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

Chapter 112 We won!

At the same time, in Boston, the situation gradually became clearer.

After a protracted struggle lasting more than a month, the voting day finally arrived on the second Saturday of October.

Because the two sides had been locked in a fierce battle for a long time, their respective voters had already made their choices, so the voting day went smoothly.

Everyone votes individually, and then the results are checked in the evening; that's roughly the process.

However, from the perspective of those involved, the whole process was still full of twists and turns.

Lowell's popularity was fueled by his base, which kept his vote share high and even gave him the illusion of winning.

Lowell even wore a custom-made campaign suit to campaign for his dad, but he accidentally wandered into a Black community and almost got beaten up again.

Overall, the WASP was very united, and Lowell received every vote she was entitled to.

On Joseph's side, he was indeed not as good as Lowell at first, and his vote share was once behind.

But in the afternoon, as it was nearing the end of the workday, a huge crowd surged in and headed to the various polling stations in the 10th electoral district.

This situation is not hard to understand. Lowell's supporters are mostly well-off Onsa individuals, the vast majority of whom are middle class or above, living very respectable lives. They can sleep in late, enjoy a delicious milk and bread meal, watch a 25-cent movie, and then leisurely go to vote—all within their time constraints.

On the other hand, Joseph's supporters were mostly immigrants, with the remainder being of Irish descent.

For these people, life is not a source of enjoyment at all, but an endless war.

The men were busy going to work in the morning, and the women were busy with their own work. Only after finishing their work for the day could they come to vote in the afternoon.

Even so, it was only after the big boss, Lomasny, personally negotiated with the factory owner that they obtained it.

But no matter what, what was bound to happen has happened.

And so, in the last two hours, a steady stream of votes were cast for Joseph Sr. and for Kennedy.

At 6 p.m., all polling stations in the 10th electoral district closed on time, and the vote counting began immediately in the presence of the campaign committee and both teams.

Around midnight that night, Joseph Sr. received the news through his team that he had won with 58.4% of the vote!

Of course, this is just a rumor, and it will take another 3-7 days to get official confirmation from the campaign committee.

Nevertheless, the Kennedy family was immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Old Joseph, in a fit of pity, gave each of the family's servants a special bonus of 100 dollars, and also gave his children considerable rewards.

My brother-in-law got a villa in Florida, and supposedly you can see Cuban girls' breasts from the balcony.

This made the brother-in-law extremely happy; Cuban girls are wonderful!

They may be a bit dark-skinned, but they're all full of energy and have incredibly long legs. Who wouldn't be mesmerized by that?

Gia also got a villa, located on a hot spring in Georgia. However, compared to her brother-in-law's villa, Gia's villa is slightly inferior. The location is not good, and the project is still under development. If she wants to move in, she will need to renovate it again.

Joseph traveled around a lot in the past few years. After making money in the stock market, he became optimistic about real estate and invested in various places all over the country, some in land and some in houses.

As for Luther, Joseph Sr. didn't give him a house, but instead awarded him a $2 bonus, which was a rare and generous gesture.

The remaining ones are Johnny Kennedy Jr. and Catherine, but since they are too young, they are not included in the discussion.

In the evening, after dinner, Luther was summoned for a talk by old Joseph, as was his custom.

Upon entering the room, old Joseph had a servant make coffee, then smiled and said to Luther:

"Luther, you've published such an excellent newspaper, why didn't you tell me?"

Old Joseph's tone held a hint of reproach, but more than anything, it was one of relief and joy.

If it weren't for the efforts of "New Youth" magazine, he would almost certainly have lost to Lowell, since Lowell was richer and more powerful.

The sudden appearance of "New Youth" disrupted this balance, and Hemingway's two consecutive reports helped Joseph Sr. win this election battle.

Luther smiled and said, "Joseph, running a newspaper isn't exactly a sophisticated thing these days. We founded 'New Youth' simply because a group of young people who didn't want to waste their time got together to do something meaningful. It just so happened that Gia was giving a speech, and we were just giving a voice to the people of Boston."

Old Joseph nodded, pointed to one of the articles, and asked:

"This article was written by this man named Hemingway. Could I transfer him to be my personal secretary?"

"He admires Lenin and the Soviet Union."

"Never mind then." Old Joseph shook his head and immediately rejected his suggestion.

He originally wanted New Youth to do a few more interviews with him, but Luther felt it was best to stop there, because this time he was just a congressman, and if old Joseph was really determined to go into politics, he had a long road ahead of him.

Even if you have a strategy, you can't use it all at once. He nodded, completely agreeing with Luther's point of view.

"By the way," Luther suddenly remembered something and asked Joseph, "Mr. Joseph, you're likely to be elected. What are your plans afterward?"

Old Joseph took a sip of coffee: "The plan? The plan is to keep going and run for the next senator."

“That’s not what I meant. I meant your promises to the voters,” Luther reminded him.

"I'll do my best." Old Joseph lost all interest and was ready to kick him out.

Seeing this, Luther didn't say anything more, then turned and left to play with little Kennedy in the yard.

It was a rare night; the Kennedy family's house was brightly lit and filled with joy. On such a day, anything was permitted.

Ruth helped her brother-in-law home after he got drunk, and then the doors and windows were locked, and no one knows what he did there.

Luther searched around and finally found Gia in the room. She had changed into a white dress and her light-colored hair was draped over her waist.

"What are you doing?"

"Of course I'm packing my things, books and clothes. I'm going back to school, Luther."

Gia turned around and looked at Luther in front of her, her eyes flashing with a hint of tenderness.

"Will you take me there?"

"Have you finally made up your mind?"

Gia nodded: "You're right. Many problems in life disappear the moment you decide to face them. I walked out of Wellesley, and I will walk into it myself. I will face everything."

"That's good. If you run into trouble, come find William and then call me."

"I will," Jia nodded.