Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 317 - 320 Completely Changed

Outside the gymnasium in Georgetown, Washington State.

The attendees of the sitting President Clinton’s campaign rally were entering the venue in an orderly fashion after passing through strict security checks.

However, there had just been a minor incident.

A Latino man, holding a card, shouted loudly, "Why won’t you let me in? Isn’t this an invitation?!"

A security officer, who also served as a local police officer, quickly pulled the man aside.

After looking around, he said with a smile, "Sorry, to protect Mr. President’s safety, we’ve temporarily changed the invitations."

To compensate for your loss, you can choose to exchange your pass and re-enter, or go to the police station to collect 300 US Dollars in cash."

The Latino man hesitated for a moment, then stuttered, "What about the travel expenses from Washington back to Baltimore?"

"Of course, that will be fully arranged by us."

After leading the man to the side of the Oracle customer service vehicle, the officer returned to his post and resumed work.

But all of this was observed by someone inside a nearby GM commercial van.

"Mr. Baker," asked the Georgetown County Magistrate politely, "how can you be so sure this will work?"

"Heh," a middle-aged white man with thinning hair smiled slightly, "the purpose of this rally is to promote the Democrat Party, not the President."

"Then, to expand influence, why bother inviting people who are already staunch supporters?"

"Moreover, because this rally is slightly different, the political attributes of the participants are more complex."

"According to the original plan, these people should be a mix of Republican Party, Democrat Party, and even non-partisan—doesn’t that perfectly overlap with the book fan base?"

"Those few steadfast supporters will only feel a bit strange after the invitation swap."

"The rest, of course, would prefer the tempting US Dollars over listening to meaningless speeches."

Hearing this, the Georgetown County Magistrate nodded slightly. frёewebnoѵēl.com

To be honest, he originally thought that the other party was asking him to slightly relax security so that some book fans could enter.

But who could have thought that this Mr. Baker was actually asking for a complete switch.

"Is this kind of maneuver... just my own gap with the top politicians?"

However, James Baker was unaware of the other’s thoughts.

What he was thinking was: These tech tycoons are really too rich.

If he could get the support of these people, then Little Bush’s campaign road would be much smoother in the future.

"Fuck!" he thought of his own near-bankruptcy experience and murmured to himself, "But why, compared to gaining substantial financial support, do I still want to send these people to 1980’s Moscow?"

Meanwhile, the presidential motorcade, escorted by the security personnel, was slowly making its way through the dedicated lane into the stadium.

Upon disembarking, Hillary felt a sense of confusion.

"That young girl just now... I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere!"

Probably... just an illusion.

Hillary shook her head and followed Clinton into the makeup room.

After meticulous preparation, the presidential couple made their appearance on stage.

Of course, as is customary, the First Lady Hillary took a half step back while smiling and eyeing the positions of the major media cameras.

The absolute protagonist of this stage was the current Great Commander, Mr. Clinton.

"The United States is a homeland for immigrants, and African and Latino communities should enjoy the same national treatment."

"Just like Michael Johnson fighting for the honor of America at the Atlanta Olympics."

Hillary glanced at the unmoved crowd below the stage and slightly curled her lips.

"Indeed, these Republican supporters are just white trash rednecks."

She signaled to her husband with her eyes.

Clinton nodded and began to shift the topic.

"The excellence of sports athletes also indirectly proves the strength of America."

"And this strength is beneficial to the entire world."

Hmm?

Why is there still no reaction?

Hillary began to frown as well, unable to understand what was going on.

She made a gesture, signaling to Clinton to discuss something more provocative.

"Since 1914, at the start of World War I, the United States has been contributing to the peace of the world."

"In World War II, to defeat fascism, America lost countless brave soldiers."

As Clinton spoke about Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, and Normandy, he observed the audience closely.

"This... why is there still no reaction? Surely I don’t have to sing the national anthem on stage!"

He glanced at the many cameras and started to feel uneasy.

"It’s a nationwide broadcast, if this continues, I’ll definitely become a laughingstock."

So, Clinton clenched his teeth, preparing to bring out the "American superiority" that would please the redneck crowd ahead of schedule.

"Since July 4, 1776, when President Washington formally established the nation, in just 200 years, America has become the most powerful country."

"This not only stems from the hard work and bravery of the American people but also from the efforts of every leader."

He pointed in the direction of Congress Hill and said loudly, "President Washington led the people in firm opposition to the British colonists."

"Mr. Jefferson drafted the Declaration of Independence and the American Constitution, which became the legal foundation of the entire western democratic world."

"What does the First Amendment to the American Constitution talk about?" someone in the audience shouted.

This question, of course, did not stump William Clinton, a lawyer by trade.

On the contrary, interaction with the audience made him feel less tense.

"Of course, freedom of speech!" Clinton replied with a smile.

"As long as you are willing to speak, I can stir up your emotions," he thought to himself.

"But did we truly achieve freedom of speech?" another person shouted.

At this moment, Hillary was already vaguely sensing something wrong.

But Clinton confidently answered, "Of course, here, you can even curse the President!"

At that moment, it seemed like the crowd, as if organized, began murmuring in unison.

"All we want is to grow up and find civilization, what’s wrong with that?"

"Why are you stripping us of our lives with these inexplicable charges?"

What... what is this about?

Clinton froze on stage, baffled.

Similar in expression was Hillary, the most dominant First Lady.

This situation persisted until a banner was unfurled, "The Governor of Texas opposes the ’restricted online literature’ proposal, so as the President, what are you doing?"

"Wang?" Hillary looked down at the audience, still uncertain.

Not until the audience below started taking off their clothes, revealing the symbols underneath.

"Wang!!!" She bit her lip tight, and enunciated a Chinese character emphatically.

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