While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

In Washington, D.C., late at night, a train stops and a man rushes out of the station.

The man hailed a taxi and headed to the headquarters of The Washington Post.

He is Carl Morgan.

Carl needs to get the news ready before tomorrow morning.

Only in this way can Tom's report be included before the daily newspaper goes to print.

Upon entering the photo developing room, Carl skillfully developed the photos.

An hour and a half later, Carl took the washed film rolls and went to his workstation to write the report.

Carl is not Anna, and he doesn't care much about authenticity.

To attract readers, Carr made "appropriate" artistic embellishments.

The location was still in front of the restaurant, but it wasn't a Black family restaurant; it was a French restaurant.

The person blocking the door wasn't a waiter, but Tom's nouveau riche neighbor;

Given the social context of Roosevelt's New Deal, the nouveau riche were portrayed as construction foremen;

Ultimately, things turned out as follows:

Tom wanted to eat French food, but his neighbor mocked him, saying that Tom, a low-level civil servant, was not worthy of eating French food.

So Tom gave a speech in front of all the diners, which was met with cheers and praise from the entire audience!

The nouveau riche contractor neighbor slunk away.

After finishing the report, Carl nodded in satisfaction.

Carl was convinced that this report was far more immersive and emotionally engaging than the original.

People who can read and afford daily newspapers are unlikely to be the lowest-income Black people.

How could one possibly relate to the story of going to a Black restaurant and giving a speech to Black people?

The next step is to add photos to the report.

Carl wanted to choose a picture with few guns visible and many white people listening.

Carl picked up the film reel, rubbed his eyes, looked at the reel again, and exclaimed:

"My God!"

"What happened?!"

The image on the film reel shows Tom no longer hanging on a street lamp, but standing on a roadside flower bed;

The guns on his body disappeared, and the audience had all turned into white people.

Carl picked up the film roll and magnifying glass and began to examine each sheet again.

Carl remembered what he had photographed, but it didn't match what was in front of him at all.

There are thirteen photos in total, and each one has changed.

The further you look at the photos, the more perfect the composition, lighting, and other details become.

When Carl saw the last picture, Tom's lips suddenly twitched slightly in the photo.

He revealed a sinister smile and suddenly glared at Karl.

"what!"

Carl cried out in surprise and fell backward, chair and all.

Getting back up, Carl checked the last photo one more time.

In the photo, Tom's sinister smile is gone, and he has regained his former masculine and handsome demeanor;

However, the background of each photo is still incorrect.

Carl swallowed hard and muttered to himself:

"This is definitely the power of a demon!"

"My Jesus, should I cooperate with the devil?"

Carl began to struggle, as the changes in the film could not be explained by science;

The unknown power filled Karl with fear.

In that instant, Karl thought of the Morgan family.

A family with highly centralized power.

Only the head of the family can control most of the family's businesses;

Only his most outstanding child will be able to inherit the family business...

Children without inheritance rights are often allowed to indulge in debauchery and moral decay by their parents and siblings, becoming mere tools with only reproductive value.

Carl's father was a dissolute playboy from a collateral branch of the family, and his mother was his father's mistress;

In theory, from the moment he was born, Karl was destined to be a playboy.

But Carl refused to accept this, declaring, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God!"

Carl gritted his teeth, cut out the last, and most perfect, film roll, and chose it as the illustration.

He even comforted himself in the air:

"Whether it's a demon or Satan."

"No one can stop me from climbing up, step by step!"

At that moment, the first rays of morning sunlight shone on Karl.

The morning sunlight also woke Tom.

Tom opened his eyes and looked at Dani, who was limp as a rag doll.

Tom discovered that whenever he told Diane that he had work the next day, Diane knew when to stop and stopped being overly proactive.

After updating her status last night, Denise lost most of her libido, as if she was urging Tom to go to sleep.

The verbal battles that Diane used to start every morning have completely disappeared.

Tom comfortably got up, took a shower, cooked, woke up Diane, ate, and took Diane to work.

Tom arrived at Vanderbilt No. 2 office building, buying several copies of the New York Daily News on the way.

As Tom had predicted, the reporter wrote an article overnight and published it about his speech.

Unfortunately, it's not as good as Carl's, and it doesn't have any photos.

However, the content is also embellished to attract readers.

This speech report marked the beginning of Tom's political campaign.

Today's meeting with representatives from various countries is also to pave the way for the election.

Tom rejected Ellie's offer not because he didn't want to run for office.

One must rely on oneself. If Tom doesn't run for office, how can he guarantee the success of his various businesses?

Especially in smuggling, if one doesn't become a member of parliament, one isn't even worthy of taking all the benefits.

If you work for someone else, you'll never get a share of the core profits in your entire life.

The reason for the refusal was simple—they didn't want to go to the pre-assigned constituency.

Tom has his own base constituencies, so why would he go to other constituencies and be constantly hampered and manipulated?

It was only 8:30, but the members of the major gangs had been waiting for a long time.

They didn't have the guts to keep Tom waiting.

The group took the elevator to the top floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the atmosphere of people working overtime hit them.

Like worker bees in a honeycomb, narrow corridors, transparent glass offices...

Tom felt as if he had returned to the 996 work schedule of his past life, and his back began to ache and feel phantom pain.

Tom shook his head with a wry smile and led everyone to the conference room.

A long conference table with matching chairs, plus a blackboard, that's all.

Everyone took their seats and looked at Tom.

Tom addressed the crowd:

"Enough with the small talk, I've gathered everyone here today for one thing only."

"I went to Washington a few days ago and started an engineering company called Strong Engineering Company."

"The procedures have been approved, and we will participate in government projects in the future."

"Any of you companies interested in getting involved?"

"I don't like beating around the bush. I'm making this clear beforehand, not as an excuse to ask you for money."

"It's a real engineering company; they make money and offer dividends."

Upon hearing this, everyone swallowed hard.

In just a few days, a complete set of permits for an engineering company was approved?

Everyone here knows how disgusting the American bureaucracy is.

No matter the procedure, they say it will take 5-7 business days to review, but it's strange if it doesn't drag on for more than ten days.

Even when they do receive a response, they often reply to the applicant with phrases like "Key documents are missing" or "Please go to the relevant department to complete other procedures first."

As for what the key document is?

What are the relevant departments?

What are the other procedures?

Only God knows.

Unless, of course, the applicant has connections above them.

It's obvious that Tom has connections not only in the higher-ups, but also in the heavens.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to complete the entire set of procedures within a few days.

With people in Tiangong, why worry about Qiangsheng Company failing to win bids in the future?

Everyone was tempted; such a good business, who wouldn't want to invest?