Judd is in his sixties and has just retired from the US Steel Company. He was born in the forties and belongs to the post-World War II baby boomer.

When he was young, the U.S. economy flourished and civic activities reached their golden age, as President Kennedy said: "We took over the torch of the leader, not only to fulfill our obligations in the highest position of the country, but also to perform our duties in small towns across the country."

At that time, Americans were enthusiastic about participating in public activities, and the turnout rate increased year by year, rather than declined, as it is now.

There are various clubs in the city, bridge clubs, NATO, alumni associations, bands... They participate in various social activities widely and help each other.

But in the last twenty years of this century, the situation was changing. Although the population was increasing, the members of various societies were decreasing, and some were already difficult to maintain and eventually disappeared.

People are increasingly disliked to participate in community activities. As Wang Lei said, they watch TV at home and go bowling alone.

Judd remembers the past, and he feels that Wang Lei has made the point and is very dissatisfied with Hawke's interruption.

"Uh, I just think this method is not feasible. No one can take so much time..." Judd's words made Hawk very embarrassed. Although he didn't care, he had already scolded Judd in his heart.

Wang Lei glanced at Hawke, raised his finger and shook it: "No, no, no, yes, our students often organize volunteers in school, everyone is very motivated, and so are adults. Americans can volunteer on average for an average of 100 hours a year, which is two hours a week."

"As long as we are willing to do a little more, each person will take one more hour a week, and two thousand people in Braddock, that is, two thousand hours, which is equivalent to forty additional full-time service personnel. The services and quality of life we ​​receive will be greatly improved as a result."

What Wang Lei said is a huge temptation for elderly people like Eric and Judd. They are old and need care and more public activities. When they retire, they have plenty of time to participate in community activities or volunteer.

They are baby boomers who once enthusiastically participated in various civic activities and wanted to recreate the grand occasion of the year.

"Oh, Rex, you said it very well. When I was young, I volunteered in the hospital. Now there are volunteers here, but there are too few, so more people should be involved!" Eric suddenly clapped his palms and praised Wang Lei's words.

At this time, there were a few more elderly people outside the door of the medical center, about six or seven were watching, and some people clapped their hands. Judd patted very hard, and his red face seemed to be deeper, like a ripe snake fruit, red and purple.

Hawke was a little unhappy, but he quickly smiled again and suddenly said, "Eric, you are so awesome. What are you doing in the hospital?"

Eric was tickled to the itchy spot and waved his arms excitedly: "Haha, of course, I'll give you the direction and tell them where the radiology room is..."

"Is that really important? But unfortunately, there is no radiology room in our Braddock medical center. Eric, you are unemployed!" Hawke said with a smile, and everyone laughed.

Eric laughed the loudest: "Yes, I really want to serve everyone, but I can only give you a guide. This feeling is really bad."

**! Wang Lei couldn't help but swear in his heart. His speech was very successful. Seeing that everyone's emotions had been mobilized, Hawk, who was raised by a bitch, made a joke and let all his previous efforts be wasted.

He wanted to tell everyone that as long as they are passionate, their strengths can complement each other, but Hawke did not give him a chance. He had already continued: "Well, volunteering is a good idea, and can give us some help."

"However, this cannot fundamentally solve the problem. The most fundamental problem is that Braddock is in a state of decline, economic recession, population decreases, and there are too few doctors in the town. Only by revitalizing the economy can more doctors come to Braddock to solve the problem of difficulty in seeking medical treatment!" Hawke once again took Wang Lei's advantage on himself, and made a new counterattack with a solemn look on his face.

"I have a plan to build new neighborhoods in Braddock, attract high-tech companies to settle in, just like Pittsburgh, realize industrial transformation and economic revitalization, create more jobs, and reproduce Braddock's past glory."

"At that time, we'll have more doctors, better hospitals, and there'll be ray rooms. Oh, Eric, you'll get a job again, Braddock needs you!"

"Wow, that's great!" Eric laughed with joy, and someone started to applaud Hawk. His words were very inspiring and the prospects for the description were very good.

Damn it, he scored again! Wang Lei's hands clenched into fists without realizing it. He wanted to fight back! He had to fight back!

"Haoke, you're a liar!" Judd spoke.

He glared at Hawk, his face flushed, and the arteries on his neck were bulging quickly, as if he was excited: "Your words were said two years ago."

Judd was not good at speaking, and Wang Lei interrupted at the right time: "In the past two years, Braddock has not changed at all. Oh, there have been changes. The library's swimming pool has been closed, and Braddock's population has been smaller!"

Since Hawke has been targeting him, Wang Lei doesn't plan to be polite to him.

"Yes, I said, I've been doing this all the time, but it takes time for me to plan to show results," Hawke said sincerely.

He said to Wang Lei again: "Rex, the school teacher should have told you a story that the boxer took back his fists to hit it more forcefully. We are now closing public facilities that we cannot maintain in order to provide better in the future."

"I heard that you want to be the mayor to keep that football stadium, but you have to know that the maintenance costs of that stadium cost up to several thousand dollars every year. This money is used as medical subsidies and can help several people!"

Wang Lei has to admit that Hawke is a very strong opponent. He is very funny and can always resolve unfavorable situations with humor; he is also very sharp and can always find something that is beneficial to him. He can put his opponent in trouble in just a few words.

However, Wang Lei was not afraid of him, and he was full of fighting spirit in his heart. No matter how powerful the great devil was, he would be punished by justice.

Wang Lei began to regard Hawk as his real opponent. It turned out that he regarded the campaign as too simple, thinking that his views could be successful if they could be recognized by everyone. Now he realized that it is not that way. The campaign is to compete for each goal, just like on the court.

Let any decent election go to hell. Only by defeating your opponent can you win.

As a quarterback on the court, Wang Lei’s best at seeing the situation, avoiding the real and taking advantage of the situation, discovering the opponent’s weaknesses, and giving a fatal blow.

Hawke is very strong, but he also has weaknesses. He has been the mayor for two years but has not achieved any results. No matter how beautiful he said, everyone has doubts about him.

Wang Lei wanted to learn his strengths and attack his life gate. He smiled and made an action to retract his fist: "Mr. Spencer, don't you think that if you keep your fist in it, your arms will become numb after a long time?"

"Hahaha!" Eric's big mouth burst out with a crazy laugh again.

Humor is a weapon, and Hawke uses it very well. Wang Lei seemed too nervous before, and he was not lacking in humor, so he had to fight back.

"Also, Mr. Spencer, do you have full medical insurance? You may not know that you can't see any serious illness if you spend a few thousand dollars."

Wang Lei smiled and stabbed Spencer: "In addition, every time the doctor gave him a treatment and rehabilitation plan, there is always one, and you need to do more exercise. The stadium is the last public sports field in Braddock. Without it, we would have less medical equipment used the most, and it would be even more difficult to see a doctor in the future. You can't form a group to go to Pittsburgh, right?"

"Hahaha!" Eric's big mouth burst into laughter again.

"There was a commander in the history of China. His army went on the wrong path and entered the desert. The soldiers had not eaten anything for several days and had no water to drink. The commander drew a cake on the paper and told the soldiers that this was the cake. As long as everyone followed him, they would soon have a cake to eat. He also said that there was a plum forest in front of him, and he could eat plums in a few days. So the soldiers saw hope and started marching again. However, after three days and three nights, they only saw the cakes drawn on the paper, and they did not see the plum forest. As a result, they all starved to death in the desert..."

Wang Lei reached out and drew a cake in the air. He re-adapted the idiom allusion "Looking at plums to quench thirst and painting cakes to satisfy hunger" that his grandfather told him back then. The meaning has almost changed. Anyway, no one knows what the original version of this Chinese prophecy looks like.

"Mr. Spencer, you always say that your plan takes time. A year has passed, you need time. Two years has passed, you need time. Three years has passed... Will you still need time? Will the bright prospects you mentioned are just the metropolis in the desert and will never be seen?"

Wang Lei smiled and said to Hawke: "Mr. Spencer, do you think the cakes drawn on paper can be eaten?"

"Of course not!" Judd said in a silence.

"Hahaha!" Eric smiled and leaned back and forth: "Wow, these Orientals are so stupid. They actually believe that the cakes on paper can be eaten. Oh... I just think this is too incredible and does not mean to discriminate against Chinese people."

Eric accidentally used the slightly discriminatory word "chink", and he quickly apologized.

"Eric, you are racist, I hope you don't make the same mistake again." Wang Lei said unhappily. However, Hawk's face was even more ugly, and his demeanor that he tried his best to disguise finally could not maintain it.

Because Wang Lei continued, "I also hope that you will not do stupid things like the soldiers in the story to fill your hunger."

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