117, Everything is for Profit (7K word mega chapter, subscribe please~)_2

"Donnie, isn't this swimsuit a bit too ostentatious?"

Harding sat there, looking at Carmen Farmer on stage in her one-piece deep V swimsuit, noting the hem didn't comply with United States law that required covering the thigh area, but instead was a V-shaped swimsuit of a later era.

"Warren, we are in the Atlantic, and our Miss America is about showcasing the beauty of American women, no one will nitpick about this!"

Donnie said with ease.

After a moment of thought, Harding nodded and said, "Atlantic City is a beautiful city, there really should be some things here that are different from other places in America!"

Donnie smiled lightly, knowing that things that break the moral shackles of the era always attract more attention.

Then Donnie's gaze shifted to Robert, who stood at the back of the stage.

Though Robert wasn't at the table, he had his own mission today—to tally the "flower value" each beauty contestant received on the spot.