Chapter 37: A word of advice

Omar was bound to lose the election because the odds were just too stacked against him. Even on the first day, due to the parking lot situation, there was no usable parking lot within a two-kilometre radius, so they had no choice but to find a remote corner where the traffic police could not see them and let the voters out one by one, and then let them walk to the polling station to vote.

This method was undoubtedly forced out of desperation, and it also made many voters lose their patience. After all, although they supported Omar's policies and hoped to enjoy the healthcare reform he promised, that was about it. It was absolutely impossible for them to waste so much time desperately trying to vote for Omar. They were not fanatical enough to be considered believers.

Although there were still two days of voting left, since it was during working hours and voters had only taken a maximum of one day off, not many people ended up turning up to vote.

The vote count was announced on the 9th, and there were no surprises. Omar lost badly to Boutboul, 47 votes to 136.

In front of the bulletin board of the Capitol Building, Boothe was jumping for joy. He deliberately came in front of Zhou Ming and his friends and said with a smug grin, 'If I were you, I definitely wouldn't come today, because you don't even look at your configuration. Niggers and worms, you are only worthy of being slaves in the dark and gloomy mines. Voting is the right of American citizens, and you don't stand a chance in hell of winning!'

Then Boateng suddenly remembered something: 'I heard that you even moved to Vida Community in order to vote for Omar. It seems that you really went to great lengths for the election, but it didn't work; otherwise, I could have chosen to let you be my assistant and help clean the community's public toilets, which would have been a way to repay your good intentions!'

'Boateng, you really are a son of a bitch!' Omar said with gritted teeth.

Zhou Ming, however, just looked at him coldly and said, 'Congratulations to Bob for becoming a member of the Vidda community council. However, perhaps this is not a good thing. I would like to sincerely advise Mr. Bob to resign from your position as a council member, otherwise you will regret the outcome of today in the near future.'

'Is that so? You Chinese people are actually a master of humour! It's a pity that your humour is as sickening as a circus clown's, and your words are as stupid as the wailing of a madman in an asylum,' continued Botbol, mocking Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming ignored Botbol's mockery. He just sneered and said, "I hope you remember what you said today," before leaving with Omar.

Once back in the car, Omar could no longer hold back his emotions and burst into tears. He cried out to Zhou Ming, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I'm very sorry that I failed to win this election. I failed to anticipate the situation in advance. I never expected that Kane would suddenly intervene. I'm sorry for disappointing you and for wasting your investment. I'm truly a waste of space!'

'Mr. Omar, a waste of space can't become a Harvard PhD,' said Zhou Ming.

Omar was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhou Ming to suddenly say such a thing. Zhou Ming smiled a little and continued, 'Omar, who are you? You are the first black president of the Harvard Review, and you are the leader who has conquered all the residents of the Veda community. You are the candidate I personally selected from among so many people at Harvard University. I believe in you, but I want you to believe in yourself even more.'

'There are millions of things in this world, and every one of them has success or failure. They are not just related to ability, just like the election you just finished.'

After saying this, Zhou Ming paused for a moment and then said, 'Perhaps I can tell you a not-so-friendly fact. I didn't think you could win the election when it first started, or that it might not be a good thing if you did.'

'Why is that?' Omar asked in shock.

'The reason is simple. Neither of us is strong enough. I'm being targeted by a senior state senator, and you have an opponent in Kane. And at the moment, we don't have the strength to defeat them. So instead of you facing countless troubles every day after being elected, it's better to give up this position to someone else and let us find a way to rule behind the scenes.' Zhou Ming said.

'Rule behind the scenes?' Omar asked doubtfully, obviously not understanding the meaning of the phrase.

Zhou Ming explained, 'It means letting Bertolt be his MP in front, but we can sit behind the scenes and do things through him, making him our puppet.'

'But how is that possible? Bertolt himself is on the opposite side to us. It would be a godsend if he didn't mess with us, so how would he listen to us?' Omar said in disbelief.

Zhou Ming didn't answer, but instead asked him in return, 'Omar, do you remember what I told you?'

Omar thought for a moment and tentatively said, 'In this world, there is nothing that cannot be done, only minds that are unwilling to move?'

Zhou Ming snapped his fingers, "That's the exact sentence. So as long as we are willing to use our brains to think of a solution, maybe in the end, our Senator Boutb will come begging us.'

Omar looked at Zhou Ming blankly, completely unable to understand what Zhou Ming was talking about. Zhou Ming had no intention of explaining it to him in detail, and simply told him, "Let's go back to Harvard first. My lawyer should already be at the dormitory. You'll understand when we get there.'

With Zhou Ming's words, the driver in front** stepped on the accelerator hard, and Zhou Ming's Buick sped out and quickly returned to the dormitory.

At this time, the lawyer Alan was already waiting here. Zhou Ming took him to a sofa in the lobby and sat down. Alan took out a document and said to Zhou Ming, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I have successfully helped you register a US$2 million capital Meitong Logistics Company.'

'Meitong Logistics Company?' Omar asked blankly, and at this time, countless question marks flashed in his head.

'Mr. Omar is confused because you don't know about Baotuobo. He is the chairman of Vidda Logistics,' said Zhou Ming.

After listening to Zhou Ming's explanation, Omar suddenly understood: 'So Mr. Zhou Ming, what you are doing is to compete with him in business and use business means to make him submit to you, right?'

Zhou Ming shook his head and said, 'I don't think Mr. Omar is using the word competition correctly, because I don't intend to compete with him in any way. I'm going to crush him with capital. You know, I also have an insurance company, and I currently have over 100 million yuan in capital.'

Although Zhou Ming had already told Omar this news, when he heard the number that Zhou Ming said, he couldn't help but gasp. After all, 100 million US dollars was still a bit too large.

'There's another thing. It's not that I want to compete with him, but Omar, you have to compete with him. Because of Senator Brook's connections, it's not appropriate for my classmates and I to directly compete with the Veda community. Therefore, Omar, you are the best person to be the chairman of the board of directors of my company, Meitong Logistics.'

Omar had just caught his breath from the previous piece of news, and this sentence from Zhou Ming shocked him again. He never expected that this Meitong company would actually be handed over to him.

Omar shook his head and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, this is not possible, because I don't know any business methods and have never been exposed to anything like this. I'm afraid I'll still lose to Botterb.'

'So Mr. Omar, you're prepared to lose to Botterb a second time, right?' Zhou Ming asked.

Zhou Ming's question pierced Omar's heart like a needle. Omar exclaimed, 'Of course not!'

'As long as you don't want to, I certainly have a way to make you win,' Zhou Ming said.

Omar looked at Zhou Ming blankly, completely unable to understand what he meant. Zhou Ming then said to him, 'I know you're worried that you don't know any business skills, but I want to tell you that going to the fucking business skills, that is a competitive means that only appears when there is equal competition or when the weak fight the strong. So do you think that Botter's logistics company has reached or surpassed my Wharton Insurance Company?

'I don't know about his company, but I'm sure that he and Mr. Zhou Ming are not in the same league,' said Omar.

'In that case, Mr. Omar, you don't need to worry at all. Just go over there and the other party will be beaten,' said Zhou Ming.

Omar was very puzzled by Zhou Ming's over-the-top words. This time, Zhou Ming didn't explain much, and directly handed Omar the company's legal documents in his hand and said, 'From now on, Omar, you are the chairman and CEO of Meitong Logistics. Your goal is Baotuob's Weida Logistics. You can squeeze his living space by lowering the freight rate and doing negative advertising for him. I believe that small logistics company will soon be unable to bear it.'

'But isn't this malicious competition? According to Massachusetts law, it's punishable by imprisonment!' Omar said worriedly. 'Although I'm not afraid of going to prison, I just can't accept it ending like this.'

'Of course I won't let you end like this, but whether it's malicious competition or not, I think we should listen to the views of a professional legal expert.'

Zhou Ming said, and handed over the floor to Alan. Alan cleared his throat and said to Omar, 'In legal terms, malicious competition is a very difficult act to define. Generally speaking, if there is no direct evidence that malicious slander has been committed through advertising or other means, malicious competition will not be judged.'

'That's why there are many cases of small companies gaining product marketing through targeted advertising.' Zhou Ming took up the thread of Alan's words and said, "Even the big multinational companies can't do anything about it. A small Bob can't turn the world upside down, and if he wants to sue, I don't think we're afraid of him.'

Omar took a deep breath and replied, "I understand, Mr. Zhou Ming, just leave it to me, I'm sure I can do a good job!'

...

Meanwhile, at the Lexington villa, Massachusetts State Representative Anthony and Old Brook were sitting in the courtyard chatting when suddenly Old Brook's butler came over and whispered something in his ear, which made Old Brook suddenly happy.

Anthony knew him well and asked him, 'My dear brother Brook, let me guess, it's the result of the Veda Community election, and the result is that the Chinese guy lost the election?'

'Yes, that damned Chinese. How can he have a member of parliament? Not even a representative in the lowest level of the House of Representatives is allowed!' said Old Brook. 'Mr. Speaker, you guessed it so quickly. Does that mean you already knew the news?'

Anthony shook his head and said, 'I didn't know, but compared to that Chinese person, I think I know my brother Brook better. You are now obsessed with that Chinese person. Shouldn't our attention be on the other side? As long as the guns in the Middle East start to sound, we defeat that family, and the Chinese person who has lost the protection of that family, you can still manipulate him as you please.'

'Mr. Speaker, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. I'm waiting for my chance,' said Old Brook.

'Very well then, I have great faith in my brother Brook,' Anthony shrugged, clearly not believing in Old Brook. He continued, "But I came here today specifically because I have another piece of news for you to take back to the family. Before the sound of guns in the Middle East, we can do something about the Chinese Bank."