-perseverance, and the change of mood is simply smooth."

"yes, before the emancipation of black slaves, black people were not only good at acting, they were simply impeccable, and freedom ruined black people." Paige held the steering wheel with both hands in the driver's seat, and responded with a smile in a nonchalant tone, but soon he smiled:

"Miss Sophia O'Connor called, saying that Susan's agency had two actresses, and that they had more direct evidence, and that they could trouble Fox at any time, and then Wolf Tucker also called, and the investigative reporter he arranged for got some information about KeyBank, in the words described by Mr. Jim Manz, as black material as the woman, and finally Mr. Stephen Ben, who said, if you don't talk to him on the phone again, he's going to come to Miami and kill 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, that is obviously a mockery of the reporter arranged by Wolf is a rookie." Tommy picked up a newspaper in the car and spread it out, then motioned for Page to drive: "And it's still early, when I play games and change my mood, I didn't expect to come to Miami for a vacation, and I can also play political games, take me to the Miami Department of Veterans Affairs Administration Center to see how I can get Jeff in touch with those old guys."