[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-technology-invades-the-modern-world":3,"chapter-technology-invades-the-modern-world-technology-invades-the-modern-world-chapter-60":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Technology Invades the Modern World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2269544,4430,"Chapter 60","technology-invades-the-modern-world-chapter-60",60,"\u003Cp>Did Nixon completely overwhelm Kennedy in the brain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Kennedy has a brilliant insight might that happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran thought: So this is how confident you are?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the perspective of the future, he naturally knew that this televised debate had utterly crushed Nixon, tipping the previously balanced scales in Kennedy’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With advisors so confident, it was no wonder Nixon made this decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran observed the white men in the room; all were listening intently to Finch. When Finch mentioned Nixon’s brain overpowering Kennedy, many began to laugh—not with mockery, but with approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an Asian, Lin Ran felt naturally alienated in this setting; he thought: Wait until the results come out—you’ll be crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter what Lin Ran thought, Finch and the Republican supporters in the room unquestionably believed it. Finch continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, regarding the campaign. It is no small matter to run for president. It requires vast resources to convey our message to the American people. We need funding for advertisements, organizing rallies, and touring the nation to visit voters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your donations tonight will directly support these efforts, helping us spread Nixon’s message of experience, stability, and prosperity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I assure you, every dollar donated will be used efficiently and effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our campaign team consists of professionals dedicated to electing Dick Nixon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We have a detailed plan, and with your help, we can ensure its successful execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must emphasize that this election will be extremely close. The latest polls show Nixon and Kennedy evenly matched. In such a tight race, every vote and every dollar matters. Your donations tonight could be the deciding factor—shifting the balance to our side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, let me leave you with this thought: Our nation’s future hangs in the balance. The decisions of the next four years will shape generations to come. With Richard Nixon as president, I believe we can face any challenge and grow stronger than ever. Thank you for your time, your attention, and most of all, your support. Together, we can make Richard Nixon the next President of the United States.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the speech, everyone stepped forward with checks and deposited them into the transparent donation box at the center. Lin Ran and John Morgan had both prepared the same amount: the threshold contribution—five thousand dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran had observed carefully; most donations ranged between ten thousand and fifty thousand dollars, with only a handful giving one hundred thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So one hundred thousand is the upper limit,” Lin Ran thought. “Fred’s also giving five thousand. Typical T-family style—never spend a penny more than absolutely necessary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the last white man dropped his check into the box, staff moved forward to collect it. Robert Finch clapped his hands; all tables began to be removed, and sofas were carried to the sides of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft jazz music began to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white men around him wore expressions full of anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran whispered: “What’s this mysterious segment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John Morgan was also nervous: “I don’t know. I’ve heard rumors, but I’ve never seen it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was training for the Olympics during the last presidential election. How could I possibly be here relaxing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap—clap—” As Robert clapped, the banquet hall’s lights suddenly went out, leaving only a few dim wall lamps casting faint shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange tension filled the air; murmurs replaced the earlier laughter and chatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtain in the center of the hall slowly drew open, revealing thirty dancers dressed in lavish attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wore sequined tops and tasseled skirts, moving with light, rhythmic grace. The background music shifted from jazz to a more energetic rock beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their silhouettes swayed in the dim light, tassels swaying with each step, casting shimmering glimmers—as if transforming the banquet hall into an impromptu stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are rooms upstairs. Hope you all have a good time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the lights were dim, Lin Ran could still sense that all the dancers had blonde hair, blue eyes, and large breasts—like the saccharine American desserts everyone loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women’s clothing grew increasingly minimal, until they wore only thin scraps of fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some guests were invited to join the dance; men shed their jackets, women kicked off their high heels, and the atmosphere turned lively and warm. Laughter and applause rose and fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran saw John Morgan preparing to rush forward and quickly grabbed his arm: “Won’t there be any problems?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John Morgan looked puzzled: “What problems?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran asked: “Like getting stuck with child support?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John Morgan stared at him: “Bro, thirty people here each gave at least five thousand dollars. Do you even know what five thousand dollars means? These dancers are all eighteen-year-old girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything went wrong, would the Republican Party dare hold a fundraising gala like this? In all these years, I’ve never heard of anything like this happening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran reconsidered—it was true. It was 1960. Where were all the gold diggers? Where was the idea of deliberately getting famous men pregnant to extort them? In this era, such a thing was unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one hand, women’s status hadn’t improved yet. On the other, America wouldn’t establish the Child Support Enforcement Program until 1975, strengthening the enforcement of child support obligations for unmarried fathers, and DNA testing hadn’t become widespread enough to reliably confirm paternity—making it far harder for women to prove paternity in court and demand support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Lin Ran’s concern was entirely unnecessary in this era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—you’ve never been here before. How do you know all this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My friend told me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The performance undeniably added a wild, free-spirited energy to the evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran didn’t need to seek out dancers—they came to him automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because each dancer was paired with one guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than being chosen, Lin Ran preferred to choose himself—he could at least pick someone who matched his own taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when he woke up the next day in a room on the second floor of the Union League Club, Lin Ran reflected: Sex and violence really are the best ways to relieve stress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since obtaining the Gate, his nerves had been tightly wound—but now, finally, they relaxed. He felt himself unwind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, Randolph, should we switch our support to Kennedy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breakfast, in the Rolls-Royce, John Morgan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was an illusion or not, Lin Ran felt the man’s attitude toward him had grown noticeably warmer. Previously, though they were friends, it had been more like a business partnership; now, it was shifting toward genuine friendship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ran shook his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t make a judgment. I simply don’t understand your American politics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was Kennedy’s fundraising gala just as wild?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1099,"2026-06-19T21:37:46.551Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a4af0a2048f16695a8df228d40d1847319eed84c3b65519033bcff78041db4c8","technology-invades-the-modern-world-chapter-61","technology-invades-the-modern-world-chapter-59",162,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ftechnology-invades-the-modern-world-cover.jpg"]