I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 110 Daughter of Boston

Lighthouse Hill, 9 Louisburg Place.

The large study was in complete disarray. The desk lamp was broken, books were scattered everywhere, and torn newspapers were strewn all over the room, clearly indicating that someone had just lost their temper.

At this moment, Lowell II was like an enraged brown bear. He first circled around, then grabbed a copy of "New Youth" and began hurling insults at his campaign team:

"Trash! A bunch of trash! You can't even get a simple task done properly. Now tell me, where did these reports come from?"

The subordinates looked embarrassed and lowered their heads in shame, not daring to meet his gaze.

Originally, Lowell was supposed to be able to kill Kennedy in one fell swoop, which would have allowed Gia to give her speech, but the whole situation has become unpredictable again.

In the Jewish community, at least a third of them changed their stance and said they would support Kennedy.

The Italian community suddenly turned against him, refusing to acknowledge the previously agreed-upon terms and instead fervently supporting Kennedy.

Even Slavic prostitutes, who are usually apolitical, are now openly supporting Kennedy.

Throughout Boston, the voices were in support of Gia, while no one mentioned him or Joseph Sr.

This is truly unbelievable!

How can you not be angry when something like this happens?

That is, it is now 1927. The Lowell family has already given up their ways and become civilized people. If it were 200 years ago, these guys would have been skinned alive.

The next moment, one of the aides stepped forward. His name was Robert, Lowell's distant nephew. He had just graduated from Harvard this year and then joined Lowell's team to participate in the campaign.

I thought this would be a good job, the kind I could put on my resume, but who knew it would start off badly.

"Mr. Lowell, we have done as you instructed, contacting all the newspapers in Boston, even the church newspapers..."

"Oh, really? Then Robert, tell me where this damn 'New Youth' came from?"

Robert hesitated for a long time before slowly explaining:

"According to my investigation, this is a newspaper that was only established in the last few months, and it's not under our jurisdiction. I thought..."

"Don't be so arrogant!" Lowell was furious and slapped him across the face, causing it to swell immediately. "What do you mean it's not our business?!"

"I......"

He pointed outside the door: "Now! Find out right now what kind of background this newspaper has!"

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While Lowell was furious, a completely different scene was unfolding on the other side of Boston.

Thanks to the latest issue of New Youth magazine, more and more Bostonians learned about Gia's speech at City Hall.

To be precise, this was not an ordinary speech; it was a clear political signal: it meant that immigrants at the bottom of society were beginning to realize the problem and the root of their predicament. Under Gia's guidance, they cast aside the superficial and went straight to the essence.

Early in the morning, Federal Avenue was packed with people.

Men in filthy work clothes, women in aprons holding their children, young people unable to find work, dockworkers who have just lost their jobs...

At that moment, everyone took to the streets, holding up signs of all shapes and sizes, and shouting with all their might.

They were so angry and so energetic that the veins in their necks bulged and their foreheads were covered in sweat.

Faced with this century-long injustice, no one can truly remain calm.

Anger destroys everything, but anger can also bring everything back to life.

"We need to work!! We need food! We need to survive!"

"We are Americans, Boston is our home! Fuck Onsa!"

"My mother died, maybe yesterday, maybe the day before yesterday, I can't remember."

"Eliminate racial discrimination! All people should be equal!"

"Following God's will: Please vote for Kennedy!"

"Eliminate inequality, eliminate racial discrimination, eliminate all evil!"

More benefits! More relief! More opportunities!

"Support Kennedy! Support Joseph! Support Gia!"

Among the crowd, Daniel was also holding up a sign with a strange Chinese phrase written in English. He had asked a Chinese student named Lin Yutang to write it. The sign read: "The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise; in the year of Jiazi, all under Heaven will be blessed."

Why look for Lin Yutang?

Because this student named Lin Yutang was also from Harvard, and was Daniel's junior, and because Luther had been teaching John F. Kennedy Jr. Chinese, he suddenly became interested in Chinese as well.

On a nearby high-rise building, war correspondent Ernest Hemingway had half his body hanging over the balcony, holding a camera in a very dangerous pose.

Click!

With the sound of a camera shutter clicking, the material for the next news story is ready.

Initially, the march only had a few hundred people, but as these infectious slogans were shouted, many passersby along Federal Avenue put down what they were carrying and joined the procession without hesitation.

By the time the procession reached the end of Union Avenue, near Boston City Hall, the parade, which was originally planned to have only a few thousand participants, had grown to tens of thousands.

Looking around, the entire square was filled with angry crowds, raising their fists and venting their pent-up frustrations from the past few years, their voices shaking the heavens.

Hemingway sighed, raised his camera, and took a few more pictures.

"To be honest, Luther, I like this kind of scene, passionate and violent, that's how life should be."

"Stop, Ernest," Luther shook his head and immediately slammed on the brakes. "I know what you're trying to say. You admire the Soviet Union, where the whole country is united and working together with all its might. That does sound very bright and appealing."

"Then why can't we do it?" Hemingway asked sullenly, putting away his camera.

He longed for the Soviet Union, or at least admired it. If he hadn't gotten married in the United States and hadn't been working there, he definitely would have gone to the Soviet Union.

Luther sighed, "Ernest, because we're in America."

"Haha! The problem is still America, isn't it?"

This guy is rebellious by nature, so the newspapers can't write about him; Luther can only let him vent his frustrations verbally.

Soon, under immense pressure, Mayor Nichols had to step forward to appease the angry crowd. He promised to increase benefits, reduce working hours, and even raise wages. However, he didn't make any definitive statements, only telling everyone that the specific details still needed to be discussed with the union and management, and that everyone's unanimous agreement was required.

This seemingly calm and measured statement not only failed to work, but further enraged the workers, who then threw bananas, stones, and other objects at them, creating chaos on the scene.

Finally, old Joseph and Gia stood up and promised that if elected, they would strongly promote the new pay bill. Only then did the angry crowd disperse, and the city hall was spared from being attacked. However, Nielkos was not grateful to old Joseph.

But Joseph Sr.'s approval rating increased as a result.

After this battle, Gia earned a title, and everyone called her: Boston's Daughter.

P.S.: Have a great weekend, everyone! Thanks for voting and reading these past few days. Some friends asked about the release date; barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should be next week. I'll allow the author to update some more free chapters. I'll write slowly, and you can enjoy reading at your leisure.