"Sleeping King" is just a title, a code name.

The old man sitting in the pure white office, holding a glass of wine, waiting for the arrival of the two guests, preferring others to call him "Joe".

He was wearing a blue fit suit, a straight tie, and his white hair was neatly combed. On his wrinkled face, he had a gentle and hypocritical smile.

His eyes are very interesting.

Like an old man, he always squints, making people feel that his mental state should be in a bad state and he always looks drowsy. But when his eyes are opened, it will give people a feeling of being energetic.

When she saw Roger and Saen walk into the office, Sleeping King raised the wine glass in his hand and expressed his welcome, but did not get up.

Not because of arrogance, but because of more realistic reasons.

Mr. Sleeping Wang's right foot was rubbed with leather shoes, but his left foot was covered with plaster.

"Joe accidentally fell down while walking his dog a few days ago and twisted his feet, so he couldn't get up to greet both of them. He also hoped that they would forgive him."

Next to the Sleeping King, there was a very charming woman, about forty years old.

Not his wife, nor his secretary, but his running mate, an Indian lady and a superhero who is enthusiastic about politics.

Her ability is to be able to access other people and read their thoughts and emotions, which is just matched with the ability of Sleeping King, and she was also invited to be the running mate of Sleeping King.

In most cases, in public, she is the one who replaces the Sleeping King to speak to the voters, so she is also nicknamed the Sleeping King's phony tube.

But this lady named Harley is not ordinary.

She is a true politician.

This smiled and explained the reason for his left foot injury instead of Sleeping King, which made Roger and Saen look at each other.

A former superhero twisted his feet while walking his dog?

Hello, are you old man asleep while walking and forgetting that you are a superhero? Can you ask him for help?

"It's okay, Harley."

Saen was polite and took a glass of wine from the woman in front of him. He had met Harley at a celebrity party before. Things went so smoothly today, and she also left her personal relationship.

Roger also took a glass of wine. He did not waste time. After the greetings, he explained his purpose to the sleeping king in front of him.

"We are here to ask Mr. Marmos to help us with a very personal favor."

The black fox took a sip of wine, was silent in front of him, and looked at his old sleeping king with a smile and said:

"I have a friend who has a very bad problem now, and we have to calm her down to help her better. But the problem is that she is also a powerful superhero.

So, we have to use some unconventional methods to help her calm down..."

Having said this, Roger fell silent and spoke to the sleeping king in front of him. He shrugged and said with apologies:

"I also know that this request is a bit too much. His Excellency Malmos hasn't spoken for many years, which means he may not like his abilities.

But we really have no choice, so..."

Roger winked at Saen, and Saen immediately responded:

"Halley, the last time we were at the party, I heard you talk about your political claims with Mr. Malmos, and you are now at a disadvantage when you run against that idiot president.

I came here today to tell you good news. The number of street heroes under Dream Company has exceeded 1,000 now, and they also have their own fans.

We can ask them to motivate fans and vote for Mr. Malmos.”

"This is really unexpected news."

Harley's expression became subtle. She reached out to put her hand on the Sleeping King's shoulder, closed her eyes, and discussed with the Sleeping King who could not speak with her thoughts.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and said to Roger and Saen:

"Joe told me that he was willing to help, but not because you called on fans to vote for him, but because he has always been generous to his friends."

While Halle was talking, Sleeping King raised the wine glass in his hand and signaled that this was what he wanted to say.

"But, Dream Company must first prove that you are indeed friends of the Civic Party."

Halle said softly:

"Joe and I heard some time ago that Dream Company is preparing to put an entertainment-type genetic agent into the market?"

“Yes, we named it ‘Dream’.”

Saren took out a bottle of samples he carried with him from his pocket, and the small red crystal-like pills jumped back and forth in the bottle. He handed them to Harley, and then to the sleeping king.

Explained again:

"This dream potion is another breakthrough in Dream Company's biotechnology. It can temporarily change the genetic sequence of ordinary people, allowing them to experience the feeling of a superhero.

They will get weak, not affecting social security capabilities, and will only last for six hours before recovery.

We have conducted four phases of testing, and all the customers who have used it said it is OK.

It is just a harmless recreational agent. We originally planned to put it on the market last month, but FDA's approval was stuck, which is said to be intervening from the White House.

The idiot president obviously believes that this kind of thing will shake his electorate foundation."

"really."

Halle said in agreement:

"The blond man from the White House has been inciting populism. His voters are all groups that are extremely hated for superheroes, but in-depth analysis, this hatred can often be explained as deteriorating jealousy.

If everyone can become a superhero, then jealousy and hatred are meaningless.”

She paused and glanced at the sleeping king, who nodded to her.

"Saen, we are friends, so I'll just talk more directly."

Harley took the dream potion from Sleeping in the Aquarius, and put her waist on her back and said to Roger and Saen:

"You must put this good medicine that can enhance social harmony and soothe the anger in the hearts of the people into the market, and the faster the better. Before the midterm elections in November, let it form a trend and disintegrate the power of Maga.

As for FDA, Joe will use his personal relationship to help you clear it.

He will even endorse your drug yourself, which can greatly reverse our disadvantage in the number of voters, and Joe and I need it very much.

We'll even be willing to legislate for it."

Saen and Roger looked at each other, and he nodded without much hesitation, promising:

“As long as we approve it, we can start selling it right away.”

"In addition, I have a small suggestion."

The black fox drank a sip of wine and said leisurely:

“I think there are some small problems with the campaign thinking of Harley and Joe, not accusing your program, but rather that your understanding of the word ‘voting’ is biased.

You can't just focus on the living...

Hundreds of thousands of people have died this year because of the unfavorable response to the pandemic, and most of them are loyal members of Maga.

Why not use this as an opportunity?”

Roger's words made Harley and Sleeping King look puzzled. The two of them responded with inquisitive eyes. The black fox shrugged and said in a low voice:

"I used to have no chance, but now, Dream Company has made breakthroughs in research on magic power. If the Civic Party needs it, we can provide some special magic items soon.

Their only function is to re-return the souls of the dead back to the material world and to maintain a certain degree of reason."

Speaking of this, the black fox suddenly had a good idea.

He snapped his fingers and said to Sleeping King and Harley:

"If you can find ways to give these undead voting rights before the election begins, then I believe that Joe's chances of winning are the inevitable result!

Those unjust souls who died because of the idiot president's wrong policies will definitely not vote for him, right?"

This statement sounds absurd.

But it made Harley and Sleeping King's eyes light up at the same time. Sleeping King even sat up straight, showing his interest in this idea, and Harley reached out and placed it on the Sleeping King's shoulder.

She felt Joe's thoughts and asked a few seconds later:

"So, there are four months left before the election begins, and it will take time to pass this bill in the Senate and Congress. During the four-month preparation period, how many such magical items can Dream Company provide us?

How many undead can you summon to vote for us on Election Day?”

"Well..."

Roger reached out and took out his cell phone, dialed Liu Chu's number, said something to the law enforcement elder, and handed the cell phone in the call to the sleeping king with a smile on his face.

He looked at the sleeping king's eyes that were energetic after opening it.

He said:

“Magic objects are complex and they are difficult to make in batches with modern industry, but fortunately, we have a lot of spellcaster friends who can help.

The speed at which we make the magical items of "Borrowing the Ghost Soldier" depends on the recovery and awakening speed of my powerful spellcaster friend.

Joe, my friend.

Do you want to be president? Do you want to punch that idiot in the White House in the face?

Then, help me.”
To be continued...