Chapter 29

Chapter 29 Making Tarrant Great Again

Abel's cell phone,

Except for a few good friends, only family members know the number.

The phone number he called was always his parents' bedroom phone number.

So the caller is Alexander or Emily.

"It's me, Alexander." Abel's father's voice rang out from the opposite side.

Abel held the phone in his right hand, raised his left hand to look at the time on the watch. At ten thirty at night.

"Good evening, father. Don't you rest at this time?" He said with a smile on his face.

Emily and Alexander always go to bed very early, usually around 10 p.m.

The couple has a habit of waking up early. In fact, most farmers in the US also go to bed very early, because many farmers still have to get up early to work.

Even Alexander and Emily didn't have to do most of the farming.

But you also have to get up early, because you have to get up early to watch these workers work.

Otherwise, a job can be done in an hour or two.

These workers may not be able to deal with this all morning. "It's almost time to rest. There's something I want to tell you. I originally planned to handle it myself."

"But Emily said you might have a good suggestion. So I called you."

"Open?" Abel wondered what advice his father needed from him.

The last time I returned home, it was after Abel and Alexander talked about their plans. Alexander expressed great doubts about the success of the plan.

But this father who loved his son was willing to try.

And the next day, Alexander, very active, launched his own action.

"That's right. Dewayne Dutan, do you remember him?"

"I remember. He seemed like a comrade when you served.

After you retire, will you open a gun store in Fort Worth?

He took me to his gun store to buy a gun. I remember that time you bought me a gun. This is the AK that would have participated in the Gulf War. "

On the phone, Alexandre still remembered the small things between father and son 4 or 5 years ago with his son.

Alexander was very happy in his heart, but his tone did not change.

"Yes. But I didn't tell you, DeWine ran for Fort Worth City Council two years ago and lost."

"Wow, you really didn't tell me about that."

Gun store owners can also participate in city council elections. Well, Dwayne's gun shop is so big that it's almost the size of a supermarket. "Isn't that what I'm telling you now? Dwayne was unable to return.

But he lacks money and voters to support him.

He's not a Texan, he doesn't have roots in Fort Worth or Tarrant. He will not succeed. "

"I went to him and convinced him and convinced him to help me," Alexander said.

I finally convinced this guy.

Now he is willing to be my deputy, on the condition that it doesn't matter if I succeed or not. Two years later, they helped him campaign. "

Hearing this, Abel was a bit surprised. He didn't expect it would only be a few days.

It's been less than a week since I returned home.

My father listened to his plan and took action.

Combined, the time is only five or six days.

But now there seems to be some clues. "What do you mean" Abel said uncertainly.

"I took Dwayne's whole team. Everything is local and they are more willing to trust me. Because I'm richer and have more support.

Alexander's firm voice rang out: "My team is now formed. I am registered to participate in this year's Tarrant County election. But currently, my group still doesn't have a clear goal or slogan. »

"You must understand. My son, one slogan, one common goal. In our country, when we carry out activities like this."

"Very important."

"I talked about this with your mother before."

"Emily thought you might have some useful advice."

"So now you understand what I mean?"

I understand, but I still don't understand.

After understanding, Abel was even a little excited now.

Delighted by his father's actions and leadership. He did not expect that Alexander could form a team in such a short time.

One team ran to Tarrant County or Fort Worth.

It's only been a few days.

This move is so fast, I don't know if it's trustworthy or not.

Now he's a little worried that Dwyane's team isn't trustworthy. But it's okay to be unreliable. Even if you fail this time, you can still consider it as gaining experience.

Hastily, after hearing my prayers.

Alexander can get out of this situation quickly.

It's very difficult.

"Slogan?"

"Let me wonder about it."

Abel said. In the United States, this type of activity is carried out from the commander in chief to the councilors of a city.

Each candidate will have a slogan.

Just like the famous MAGA!

That said, it's like a rebirth.

When thinking of a slogan about this issue, the first thing Abel thinks of is MAGA.

This gave him an idea and he timidly said to Alexandre:

"Dad, maybe you can come up with this slogan."

"What slogan?"

"[Make Tarrant County Great Again]"

Alexander, after listening to his son, carefully read the English sentence: "Make Tarrant Great Again?"

"It looks pretty good. But why reuse? Couldn't it "make Tarrant County bigger"? »

Alexander said.

"What you say seems to make sense." Abel hesitated.

After Ah, I see, why use "again".

Indeed, more than ten years later, the planetary lord has shown signs of decline and is no longer in scale. There are also strong opponents, Ah Chou really needs to become stronger.

So it is very suitable for reuse.

But now it's the year 2000, and while eating A Chau's body, he is at an invincible moment.

At that time, I was lost as I pulled out my sword and looked around.

There is no need to say "not yet". "So directly use [Make Tarrant even bigger.]?" Abel said.

"[Making Tarrant County great] Well, that seems okay. Can be directly abbreviated as "MTEG"! »

"I really like it. Emily is right, talking with you is not a bad choice."

Alexander on the other side said with satisfaction, and seemed to like this slogan very much.

Abel looked up where the space above his head did not exist. It seemed like he just saw the pliers.

Invisible and without substance, but capable of destroying any pliers.

"MTEG",

Luckily, it's not MAGA,

or MTAG,

Abel wiped away a drop of cold sweat that did not exist.

"Yes, that's it. I'll talk to Dwyane and the others. Personally, I like it, but at the end of the day, they are experts in the field. Even if they are bad experts, they are still better than me. »

"I have to consult with them." Alexander said.

"Should be."

"Okay. Then goodbye son."

"Bye dad."

(end of this chapter)