"Hey, Jennifer, come here"

In a secret underground base, a tall white man waved to a woman in a black leather tights.

The woman who was lazy and playing with her cell phone frowned, then jumped off the sofa quickly and followed the other party into a room.

"Your mission failed!" As soon as you entered the door, the white man said to her with a cold expression.

"Failed?" Jennifer raised his eyebrows and said, "No way? On the task list, the family of seven is missing. I have compared everyone, including the three-year-old little Jenny." He paused and frowned and said, "Does he have an illegitimate child outside? Then you can't blame me, it's because you have any problems with your own intelligence."

"Race Mitt is still alive!" said the white man coldly.

"Ha?" Jennifer was stunned at first, then frowned and said, "Boss, this joke is not funny. I personally twisted his head and sent it to you. You saw that on the other end, it wasn't a copy, right?"

The white man was silent for a moment and didn't say anything. He directly opened the virtual screen in the office, and saw that the special Times interview screen was playing on it.

On the screen, in addition to the well-known host: Jessica and today's main interviewee: Andrew Yang, there are several heavyweight guests, and the most conspicuous one is naturally the Les Mitte who has always been stern.

"Watfa?" Jennifer's eyes widened: "How did this guy come out?"

"I want to ask you this!" said the white man coldly.

"Impossible," Jennifer shook his head and said, "Did I kill a substitute? But if he had prepared for it, how could he not arrange his family?"

The white man was silent for a moment when he heard this, feeling that the other party was right. If Mit had expected this assassination and prepared a substitute, how could he have let his family be buried with him?

And according to Jennifer, when she sneaked into the assassination, Mitt was doing radio gymnastics with her beautiful model wife. Such a person would not cuckold himself even if he had a stand-in.

After thinking about it, he finally said, "You take the gray wolf to the Times Center and find an opportunity to catch the guy on the TV and figure out the situation."

"I understand." Jennifer narrowed his eyes and looked at Mit on the screen. A trace of interest flashed in her eyes. She didn't believe that the one she killed was fake. After all, Mit was her former master. She had been sleeping with him for more than ten years. It was impossible to make a mistake.

So if the one you killed is real, where did this appear on TV?

It's really interesting-

At the same time, the interview is in its intensified stage, and Andrew is describing his experience with emotion:

"Some time ago, I was shopping in a supermarket. I was discriminated against because of the latest epidemic. A feeling of shame that I haven't had for a long time suddenly surged into my heart. I was sober and I was even a little ashamed."

"Actually, I have had this feeling since I was a child, but because I had a family and ran for president after I became an adult, I thought I had washed away this sense of shame. But in fact, it was not. My yellow skin was still the biggest obstacle for me to not integrate into American society. This obstacle was bigger than I thought. I didn't know how to deal with this kind of discrimination, because no matter whether I was talking to others or shouting at others, I was not allowed to discriminate against me, but I still couldn't change the status quo. This made me confused for a while, and it was also the reason why I voluntarily gave up the election last time!"

Hearing this, everyone present, including An Shunwang, who looks like Mit, all had a whip on his face, especially An Shunwang, who just wanted to throw the vase next to him onto the guy's face.

Still ashamed, confused, give up actively? It seems that if you don’t have that yellow skin, you can be as bright as the sky

Listening to the guy making a fuss, An Shunwang couldn't help but sneer: "I remember that you basically didn't pay attention to you in the last election? Isn't this the reason why you gave up the election?"

"Forehead"

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone stared at An Shunwang blankly.

This kind of venomous snake problem cannot be encountered, but as your supporter behind the scenes, isn’t it good?

Andrew was also stunned, not understanding what his ally was.

Seeing everyone looking at him, An Shunwang was stunned. He knew that he was excited. He then coughed lightly and said, "Cough, since you have chosen to run for election again, you must have overcome the previous confusion of being discriminated against? So as a Chinese, how do you think this discrimination should be eliminated?"

Everyone nodded suddenly. This problem is relatively normal and more skillful.

An Shunwang himself admired himself, it’s a big deal, he can actually ask such a good question. He doesn’t have to go shopping in the post bar in vain.

Andrew hurriedly answered: "Mr. Mitt's question is very good. Since I chose to participate in the election again, I have naturally done it well in the face of all this. Over the years, I have thought a lot and gradually realized that in the face of discrimination, incompetent anger and inferiority are meaningless, and this can only have a counterproductive effect. I have received some knowledge from Central China from my grandfather, and a lot of the knowledge seems to be relatively old and old. However, there is a saying that I agree with. There is a saying in Central China culture called "I examine myself three times a day!" It means that I reflect on what I have not done well every day."

"I think this sentence can also be applied to the issue of discrimination. We should not always worry about discrimination itself, but should look for problems from ourselves. We should think carefully about why they do not accept us? Why do we discriminate against us? Is there something we have not done well? If we can do better, can we eliminate this barrier? I think what we Chinese people need to do next is not fierce resistance, but to calm down and think about how to integrate into this great country, and should show their 'American nature' more. For example, wearing clothes with star and stripe flag colors that represent the American flag style. This is a very good thing for the Red and Japanese people. During the war, they voluntarily joined the American army to fight against the Red and Japanese countries."

"Wow," Jessica smiled beside her, "Your point of view is very thoughtful."

Jessica spoke so politely, but there was a sense of sarcasm in her eyes, and then she looked at An Shunwang just now: "Mr. Mitt, what do you think of Mr. Andrew's statement?"

At this time, An Shunwang, who had already calmed down, turned red again because of the other party's words!

What the hell is this? Oh, if others don’t agree with you, discriminate against you, and insult you, you will lick it even more? Grass mud horse, what did your ancestors use for this? You dog thing!!

"Mr. Mitt?" Jessica asked after seeing that the other party had been silent.

"Oh" An Shunwang took a deep breath, slowly slowed down from his anger and said coldly: "Sorry, I just didn't expect the other party to say that, so I was a little shocked."

"What do you think of Mr. Andrew's statement?" Jessica asked again.
Chapter completed!