The first devil chef in history

Chapter 285 Ella

The known normal revolutionary routine is actually this: popular dissatisfaction, outbreak of conflict, popular resistance, failure of resistance, public speeches.We can see that Li Gongzhe seems to have accidentally neglected a few steps, foresight and foresight are really not suitable for him.

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Feixue's voice was very nice and full of confidence, she showed great persuasiveness.The speed of her speech is not fast, you must know that the speed of speech is also one of the elements of speech.To create a calm atmosphere, it is important to speak a little slower.

There is also the so-called "three-point rule" that Feixue unknowingly used. Of course, the three-point rule is not something obscene. The three-point rule has been used in the past on Earth Today, they are expertly used by politicians and advertising producers to sell their ideas, because they know the value of the "rule of three".

"I have come, I have seen, I have conquered" - Julius Caesar "Friends, Romans, countrymen, please hear me" - Churchill "Our focus is education, education, education" - Blair
"To sum up, we can easily know that magicians, capitalists, and privileged people are the culprits that make our life like a hot desert today." Feixue took this sentence as her own At the end of the speech in heaven, she then floated down to the ground like a goddess descending to earth.

Feixue first bowed, and then said sincerely: "I apologize to you, magicians shouldn't use magic to make themselves condescending, I am now just like you, stepping on the stone ground with my feet, I and you together."

As soon as Feixue said this, there was a commotion in the surroundings. Is this magician himself going to oppose the magician?Do privileged people themselves object to privilege?It's really weird.The public speech finally came to an end, Feixue also left quickly, and the crowd talked a lot, but they dispersed after a few minutes.Among the audience, a middle-aged man in his fifties shook his head. He was wearing sackcloth and was walking staggeringly.

"How is it possible, we are just ordinary people, how can we challenge the privileged class?"

He walked back to his home in a low voice with his hands behind his back, and his home was very conspicuous among the homes of the poor.The brilliant and colorful colors make people dizzy, this house looks colorful from the outside!On the walls and stone slabs around the house, various pictures symbolizing beauty and vitality dotted the dull streets. Their existence made the middle-aged people smile slightly.When he returned home, the girl with short red hair jumped off the table and immediately ran into his arms. "Father, what's the matter with you? You look a little depressed." The girl has a vitality beyond ordinary people, and there is a spirituality in her eyes.

"It's nothing. Speaking of which, why did you jump off the table just now?" Father quickly discovered something was wrong. He looked up, and sure enough, the ceiling was all painted with various colorful drawings .

"Hey, have you finally done something to the ceiling?" Father rubbed his temples, looking a little helpless.

"Hey, how's it going, the painting is pretty good." The girl was bouncing around, as if she had ADHD, but with her cute appearance, it still looked very pleasing to the eye.

"These apples, um, are Aunt Susan giving you again?"

"Yes, Aunt Susan is really a good person. She said that after seeing my paintings, she would no longer suffer from insomnia, so she often gave me apples."

"Everyone on this street likes you, Eula, you are our hope."

"By the way, father, a man in a black robe said he wanted to find you, and he looked like a rich man. When he came just now, he found that you were not there, so he said that he would come back tomorrow. If he comes again, you must wait for him." The girl said these words innocently, but after hearing this, the father felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"The person who wears, wears a black robe, and looks either rich or noble." His father's hands trembled a little, and his expression twisted, as if he was recalling his deepest and most terrifying nightmare.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, father, could it be that you owe someone money again?" The girl hurriedly came to her father in fear, and held his father's hands.She knew that her father was a well-known big gambler in the local area many years ago. Originally, the family was a little rich, but he corrupted them all, and the girl's grandfather was also mad at him to death.But that was all in the past. He had quit gambling a few years ago.

"No, no, Eula, since you started painting half a year ago, I never gamble again." The father denied the girl's words, but his face still did not improve, and the extraordinary fear stuck to him. on the face.

"Don't be afraid, father, as long as I'm here, it doesn't matter, no one can hurt us." When the girl said this, her eyes were unusually firm, but she had an unusual sense of pride at such a young age.

"Well, Eura, I believe in you." The father's appearance was obviously shaken, but he still pretended to believe in Eura. He was really restless, and finally he stood up abruptly and walked over. A pocket watch made of gold was found under the bed.

The pocket watch was opened, and there was a black and white photo inside, which was taken with low-level magic, and the price was not very expensive.

In the photo, the father in his youth took a group photo with a cute boy who looked [-]% similar to You Aila. They looked very close.

"That's my brother, isn't it? What happened to him, father, what is the connection between all of this?" You Aila keenly sensed that the source of the atmosphere became so weird, and it was probably the person she had never met before. brother.

"You Ella, you'd better run quickly, I'll prepare your luggage for you now." The father suddenly strengthened his conviction, he strode up to Ella, and grabbed her shoulders excitedly.

Eura felt a little hurt from being scratched, and couldn't help frowning.

"Father, please tell me everything, you know, the baby Ella of this street is an independent and smart girl, I will not just follow your arrangement so casually and run away Yes!" You Aila's maturity and firmness stunned her father for a long time.

A little helpless, a little powerless, my father sat on the head of the bed slumped, silent for a long time, a long time
He suddenly spoke, the voice in his throat sounded extremely hoarse, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Your brother, his name is Jedla, he is like you, very sunny and lovely, loved by everyone on this street. Our life has vitality because of him, and his place in our hearts Just like you are now."

"But one day."

(End of this chapter)