Getting a Technology System in Modern Day

Chapter 281 "Agent Orange" Player Two has Entered the Game

Chapter 281 "Agent Orange" Player Two has Entered the Game

At the Mar-A-Lago golf course, a controversial figure known for his blond hair and very orange skin was golfing in his signature white shirt and white shorts, uncaring about all the turmoil he had caused when he'd announced the controversial idea of banning Muslims from entering the United States.

It wasn't the first controversy he had created, and it would be far, far from the last.

Just as he was about to hit the golf ball, his pocket started vibrating. He halted his swing and answered his phone, since anyone who could call him on this particular phone was someone who warranted an immediate answer.

"Hello," he greeted after he looked at who the caller was. The name made him smile.

"Hello, how's our next president doing?" came a voice from the other side of the call.

"George, what caused you to call me in the middle of the afternoon? You know I should be working hard on my campaign," replied the man. He was knowingly lying through his teeth despite knowing the other person knew what he was doing; they had eyes everywhere.

"I called because my father wants to see you this evening. Can you make it?" George said after their short greetings.

"I'll make it even if I have to cancel some appointments. I can't disappoint him at all," the man replied, then the two chatted for a while before the call ended. The orange man in white golf clothes returned to the game that had been interrupted by the phone call.

He punted the ball, sending it into the air... and straight off the course into the rough.

...

That evening.

"Welcome," George welcomed the man he'd had a conversation with earlier that afternoon.

"I'm not late, right? Since I'm not the president yet, I can't really avoid the traffic," the man joked as he shook hands with George, then followed him into the mansion for the meeting.

Later, after they'd had dinner and finished their small talk, they moved to the family head's room to continue. The two men greeted a third in a serious tone, appropriate for the sober atmosphere.

"So when will you start using your power to support me in my bid for president?" the orange man asked. His goofy behavior was usually only on display when he was making speeches on the campaign trail. They were inevitably riddled with misinformation, but it seemed like he was an entirely different person in the face of the real power of the person in this particular room.

"I'm pretty sure we've already been supporting you for quite a while. We've already been helping you shape the narrative around many of your scandalous acts," Aubrey answered in the same serious manner.

"That isn't enough at all. I didn't think your family had fallen so far, to the point of only being capable of supporting me that much," Trump said in a slightly mocking tone. He wasn't satisfied by the support from the Morgans at all.

George, hearing the tone in which Trump said those words, couldn't help but take a deep breath. Trump had just kicked the bull's balls by saying that to the Morgan family head.

The reaction from Aubrey wasn't different from what George expected at all as he opened his mouth and said, "It seems like people are starting to forget who we really are, if even you—who we've decided to support—think that we don't have the same pull we once had." His voice was sepulchrally chilly.

Trump thought to himself, 'Looks like using his ego to force him to increase investment in my campaign backfired.' He belatedly realized what he had risked by provoking Aubrey Morgan.

Aubrey continued, "The only reason I decided to support you is because I want a president under our control to reduce the power the Rothschilds hold in congress. But that doesn't mean you're the only option. I can just as easily support Cruz, who's already ahead of you. The only reason I haven't is because he's already covered in Rothschild fingerprints, and you aren't....

"But that doesn't mean I can't fix him and ditch you if you become useless to me. Just because we decided to treat you with a modicum of respect doesn't mean you aren't a piece of shit or that we can't live without you. We don't need you, but you need us. Just your stupidity over the last two years alone can bury you under so much controversy that you'll suffocate in the deepest, darkest hole the law can bury your orange ass in!"

Aubrey took a deep breath to regain his composure, which had been shaken by Trump's earlier disrespect. It was unbecoming of a Morgan to be so crude in their speech.

"You either take what we give you and do what we order, or you don't think about entering politics at all. Am I understood?" he asked. They truly didn't need Trump, and Aubrey, in particular, was beginning to believe that he may become more liability than asset down the line. Currently, his biggest value was that nobody would ever believe the Morgans would work with a person like him, beneficial to them or not. His loose cannon attitude was completely contrary to the absolute control that a man like Aubrey Morgan demanded from situations he chose to involve himself in.

"Yes, sir." Trump could only bow his head and realize his mistake. He had been made complacent by the level of respect he'd previously been shown by the Morgan family head. "It seems I've misspoken. Please forgive my words, I had no intention of disgracing you at all."

Despite his flaws, Trump did have one decent quality: he had a certain low, animal cunning and viciousness that made him uniquely suited to disrupt the status quo.

"Since it's the first time, I won't hold it against you. But pull anything like that in the future and you have many more companies that can suddenly go bankrupt.... Keep that in mind," Aubrey said. He was unwilling to give the man in front of him any more face.

"Thank you," Trump said. He held this most recent grudge inside him and didn't show it at all, though he promised himself he would settle it in the future when he was the president.

"Now that we've resolved the misunderstanding, let's move on to the main topic of how we're going to get you elected." Aubrey immediately moved on, disinterested in prolonging the meeting.

Hearing his father say that, George immediately picked up the folders near him, handed them to Trump, and began introducing their contents.

"Our support will start from influencing the public through Fox News, Breitbart, and other right-wing media outlets, but the tone won't change at first. The media will gradually support you over the rest of the candidates, and we'll make sure that we only pick clowns that you can easily beat so as to not raise suspicions," George began. He pointed Trump toward each page and introduced them one by one, showing in detail what the Morgans promised in terms of campaign support. It included everything, from poll numbers and manipulation, to undermining his fellow candidates, giving him more air time on the media, and even went so far as to include opposition research ("Oppo") on everyone involved in the 2016 general election, including the democrats as well as those the Rothschilds had propped up on each side. No major family would ever choose only one candidate or side, in order to hedge their bets and ensure they came out as the ultimate winners.

When Trump saw the proposal, just the first page alone was enough to cause a smile to appear on his face. It was the level of support he had been expecting from such a prominent family.