The six-meter-wide street of Lan'Odo is full of various cars, and they line up from the street to the intersection. If the location is not enough, it is still parked on the sidewalk on the sidewalk.

Several traffic policemen were red in their faces. The pen in their hands kept writing license plates on the notebook, bent down and busy posting tickets. In just one morning, they harvested all the oil and water for the whole week.

The reporters came quickly, with long spears and short cannons behind thousands of people.

A hot blonde girl was holding a microphone facing the camera, yelling and hurriedly saying something.

The small vendors came faster than the reporters. The smart ones saw the license plate and knew that these people were coming from the northwest. They calculated the distance that they shouldn’t have breakfast yet.

What does this mean? This is the business opportunity!

In front of the crowd, the master Gonzalez turned sideways and asked the young man next to him to help buy coffee and sandwiches, turned his head and said, "Our plan was actually disrupted."

Han Qianshan raised his wrist and looked at his watch, smiled bitterly: "Who would have thought that at half past ten, those politicians hadn't come to work yet!"

"O God, the tax we paid actually raised such a group of borers, no! It's simply a pig."

Bell rubbed his temples and said helplessly.

The ranchers and cowboys behind were already impatient and gathered together to quarrel loudly.

This kind of scene makes the reporters even more excited. When they go back, they edit anything, which is one of the few hot news in the Great Falls.

All Americans are veterans in protesting the march. For example, they will reduce agricultural and animal husbandry subsidy tax last month, drought in Northeast Montana last month, and gossip news from the governor last month...

So the wooden signs are all ready-made. You can change the paper and write them again. You can join in with the sign. At 9 a.m., when the parade is at 9 a.m., they only have more than 200 people. Now they count more than a thousand, which is full of blocking the entrance of the city hall.

Some people didn't even know what they were doing, and they held up the last subsidy tax sign, scolding the USDA for being incompetent and Montana was leisurely and comfortable, and the most important thing they lacked was this boring guy.

A Buick came from a distance, and the hot female reporter immediately pointed to the car and shouted: "The mayor is here! It's in the side car!"

Seeing the crowds in the parade boiling, the female reporter changed her expression instantly and said seriously: "With the arrival of Mayor Adams in our Great Falls, the situation has become more serious now. I am Barbara on GF TV. Please come with me to see the scene..."

The policemen who maintained order surrounded the Buick car door. An old man with gray hair got out of the car, with a thin face and eyes shrewd in his eyes that were different from his age.

The assistant got off the co-pilot and quickly brought the microphone. He probably thought that the photogenic appearance was not good on the background, so he walked to the old mayor's ear and muttered something in a low voice.

The mayor looked back and saw a shoe repair shop across the street, facing him, nodding to the assistant, and then the police took them into the crowd, shouting as he walked: "Everyone! Please wait! I, Adams, will give you a satisfactory answer!"

When he came to the steps in front of the city hall gate, he tidied up his clothes and coughed twice. Adams said, "What's wrong with you today?"

"Mr. Hall, you'll come first."

Old Hall took the microphone sent by his assistant and shouted loudly with his thick neck: "Those damn Yankees! They want Lethbridge Town to build a 250,000 kilowatt thermal power station!"

"We will suffer from an aluminum factory in the northwest! This will directly affect our ranch output, and we will protest!"

"Yes! Isn't this bullying us Montanas!"

"We must never let them build it!"

There was a guy in the crowd who turned his head and looked at it when he heard this. He found that it was a mistake. He quietly shrank the wooden sign and clenched his fists and stood on tiptoe: "I want to protest too!"

Thousands of mouths opened together, making Adams' head grow bigger and said to the microphone: "Isn't Lethbridge Town under the jurisdiction of Canada? I..."

Before the old man finished speaking, he received the look from his assistant and realized that there was still a place for the Senator to be assigned. He coughed gently and continued to speak: "That aluminum factory was built in 1955. Mr. Hall, I can't do anything about this."

"But how can Canada bully us? Please rest assured that as a state legislator in Montana, I will arrange to meet with the mayor of Calgary and will definitely handle this matter!"

Old Adams said with his fist, and his eyes squinted to find the camera facing him, his expression even more passionate: "We in the United States are a liberal and democratic country. As mayor, I really welcome you to make such suggestions for our Great Falls..."

Han Xuan rode on his father's shoulder and covered his mouth and dozed. This was the first time he had seen such a protest.

Seeing the camera turn, I waved my hand and put a small wooden sign on it, clenched my fist on my chest.

...

The parade was broadcast last night by various TV stations, which made the whole northern Montana know about it, and it seemed that the effect was pretty good.

The next day, the Augusta Times arrived on time. Fat Ding planned to pick up the newspaper. When he saw the photo above, he was stunned and bitten and ran back quickly.

When Han Qianshan saw it coming in, he reached out to pick it up, but he didn't expect that Fat Ding bypassed him, twisted his butt and ran all the way to the second floor, laughed and cursed, poured a cup of coffee, and walked upstairs while drinking.

"Oh!" The boy was still staying in bed, and a heavy object was pressed on his head. He opened his eyes with a muffled groan, and grabbed the traumatizing fat cat in his arms and rubbed it.

Fat Ding screamed twice dissatisfied, raised his front paws and pointed it at the edge of the bed. The boy looked over and crawled out of the quilt to pick up the newspaper.

The title is written in bright red letters: Angry Falls City.

Following the photo below, a Chinese boy opened his mouth wide and looked very excited, holding a wooden sign for the thermal power station in his hand.

Han Xuan scratched his head, moved Fat Ding as a pillow, and looked at it with great interest. His father walked to him and didn't notice it.

"Oh, are you on the newspaper? Angry boy."

"Don't make fun of me, that's me dozing off, okay, all politicians are talking the same." The boy looked up and said, pointing to the picture, "Dad, you're in the newspaper too."

Han Qianshan stretched his head over and asked, "Where is it?"

"Here."

After taking a closer look, the father was exposed to his son with a pair of eyes and half of his nose under the newspaper.

"Qianshan? John is here to find you."

When Han Xuan heard his mother calling him downstairs, he pushed his father: "You go down first, I'll go to breakfast after washing up. By the way, take this guy down and remember to feed him less."

Fat Ding turned around and swung his big tail down.

Old John rubbed his hands under the elliptical tree. When he saw Han Qianshan coming down, he hurriedly said, "Boss, a gray wolf came last night!"

"We died four merino sheep, and a newly born danma calf."

"kindness?"
Chapter completed!