Chapter 10: Throwing excrement

'Alan, you go with Huang Yi to register to run for office first, ** and I will go over there for a bit. You must remember no matter how Bertram abuses you, you must try to remain restrained. You can complain to the campaign committee, but don't get physical and do anything extreme, understand?'

Zhou Ming left with ** after giving Alan and Huang Yi his instructions. Even though Boateb was still provoking them, Zhou Ming believed that they would be able to restrain themselves.

Huang Yi, as the president of the Chinese Students' Mutual Aid Association, had witnessed countless instances of discrimination by Americans. Now, with Zhou Ming's instructions, he was able to restrain himself even if he was a passionate young man. However, there was also Alan, the shrewd lawyer, who had seen countless provocations in and out of court and would definitely be able to hold the line.

Zhou Ming and ** came to the main entrance hall, where several white people were chatting. One of them happened to be someone Zhou Ming knew. Zhou Ming came over and said, 'Hi Mr Rogers, how are you? I'm very happy to see you here.'

Zhou Ming's acquaintance was Rogers, the key account manager at Brighton Bank Securities, who Zhou Ming had worked with on the project for Deep Blue Airlines.

Rogers was also surprised to see Ming: 'Mr. Ming, what a coincidence that we should meet here. I know today is the first day for registering to run for the representative of Fenway District. Are you running for the representative? If so, this would be the biggest thing for our Fenway District. Then I must vote for you if I can.'

Ming waved his hand and said, 'Mr. Rogers is joking. I am not qualified to run for the representative. I have only been in the United States for a few months.'

'Really? That's a pity,' Rogers said with regret.

Zhou Ming glanced at the person next to Rogers, and Rogers then knowingly introduced the two of them: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, this is Mr. Garnett, he is running for election; Mr. Garnett, this is Mr. Zhou Ming. Don't let his young appearance fool you, he is a super business tycoon who created 100 million in assets in one month. I have to admit that I am impressed by his methods of making money.'

Garrett is a bald black man. After hearing Rogers' introduction, he shook hands with Zhou Ming enthusiastically and exchanged pleasantries. Zhou Ming also said a few polite words, and then said, "Manager Rogers, actually, I won't hide from you, the reason I came to the parliament building today is to support my candidate.'

Zhou Ming then shifted his gaze to Garrett and asked, "So please forgive me for being presumptuous, but I seem to have heard you talking about campaign funding earlier, right? I was wondering if there is anything I can help with?'

This made Garnett's eyes light up: 'Is this for real? Mr. Zhou Ming, this is great, I just lack some campaign funds, if you can help me solve that, that would be great.'

Rogers, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow. He glanced at Zhou Ming first, then said to Garnett, 'This is really a good thing, but Mr. Garnett, although Mr. Zhou Ming is very good at making money, I don't think you can let him help you for free, can you?'

Garrett nodded, saying, 'That's right. If Mr. Zhou Ming needs any help, I will definitely help after I am elected as a member of parliament!'

Zhou Ming smiled embarrassedly, saying, 'You really got me there, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Garrett. I do have something that I need help with right now, something very important!'

Faced with Zhou Ming's words, Garnett was stunned for a moment, because his original offer of help was just a polite remark, but he never expected Zhou Ming to actually take it so literally. However, since he had already said it, he couldn't take it back. But if it was really an excessive request, he didn't feel comfortable refusing it either. Garnett was thus torn between two conflicting emotions.

However, Zhou Ming did not let Garnett's dilemma last long, because he then took out a checkbook and wrote a check casually, saying, 'Mr. Garnett, here is a check for $100,000. If Mr. Garnett is willing to help, then this check is yours.'

Garnett took a cold breath, he didn't expect Zhou Ming to just say $100,000.

However, after much hesitation, he said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I can understand the feelings of an investor, but running for congress is not like doing business. All actions must be within the framework of the law and cannot be done arbitrarily. Therefore, you must tell me first before I can consider whether to agree or not.'

Zhou Ming did not explain much, but wrote another check and said, 'Then add another $200,000. As long as Mr. Garnett agrees, I will give you both this one and the previous one for $100,000.'

Garrett was so surprised that he almost jumped up. What? He just added another $200,000. Is this money not money? This is enough to cover the expenses of an ordinary family for several years! He just threw it away so casually. This is incredible. Is he running a bank or a printing press?

Rogers saw Garnett's surprise and explained to him, 'Mr. Zhou Ming is in the insurance investment business.'

Garnett finally understood and said with a firm bite, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, this is not about the amount of money. As I said, this is a very serious legal and moral issue. I hope to go through the House of Representatives and enter the Senate. I don't want to leave any stains on myself...'

Before Garnett could finish his sentence, Zhou Ming wrote another cheque and said, 'Half a million dollars. If Mr Garnett agrees, then this half a million, together with the previous 300,000, will all be yours.'

Garnett really didn't know what to say now. He could only stare at Zhou Ming in disbelief, thinking that Zhou Ming was definitely crazy.

'But Mr Zhou...'

Garrett wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Zhou Ming, who said to him, 'Mr. Garrett, I hope you won't hesitate. There is only one chance. My money did not fall from the sky. If you do not agree, then forget it. I will not force you. As a sign of respect for Mr. Garrett's character, I will tear up these checks right now.'

Zhou Ming said and raised the three cheques high in the air, making as if he were going to tear them up. Garnett immediately anxiously stopped Zhou Ming: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, please wait a moment. It's a pity to tear up the cheques like this. Although I don't know what Mr. Zhou Ming wants, I think I can promise it.'

'Not only can you promise it, but my business is also of great benefit to you,'

Zhou Ming took up the thread of Garnett's words, but in Rogers' eyes, Zhou Ming's bright smile made him shudder, reminding him of the time he made him feel on edge at the previous Deep Blue Airlines.

...

When Zhou Ming returned to the registration office to meet with Huang Yi and Allen, it was half an hour later. Zhou Ming saw them and asked how the registration was going.

Huang Yi replied, 'The process was very simple. I just handed in the registration form I had filled out and answered a few questions from the committee about the campaign.'

Alan also said, 'Today was just for registration, so the process was of course very simple. It's just that the committee didn't remind us to submit the voter signatures, which we need to do ourselves. He didn't say it, but we definitely need to do it.'

Zhou Ming nodded and said, 'That's fine. After registering today, Huang Yi, I and the students in the finance class will go to the community to find voter signatures. Lawyer Alan, you'd better follow along, because we still need to consult you on which voters meet the requirements.'

Alan nodded and said that was fine. Huang Yi asked again, 'Teacher, what about that guy, Bertolt? I'm sure you've already got him covered, right?'

Zhou Ming patted Huang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, he'll get an education.'

As the saying goes, "Speak of the devil and he doth appear.' As soon as Zhou Ming and Huang Yi mentioned him, his voice came over immediately.

'Hey, yellow-skinned monkeys, you haven't left yet? What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for someone to feed you bananas?'

Bauty said, then let out a sigh, 'I really don't know how you monkeys came to be born on this piece of land in East Asia. I heard that half a century ago, someone raped all your women, so you should all be bastards. Why would bastards like you want to run in our election? Isn't that an insult to the election itself?'

Both ** and Huang Yi suddenly clenched their fists. ** in particular revealed a murderous aura. As a Chinese soldier, how could he allow someone to insult his compatriots like this? At the order of Zhou Ming, he could kill him immediately, or make his life a living hell.

However, in the end, Zhou Ming restrained the anger in his heart. In fact, he was not much less than ** He Huangyi.

Zhou Ming shook his teeth and said to Boteb: 'Mr. Boteb, I think this sentence bastard is the most appropriate to describe yourself, because in you, I have clearly seen the pig's genes, and I am also very curious. Did you come out with shit today? Why can I smell a disgusting stench from your mouth?'

Bautbo immediately shouted back, 'You yellow-skinned monkey, how dare you say that? I'll tell you what, I'm American, and if you dare say that to me, I'll throw you into the gutter!'

This time, Zhou Ming did not reply, not because he was scared, but because he saw the gesture that Garnett had given him.

Seeing that there was no movement from Zhou Ming's side, Boateng strutted out of the parliament building with his head held high. He felt like a triumphant lion. He looked at the countless supporters of various factions gathered at the door and announced loudly, 'All yellow-skinned people are trash. We must fight them for our own interests! We must uphold the past Chinese Exclusion Act, because only in this way can our country develop better and we can have higher incomes!'

Everyone looked at Bertel, who was standing on the steps of the Capitol Building, in amazement. Although they had yelled abuse at Zhou Ming and the others with Bertel half an hour ago, they had done so more to support their own candidate. Who knew what Bertel was?

But Bertolt himself felt very good. He looked down at the silent crowd below and thought that his speech had impressed them.

At that moment, a black man carrying a bucket walked up the steps and came to Bertolt. Bertolt immediately covered his nose and asked the black man, 'You damned nigger, did you eat shit today? Why does it stink so much?'

In response to Bertolt's question, the black man just laughed and said, 'Congratulations, Mr Bertolt, you guessed it right, but it's not me who ate the shit, it's you who's about to get showered with it.'

Then the black man quickly opened the lid of the bucket and poured it hard over Bertolt's head.