Chapter 141 Occupy ‘Wall Street’ and let this fire burn all over the world!
Sunday in San Francisco.
Today is obviously a very rare day, and not just because it is a day off.
What's more critical is that several main roads in the city are congested on holidays.
More than 100,000 citizens entered here in a short period of time, and they stopped and watched.
Either eating a burger on a bench, or sitting outside a coffee shop drinking coffee, but his eyes are firmly fixed on the end of the street, as if waiting for some 'people' to appear.
There was only one sentence in the eyes of these onlookers, and that was: 'The 'respectful' parade will soon arrive in their loyal San Francisco! ’
Although all the media have maintained a long silence on this matter.
But this did not prevent them from learning the news and knowing why this team was speaking out.
Those so-called "animal protection", "plant protection", "LGBT" and other protests, as long as normal people use their brains, they will know that they are just a shield used by the capitalists to "divide classes".
The ultimate purpose is just to numb the public and prevent them from delving into the real core problem of Eagle Sauce.
But this team is different, their slogan is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
"Protest against the capitalists! Protest against tax evasion! Protest against the open 'corruption' between capital and the powerful!"
This is not only something that this team wants to protest, but also a "shady story" that almost all ordinary people in Eagle Sauce are angry about.
Since there are people who are willing to bravely stand up and speak out, they have to help out at all costs.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
When the huge crowd appeared, holding banners and various slogans.
The original size of more than two thousand people had unknowingly nearly doubled again, and four thousand people turned into a "black and dense" cloud and broke into everyone's sight.
There wasn't any noise, let alone loudspeakers shouting in unison.
They seemed to announce their arrival with uniform footsteps and synchronously waving flags, using this 'silent' protest.
‘0.1% of people own 99.9% of the wealth! ’
‘99% of ordinary people provide the enjoyment of 1% of the powerful! ’
‘We need to pay equal taxes, not the richer the people, the less they pay! ’
In an instant, bursts of thunderous applause sounded in unison, which seemed to be the city's response.
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Next to the main road.
"Dad, do you think they can succeed? Resist the 'capitalists' here in Yingjiang?"
A young white man looked at his father and asked with a frown.
"I hope they can succeed." The middle-aged white man, who was about fifty years old, sighed: "John, please remember, sooner or later, the various medical, military, and financial complexes in the country, such as Yingjiang, will succeed. Drained the blood of the entire country.”
“But it’s us ordinary people who bear all this.”
These capitalists are like blood-sucking insects, constantly lying on the golden mountain of Eagle Sauce to absorb huge amounts of wealth.
As the number one developed country, it is the top country in the world in terms of military and economy.
The average life expectancy is the lowest, but the per capita medical, insurance, lawyer and other expenses are the highest in the world. This is simply a big joke.
The day these capitalists are unable to harvest wealth from the global market will be a blow to the people in China.
However.
When he heard this, the child standing next to him had a smile on his face: "Why just hope?"
The white young man named ‘John’ decisively took off his clothes, revealing a red vest with a logo printed on it.
"What are you doing?" Old John looked at this familiar mark and pointed at him in disbelief.
John looked at the crowd in front of him who was marching silently. This was the party he wanted to join!
Little John didn't know who the organizer of this team was, let alone the leaders, but he only knew one thing now.
‘This is Eagle-chan’s hope! I'm going to join them! ’
A few hundred meters away from Little John.
Outside an ice cream dessert shop, Lu Ze and Lucy also came to visit this 'grand' event.
And very coincidentally, next to him was the long-lost black and white evil spirits.
The pair of Buller and Parker stared at the crowd in front with serious and nervous faces, as if they were worried that any unexpected situation might happen at any time.
After all, this was an operation that had been planned for nearly a month, and it couldn't fall short at the last moment.
This was the first time that Lu Ze appeared in front of these two people with his true face, but the two of them obviously did not recognize the man next to them, the 'strange uncle' who guided them on this bright road.
At best, I think this is just an Asian who is curious about ‘protests’.
After a while, when all the thousands of people had passed through this main road, Parker and Buller, one fat and one thin, hurried to the next location.
They also need to observe the situation there in advance so that they can take various countermeasures.
Watching the two people's back gradually, Lu Ze's eyes bloomed with a hint of brilliance.
I thought to myself: 'It seems that this pair of black and white demons can go further than I thought. ’
‘That’s good, the stagnant water of Yingjiang really needs to be stirred up by them. ’
As long as it can cause trouble for Yingjiang, Lu Ze is willing to do it, and even add fuel to the flames.
The messier the eagle sauce is, the better for the world. These thoughts passed through me.
Looking at Lucy who was still 'offline' next to her, it was obvious that after watching the parade, she was wandering around and not knowing what to think.
Lu Ze pulled her cheek: "Let's go, didn't you say we were going to the amusement park?"
"Yeah, let's go quickly." Lucy was forced to turn on her phone and finally came to her senses.
The main purpose of the two of them this time was not to watch this 'parade and protest', but to take advantage of Sunday to visit the busiest city in the Bay Area and have a good time.
After all, Lu Ze came to San Francisco several times to do various things.
Or go to watch the Navy Open Day or apply for a passport and visa for Lucy. Now taking advantage of this rare opportunity where he doesn't have to think about 'copying anything', Lu Ze wants to take a good tour of this metropolis.
When Lucy heard the news, she naturally followed her "obligingly".
If Lucy is Lu Ze's only friend in the LLNL laboratory, then Lucy's only 'true friend' is him.
After all, there were very few people in the laboratory who could get along with her regardless of her identity.
And Lucy doesn't need a companion who only flatters her. She has long been disgusted with that kind of environment, so she came to the LLNL laboratory to be an 'ordinary' graduate student.
The two held hands and slowly left, this main road becoming 'silent'.
In the afternoon.
In San Francisco, a large-scale holiday amusement park.
Lucy was riding a carousel, her excited and joyful laughter rippling around her.
Staring at this beautiful scene, Lu Ze glanced at the information displayed on the light screen on his eyeballs.
[Number of copies: 0! 】(Refresh cooldown countdown: three weeks.)
I sighed secretly in my heart: ‘It seems that this ‘double copy’ function should be used less in the future.’
‘This cooling time is too long’
Although, this 'double copy' permission is very good. When you encounter good things, you can consume the number of copies in the next month to get double rewards.
But it also brings a huge problem, that is, what if he encounters a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier in the next month?
When the time comes, won’t it be like ‘entering the treasure mountain and returning empty’? I will be so angry that I will die!
Therefore, the number of subsequent copies can be saved as much as possible, and the 'double copy' can be used without it, unless it is a technological product such as an amphibious assault ship that has to be 'double copied'.
Just when Lu Ze was thinking about this, he suddenly felt like he was being pulled up.
There were waves of soft and delicate touches in my hands, and Lucy's voice came in my ears: "Come on, let's play together!"
She held Lu Ze's hand, and the two sat on a wooden horse together.
Then, it began to rotate slowly.
"Lucy. Is this really not bad?" Lu Ze frowned and asked worriedly.
"No, how much do you weigh?"
Lucy denied decisively.
She also thought that Lu Ze was worried that the combined weight of the two of them would crush the machine.
only.
Lu Ze obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with his weight. He tightened Lucy's waist with both hands: "I'm asking whether your weight is too heavy!"
Although Lucy is very thin, her problem is that she is too curvy where she should be.
With such extraordinary talent, Lu Ze could feel the 'jealous' looks from the women next to him.
Just by leaning against her like this, I could feel the weight coming from the front. Could it be that it wasn't heavy?
"This wooden horse has a high load-bearing capacity. Don't worry." Lucy rolled her eyes at him and continued to stretch out her hands and wave happily.
Considering the size of a fat man like Yingjiang, who weighs over two to three hundred pounds per person, how could the load-bearing capacity of this merry-go-round be low?
If this is too low, it is estimated that more than 50% of users will be lost!
And outside of San Francisco.
The entire protest march has come to an end.
Buller and Parker stared at the 'dark' crowd, with a fire rising in their hearts.
Although the march was successful, it also caused a lot of commotion.
But that's not enough!
This is not enough for those capitalists and the entire Eagle Sauce to make huge concessions for them. In other words, they need to ignite a more fervent fire!
In a secret meeting attended by only a dozen people.
Buhler looked at this group of first-level propaganda cadres and asked a question with serious eyes: "Let me ask you, where are those capitalists?"
"New York!"
Everyone replied without thinking.
"Where are the capitalists most concentrated!"
"Wall Street!" echoed again.
“So, that’s our next goal.’
‘Occupy Wall Street! ”
Buller waved his big hand and fixed his eyes firmly on a certain place on the map.
This is the next goal!
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