After taking a deep and nervous breath, everyone began to give speeches one by one, and began a series of self-promotion and boasting.
"I am Duncan, representing the State of Kansas, and I am representing everyone who needs reform..."
"George Chandler is your most loyal spokesperson, and I promise to hear your voices..."
"Do you know what my daily nightmare is? That is, Seattle's employment rate has declined for 18 consecutive months!!"
At the beginning of each person's speech, the employees of the "Leadership Institute" class below will put their hands on the lamp switches with a cold expression on their faces.
Of course, there are not many people who really pressed down. Seven, five, eight... The scores in the first minute before everyone started to speak were almost their final scores. The number of lights on was horrible, and the best was Kent. Colonel, ten of the fifty-two lamps are a breakthrough in double digits.
These employees are closest to the attitude of ordinary voters, and are the most representative, but they are also extremely demanding.
Joe Wilson and Bill, the head of the Leadership Institute, both shook their heads.
"The candidates for this term don't seem to have much potential. I am afraid that the Republican Party will seize this opportunity to expand." Bill sighed with a wry smile, Joe Wilson just frowned and was silent.
You must know that this seemingly trivial ceremony is actually a tradition of the Democratic Party here. Every candidate has to go through this period. The staff of the "Leadership Institute" have all seen the world, if they can be in front of them. If you show your own charisma with ease, then what difficulties you will face later will not be difficult.
The average score over the past few decades is nine, and the number of lights obtained in history is the largest number of lights in 1978 Bill Clinton, when the 32-year-old "young man" running for the Arkansas state received unprecedented Thirty-five lamps can be said to be the legendary page of the "Leadership Institute".
Finally it was the last one, Huang Wendao, who was also the least favored, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and read the content of his speech silently, then slowly walked to the stage and looked down the stage. The dozens of people looked at Yang Can, and finally hesitated. Is he really going to follow Xiao Yang's request
Huang Wendao has always done everything well. After weighing it, he finally rejected the idea in his heart. He still followed the way of Professor Joe Wilson's speech, adjusted his body forward 15 degrees, and started his speech at a standard speech speed:
"Good afternoon everyone, I'm Huang from Chinatown in San Francisco..."
No matter how hard Huang Wendao worked on the podium, how his mouth foamed, his calm and fluent, and his "posture" were standard, the people below seemed to be dispirited, and none of the fifty-two lights turned on, letting everyone present All seemed a little surprised.
In the next three minutes of the children's speech, only a poor light came on, and that was the only Chinese employee.
Both Xue Qiyuan and Grispi sank to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. They even forgot where they should applaud. They didn't expect Huang Wendao's approval rate to be so low.
Yang Can lit a cigarette next to him and shook his head unconsciously. Huang Wendao still didn't believe in himself. Joe Wilson's set was not suitable for him at all. He was too restrained and needed a public attitude to release his body energy. Rather than this popular calm routine.
The audience Joe Wilson and Bill sighed unconsciously and wrote a training evaluation manual in their notebooks. This comment relates to the degree of support within the Democratic Party for these people in the future.
But at this moment, Huang Wendao stopped suddenly. Everyone couldn't help but looked at him "confusedly". Yang Can was relieved when he saw his consciousness. This old Huang was finally ready to press I just instructed to fight back.
Seeing the gentle and elegant Huang Wendao, he removed his tie knot, loosened his collar, and tilted his body forward. His eyes became frantic, and his tone and volume were greatly improved. Waving vigorously:
"I may face strong opposition~ My opponent says I am a Chinese~ Can’t represent the masses! But it’s okay~ Because in their opinion~ The Chinese are not Americans, and all of you will be like the KKK in the 1960s. "Lose" judge the essence of a person!
But I can tell them~~The future of Los Angeles lies in your choice~not in them~I want to warn them today, because next month, I want to let them know that they are authentic Americans like you who do not need to judge by skin. Beat them! "
From the voice, the posture, the intonation, to the clothes, nothing is correct. It's too exciting! Joe Wilson stood up with anger.
As a public acting skill, one should undoubtedly have a personal style, but it must be built on a considerable basis. Huang Wendao’s current behavior is equivalent to a child who has not learned how to walk, but suddenly starts to run at a speed of 100 meters. Only self-defeating!
But just before the big man's "idiot" hadn't been scolded, he suddenly saw a light in the audience come on, and he was taken aback for a moment, then another, the third...
In the last thirty seconds, all seven lights were on unknowingly. Huang Wendao's final score was eight lights, which made Joe Wilson, who wanted to scold someone, froze.
At the end of the speech, no one applauded. Only Colonel Kent was the first to congratulate Huang Wendao. Only then were a few sparsely crowded people.
Everyone on the campaign team was greatly relieved and clapped each other's hands. Fortunately, it was not too bad to mix up the middle and upper grades.
In addition to them, some people present including Joe Wilson had a strange feeling in their hearts. It is said that the results of the eight lights are not worth mentioning, but the seven lights are in the last thirty seconds. Lit...
This not only subverted the golden fourteen seconds principle, but also subverted Joe Wilson's common sense.
"Bill, do you remember how many lights Clinton turned on in the last thirty seconds?" Joe Wilson woke up from his thoughts and turned to ask Bill next to him. Bill also "touched" his chin and meditated for a long time, hesitatingly said:
"I am a little vague, I remember it seems to be two... maybe three, yes, no more than three at most."
Joe Wilson glanced at him, and both had the same idea in their hearts. The seven lights were on in the last thirty seconds, undoubtedly because Huang Wendao's on-site performance played a role. If you make an assumption, Huang Wendao will use it at the beginning. What is the effect of a speech in this style? Will it exceed Bill Clinton's record
No one can answer this question. Bill still couldn't help but shook his head and sighed and asked Joe Wilson: "Mr. Wilson, in your experience, how many "sex" is possible for Huang Wendao if it is a temporary intention?" Bill can't help but start to doubt now. , Is Huang Wendao a buried speech genius
"Zero..." Joe Wilson said this sentence almost gritted his teeth. He loosened his tie, his thumb looks out, his tone of voice was raised, his eyes were hard, and every sentence, every word, was sonorous and forceful. These effects add up to absolutely nothing. It may be played on the spot, but every link is carefully designed.
Don’t look at what Joe Wilson taught today is the basics, but if you really want him to be a campaign manager, he will also put a lot of effort into helping the candidate to create his own unique personal style, but these are completely dependent on With experience and accumulation, it is impossible to "operate" without a deep foundation. Of course, he can't explain it in a few words in class.
Bill squinted his eyes unconsciously and looked at Huang Wendao with a look of innocence in surprise and asked Joe Wilson: "You mean he has an image planner behind the scenes...?"
"En." Joe Wilson said with a strange expression on his face, looking for something on the campaign team behind Huang Wendao:
"Is a campaign manager whose experience and ability are not inferior to mine."
Bill followed Joe Wilson's gaze, and saw Grispi paused for a while, is it Grispi? No, he is really good, but he still doesn't have this ability. Except for the beautiful and elegant news dialect person who can let Bill pay more attention, there is no one worthy of his attention.
I couldn't help but smiled and said, "Mr. Wilson, you are too good at joking. How can there be such a capable person in the Democratic Party, and you and I don't know him?"
Joe Wilson didn't notice Yang Can talking with Huang Wendao. Even if he noticed, he couldn't think Yang Can was a good person. This can't be blamed on him. After all, Yang Can's age and appearance are too deceptive.
There are not just one or two experts behind Huang Wendao who sniffed the road. Many people are looking here to find out who that person is. The value of a good campaign manager cannot be measured by money.
Huang Wendao immediately pulled Yang Can and said in embarrassment, "Xiao Yang, I should have heard you earlier, I just wanted to..."
"Needless to say, Uncle Huang, I understand." Yang Can smiled indifferently. That's fine. If things don't develop like this, I'm afraid Huang Wendao won't be convinced by his arrangements. People are the best way to get along with such a humble gentleman like Huang Wendao.
What is most surprising now is Xue Qiyuan, who has witnessed all this from beginning to end. She knows the role Yang Can played just now, but she still doesn't believe it intellectually.
She knows Yang Can's situation very well. Although she is recognized as a talented entrepreneur in the domestic media industry, she is only a high school veteran. How can she be so good at the American elections
Xue Qiyuan observed that Huang Wendao's eyes no longer looked at Yang Can as a junior at this moment, but there was more respect, and she could not help but sigh deeply. It is no wonder that Uncle Huang has changed so much. After all, even her Sometimes the idea that he is worthless will be born next to this man.
After this incident, Yang Can has a bottom line in his heart. Huang Wendao doesn’t need to attend any leadership training classes at all. He now needs to go to Irvine College to study with Baghddin like Yang Xiuya, and learn how to master his body, facial expressions, and then Just listen to your own arrangement.
"Uncle Huang, we won't be here tomorrow. Let Wall take notes. You and I will take the time to go to Irvine College and receive a special training."
Huang Wendao only hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing. The entire face of Grispi as the campaign manager was blackened on the spot. The members of the campaign team unknowingly divided into two factions. Those senior campaign managers were all He shook his head secretly in his heart, and the eyes of the young volunteer campaign consultants looking at Yang Can had a faint enthusiasm. It was a kind of admiration for "big men".
While everyone was still discussing the details, Colonel Kent and the young man Brom, who was running for the Texas City Councillor, approached him and asked Yang Can:
"Yang, if you want Mr. Huang to attend any training class, can you add us?"
Others might think that Huang Wendao’s performance just now was a blessing to Grispie. Only Kent and Brom know that Yang Can has just played a vital role. Joe Wilson will not come here again after today’s class is over. , Might as well go with Yang Can, maybe we can get more resources.
Yang Canen said, and agreed with Kent Brom for tomorrow. They are all members of the National Party. Huang Wendao's election for mayor may have nothing to do with these people, but it will always be useful to run for governor or even higher positions in the future. The day of these people.
Yang Can returned to the campaign office to discuss the details of the campaign with his colleagues late at night. He was determined to win the Irvine College and couldn't make any mistakes.
When I was working, I saw Xue Qiyuan instructing two black people to move a black massage chair from the corridor, and put it in front of Yang Can with a "boom".
"It's a ton~! It's as heavy as a ton~! It's too heavy~ I broke my hand."
The two black men in charge shook their shoulders and yelled reluctantly. Xue Qiyuan gave the two black brothers an extra $20 before slapped their buttocks and left.
"I bought it for you, just get a massage if you have nothing to do." Xue Qiyuan "plugged" her head, pointed at the chair, sat beside Yang Can and stared at him, a little lost.
While checking the schedule for tomorrow, Yang Can turned his head and couldn't help but smile at Xue Qiyuan:
"Look again, and look at the money to be paid." This Miss Xue used all of her savings to give Huang Wendao as election funds. Her life is so tight that she even bought herself a massage chair
Xue Qiyuan's pretty face blushed at first, and then he recovered his usual calmness. He opened a pack of potato chips from the drawer and placed it lightly in his mouth. While asking disapprovingly, "Okay, let's make a price." Sitting upright. , Mei eyes widened and looked at Yang Can,
Xue Qiyuan’s actions made Yang Can unable to work anymore. He "touched" his chin and turned his face to sullen his mouth and said, "Sister Xue, you don’t know, I usually go for a magazine cover price of 50,000 yuan. , If you look at it this way, it’s not an exaggeration to give you a full package of night service. It must be $500."
Of course, Yang Can stretched out the five fingers of his right hand to Xue Qiyuan's face. Xue Qiyuan lifted the jade palm and patted his palm lightly, saying:
"The dog's paw is stretched long~ what kind of substitute teacher do you think you are, and you have a full set of nights."
Saying that I thought I was very humorous, he laughed and looked at Yang Can and shook his head again and again: "You have charged my parents a million dollars, don't say that you will be covered in the whole night, even if you will cover you for the rest of your life. That's enough."
Xue Qiyuan's smile looked particularly brilliant and innocent under the light, and there was no trace of filth in her lake-like eyes.
Yang Can originally wanted to make a joke of her and misunderstood the meaning of "full night package service", but now suddenly feels a little ashamed, it is rare to feel that she is joking a little bit vulgar.
Although Xue Qiyuan looks a little arrogant and despises people, she is very well-educated in her bones. She peels off her appearance as a strong woman and is a pretty lady.
Seeing Yang Can's "color" was quite unnatural, Xue Qiyuan's pretty face was slightly pale and said: "What's wrong, I'm making you uncomfortable next to you?" I thought Yang Can hated the fact that she took photos before.
Yang Can scratched his head for a while and said hurriedly: "No, I am thinking about the movie. You are here and I can't concentrate." Of course he can't say that his embarrassment is because of that vulgar joke. The two are not people in the same world. Explaining everything is superfluous.
Xue Qiyuan's face became clear, and she said with joy: "I was negligent. I am so good-looking. Of course you will be nervous when staring at you. Then I will wait for you in that room. When you are done, we will return together. Home."
"Aren't you doing it with me...?" Yang Can raised an eyebrow and asked "Mao", unconsciously strengthening the sound of the word.
"The ghost is with you~!?" Xue Qiyuan blushed on the spot. After saying this, she felt ashamed and closed the door in a panic.
***
The next day, Yang Canxian arranged for Huang Wendao to wait for Professor Budinger to report to Irvine College and received an unexpected news.
"Very bad news. Grispi has resigned this morning because he is dissatisfied with your arrangement. I heard that he was hired by a candidate from Utah." Wall, who was in charge of voluntary work coordination, called to report the news. The voice is very frustrating.
After losing the most experienced person in the team, Yang Can was quite calm. He guessed after a little thought that 80% of it was Huang Wendao’s wonderful performance yesterday, which made some people think that it was Grispi’s credit. The not-so-small campaign manager sighed to himself again, and he did not surprise him by doing so.
Yang Can think about it. If he serves as a campaign manager, I am afraid that the "Asian" of his team will be too obvious to the outside world. For Huang Wendao's campaign is not good, he directly talked to Wall said: "From now on, you are the campaign manager. Don't worry, I will tell Mr. Huang."
After Yang Can arranged the affairs of the campaign team, he went back to the top media building. Mai Weijian returned from the plane this morning and he should have gone to the company to report on his work.
Yiyi went to arrange matters related to Irvine College today. Only Xu Xiaoxiao followed him. As soon as he walked in, Yang Can walked towards Mai Weijian's office, but Xu Xiaoxiao hurriedly stopped him to persuade him.
"Mr. Yang~~ Wait, Director Mai is a little emotional now, you'd better wait a while to see him."
Yang Can waved his hand unconcernedly, just signaled to follow him, and heard the sound of falling objects coming from the office from a distance.
"Shit~! It's all shit! What shit novels, what shit scripts! What shit character "color" ~! What is written~!"
As soon as Yang Can entered the door, amid Xu Xiaoxiao’s screams, he lightly accepted a glass ashtray that flew up with his hand, and watched Mai Weijian, who was in a state of loss of control, sat down calmly, still not speaking, surprised It was discovered that there was an energy 687 consciousness in the next room.
"Director Tsui Hark also arrived this morning, and the two of them had a big fight this morning." Xu Xiaoxiao explained in a low voice in Yang Can's ear.