America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 123 Smashed? American dream!

San Luodu, a certain restaurant.

The blonde girl was having dinner with Tamir.

The food at the Michelin restaurant is of course 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 2000 dollars to me yet. When I transferred money from the primary card to the secondary card, I should have deducted 2000 dollars directly."

"Ask him for it, just ask for it directly. With his character, he will definitely not refuse."

The rich black-haired woman understands her best friend's symptoms very well.

She and Lisa were so 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 could even guess Lisa's state of mind.

Most likely, 'I've only lent it to him for 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 the dangerous streets. But now, it seems like I'm stingy."

"Haha!" The rich black-haired woman didn't even bother to say another word.

"Are you laughing at me?" The blonde girl looked unkind.

"No, I thought of something happy."

"What happy thing?"

“The news said that the chairman of the San Loduo Police Chiefs Council was burned to death in his home due to a natural gas explosion.

Counting the one who committed suicide last night, two people have died now.

West Coast, tsk! "

The rich black-haired woman was already homesick.

In Missouri, the virtue of sincerity has not yet been forgotten.

Just say how you want to die, everyone is very pragmatic.

How can it be like the West Coast, where there are both suicides and natural gas explosions?

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's a problem here?"

Lisa had never paid attention to these 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 his friends also showed up.

"I'm guessing there are going to be a lot of concussions among LAPD officers over the next few months."

The rich woman didn't explain halfway through her words, 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 hold back. She knew her best friend's desire to talk.

"Don't you know about the American concussion, honey?"

"Isn't this a very normal disease? Why is it so American?"

“Because this is non-combat attrition, it can be used to cover up real casualties in statistical terms.

It is most common in the US military, 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 a lot of soldiers in our military who appear to be dying from 'characteristic concussions' but actually aren't?"

"Special concussion is just a representative, there may be other forms, such as distinctive colds, distinctive rectal cancer, etc. In the end, they are all non-combat attrition."

"Are you kidding? How can the American military be so incompetent?"

The blonde girl felt a little unbelievable.

Her thoughts and thinking are representative of the vast majority of Americans.

These people may realize that something is getting wrong with America and may no longer be so patriotic.

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 America's values ​​are correct, its military is still the best in the world, and its economy is also very strong.

"Times have changed, honey. The Afghan veteran last night is an example. He deferred service for a full six years.

The American military has been ruined by the military-industrial complex, by the military officers, senior Pentagon officials, and politicians who colluded with the military-employee complex.

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 U.S. military-industrial complex, so she is naturally merciless.

"In Afghanistan, the number of non-combat attrition of those soldiers 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 tentatively answered.

"Five years?"

This is the highest number she thinks in her heart.

Lisa felt that no matter how slow the construction was, five years would be enough to build the same road.

"Oh, the answer is more than ten years. It has been more than ten years, and I haven't completed half of it yet.

The American military has been winning in Afghanistan for more than ten years, but the area it controls is 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 after lying for so long, they themselves believed their lies. "

The reason was of course very complicated, but Temir didn't bother to explain, she just complained 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, seemed to no longer exist.
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“Why should we believe in the American Dream?

I mean, we all know it's a nice lie put forward by a politician, so why do we still believe it? "

Sitting on a high stool in a 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 bistro is a favorite among blond veterans.

Taking a big bite of the honey-glazed pork ribs, Cheng Daqi smiled and waited for Sani and the others to give their answers.

"But I don't believe that shit, Chan."

Sani is the most indifferent to these things. She never thought that she would have any connection with these bullshit slogans.

"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 don't believe it anymore."

The blond veteran's answer was the most logical and the most normal.

Looking at the three younger brothers he had booked, Cheng Daqi was 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 begging, wandering, being kidnapped, and being able to take in a younger brother. None of his conditions could be considered normal.

The eldest child, Sani, is suspected to have graduated from elementary school and ran away from home to live 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, is also favored by lead sugar, and has a brain so stupid that it has research value.

The kind of research that can be worth publishing ten top journal articles.

But Korno managed to become his apprentice with the help of three ringing heads that almost caused Cheng Daqi to lose his first kiss. Ridiculous, but one really needs to raise his 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.

For the three preparation boys, each problem was getting bigger than the last, so Cheng Daqi decided to get a reliable pie first.

Painting 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.

After 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 fill my barren life.

I was actually very happy at that time, because I didn’t have to think about anything in the future. I was living in that barren life and enjoying 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.

After being evicted by the landlord, a new auto repair shop was opened on the original site of the store, and the owner was the landlord.

Career is crushed by the reality of life, and life falls into emptiness and desolation.

“In the past, life beat me down, and the cruelty of reality became a cage that bound me.

I was afraid of running away, afraid of facing it, afraid of failing again. "

This speech-like way of speaking was Cheng Daqi's deliberate attempt to see 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 who have completely different lives. We are withering on the edge of society, but what about them?"

A little white lie, a little comparison, a little metaphor, and finally a question.

Using questions to attract the audience's attention is simple and effective in face-to-face communication.

“Why are they tired of even the most delicious food while we queue up to beg for food?

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 Eloquence LV2 to take effect.

Under the influence of the system skills, all 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 had just found the feeling of speaking when he was interrupted by Scott.

Now the black girl has seen through it.

This feeling is like pouring wine under the table. When you are in the middle of pouring, you suddenly find that your friends who are drinking with you 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.

The patient exposed him halfway through the deception, 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? Besides, you weren't even put in jail."

Sani looked at Cheng Daqi like a fool and teased with a smile.

Her neighbor was so talented that he sounded just like those lying liars on TV, and she didn'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?"

Korno thanked and looked at Scott who asked the question. He always felt that he wanted to ask something, but couldn't think of it. Scott asked it 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 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.

After 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 like he was doing the right thing by being 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 wanted to say that Scott, you are the most normal, but he did not dare to say it.

Some truths are too hurtful, and all of us here are friends.

"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 spoke first and expressed his attitude.

Of course he doesn't mind helping others, he just has concerns about his PTSD.

"Chan, I have become a disciple. I should obey your orders now. It's just that I'm a bit stupid and I'm afraid of messing up your affairs..."

As a fan of Chinese kung fu, Korno knows the meaning of becoming a master, otherwise he would not kowtow to the point of knocking himself out.

He has self-knowledge, and self-knowledge is great wisdom.

"Chan, we are family, have you forgotten?"

Looking into the black girl's sincere eyes, Cheng Daqi was very happy, very happy that he had become a clown.

His friends were so willing to help him, but the clown was so calculating.

He raised his glass and bumped it with three other glasses.

"Fuck the American dream! Cheers!"

"Fuck the American dream!"

(End of this chapter)