Chapter 122 Smashed? American dream!
Saint Luodu, a certain restaurant.
The blond white girl is dining with Tamir.
Of course the food at the Michelin restaurant is of extraordinary quality, but Lisa's meal was tasteless at the moment.
Putting the food into her mouth fiercely, the blonde girl chewed it while complaining to her best friend.
"He hasn't returned the 2,000 dollars to me yet. When I transferred money from the primary card to the secondary card, I should have deducted 2,000 dollars directly." Her personality will definitely not refuse her.”
The rich black-haired woman understands her best friend’s symptoms very well.
She and Lisa are too familiar.
The blonde girl is smart most of the time, but sometimes she has that unique stupid kindness.
It was obvious that the loan could be recovered, but I was too embarrassed to ask directly.
She can even guess Lisa's mentality.
The high probability is 'I only lent him two days, now I want to look too good'
"Two days ago, I knew you were going to cooperate with him and wanted to help him get out of danger quickly. On the street, but now, it seems that I am stingy."
"Haha!" The black-haired rich woman didn't even bother to say anything.
"Are you laughing at me?" The blonde girl looked unkind.
“No, I thought of happy things.”
“What happy things?”
“The news said that the chairman of the San Loduo Police Chiefs Committee, Burned to death at home due to a natural gas explosion
Including the one who committed suicide last night, two people have died now
West Coast, tsk! "
The rich black-haired woman has begun to miss home.
In Missouri, the virtue of sincerity has not been forgotten.
You can say how you want to die, everyone is very realistic.
How can it be like the West Coast, where there is a suicide and a natural gas explosion?
If the kidnapping case is so big, it will only silence the media. There are so many actions behind it.
Too dirty.
“You mean there is a problem here?”
Lisa had never paid attention to this before. The neighborhood she lived in, the school she went to, and the place where she worked were always far away from danger.
It’s just that the kidnapping case last night was too big, and one of my friends also showed up.
"I guess there will be a lot of concussions among LAPD officers in the next few months."
Halfway through the sentence, the rich woman did not explain, but waited for Lisa to continue asking.
Not understanding what the rich black-haired woman meant, Lisa picked up the wine glass and took a sip of red wine silently.
She was waiting for Temir to be unable to resist. She knew her best friend’s desire to talk.
“Don’t you know the American concussion, honey?”
"Isn't this a very normal disease? Why is it still American?"
"Because this is non-combat attrition, it can be used to cover up real casualties in statistical caliber.
High incidence In the American army, but I guess it is an infectious disease and has now spread to the LAPD."
The rich black-haired woman explained it very clearly, but Lisa was a little confused.
“You’re telling me that there are many soldiers in our military who appear to have died from ‘characteristic concussions’ but actually didn’t?”
"Distinctive concussion is just a representative, there may be other forms, such as distinctive colds, distinctive rectal cancer, etc., they are all non-combat attrition."
"Are you kidding? How could the American military be like this? Unbearable?”
The blonde girl felt a little unbelievable.
Her thoughts and thinking represent the vast majority of Americans.
These people may realize that something is getting wrong with America, and may not be so patriotic anymore.
But after years of brainwashing by the American public opinion machine, they believe that the United States is still extremely powerful even if it has taken some wrong paths.
Lisa was still discussing the true meaning of American liberal democracy with the rich black-haired woman yesterday.
They believe that the values of the United States are correct, the military is still the best in the world, and the economy is also very strong.
“Times have changed, honey. The Afghan veteran last night is an example. He postponed his service for a full six years.
The American military has been destroyed by the military-industrial complex. Those military officers and top Pentagon officials and politicians who colluded with the military-employee complex were ruined.
Although this truth seems incredible, it is true. "
The rich black-haired mother-in-law's family is in the real industry. She has never had a good impression of the American military-industrial complex, so she naturally has no mercy.
"In Afghanistan, those soldiers are very cruel. The number of combat casualties is rising every year. Our parliament has approved a budget of tens of billions to build a road in Afghanistan. Guess how long it took to build it? "
Lisa had no idea how long it would take to build the road. She thought about it and answered tentatively.
"Five years? ”
This is the highest number she thinks in her heart.
Lisa feels that no matter how slow the construction is, five years is enough to build the same road.
“Oh, the answer is more than ten years. More than ten years have passed, and now we have not completed half of it.
The American army has been winning in Afghanistan for more than ten years, but the area it controls has become more and more difficult. Getting smaller and smaller.”
“Then why. I still can’t believe what you said. Why is America like this?”
"Why? Because those people like to lie!
Even if they lie for a long time, they themselves believe their lies."
The reason is of course very complicated, but Temir is too lazy to explain, she just Complain harshly.
The blonde girl had mixed feelings in her heart, and she felt that her world view had collapsed.
The great America she believed in, according to her best friend, seems to no longer exist.
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“Why do we believe in the American Dream?
I mean, we all know it’s a beautiful lie put forward by politicians, so why do we still believe it?”
Sitting on a high stool in the small beer hall, Cheng Daqi is working hard to fool (cross out) his friends.
To celebrate the four people's survival from the kidnappers, Scott decided to treat a few people to dinner.
With affordable prices and delicious pork chops, this tavern is a favorite among blond veterans.
After taking a big bite of the honey-glazed pork ribs, Cheng Daqi smiled and waited for Sani and the others to give their respective answers.
“But I don’t believe that bullshit, Chan.”
Sani is the most indifferent to these things. She never thought that she would have anything to do with these bullshit slogans. connect.
“Chan, I think this is similar to the ‘meaning’ in Chinese Kung Fu. Only by believing in the existence of ‘meaning’ can it be realized.”
Korno is an unobservably complex individual, and while he exists stably in the world, there is no doubt that he is stupid.
But when he connects any problem with his beloved Chinese Kung Fu, he can instantly gain a large increase in intelligence.
“You actually know very well that it is a lie, and my experience also tells me that it is a lie, so I don’t believe it anymore, and I will never believe it again.”
The blond veteran’s answer was the best It's logical and most like a normal answer.
Looking at the three younger brothers he booked, Chengda Qixin felt very tired.
In other people's lives, level up, fight monsters, and recruit younger brothers. Each of the younger brothers is a genius.
In his life, he was a beggar, a wanderer, and was kidnapped. None of the younger brothers he could take in could be considered normal.
The eldest child, Sani, is suspected to have graduated from elementary school. He ran away from home and lived on the streets without any skills.
But Sani accompanied him through the trough and was a gift.
The second child, Korno, is suspected of having a primary school diploma. She is also favored by lead candy and has a brain so stupid that it has research value.
The kind of research that can be worth publishing ten top journals.
But Kornuo became his apprentice with the help of three ring heads that almost cost Cheng Daqi his first kiss. Ridiculous, but you really need to raise your hand to become a great person.
Children who have worked hard for more than ten years must have some principles.
The third child, Scott, with a mere high school diploma, relied on his strength to become the most qualified among the three preparatory boys.
But this PTSD·battle-damaged version·ordinary veteran has lost confidence in life.
The problems among the three preparation boys were getting bigger and bigger than the last, so Cheng Daqi decided to get a reliable pie first.
Drawing cakes to satisfy hunger has been practiced since ancient times. It has been loved by heroes from all walks of life for a long time. It is actually the only magic weapon for starting a business from scratch.
Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Cheng Daqi stood up from the chair.
He spoke slowly and in a very soft tone.
"I used to be a person without any ideals. When I woke up in the morning, I would think about what to do today to spend my barren life.
I was actually very happy at that time because I didn't have to Thinking about anything in the future, I live in that barren life and enjoy everything."
Empathy, but not just empathy, Cheng Daqi also thought of himself.
Cheng Daqi thought of himself in his previous life, when he opened an auto repair shop and earned his first million.
Being evicted by the landlord, a new auto repair shop was opened on the original site of the shop, and the owner was the landlord.
Career is crushed by the reality of life, and life falls into emptiness and desolation.
“Life has beaten me down in the past, and the cruelty of reality has become a cage that binds me.
I am afraid of escaping, afraid of facing, and afraid of failing again.”
This speech-like speaking method was Cheng Daqi's deliberate attempt. He wanted to test whether eloquence skills could be triggered in carefully designed language.
“Until one day, I realized that my life was withering in the desolation.
There is no difference between people, and there is no physical difference between the richest man and a beggar.
There is no difference between people but they have completely different lives. We wither on the edge of society, but what about them?"
A little white lie, a little comparison, a little metaphor, and finally another one Questions.
Use questions to attract the audience’s attention, which is simple and effective in face-to-face communication.
“Why are we tired of even the most delicious food when we are waiting in line?
Why can't we even ask for safety, but they live in the safest villas and even have security guards when traveling?
Why do they get so much love with their wealth when we don’t even have family anymore?
Why are we disliked by others wherever we go, but they are respected by others?
It’s money! It's because we have nothing! ”
Cheng Daqi’s tone became more and more excited, and he tried to arouse the emotions of several people.
He has almost forgotten Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory, but he probably still remembers a few simple points.
All the designs achieved the results that Cheng Daqi expected, successfully triggering the effect of Eloquence LV2.
Under the influence of the system skills, the three of Sani fell into thinking.
Scott was the first to react, he questioned.
"Chan, you are wrong. We are different. You don't have nothing. You still have a company!"
Sani and Korno also reacted.
Yes, this guy doesn’t have nothing, he also has a company!
Cheng Daqi was a little dumbfounded. The skills of this system seemed to be a bit powerful. Several people listened to his every word.
But after Scott heard it, he discovered his loophole.
Picking up the wine glass and drinking water tactically, Cheng Daqi tried to cover up his embarrassment with his movements.
The black girl leaned on the table with one hand on the side of her face, looking at the extremely embarrassed Cheng Daqi, and asked.
“Were you giving a speech just now?”
What a mess!
Totally screwed up!
“I hope to ignite your fighting spirit, probably,
As friends, I hope you can start a business with me. "
Cheng Daqi replied with a wry smile.
He just found the feeling of speaking when he was interrupted by Scott.
Now he is still being raped by the black girl I saw it through.
This feeling is like pouring wine under the table. When you are in the middle of pouring, you suddenly find that your friends are all looking down at the hand that is pouring the wine.
The point is their sudden and inexplicable attention, which exposed the clumsy little plan.
Halfway through the deception, the patient revealed it, and even when Teacher Zhao came, he had to show his hands.
"Then tell me straight, why did you mention the American dream and the withered life, and you were not arrested?"
Sani looked at Cheng like a fool. Daqi, laughing and teasing.
Her neighbor is so talented that he sounds just like those lying liars on TV, and she doesn’t like it at all.
"That was a metaphor..."
Cheng Daqi defended in a low voice.
In fact, he already had a reliable way to recruit a few people into the team, such as paying wages.
But even with twenty thousand dollars in hand, Cheng Daqi has no motivation to spend money to hire people for the time being.
After all, legal status is so expensive, and every knife in my hand now has great use.
With the idea of deceiving as much as possible and making up for it in the future, he just performed the play he just performed.
"Chan, did you just say that you want us to start a business with you?"
Corno thanked Scott and looked at the questioner. He always felt that he wanted to ask something. , but couldn't think of anything, Scott asked for him now.
Nodding affirmatively, Cheng Daqi sat back on the high stool.
“I don’t know many people in the United States, and the only ones I can trust are you. If not you, who should I look for?”
The plan to temporarily engage in prostitution through deception went bankrupt, and Cheng Daqi had already begun to figure out the issues of registering a company and employee costs.
Hearing Cheng Daqi's answer, the blond veteran glanced at Sani and found that the black girl seemed to have thought of the same thing as him.
He motioned the black girl to speak with his eyes, while he raised his glass and took a big sip.
“But, Chan, the three of us are homeless, have no money, no skills, and don’t even know where to eat our next meal. How can we help you?”
With a frantic nod of approval, Korno felt that he had done the right thing by becoming friends with these people.
You don’t have to speak at all, others will understand directly what you want to say.
"You are my most reliable partner. Korno has great potential. Scott, you... can shoot and drive, and you are also a good hand."
Cheng Daqi Xiang I said Scott, you are the most normal, but I didn’t dare to say it out loud.
Some truths are too hurtful, and everyone here is a friend.
"Chan, if you want us to start a business with you, just say so. As a friend who has survived together, I will definitely help you.
What I'm most worried about is that my illness will hold you back. "
Scott was the first to speak and expressed his attitude.
Of course he doesn't mind being a helper, but he just has concerns about his ptsd.
"Chan , I have already become a disciple, and I should obey your orders now, but I am a bit stupid, and I am afraid of messing up your affairs..."
As a fan of Chinese Kung Fu, Korno knows the meaning of becoming a disciple. , otherwise he would not kowtow and knock himself out
He has self-knowledge, and self-knowledge is great wisdom.
"Chan, we are family, have you forgotten?"
Looking at the black girl's sincere eyes, Cheng Daqi was very happy, very happy that he had become a clown.
Friends are so willing to help him, but the clown is so carefree.
He raised his glass and bumped it with three other glasses.
"Fuck the American dream! Cheers!"
"Fuck the American dream!"
(End of this chapter)