The time went back a few days, the day after the "supply" class supply ship was lost.

The city of Seattle was in chaos. There were many guard posts, military and police were rampant, and the citizens were in panic. Only Zhou Qingfeng continued to wander around the city like a vain and entered the treasure house of the forty thieves. He would not rush to leave, right? Mr. Zhou would have to stay for a few more days even if he was silly.

However, from Boise to Seattle, Zhou Qingfeng had two more wives and daughters from the Franklin family. These two women were stuck to Uncle Zhou like honey, and as a result, Rachel, whose relationship improved slightly, had a cold face to distance himself from him.

The two women of the Franklin family were well-known within the Brotherhood, and Zhou Qingfeng had no interest in them. But they insisted on following, and Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to do anything. He could only use the excuse of fulfilling his priest's obligations and put on a shameless face to Rachel's charity action.

The wife continued to make public charitable donations in Seattle, but she became much less popular and had a much sincere attitude. She no longer went to give speeches, but instead planned to build a long-term relief agency based on the church. Mr. Zhou was specifically responsible for complaining on the side...

"The rescue agency should be an institution with strict supervision and meager profitability. The rescue cannot become a training for lazy people, nor can it cultivate a "uncle". People who are able to work should take spur measures, and labor-for-relief is the best.

Even if some work does not meet the wishes of the rescued person, it must be enforced. The basic principle of rescue is 'labor to create people'. If it really doesn't work, people will go to farm. In short, you cannot be too leisurely. You cannot make relief a way for some people to get rich, and you cannot let the Virgin bitch get in."

Rachel deliberately found a quiet corner near the church and discussed the rules and regulations of the rescue agency with several priests. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng running over, she pretended that she didn't see it, and neither welcomed nor rushed. But as soon as she came up, she wrote about the organizational standard for a long time to make a splash.

"What are you doing when writing so many wonderful wishes? You are not making a report, but implementing rules."

"It's a matter of not long-lasting to just write about the efforts and not the rewards."

"Don't think of human nature too beautiful. Sometimes holding a big stick can better 'come a consensus'."

Regarding Zhou Qingfeng’s nonsense, the two women from the Franklin family behind him immediately applauded and expressed their praise, feeling that what he said was the best but an amazing idea!

Several priests who participated in the preparation organization were stunned. Is this really a saint and a saint? This is clearly a devil and an angel.

Only Rachel dared to glar at Zhou Qingfeng coldly. She was too lazy to pay attention to this crazy man who spoke wildly. She continued to build the rescue agency she wanted according to her own ideas. However, the two women from the Franklin family seemed to be interested in this agency and came up with ideas.

Zhou Qingfeng was excluded but was temporarily relieved. He walked out of the church alone, walked a few hundred meters along the street outside, and casually walked into a coffee shop on the side of the road.

It was broad daylight, and there were not many people in the store. The waiter stepped forward to ask what he needed. After sitting down, Zhou Qingfeng asked back: "Can you chat with me casually?"

The waiter was a big and thick white man. He was obviously just an ordinary person and could not recognize Zhou Qingfeng's identity. For the sake of a large tip, he brought Zhou Qingfeng a cup of instant coffee and a plate of cake, and sat opposite Zhou Qingfeng.

"I haven't seen Asians for a long time." The tall waiter lit a cigarette and said.

"Why? Are they all dead?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"A lot of deaths have died, and the rest have fled to an unknown area." The waiter shrugged and said that he was not very familiar with it.

"But you should be able to come back now, right? There are more job opportunities, more materials, and more society is stable." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Hahaha..." The waiter still shook his head, and he spitted a cigarette and said, "Apartheid, survival competition, reproduction crisis. This is how the government promotes it. In fact, it is not only Asians, but also Africans and Hispanics. They are all expelled.

The government initially said that it was to give white people priority, but in fact, white people were divided into different classes in the end. I believed in those propaganda, and only a small number of people who could get priority."

“Seattle enforces apartheid policy?”

"It's not just Seattle, but the entire Brotherhood. This is some kind of unspoken rule, a rule that is not public but does exist."

The messenger's words revealed a lot of information. In order to survive in the nuclear winter, the Iron Brotherhood, which was mainly white, decided without hesitation to allocate all resources to white people as much as possible. Other races became inferior people and were excluded.

The unorganized African and Hispanics were quickly expelled or enslaved, and Asians were better in their ability and organization, but they were too small to escape or marginalize.

But this policy does not benefit all white people. When power and resources begin to concentrate, this trend is irreversible. No one will easily share everything they have with others, and the result is that white people begin to oppress white people.

The waiter sighed: "Everything in the city belongs to some big man, even this coffee shop. Ten percent of the powerful holds 90 percent of the wealth, and those high-ranking rulers also enact laws to prohibit the lower class from challenging their authority."

Differences between the rich and the poor, and class solidification.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his chin. This situation has always existed before the catastrophe and is considered a feature of America. In comparison, flower planters are much better. At least they go to a good university and find a good job, and they will not need a letter of recommendation from a member of the parliament.

"Do you have a gun?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The waiter casually lifted his shirt, revealing a revolver with a 38-caliber diameter around his waist.

"Do you want to resist?"

"I just have a gun, but the government has a gun."

Zhou Qingfeng and the waiter both smiled and smiled bitterly.

The waiter continued: "It was like this in the past, and it is the same now, and it has even intensified. At least in the past I could find women who were willing to marry me, but now I can't find women. The superiors can easily have a bunch of mistresses, but the lower level doesn't even want a brothel.

This society is sick, but few people are willing to change it. Do you know? I hate the Aurora Legion because the trade of the Legion helped the Brotherhood stabilize its rule. Originally, there were people who wanted to stand up and resist because they couldn't live a life. Now that life is better, fewer people are willing to fight to the death.

The church has started to come out to deceive people again. For a while, no one listened to the priest’s nonsense, and now someone goes to the church to pray. It’s really a bunch of ignorant and ignorant people.”

Perhaps it was Zhou Qingfeng's special identity as an Asian person, which made the waiter open the conversation. When he was excited, he pounded the table hard and vented his dissatisfaction with the society and the government loudly. After hearing his complaints, Zhou Qingfeng silently walked out of the coffee shop. Outside the store, Wen Tianyu was waiting for him.

"What this guy said is a bit reasonable, reflecting the true thoughts of the bottom of society. But..., go to inform the Seattle police that there is an anti-governmentist here.

His thoughts are too dangerous, too dangerous." Zhou Qingfeng, who walked out of the coffee shop, said to Wen Tianyu, "I don't like this kind of person either, I'm not under control."

Wen Tianyu was stunned, glanced at the tall waiter who was cleaning the dining table in the coffee shop, and recorded the other person's appearance.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Wen Tianyu again, "Do you have something to ask me for?"

Wen Tianyu Standalone reported: "I want to give you a preliminary report on the situation of the Masonic naval ships you asked me to investigate, especially the situation of the aircraft carrier."
Chapter completed!