A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 462 Election Day

"Mr. Rothstein, Charlie Luciano would like to see you."

In the activity room, Rothstein was playing pool alone, leaning over to take aim, and the cue stick hit the white cue ball accurately.

"Let him in."

After a while, after Luciano came in from outside, the butler outside closed the door.

"Rothstein, I'm done visiting Frankie Yale."

"Oh, our friend who just came back from Chicago, what did he say?"

Luciano looked at Rothstein who made consecutive holes-in-one and praised:

"Your level is still so high."

Rothstein nodded.

"So, did he say who instigated him?"

"Rothstein, you know, people like Frankie never shed tears without seeing the coffin. He insisted that he was just visiting a friend."

After speaking, Luciano pointed his finger at his head and continued:
"Whoever benefits is the one who did it, whether he admits it or not."

Rothstein put down the club in his hand, stood there thinking for a while and then said:
"I understand, Charlie, please go one more time and help me settle an account."

"Of course, Rothstein, I'm sorry for your loss."

……

"Election season is upon us again, Dad, and here is a list of all the politicians we support and their corresponding funding accounts."

After reading the list and account details Hans brought, Arthur frowned.

"Is your sister planning to run for President of the United States?"

Hans knew what Arthur meant, but he just smiled helplessly and said:

"Becky is bound to win this time, so the budget will naturally be higher. Do we need to let her cut some?"

"There is no need to chop her down. I'm just a little worried that this will be a point for others to attack her. After all, this amount of campaign funds is still a bit exaggerated." Arthur said.

"There is no need to worry about this. Father, there will be no problem with the accounts we make. I will distribute these donated campaign funds to all our cooperative enterprises and personal donations. No matter who comes to check, they will be impeccable." Hans said confidently, after all, he had been influenced by Mr. Strauss since he was a child.

Although he was very relieved about Hans' work in this area, after all, this was his eldest daughter's first election, and Betsy also valued it very much, so Arthur still paid more attention to it.

"I think there should be no problem in building momentum. Several of our own newspapers and radio stations have already said hello. However, I heard that her opponent this time is a difficult guy?"

"Yes." Hans nodded and said:
"Witt Floyd, a former U.S. Attorney's Office, and Justice Kenan Lucas has been helping him stand up recently..."

"Kernan Lucas? Hey, I have dealt with this guy. He used to be the chairman of the investigation committee against me. Is he now the chief justice?" Arthur asked with a smile.

Hans didn't know that Arthur and Lucas had such a connection, but judging from the meaning of Arthur's words, this guy seemed to be quite powerful?Otherwise, how could he become a justice in the end if he had targeted his father?

"Yes, the justice is fine. Apart from helping Freud stand up, it doesn't have much effect. It's just that compared to Betsy, Wert Freud's resume is very beautiful. This is That’s why he’s going to be Betsy’s main rival,” Hans said.

In this regard, Arthur has no good solution. After all, this is the first time for a woman to stand for election after she gained the right to vote. Betsy's resume is not good, which is inevitable. As a woman running for election, she already has an inherent advantage over female voters.

"Well, you and I will go to Betsy's campaign headquarters later."

……

"Remember to ask Governor Edward." Thompson adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror.

Behind him, his butler said with an expression of embarrassment:

"He cannot attend."

"I know, but this doesn't stop you from trying harder and doing your best." With that said, Thompson threw aside the green tie in his hand, put on a red one and gestured in front of his chest.

"Can't believe they voted for this Democrat moron."

Listening to Thompson's complaints, butler Eddie felt that it was better not to make any comments, so he continued:
"I reserved suites for Senator Aiji and Mayor Frank..."

"We want the highest level of treatment!" Thompson emphasized.

"Especially Edge. Pass me that pair of shoes next to you."

"Which pair?"

Thompson didn't answer, but looked at the butler with the expression of "Look at my outfit, don't you know which pair I want?"

"Remember, prepare a bigger room for Ed and meet all his requirements. He is the key to the road construction funds I need, which is almost $3000 million."

"Ok."

"Election Day is coming soon, Eddie. If you control Atlantic City, you control Atlantic County, and if you control Atlantic County..."

"Just control New Jersey, Nucky, I understand."

Thompson sat down on the bed and watched Eddie get the leather shoes of the correct color and kneel in front of him to put them on for him.

"Want to bet? Eddie, I can definitely get a share of the money."

What is 'a cup of soup'?Eddie looked up at Thompson in confusion.

"Don't you have pie in Germany? That's one way of saying it, Eddie."

"I think there's only gruel in the concentration camps, Nucky."

"..." Thompson said somewhat speechlessly:
"Okay, in short, arrange a good-looking girl for each of them."

……

coffee shop.

"Jimmy, how about coming to work for me?" Geraint asked with a smile.

"Huh? Are you serious?"

Jimmy looked seriously at Geraint, who was sitting opposite him and holding a coffee cup.

"You lost your job because of me, didn't you? And obviously, you need a job now, haven't you forgotten, you still owe Thompson three thousand dollars." As he said, Geraint put an envelope full of money. On the table.

"what is this?"

"open to take a look."

Jimmy took the envelope and opened it. It was filled with banknotes, which looked like almost ten thousand dollars.

"I won't betray Nucky, if that's what you want..."

"Huh? Jimmy, Mr. Thompson is our collaborator, so where does betrayal begin? And this money is not your salary, it is just the remuneration you deserve from the previous batch of goods in Chicago." Geraint laughed said.

To be honest, Jimmy was a little shocked to see so much money.

"What if I refuse to work for you?"

"Ah, you might have to give me the envelope back then."

"Okay, so what is my job?"

"In layman terms, you can call yourself a bodyguard, driver, or errand boy. To put it more nicely, you can call yourself a deputy?"

(End of this chapter)