The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 154: Unique Skills

Xiong En's words indeed resonated with countless people.

Anyone who can't think straight will fall into this logical trap.

According to the 80/20 rule, it is the majority who fall into the trap.

Xiong En's speech continued: "Do you understand now? You just want to survive! And I can provide you with a way to survive without breaking the law!"

"I've said it before. I'm just one person, and my abilities are limited. So I need you. I need anyone who hears this speech to vote for me! Only in this way can I stay in that position and seek the benefits you deserve! Not only that, I will also build more drug rehabilitation centers so that those who want to turn back can return to normal life!"

"Also, most importantly, although I have money, my money is limited! No one's money is unlimited, right? I will not stop spending money, so. Believe me. In order to stop spending money on you guys, I will do everything I can to get the government to distribute contraband for free!"

"Because from the moment I start paying for you, my interests are aligned with yours!"

"For the sake of the dollar, I will not live a life of idleness and wait for death! Even if you don't believe me, you still want to respect my loyalty to the dollar, right?"

The whole place immediately erupted in laughter.

This Xiong En, although he speaks in a vulgar and straightforward manner, has no manners at all.

But every word he said seemed to pierce the hearts of these people.

Even once that logical trap came out, many people who had previously opposed Xiong En began to think about the feasibility of this matter.

As I said before, safety needs are the second largest needs of human beings after physiological needs.

Xiong En’s speech is basically over, and next is the photo session with Xiong En’s fans.

Anyone who is willing to support him can go on stage and take photos with him.

Offstage, Kofi was a little confused: "Why do we have to add this part? He will be a politician next, not a star. Don't tell me he's close to the people. We all know that since he just said he would pay for a new injection site, there is no politician in America who is more 'close to the people' than him."

Xiu Nuo smiled and said, "What's wrong with doing this?"

"No?" Coffey was a little surprised: "Do you really want him to be a star?"

"Is there no precedent for this? Hasn't there been any precedent for the same fan management logic used by celebrities? In my opinion, there seems to be no difference between the two in America."

"There's no such thing in America, absolutely not!" Kofi searched the knowledge in his brain and said, "However, fan politics does exist in the world. It seems that some people in South Korea have been doing this all the time. But that's South Korea! This is America."

"What's the difference? Aren't you almost the same?"

"No, no, no, that place is too barbaric. They are just learning a form. At least the politicians here have a tacit understanding. We will not liquidate the former president."

"At least it proves that this set of ideas has a pioneer." Xiu Nuo said with a smile: "Besides, how do you know that America will not liquidate former presidents in the future? It was unnecessary in the past, but it may not be necessary in the future."

Kofi shook his head: "I don't think so. However, what you said is quite interesting. Xiong En is so special. This method seems to work. And he is not some low-class kid. He is a rich second-generation. Some people will hate him, but with the mentality of admiring the strong, there must be countless people who support him without thinking."

At this moment, when taking pictures, someone suddenly looked painful.

He first scratched his arm, and then his whole body began to tremble slightly.

"What's wrong, buddy?" Xiong En looked at him in confusion, but immediately Xiong En knew what was going on.

Withdrawal reaction!

Then, the man fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiong En's trouser leg, saying humbly, "Give me some! Give me some!! I can't take it anymore, give me something quickly!"

Xiong En looked at the injection site over there and shouted, "Call an ambulance! I'm sorry, man. I want to help you. But there's still a line over there. Hang in there. The doctor will be here soon."

"Okay." The man said and began to close his eyes and endure it, but gradually, his body shook more and more violently.

Many people watched this scene and took out their phones to support him silently. Gradually, foam appeared at the corners of the man's mouth.

"Damn it! The ambulance hasn't arrived yet!" Xiong En shouted angrily.

Someone said, "No, let him get the injection first, Mr. Xiong En."

Xiong En shook his head: "No, queuing is everyone's right."

"Isn't this a special situation?"

“Sometimes, rules are just rules.”

Xiong En thought about it, then said, "But I can't watch someone die in front of me."

As he spoke, Xiong En took out a small packaging bag from his trouser pocket.

Then he handed the bag to the man: "Hey. Man! Wake up! Is this what you want?"

The eyes of the people around him widened instantly.

What did this guy take out of his pocket?
It's not illegal for you to pay for everyone, but it's wrong for you to take this thing out! Even if you are trying to save people! Even if we all know that you actually have it!

The first people to notice this scene were none other than the LAPD.

The LAPD here have been feeling really pent up lately! They immediately became excited when they saw this scene!
They rushed onto the stage, and the guy who had fallen was already dead. His body had recovered, but the bag that had fallen was picked up by a police officer.

The police officer looked at Xiong En unkindly: "Sir, can you tell me what this is?"

Someone immediately rushed to Xiong En and stared at the LAPD officer: "He was trying to save people, officer!"

Several police officers had their hands on their waists: "Mr. Xiong En Bazel, we may need you to cooperate with our investigation."

Seeing more and more people gathering around, to be honest, the police officers who rushed over felt a little regretful.

But the next moment, Xiong En pushed aside the person in front of him, looked at the others and said soothingly: "Ladies and gentlemen, the speech is over, you should go back to line up. Please believe that I can handle this trouble now."

In the audience, Kofi's face was livid: "What the hell is this bastard doing! I told him countless times to be careful with his words and actions! So where did he get his flour?!"

Xiu Nuo smiled and said, "Don't blame him, I arranged it."

Kofi was confused. "Wait, Xiu, you want him to be a politician, right?"

"Of course, so don't worry, Kofi. The amount was very small. It's just a misdemeanor at most. He can just be released on bail. And everyone saw that he was trying to save people."

"It makes no difference!" Kofi gritted his teeth, "Don't take it for granted, okay? This is a stain!! And it's a stain from before the election!"

"So?" Xiuno said with a smile, "Let me ask you, Kofi, a candidate's speech video. Would you watch it?"

"I do not have time."

“What if the candidate is controversial?”

"Then I might see what he said."

Xiuno laughed: "What if this controversial candidate took out a bag of contraband during a speech and was caught by the police?"

Coffey was stunned, and then his eyes gradually widened.

"Remember that sentence? Politicians are like actors. If you want to climb up, you have to make as many people as possible remember you. No matter what impression you have, only by remembering you can you get votes. After all, voters can't imagine the name of a candidate they have no impression of at all."

(End of this chapter)