Chapter 11: Afraid of him?

Although people often say that they want to put shit on someone's head, if someone really poured a bucket of shit on someone's head one day, it would definitely be very shocking.

The expression 'put shit on someone's head' may not be used in the United States, but everyone was shocked when Bert Bob was splashed with a bucket of shit in front of the Fenway District Council building.

'Look, someone's been covered in shit over there, it looks like one of the candidates!'

'I know that guy, his name's Butt-bert, he's a candidate who can't keep his mouth shut. He's got a lot of contacts in the media, so he's always insulting people, and he even went so far as to publicly accuse the mayor and the council president in the media. He's so arrogant, now he's finally reaping what he's sown. It must be someone who's angry with him who's doing this on purpose! The idea of throwing faeces at him was really brilliant!

'What's the point of running for councillor when you stink to high heaven? You'd be better suited for sewer worker!'

'I don't agree with you. After all, the sewers in Brighton are still very clean. He'll just pollute our sewers if he goes in there like this!'

...

The crowd laughed and chatted, and Botterbom undoubtedly became the focus of attention in front of the council building. Botterbom himself, however, stood there, dumbfounded, looking on without reacting. His mind was a blank, for he had never imagined that he would be splashed with faeces, and on this very day.

Wasn't I standing for election today? This should be the beginning of my political career. In the future, I can move up to the Senate, from the district to the state, and eventually become a member of Congress. What a glorious life this will be!

Bautbo thought to himself, and even had a dinner with a senior state senator a few days ago. At that dinner, the senior senator praised him highly and said he would help him in the campaign, giving him a good chance of being elected. He just needed to help him target a Chinese person running for office today.

Bautbo didn't know why he said that, but it was no big deal for him. Besides, he himself hated the Chinese, and mocking them was something he did every day, so it was even easier.

He thought it would be an easy task, but why was it like this now? He was covered in filth.

Bautbo felt like he was in a dream that he didn't want to remember, but when the spring breeze blew and made him shiver uncontrollably, he realised that he had really been splashed with shit.

'Why? Why did you do that?' Bertolt looked up and shouted at the black man in front of him.

The black man just sneered and said, 'You dare to ask why? Just for that nigger comment you made, I want to splash you again. If someone else pays, even better. As long as I see you once, I'll splash you. But now I don't want to go to jail. Goodbye, my Bertolt Congressman.'

After saying that, the black man left the bucket behind and ran like the wind. At this time, Bertel suddenly reacted and shouted, 'Bernt, you son of a bitch, what are you doing? Why didn't you stop him? I don't think you'll be getting this month's salary!'

The black bodyguard was also very helpless. He was confident that no matter who it was or what method they used to harm Bertel, he could stop them. But now the other person was carrying a bucket of shit and if he tried to stop him, he would get covered in shit too. This is no laughing matter, and besides, why should the bodyguard take the bullet for you when you've caused all this shit?

But no matter how helpless he felt, when faced with his boss, he could only explain, 'Mr. Boateb, you can't blame me. The other person didn't intend to hurt you, and he moved too fast. I didn't have a chance to stop him or catch him.'

Boateb was about to vomit blood. What kind of reason is this? You're a bodyguard, if you can't even react to someone throwing a bucket of shit at you, what's the point of having you around? Just go back to bed!

Bob was furious, but he didn't show it, because at that moment he thought of something more important. The black man who threw the bucket of shit definitely didn't appear out of nowhere, but was acting on someone's orders. Although he usually offended a lot of people with his big mouth, no one would go to such lengths. Then there was only one answer left, and that was the Chinese guy who was also running in the election.

'It must be that Chinese guy!' said Bertolt, grinding his teeth. 'Those Chinese people are all as mean-minded as an asshole. They are the most disgusting and petty people in the world. Only they could have done such a thing. They are the same as those niggers. They are the world's rubbish and perverts, worthless scraps of meat. I want revenge!'

When Bertolt was in front of the parliament building, furious and determined to rush back into the building to take his revenge on Zhou Ming, in the hotel room opposite the parliament, old Brook was as happy as Christmas. The moment he saw Bertolt splattered with shit, he almost jumped out of his chair and shouted, 'This is wonderful!'

Of course, Brooke wasn't gloating, but he certainly wasn't sad for Bert, even though Bert was the one he had recruited to mock Zhou Ming.

Not only was Brooke happy, he immediately said to Anthony, 'Did you see that? No matter how patient that Chinese guy is, he couldn't hold back after all. Bert getting shit on was definitely his doing. We mustn't let this go, we must use this to teach that Chinese guy a lesson!'

Anthony nodded and said, 'Don't worry, my dear brother Brook. As Speaker of the Massachusetts House of Representatives, I definitely cannot let this kind of vicious attack on a campaign opponent go unchecked. In order to ensure a fair and smooth election, I must eliminate all possible hidden dangers.'

'That's it, I fully support Speaker Anthony's decision!' said old Brook. 'It's just a pity about our little Bert, he got covered in shit, but don't worry, I think I'll quietly pray for him.'

At this point, Anthony added, 'But Brother Brook, you'd better not jump to conclusions too soon, because from what I know of that Chinese guy, he shouldn't have done something so impulsive. Not only is this incident very suspicious in itself, but Bert is also a smart-ass who must have offended a lot of people, so I'm afraid this isn't as simple as it seems.'

...

Meanwhile in the parliament building, Zhou Ming was chatting with Alan Huang Yi. Zhou Ming said to them, 'This matter is certainly not that simple. I know that many people in the United States discriminate against Chinese people, but that is just normal. At this critical stage of the election, I don't think it is a good response to show any racial discrimination. Therefore, I suspect that there should be someone behind Botterb who is being manipulated, and the only person who can do this is the congressman Brook.'

'So Mr. Zhou Ming, you just left with Zhang Lin to find someone to help you do this? And the person who did this is also a candidate in the election, right?' Alan asked.

Zhou Ming smiled at Alan's question: "Alan is a lawyer, and you guessed this so easily.'

Alan said, "Because I believe in Mr. Zhou Ming's wisdom. Since you guessed that it might be Congressman Brook or even Speaker Anthony who are targeting you, you definitely won't give them any opportunity to threaten you. What I don't understand is how you could convince a candidate to do such a thing for you. Once it is discovered, and if the speaker is involved, the election committee will definitely disqualify him from running!'

Facing Alan's question, Zhou Ming did not answer, but instead asked him, 'Attorney Alan, how do you know that Congressman Brook and Speaker Anthony may be targeting you from behind?'

'Of course it was you, Mr. Zhou Ming, who told me, and I am your lawyer, so I know you...'

Alan's words came to an abrupt end, because he suddenly remembered a problem with his words. Yes, he knew because Zhou Ming told him, and Zhou Ming's conflict with Old Brock, and because he is a lawyer, he knew about it, but no one else knows about these things. As long as Zhou Ming doesn't stupidly confess on his own initiative, how would the other party know?

'As the Chinese saying goes, a great reward will attract brave men. I saw Manager Rogers and the candidate he supported nearby, so I offered $800,000 to get that candidate to do it for me,' said Zhou Ming.

'I see. Mr Zhou Ming, you are truly amazing!' Alan gave Zhou Ming a thumbs-up.

At this moment, a loud yell came from the parliament building: 'Zhou Ming, you yellow-skinned bastard, you actually dared to assign a nigger to throw faeces at me. I will kill you, and I will fuck your whole family!'

Zhou Ming could tell who the voice belonged to. He laughed and said, 'It seems that this Mr. Boateb is very tenacious. Does he still want to enter the parliament building?'

Alan shook his head and said, 'I don't think so. The Parliament building is very important and sacred. There's no reason to let someone who just threw faeces in here.'

As if to prove Alan's words, as soon as Bottlebottom had reached the front door of the Parliament building, the Parliament security guard immediately came out with a rubber baton. After futile persuasion, the two bodyguards swung the rubber baton hard at Bottlebottom, knocking him to the ground.

However, the security guards did not stop there, still hitting him one after the other, cursing and swearing, 'You damned bastard, why didn't you listen when I told you to stay outside? You had to go inside the parliament building. Do you know how long it takes us to clean this entrance every day? You bastard, I should really shove everything you own in your mouth!'

Zhou Ming and Alan happened to see the scene of Bertel Bortle being beaten as they walked out of the council. Zhou Ming shook his head regretfully and said to him, 'In fact, we don't have any grudges against each other. Even in the matter of the election campaign, there is still the possibility of cooperation. But you shouldn't do such a thing, because not every big shot asking you for help is a good thing. If I'm not wrong, it was Councilor Brook who asked you, right?'

Bautbo did not reply, but the meaning of his wide-open eyes was unmistakable.

'I didn't realize that it was actually old Brook behind the scenes. Teacher, you are truly amazing. But what should we do next?' Huang Yi asked.

Zhou Ming shrugged, 'What else can we do? Go to the Veda community to get voter signatures as planned. As for Councillor Brook, I don't think we need to pay any attention to them. If they want to fight, I'll fight back. Do I look afraid of them?'