The next morning it was bright and clear.

The rain has stopped, but Manhattan is shrouded in fog.

There are policemen watching with binoculars.

"Shet, this son of a bitch, tricked us into soaking in the rain all night, and now he's brushing his teeth."

Yes, Zhao Chuanxin rushed back last night.

He washed up in the hospital, lifted up the skull mask and brushed his teeth in the morning, and he was still well protected.

But a group of policemen, even though they were wearing raincoats, were still soaked like eggplants beaten by frost, and they were like grandsons who dared not relax.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and rinsed his mouth, looking at the sky covered with clouds and fog, feeling that it would not rain again.

The sunny weather is a good sign, because the police in Manhattan are attracted here, and there must be trouble outside.

He even took out the stove, lit a charcoal fire to boil water, fried himself eggs, and filled his stomach with beef between slices of bread.

The police outside looked at each other in shock.

"Fake, are we just going to surround this homeless man like this?"

Isn’t this how homeless people live?

"Don't worry, the superintendent has already applied for the use of heavy machine guns. It is said that the New York Assembly discussed municipal bonds yesterday and had no time to pay attention to this. But as long as the higher-ups allow it, Chen Yigeng will die!"

"Yes, the police can lose face, but Chen Yigeng must die!"

And the reporters are here again.

Finding that the matter had not yet been resolved, the reporters became angry.

"Let us in."

If Gerald Stanley hadn't sneaked in yesterday, the superintendent would never have let him go.

But now that the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, it doesn’t matter.

The superintendent waved his hand and let him go.

Gerald Stanley became the representative of New York City journalists because he was the least afraid of death and had the best friendship with "Chen Yigeng".

After Gerald Stanley brought reporters from various newspapers closer, he found that Zhao Chuanxin was dancing? Or practicing some kind of kung fu?

"Chen, what are you doing?"

Zhao Chuanxin said nothing because his breath would be confused if he spoke.

He slowly stood on one hand, bent his legs back, then brought them together and swung them to the left. After doing so, he changed his hands and swung his legs to the other side...

A group of reporters were stunned.

Someone murmured: "Is this still a fucking human?"

Zhao Chuanxin propped up his body with one hand and bent his body sideways into a "V".

To do this, you need to move very slowly, and the muscles will never tremble due to exertion, so as not to hurt the joints.

This is also Zhao Chuanxin’s first attempt.

After practicing a set, Zhao Chuanxin adjusted his breath and said: "I am practicing!"

"What power?"

"China has magical powers!"

"Oh, what kind of power is it?"

"It is China that has magical power!"

"..."

"New York World" reporter Gerald Stanley said: "Chen, don't you know, in addition to the more than 600 police officers in the First Precinct, at least a thousand people gathered outside. There are also countless spectators.

.Aren’t you afraid?”

"Hey!" Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "What's the use of being afraid? Do I, a victim at the bottom of society, have the right to speak? Fortunately, you uncrowned kings have not been bribed by the New York Police Department, otherwise I would

If Dou E is wronged, no one can vindicate her."

While talking, he observed carefully.

I noticed that two reporters had unnatural expressions.

Then I realized that the New York City yamen had not completely given up on public opinion.

But it doesn’t matter.

Gerald Stanley said earnestly: "Chen, I see that the police have set up heavy machine guns outside. They must be waiting for orders from their superiors. Because the police are gathered here, criminals in many places in New York are ready to move without being controlled.

.If I am not mistaken, this matter has alarmed the higher-ups, so you should be careful.”

After two days of interviews, friendship emerged.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Thank you very much for the reminder."

What he was waiting for was chaos outside.

Gerald Stanley asked again: "What are you going to do today?"

"Today is another day full of positive energy. I plan to fight tooth and nail... No, I plan to fight corruption and evil forces to the end!"

Gerald Stanley coughed dryly: "Chen, think about it carefully. Is there anything you want to tell us today? Think about it carefully."

Gerald Stanley is not a fool. What Zhao Chuanxin said yesterday was too watery.

However, the newspaper that was urgently printed yesterday was sold out this morning, and more copies are even being printed.

What does this mean?

There is something interesting about this matter. No matter whether it is an exaggeration or not, let’s do a series of reports.

Zhao Chuanxin understood instantly, blinked and said, "Yes, today I will tell you a shocking secret!"

Gerald Stanley and the reporters were refreshed!

Zhao Chuanxin said forcefully: "What I am going to talk about today is the most original cause of the whole thing-the conspiracy of the Freemasons..."

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Zhao Chuanxin first mentioned Freemasonry, and then mentioned the amazing identities of its members, including who is currently a member of the Yamen Gate.

Then he began to arrange that all previous economic crises were their conspiracy.

The Industrial Revolution and numerous wars were all controlled by them.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Their purpose of provoking conflicts between races is to eliminate nine-tenths of the population on the earth. In the end, less than 300 million people are left as elites. A group of idiots who engage in discrimination are willing to be

Their manipulation is so stupid..."

Many reporters' heads were buzzing after hearing this.

The point is, if Zhao Chuanxin read it from a book, they might think it was complete nonsense.

However, Zhao Chuanxin has all kinds of characters and detailed data at his fingertips, and it doesn't sound like they were made up at all.

The joke, my marketing account, has evolved over the years.

Gerald Stanley's breathing became heavy: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I guarantee Chen Yigeng's personality. If he lies, Chen Yigeng will give birth to a son without an asshole..."

A reporter asked excitedly: "Chen, who else is their member?"

"There are also the Rockefeller and Morgan families. These people have bad intentions. You should tell the public to be careful about them."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even write a draft, but just threw dirty water on it.

Gerald Stanley rolled his eyes: "Chen, how can you prove what you say?"

This puts Zhao Chuanxin in a difficult position.

His mind turned several turns in the electric light, and his eyes lit up: "Guys, just wait and see, something big is going to happen in October. And this big thing will be a farce directed and acted by Morgan. If I

If it doesn’t come true, you just think I’m farting!”

At this time, various prophets and magicians have appeared.

Gerald Stanley originally wanted Zhao Chuanxian to spout off nonsense and predict something that would happen a few years later.

Anyway, after a few years, everyone has forgotten what happened today.

But Zhao Chuanxin is even more explosive, directly predicting what will happen next month.

You know, September will be over in a few days.

"Very good!" Gerald Stanley stood up excitedly and played with the camera: "Chen, I will take a photo for you, and then go back to prepare tomorrow's newspaper."

Zhao Chuanxin also stood up, patted his butt, took out a cigar and lit it, put on his cowboy hat, took out his sunglasses and put them on, then put the Lee Enfield rifle on his shoulder: "The pose is ready, ready to shoot."

"..."

Click, click, click...
To be continued...