The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 117 The Reason Why Dad Forced Me (45 Please Subscribe)
Old Underwood is very much like an old, conservative, white man.

After asking Locke in a low voice to come to the study now, he walked towards the stairs without looking back.

Esme subconsciously looked at Locke.

Locke was just about to speak.

Mother Claire intimately took Esme's hand and walked towards the sofa: "This is how they meet since Locke graduated. Don't worry."

Locke also nodded towards Esme: "My mother is right."

But you can't blame him.

It was old Underwood who started the trouble.

Locke then gave Esme a reassuring look, then followed the steps of old Underwood who had already gone upstairs and came to the study at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Old Underwood had already opened the antique wine cabinet in the study.

"Bourbon?"

"can."

Locke said this, then consciously pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

Old Underwood poured two glasses of wine, sat down at his seat, and handed a glass of wine to Locke.

Locke took it and said thank you.

Old Underwood didn't say anything. He took a sip of the wine in the glass, then put the glass aside. Then he leaned back in his chair and looked at Locke silently.

Locke also leaned against the chair behind him, holding his chin with one hand, and looked into the eyes of old Underwood.

Eyes facing each other.

It can be seen that no one is willing to give in to anyone else.

after awhile.

Old Underwood retracted his gaze and chuckled.

"Sentinel Secret Service, New York Branch, Deputy Director of Operations, great."

"Thank you."

Locke accepted the compliment from Old Underwood with a bright smile.

"Do you think you got this by your own strength?"

"of course not."

"Oh."

Old Underwood looked at Locke with a half-smile: "Then how do you think you got it?"

Locke's expression didn't change: "Because my last name is Underwood."

No one really believes that America is a free country where personal strength is valued regardless of social connections and where you can make a name for yourself as long as you have the ability.

No one would be so stupid.

Let's say that.

The only difference between the United States and that island country that lives a good life is that the former knows how to put up a fig leaf.

Unlike that island country, they don’t even act.

An actor's son is an actor, a congressman's son is a congressman, and a banker's son is a banker.

The same is true for the Federation.

It's just that the Federation put up a sign of democracy and used it as a screen in the locker room to prevent the public from seeing the dirty things behind the screen.

If Locke were just Locke.

Let's say that.

Not to mention that he helped the Sentinelese Secret Service expand its authority, even if he helped the Sentinelese Secret Service become the number one federal law enforcement agency, he might be promoted, but he would definitely not be promoted to his current position of deputy director of operations.

Right now, he was like this 99 percent because he had done something great, and 1 percent because his last name was Underwood.

And it is precisely this one percent that is more useful than the ninety-nine percent.

Locke was well aware of this.

and so……

He didn't shy away from the elder Underwood's gaze: "I've never been shy about saying that my achievements are because of Underwood."

Old Underwood heard this and nodded.

next second.

"But you enjoy the convenience brought by Underwood, but you don't think about taking on the responsibilities that Underwood should have."

Finally got to the point.

Locke said in his heart, then looked at Old Underwood with a smile: "What are you referring to?"

"When I graduated, you planned to let me work for a Wall Street financial consulting firm for a few years and then return to my hometown in South Carolina to run for city council."

"Or are you referring to the time a year ago when you planned to marry me to someone's daughter?"

Just like he just said.

The reason why his relationship with Old Underwood is so tense is that Old Underwood needs to take full responsibility.

Old Underwood snorted.

"All."

"OK then."

Locke adjusted his sitting position, leaned forward slightly, looked at Old Underwood, and raised a finger.

"Let's talk about graduation first. Whether you are willing to admit it or not, I was admitted to your and mother's alma mater based on my own ability."

"……Yes."

"During my time at school, I never used the Underwood identity to gain any benefits for myself."

For God's sake, he didn't even have a boyfriend while he was at Harvard.

wrong.

I was dating someone, but we broke up after just over a year.

reason?

The other party dislikes him for his lack of ambition.

Locke also agreed with this. After all, the biggest difference between him and salted fish at that time was that he was alive.

Old Underwood thought about Locke's words and nodded.

"Yes."

"That's the problem."

Locke looked at the nodding old Underwood, smiled and spread his hands and said, "First, I was admitted to Harvard on my own merits. Second, I did not use the Underwood identity to do anything during my time at school. In this case, why should I listen to your arrangement and go to Wall Street?"

There is a reward for giving.

He never denied the convenience that the Underwood identity brought him, and he never felt the responsibility that the Underwood identity brought him. "Then let's talk about the second thing, the marriage you want me to have."

"To be honest, when you told me about this, I never thought of refusing."

"Because my last name is Underwood, the better Underwood is, the better I will be."

“And the reverse is also true.”

"If Underwood is lonely, I will be lonely too."

"No one would love to see Underwood shine more than me!"

There is a saying.

The only person in this world who cannot jump ship is the prince.

A pawn can turn against you, since it doesn’t matter where you work; a minister can turn against you, since you will still have a title in the future; brothers and sisters can turn against you, and the result of muddying the waters may be unpredictable.

Even the emperor himself could turn against them.

But the prince alone cannot do that.

The prince here refers to Locke.

Whether he likes it or not, he has been tied to Underwood since he was born with the surname Underwood.

Underwood was brilliant, and he followed with brilliantness.

Underwood's downfall was not without consequences for him.

and so……

"I really didn't object to your plan to arrange a marriage for me, and I was ready to do my part."

After all, a marriage is just a matter of getting a certificate.

"but……"

"Michelle Walker, you've got to be kidding me."

Locke thought of the marriage partner that Old Underwood had chosen for him, and he laughed. Then he said to Old Underwood, "Are you really not afraid that your grandfather will jump out of his grave and slap you in the face?"

That Michelle Walker is the daughter of Garrett Walker, former Colorado governor and a hot candidate in next year's presidential election.

Looks okay.

There's just a problem.

black!
Although the black is not very obvious, but a faint black is still black.

Because Garrett Walker's wife is African American, this is an important reason why he will become a popular candidate for president next year.

The black and white combination is in line with the mainstream and correct.

but……

What is the composition of the Underwood family.

Whether you count from old Underwood's side or mother Claire's side, if you count five or six generations back, they are solid old white people.

Another point.

The Underwoods' hometown, South Carolina, was once a slave state.

Agriculture is the mainstream in South Carolina, and cotton planting was their main product back then.

So what about the marriage partner that old Underwood found for him?

It would be like asking him to marry a slave.

Good guy.

If this had happened in the past, he would have been beaten to death by his neighbors, and no one would have stood up for him.

and so……

It's not that I'm unwilling to take risks for the Underwood family, it's just that I can't make the sacrifice.

Locke shouted in his heart at that time, and then in order to prevent old Underwood from causing any more trouble, he got married directly with Esme.

Just as he told others.

My dad forced me to do it!

He was not exaggerating in the least.

When old Underwood saw Locke saying exaggeratedly, "Are you really not afraid that your grandfather will jump out of the grave and slap you in the face if he knows about this," his face turned dark.

"You are a pig of discrimination!"

"you have not?"

Locke glanced at Old Underwood and said, "Don't think I don't know why you often want to go to that old black's barbecue restaurant and talk to that old black. Do you like eating? I am embarrassed to point it out to you. Don't you also treat that old black as a servant? If you talk to a servant, the servant will never tell others, and even if he does, others will not believe it, right?"

Old Underwood's eyebrows twitched.

"But I won't make it that obvious."

"I'm sorry, but after this month, I won't be twenty-six."

"so what?"

"I am young and hot-tempered. I can't do what you do now. Even if you curse me as a rebellious son in your heart, you won't say it out loud."

"I don't!"

"Look!"

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at Old Underwood: "I can't even lie without blushing. I can't do that now."

Old Underwood's breathing paused at this moment.

then……

Locke could clearly feel that the temperature in the study was showing a clear warming trend at this moment.

He blinked and looked at Old Underwood, who was staring at him expressionlessly, with his fists clenched and his eyes cold.

"Ahem, just kidding."

It's a big holiday, and it would be funny if old Underwood got mad and something bad happened.

Locke thought to himself, and quickly coughed, changing the subject: "I really want to contribute to the Underwood family. After all, if I contribute, I can enjoy the convenience with peace of mind. So, I promise to agree to whatever you want to do."

Old Underwood's temperature dropped a little at this moment.

He frowned at Locke, who looked serious.

"Really?"

"As God knows."

"Don't go all mad at Nick Fury."

"Don't even think about it. He's dead. Even God can't stop him. I say that!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)