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

Tom didn't go back to Denise's house; instead, he went to find Carl first.

Carl took a picture of Tom's dashing figure today, and his speech is also ready.

My heart had already flown back to headquarters in Washington, planning to prepare a special issue for Tom.

Tom lured Carl to Powerful Engineering Company with the promise of other news collaborations.

The two arrived at the conference room, where the leaders of Tom's various factions were already gathered.

In the middle of the conference table, there was a radio;

On the blackboard in the conference room were several portrait photos, with a lot of information written around them.

Tom not only wants to win the central constituency, but he wants to win all five constituencies.

The few people carefully selected on the blackboard are candidates from other constituencies.

The election strategy was the same as Tom's: "State your identity first, then talk about your policies."

Each candidate was a middle-aged white male from a poor background, with some education, who was already married and had children.

To ensure a safe outcome, everyone chose people who were related to them by blood.

As soon as Karl entered, he was overwhelmed by the aura emanating from the room.

Could it be that the big news Tom was talking about was that they were going to murder the person in the photo and invited him to be a death omen?

Before he could get any ideas, Tom patted him on the shoulder and introduced him to everyone:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a full-time reporter I found, named Carl Morgan, a reporter for The Washington Post."

"At the same time, he also has many journalist friends at the New York Daily News."

"From now on, Carl will be our full-time reporter, covering the candidates' stories."

Tom held up a clipping from The Washington Post, which contained a report of Tom's speech.

After glancing at him, everyone gave Karl an approving look.

With the pressure relieved, Carlton began chatting with the bigwigs.

Carl promised that he would be present to record and report on every candidate speech in the five major districts thereafter.

After exchanging contact information, Carl left the No. 2 office building.

After this encounter, Carl decided not to go to the train station; instead, he planned to submit his work to the New York Daily News.

Carl firmly believes that the competition for city council seats in the five districts is not just a contest of candidates.

It was a contest between elites and commoners, a first in American and even world history.

In Washington, I was just an ordinary journalist;

In New York, one might become a chronicler of history.

He even became the number one journalist in American history!

As soon as Karl entered the elevator, the leaders of the various gangs all spoke up:

"Tom, are we really going to have everyone run for election?"

"Isn't it a bit too hasty? They only won the constituency a few days ago."

"Tom, even during a campaign, do you get newspaper ads for every speech you give?"

Tom knew what everyone was worried about: coming into the public eye too early might attract the attention of the government.

Many gangs haven't finished dealing with their misdeeds, and now that they're being investigated, they're all caught red-handed.

But Tom didn't want to wait any longer; he wanted to secure city council seats in all five major districts as soon as possible.

Tom's vote is not worth the City Council's attention.

As a newcomer, you will also be targeted and oppressed.

But if the five votes are tied together, the city council only has twenty-five votes in total. Who would dare to underestimate Tom?

"Cough cough~"

Tom cleared his throat, and the entire room fell silent.

Pointing to the radio on the table, Tom asked:

"Everyone, how did you feel about my speech just now?"

"Can it garner votes?"

"Tell me your judgment."

"this……"

The gang leaders stared at each other, bewildered.

They are all very interested in politics and have listened to many candidates' speeches.

But this was the first time they had ever heard Tom give a speech like this.

If you really ask them to make a judgment, they can't.

Vito the Godfather led the way, saying:

"I believe in Tom, as long as I learn his speaking methods."

"The seats in the five major constituencies are ours for the taking."

Everyone looked at Father Vito and asked:

How can you be so sure?

Vito the Godfather didn't mince words, saying:

"Since I came to America, I have kept a close eye on the situation back home in Europe."

"I've heard speeches from the top leaders of both Italy and Germany."

"The main theme of their speeches is actually quite fixed—"

"The nation will surely succeed under my leadership."

"The only difference between this and Tom's speech is the scope."

"Tom turned a nation into a poor people, but the essence remained the same."

"If those two could rise to power in Germany and Italy using the same speaking style, why can't we do the same in the five major constituencies?"

"Therefore, I unconditionally support Tom and believe that Tom can succeed."

Vito's words had already swayed them, and Tom added the final, crucial blow, saying:

"You seem to have forgotten something."

"We want all the city council seats in the five major districts to be ours."

"At that point, if you and I were the government, would we still be able to put pressure on ourselves?"

"And now, you have nowhere to retreat even if you want to."

"I have already stepped forward after my public speech just now."

"It's still election season, and the police are also unsure about the situation."

"But after the election, if we don't get elected, will we still have good days?"

Tom's words made everyone realize that they and Tom were already in the same boat.

Tom stepped forward, knowing he would be in big trouble if he didn't follow suit.

Even if the government doesn't intervene, Tom will settle scores later, given his personality.

Just as Yevgeny was about to speak, the bald Henry interrupted:

"Mr. Tom, thanks to you, I was able to unify the northern constituency."

"Everything I have is a gift from Lord Tom."

"Wherever Lord Tom says, I will support him unconditionally!"

Yevgeny had just opened his mouth after the bald Henry finished speaking when Moore spoke first:

"Mr. Tom, as you know, I have always supported you."

"Especially after you gave a speech on my turf, my whole family, including all my aunts and uncles, became your fans."

"If I didn't support you, they would skin me alive."

Yevgeny's face darkened. Now, even being a sycophant is something people are vying for?

Moreover, Moore has taken the licking to a new level, with the whole family getting involved.

Yevgeny hurriedly opened his mouth, but before he could utter even half a syllable, Thomas rushed in to flatter him:

"Sir Tom, I just heard your speech, and it was even more awe-inspiring than the one I had back home."

"I believe that if my cousin learns even 30% of his skills, he will definitely become a city councilor and be an asset to you."

Alright, alright, you German with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you're starting to fawn over people now, aren't you?

Yevgeny looked at Lai Lao and thought to himself, surely a Dongda University student wouldn't be so vulgar and blatant in his flattery?

Old Lai didn't lick his boots, Wu Ailian spoke up:

"Mr. Tom, I know you've always needed someone to serve you."

"May I introduce my younger sister to you as a maid?"

Yevgeny realized that everyone present possessed unique skills.

Tom, sitting in the main seat, listened quietly, knowing that the expressions of loyalty below were mostly false.

What truly convinced them was the interest in city council seats.