I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

A full-payment campaign? Doug was stunned. That's insane!

But setting aside the enormous economic risks, it is indeed an impeccable propaganda slogan.

"This slogan gives Anderson a huge competitive advantage over any opponent." Doug's eyes lit up as he quickly analyzed:

"No matter who the enemy is, Anderson can loudly proclaim: They're in cahoots with businessmen! They've taken money from sponsors! They're smearing me! But I'm different. I don't take anyone's money. I fund my own campaign; I only speak for the voters. VP (Voice For The People), the perfect slogan!"

"No one will question Brian. After all, if he were a senator, he wouldn't spend his own money to run for office."

"And Mr. Anderson's identity perfectly fits this description. Mr. Anderson came from humble beginnings, worked his entire life to achieve great success, and in his old age, he gave away all his wealth to speak out for the people. This is a perfect character!"

In fact, there have been cases of super-rich people running for office with their own money, but those are just wealthy people who can spend tens of millions of dollars as if it were nothing.

Brian is different. Everyone knows his background: his parents were blue-collar workers, he was a low-level police officer, and he spent decades climbing up the ranks from the bottom.

For Brian, tens of millions of dollars is his entire fortune, which naturally makes him more likely to gain the trust of the grassroots people!

Richard added:

"Actually, Mr. Representative still has many natural allies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. For example, if Theodore wants to run for mayor, the incumbent mayor must be very unhappy!"

"That's right." Brian had completely calmed down.

"The current mayor, Manteson, has always been at odds with Theodore; he must be furious right now."

Doug nodded repeatedly.

Both of them are political elites, which is a very simple principle. It's just that the blow they just received was too great, and they didn't react for a moment.

Give them some time, and they'll definitely figure it out.

However, Doug was still very surprised that Richard had hit the nail on the head so quickly.

No wonder the boss likes this young man; he's so calm at such a young age, which is very rare.

Brian followed Richard's line of thought and analyzed:

"And then there's Warren Carter. There are plenty of people eyeing the HHS Deputy Secretary position; I won't let him get away with it!"

Doug got involved:

"Max Conway is under a lot of pressure too. He's the first vice president of the PBA union and a member of the executive committee. I don't believe they're not interested in the union presidency."

"And Magnus..."

"If we keep them all busy, our stress will decrease."

Richard smiled.

The real world is a never-ending competitive game.

The balancing system will always match each person with an opponent of similar strength.

As long as you dare to initiate a team fight, the enemy's opponents will automatically spawn.

Once the traitors are given their own enemies, Brian's only real rival is left: Marty Hayes.

With a plan of action in hand, Brian immediately regained his fighting spirit:

"We need to adjust our publicity strategy."

"My first step is to mortgage all the assets, keeping the process strictly confidential. Once the loans are secured, we'll start advertising! Then we'll return all the money we raised and change our slogan to: I don't take anyone's money; I'm just speaking up for you."

"The second step is to maintain a tough image, even if I wear eyeliner. This is a tough persona I've had for decades, and I can't change it. I need to crack down on gang crime more severely and resolutely, and show a firmer stance on the BG Gang and Ghost Gang to salvage my image."

"Step three..."

"Step four..."

Doug quickly took notes.

"Finally, I'm ready..." Brian said through gritted teeth.

"Speak to Alger."

Doug's expression changed slightly; Brian had actually managed to do this.

Brian's rise to prominence back then was mainly due to Theodore and Alger.

Alger, known as the "King of New York," was the governor of New York State. His ancestors and father were both governors of New York State, and he himself also served as a New York State senator.

The Vaughn family has been operating in New York State for decades, with an incredibly complex and intricate network of relationships.

Back then, it was with the strong support of Alger and Theodore that Bryan was able to obtain enough political resources and support to be successfully elected as a member of the House of Representatives.

"Alger..." Doug glanced at Richard and said cautiously:

"Alger's requirements will be very demanding."

Brian was under immense psychological pressure.

Alger is a madman who fights purely for money and power; drugs, arms, organ trafficking, real estate, farms—there's nothing he won't do.

Over nearly a century of development, the Vaughn family has accumulated thousands of hectares of land in various counties under New York State, engaging in everything from dairy farms and fruit and vegetable farms to forest farms.

Thousands of workers and farmers have lived in these places for generations, serving the Vaughn family for three generations with extreme loyalty, comparable to private soldiers in feudal times.

The Vaughn family’s massive private estate is located on the banks of the Hudson River, covering thousands of acres and featuring extensive woodlands, private waterways, and a cluster of detached buildings. It employs dedicated butlers and maintenance teams, making it far superior to a small estate like Brian’s.

Alger's style of doing things was extremely bold, even reckless. Brian was afraid that Alger would implicate him, so after being elected as a congressman, he tried to keep his distance from Alger, which made Alger unhappy.

"There's no other way." Brian took a deep breath.

Doug closed his notebook:

"OK, I'll contact Alger's assistant to see if Alger can schedule some time soon."

Brian ignored the banquet, said goodbye to Richard, and hurriedly left through the back door with Doug.

Since the decision to make changes has been made, it should be done as soon as possible; time is running out.

Doug drove, while Brian sat quietly in the back, watching the scenery flash by outside the window.

A new war has begun, and it will be an even more brutal battle.

What does money matter? As long as I can climb higher, I will definitely earn back the wealth I've lost tenfold or a hundredfold!

Marty, Theodore, Max, Magnus, Warren Carter, you will all pay the price. No one can betray me without paying the price!

Everyone thinks I'm going to die of old age, but I will outlive all of you.

Moreover, you have no idea what kind of person is standing behind me!

He believed that when he faced a desperate situation again, as long as he demonstrated investment value, his owner would still provide support, though at a cost.

For the sake of longevity, any price is acceptable!

The higher you climb, the more support your owner gives you.

He had no doubt about it.

Now that he is a congressman, his master can help him extend his life by ten to twenty years.

What if I became a senator?

Where is the governor?

Even the highest position!

How dare you threaten my children...

Brian remained expressionless, the ruthlessness he had developed from his days as a low-level cop returned to him, as if he were back in those days struggling on the dark streets of New York.

You big shots who were born with a silver spoon in your mouth will never understand that being a corrupt cop isn't so easy!

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When Richard returned to the banquet, he found that everyone's gaze towards him had changed, from indifference and contempt to fawning, envy, and jealousy.

All kinds of shapes and sizes.

The news of Christina taking on apprentices has already spread.

Richard was too lazy to stay any longer; he had already finished what he needed to do that day.

As he was about to leave, he noticed Flint chatting with Helen and Adrian Marlowe.

"Hey, Mr. Marlowe, this is my student Helen. She is very talented and hopes to have more internship opportunities."

Adrian Marlowe returned the favor:

"Of course, no problem!"

It was Flint's recommendation that led him to meet Christina, and she even recommended Richard for a part-time job.

Richard is Christina's beloved student; with him around, there will be plenty of opportunities to interact with Christina in the future.

Adrian Marlowe's face lit up with a smile the moment he saw Richard:

"Richard, congratulations on getting into the cell laboratory and working under Ms. Shepard. It's the dream of countless geniuses!"

Richard humbly replied:

"I'm just a high school student. I'll just be killing lab rats and washing test tubes and stuff."

Everyone laughed.

"I'd be willing to do even washing test tubes," Dominic joked.

Richard glanced at him and chuckled:

"Professor Calderson is also a respectable mentor."

Richard's tone was teasing, which everyone could understand, but nobody cared.

In this country, the winner takes all, and the successful are assumed to have the right to punish the losers.

Richard's teacher was Christina, while Dominic's teacher was Calderson; this illustrates the difference in their abilities.

Caldersen himself is not an academician, while Richard's seniors include so many Ivy League academicians and even Nobel laureates!

This is an academic resource that everyone envies.

If Richard can smoothly complete his doctoral studies, he will naturally have a powerful support team.

If Christina were willing to allocate some resources to support Richard, even if Richard were a complete idiot, she could still groom him into a tenured professor at an Ivy League university.

Why are you so vengeful? I only chatted with you for a couple of minutes! Dominic felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He should have known better than to offend this guy.

Richard smiled and noticed Helen's uncomfortable expression.

"Helen, shall I take you home?"

Helen breathed a sigh of relief:

"Okay, okay!"

This environment made her very uncomfortable.

In her view, now that she had secured a job at the forensic office, today's matter was over.

Everyone was secretly surprised.

When a woman agrees to let a man take her home, what happens next is implicitly accepted.

Dominic was heartbroken, but dared not say a word.