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Nucky said, "That's not necessarily true, Donnie. Even without my help before, you had already started to make it."

"I still remember, if it wasn't for the 1,000 US Dollars you lent me, Nucky, I would not have been able to develop!"

Watching Donnie and Nucky praise each other, Harry quickly called a halt to the discussion, "I wanted to hear about your development history, Donnie, but I didn't expect it to turn into a mutual praise session between you and Nucky."

With Harding's departure, the crowd had lost its topic of conversation, so after chatting for a while, Nucky and Donnie stood up to say goodbye, while Harry and the others had to stay behind to keep up appearances.

"Did Florence mention the South Brenton matter?"

Donnie didn't leave the Ritz Hotel immediately but went to his study with Nucky.

"Yes, Florence hopes I can take South Brenton's name off the Miss America judging panel!"

Donnie lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and said casually.

"How did you respond?"

"Of course, I apologized to Florence—after all, Miss South Brenton donated 50,000 US Dollars to our Miss America!" Donnie told a little lie.

Donnie wasn't worried about Florence going to Nucky. Although Florence was a harsh and jealous woman, she was also very aware of the current situation.

With the election about to start, Nucky represented the entire New Jersey voting bloc. At this critical moment, Florence would definitely not want any discord with Nucky.

Otherwise, Florence would have been talking to Nucky, not him!

"Florence doesn't seem like someone who's easy to talk to," Nucky said with a smile.

"But she's a clever woman. At this time, I think what matters most to her is ensuring that Harding can comfortably take the President's seat and that she becomes the First Lady. Other than that, I think everything else can be postponed!"

Nucky nodded, not wanting to dwell on the matter any further.

"I didn't expect you to start expanding your 'Atlantic City Post' to Philadelphia and New York. I thought you would spread out in New Jersey first!"

Nucky brought the conversation back to the 'Atlantic City Post'.

Donnie laughed, "With you in New Jersey, Nucky, I don't think the 'Atlantic City Post' needs to expand here!"

Hearing Donnie's words, Nucky nodded in satisfaction.

Donnie's business was growing too quickly; almost every few days he didn't see him, Donnie's business empire would expand, which made Nucky somewhat worried.

However, what Nucky was more concerned about was Atlantic City, New Jersey; as long as Donnie didn't cause him any trouble here, he could accept it!

"By the way, did you hear about what happened in the North District?" Nucky asked.

Donnie nodded, "I've heard about it. LeBron was a bit too arrogant. I'm not surprised by the outcome!"

Nucky grunted and continued to ask, "What do you think of Owen Seth?"

"Owen Seth?" Donnie was first taken aback, and then realized, "Are you talking about LeBron's henchman? I've heard that man is somewhat flamboyant!"

Nucky laughed heartily, "It doesn't matter if he's flamboyant, as long as he's obedient!"

Donnie laughed, "That should be something for you to worry about, Nucky?"

Nucky chuckled, "I just wanted to hear your thoughts!"

Donnie shook his head, "I have no opinion. North District doesn't have much spending power; I'm not interested in that area, and it can't provide any help for my business!"

"Well then, if that's the case, there's nothing more to discuss!"

Donnie left the Ritz Hotel.

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The next morning, Harding followed his schedule and came to the boardwalk of Atlantic City, which by then was already overcrowded. Thanks to Donnie and Nucky's publicity, in the hearts of the people of Atlantic City, Harding was practically already the President of the United States.

Everyone also wanted to see what the soon-to-be President Warren Harding looked like!

Here, Harding took advantage of his talent for public speaking, passionately describing his political policies—essentially promising the crowd what benefits they would get if he could become President.

For such a speech, the common people of Atlantic City naturally responded with warm applause.

Harding spoke for a full two hours, and even when he left, the people still seemed to crave more.

That's the difference between giving a speech and simply reciting empty rhetoric.

However, Donnie was unfazed by Harding's speech—only a fool would believe the words of a politician before they take office!

What truly captured Donnie's attention was Harding's schedule for the afternoon. In the afternoon, Donnie waited at the broadcast station for Harding, who appeared to be in high spirits with a ruddy complexion.

"I've only seen the Military Department's broadcast station before; this is my first time seeing a commercial one!" Harding said, looking around the broadcast station environment with curiosity.

Donnie explained with a smile, "There's really not much difference compared to military broadcast stations, but the listening range is now much wider."

Standing at the host's position, Harding asked, looking at the microphone, "If I speak here, the whole United States can hear me?"

Donnie said, "Saying the whole United States is a bit of an exaggeration. We currently only have transmitters in Philadelphia, New York, Los Angeles, and seven other cities hosting the Miss America contest. These cities and their surrounding areas can certainly hear us."

Harding replied with a smile, "That's already quite impressive!"

Donnie continued, "If in the future our broadcast company can set up transmitters nationwide, we will be able to let any corner of America hear Mr. Harding's speeches!"

Harding's eyes lit up. No one in America wants to be President for just one term.

"How long will that take?"

Donnie said, "Two years should be enough. However, the real trouble lies in funding. With financial support, perhaps one year might even be sufficient!"

Harding chuckled and nodded without commenting on this matter, and Donnie simply smiled without delving deeper into the topic.

Because it needed to accommodate Harding's speech, the national broadcast of Atlantic City Broadcast would definitely have to start before the finals of the Miss America city contests.

Donnie checked the time; it was almost the moment they agreed upon.

So Donnie began to remind Harding to get ready.

Alerted by Donnie's reminder, Harding's expression changed, becoming serious, and he prepared his written speech. As the host started the countdown, the moment for Harding's performance was imminent.

Donnie took one last look at Harding, who was sitting there, and left for the Block Tavern!