Chapter 314 Too Dirty

Friday, inside the ABC studio.

The female makeup artist was carefully arranging some blonde hair while quietly asking, "Mr. Donald, are you satisfied with this look?"

"Uh-huh," the real estate tycoon glanced at the mirror and casually replied.

After the makeup artist left, he closed his eyes and began recalling the speech he had prepared in his mind.

To be honest, Donald also knew that the role he was playing today would not be liked by most of the public.

He had decided to appear, partly because he truly craved Twitter, a platform where he could express his own views.

And the other reason was to curry favor with the extreme conservative political groups.

"I don't need to raise campaign funds; as long as I can be welcomed by the members of the Republican Party, that's good enough."

As someone not born into a political family and unwilling to climb the ladder of power step by step in the usual manner, he had no choice but to take an unconventional route to draw attention.