My American magical life
Chapter 607 - 607 102 Candidates from Both Parties Will Kneel and Kiss My Boots 9162 Not Misleading Readers!_3

607: Chapter 102: Candidates from Both Parties Will Kneel and Kiss My Boots (9162 Not Misleading Readers!)_3 607: Chapter 102: Candidates from Both Parties Will Kneel and Kiss My Boots (9162 Not Misleading Readers!)_3 The voter base is a very abstract thing because it’s a multi-dimensional thing.

Geographical dimensions, economic dimensions, cultural and belief dimensions, etc., it’s quite complex.

Clearly, Cort hadn’t figured out this complicated issue yet.

“Didn’t you tell me before that we could try targeting a few economically devastated districts?”

Seeing the old veteran with the golden hair not quite on board, CEO Cheng didn’t beat around the bush and started explaining directly.

“It’s possible but not enough, Cort, America’s electoral system has undergone many new changes in these past decades.

Campaigning in the districts only requires money, which I can help you with.

But that could only get you a seat in the House of Representatives.

It can’t guarantee you’ll keep it, so we need to design something beneficial to the election.

For example, tonight we are here distributing things, afterward, we upload the video, and naturally, your discussion will rise.

Guess what that topic will be related to.”

“Kindness?”

“No, it’s about the homeless, about vagrants.

You used to be a vagrant, and America still doesn’t even have a single member of Congress representing the interests of the homeless.

You can be the first!”

“But…

Cheng, you know, I never liked my life as a vagrant.

There’s nothing beautiful about such suffering.

Suffering is just suffering.

I can use it for campaigning, but I don’t want to remember it.

Can you understand me?”

“I can, but do you want to go further?”

Scott fell silent.

The opportunity was right in front of him, but just like countless others facing opportunities they couldn’t grasp, Cort was extremely conflicted.

He was willing to try his hand at politics, but he wasn’t too keen on being tied to the word ‘vagrant.’

“Cheng, vagrants belong to scattered districts.

Their power is too fragmented to become…”

CEO Cheng scoffed and interrupted the naive boy.

“Cort, you’re a high school graduate.

What do you know?

America’s electoral system has three levels.

The first level is the super elections, which is the competition for the Great Commander’s position.

The second level is the Senate elections, which need internal compromises in each state, and every senator is a power animal.

The third level is for those Representatives, hundreds of them, with even shorter terms, scattered and with not much power.

But there’s always some Representatives who become the darlings of Capitol Hill.

Guess why?”

“Why?”

“Because they can influence the competition for the Great Commander’s position!

In every general election, there’s a limited number of people participating in the voting for the Great Commander.

But, Cort, if you can unite the homeless to vote for one side, you would become one of the most important Representatives on Capitol Hill.”

Scott understood and replied hesitantly.

“Cheng, the homeless prefer the Democratic Party because the Democratic Party gives them money and stuff, and I, along with…”

“Buddy, these people can’t even figure out what twelve times seven equals.

What you’re saying doesn’t matter.

Besides, at the right time, you can completely switch sides.

It has happened before between both parties.

Being a swing Representative actually gives you more chips to bargain with!”

The golden-haired veteran fell silent, hanging his head, seemingly reflecting on something.

CEO Cheng was stunned for a moment and then asked in astonishment.

“Fak, don’t tell me you can’t calculate it either!”

The blond veteran scratched his head and replied with an embarrassed smile.

“Cheng, there’s another issue.

You talked to me before about only by having more children can our America stay great, a viewpoint that you, I, and Wolf all strongly agree with.

From this point of view, we can’t cooperate with the Democratic Party, can we?”

Cheng Daqi’s expression became slightly solemn, but he replied without much hesitation.

“Buddy, you’re overthinking it, hesitating, lacking decisiveness.

There are not so many rules in the world.

As long as we don’t break the rules, switching allegiances is just a matter of choice.

You need to climb a bit higher first to change something.

Talking about this now is too premature.”

People’s thoughts can change.

In CEO Cheng’s view, Wolf has already started promoting this genocidal policy (newcomer legislators need more extreme viewpoints), and his MAS is subconsciously shifting towards the Republican Party, at least when it comes to the anti-abortion stance.

As a butterfly with somewhat sturdy wings, he doesn’t fret about whether Cort can help him inject a toxic sting into America.

“So, what I have to do is to secure the homeless as a voter base and then hold these votes as my bargaining chip?”

“Didn’t expect a math genius to actually figure out this problem.

Cort, you’ve impressed me.”

“Ha, I’m just a little sentimental.

Serving, being cuckolded, wandering, and now I’m actually going into politics, and as a homeless politician at that, it’s too surreal.”

Patting Cort on the shoulder, CEO Cheng walked towards his girlfriend.

His voice trailed off into the distance, leaving Cort stunned.

“Cort, do a good job, and when you can bring in a hundred thousand votes for a Great Commander candidate, DC will fall at your feet, candidates from both parties will kneel down to kiss my boots, and of course, yours too.”

Scott didn’t understand America; he just felt that Cheng Daqi was bluffing.

(The circle indicates the girl with a lucky smile belonging to the California Clique, a woman who once served as America’s temporary Great Commander—though only for a few hours.)