My American magical life
Chapter 1103: 134: MAGA What, Private! For! Gateway! Counting!

Chapter 1103: Chapter 134: MAGA What, Private! For! Gateway! Counting!

“OK, thank you, thank you, Professor Schneider, thank you for your interpretation.”

FOX TV, the host had just concluded a call with lip-reading expert Professor Schneider.

“Everyone heard Professor Schneider’s interpretation, and to ensure accuracy, we’ve invited the renowned lip-reading master from the United Kingdom, Patrick.

Mr. Patrick, what do you think of Professor Schneider’s analysis?”

American TV knows how to make a scene like this, with two of the three Democratic Party leaders whispering, and FOX immediately launching a live lip-reading session on TV.

When it comes to watching the drama, people all over the world are pretty much the same. The ratings for the lip-reading analysis show have been climbing, and the host has received permission from the channel director—he’s going to drag it out and boost the ratings even more!

“Uh, I agree with the first part of the interpretation, but I have a slightly different take on what Black Satan said to Nanxi in the latter part.”

Patrick adjusted his glasses confidently, speaking to the camera.

“Oh? A different take?” the host asked.

“Yes, it seems that Black Satan might have mentioned Javier, he responded to Ms. Nanxi, ‘Javier could be the most suitable choice, and everyone can accept that.'”

To the majority of FOX viewers, Patrick’s words seemed a bit abstract.

Who is Javier?

“You mean Javier Becerra? The current Attorney General of California?”

As a lip-reading expert from Britain, Patrick had prepared thoroughly for his FOX debut, casually recalling Javier’s resume.

“Yes, Mr. Javier served as a Congressman for more than twenty years, representing San Rodolfo, and has long been an aide to Ms. Nanxi on Capitol Hill.

His unique resume also includes being the first Hispanic member of the fundraising committee, the first Hispanic Democratic Party caucus chairman (the Democratic House’s third-in-command), and the first Hispanic Attorney General.”

The host sensed something intriguing.

Hispanic—Western descendant, a product of identity politics, but the cleverness of Javier’s resume isn’t just that.

“Wait, if I’m not mistaken, moving from caucus chairman to Attorney General, does that mean?”

Isn’t it a demotion!

Patrick nodded with a smile and said.

“Yes, you guessed it, I don’t understand what Black Satan meant by ‘everyone can accept,’ but clearly, Javier is not a hotshot at the moment.”

Not a hotshot indeed, as the civil rights Progressive Faction’s progressive agenda keeps evolving.

In the past, minorities could all ‘progress.’

Now, with updates to versions.

There are ranks among minorities, with gender offering extra points.

Javier’s identity as a Western descendant, with his white male appearance, is no longer advantageous in the current version.

Moreover, as a senior politician, he’s almost at the age of either being promoted or retiring, making him Attorney General is actually his last position before retirement.

“So, Mr. Patrick, can we understand it as the two Democratic leaders deciding to give Javier a new appointment because he is ‘most suitable’ and ‘acceptable to all parties’?”

Having deciphered this through lip-reading, the host was practically dizzy with excitement.

One is the forty-fourth Great Commander, the other the King of Capitol Hill in the Democratic Party, a slight conspiracy between Nanxi and Black Satan is a shocking revelation!

“That’s my interpretation, host.” Patrick calmly and confidently answered.

My lip-reading interpretation is guaranteed accurate!

“So, what might this new appointment for Javier be exactly?” the host further asked.

“Governor! I guess it’s Governor, because Nanxi mentioned Niusen earlier in the conversation.

Of course, it could also be Lieutenant Governor, since the current California Lieutenant Governor was groomed during Black Satan’s time.” Patrick said in a tone full of insinuation.

Oh heavens, he only mentioned the answer with the most comments, that’s all.

After all, this is a television program, and Patrick’s attendance was to boost his fame in America.

In this age where entertainment dominates, how can you not go for the hype?

But neither Patrick nor the host expected them to skip all wrong options and guess the truth right away!

Jennifer noticed Niusen’s unnatural expression and wisely pressed the mute button in time.

The TV went silent, but Niusen still stared blankly at the TV screen, eyes void of any light.

If the god of fate really exists, then Niusen must be one of the unluckiest little folks under his control.

“Dear, you know how TV show hosts are, none of what they say is believable.”

Jenny gently pressed her husband’s arm, comforting him.

Niusen shook his head, got up, and walked out the door. He was so dazed he even forgot to wear his shoes until his assistant reminded him.

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“Your car is nice, Chan, same model as mine, maybe you could run for Great Commander someday.”

Sitting next to Mr. Cheng, the Great Commander spoke with a hint.

Kid, you’re quite bold.

“Not the same model, mine is newly customized, a bit better than yours, sir.”

Cheng Daqi replied, refusing to yield, blocking the Great Commander’s remark.

This is the charm of a capitalist country, where for someone like Mr. Cheng, who is deeply involved in America’s agenda games, the Great Commander is just a stage puppet.

It belongs to being an American Doll.