Chapter 618 Savior! (First Update!)

The New York Times is a newspaper with a long-standing reputation in America and considerable influence internationally.

The establishment of this newspaper can be traced back to 1851. After several changes of hands, the name finally became the New York Times.

On Christmas Day, the 2004 American presidential election finally came to an end. Hussein Odebiao, who was born in Africa and was of African and German descent, became the biggest dark horse. He overcame all obstacles and was finally elected president.

Given that America now has no president and is in a special period, the first black president of America in history was sworn in directly on Christmas Day 2004 and officially became the first black president of America.

After becoming president, the first thing Hussein Odebiao had to do was to give his inaugural speech and tell his governing philosophy.

And, not one thing!

Before his speech, it was necessary to warm up, and the warm-up work naturally fell on the shoulders of major media.

The New York Times is no exception. Although the New York Times has always advocated being fair and peaceful, providing and collecting ideas from many parties, in the face of the iron fist of capital, this idea is not worth mentioning and is worthless.

Standing in front of the New York Times building, Chen Ze raised his head and looked at the office building in front of him. The light in his eyes slowly disappeared. In a moment, he became a walking corpse.

With his shoulders drooping and his head hanging down, he walked slowly into the building like a corpse.

Going to work?

Working a job where the boss scolds him every day, working a job where the overtime pay is very low.

Working a messy job, just wanting to sleep, just wanting to live a life of drunkenness and dreams in this capitalist world, not wanting to work at all, just wanting to get benefits, and not wanting anything else.

Just like that, he returned to his workstation like a walking corpse, staring with lifeless eyes, and typing mechanically on the keyboard with his hands.

Don't want to go to work!

Just want to sleep!

When Chen Zhe thought about the fact that he had to rush to finish the manuscript, and that the manuscript had to be reviewed by the editor-in-chief, and that the stupid editor-in-chief would send the manuscript back and ask him to revise it again, he felt even more resentful.

He really wanted to use this resentment to raise an evil ghost, and let the evil ghost help him rush to finish the manuscript, so that he could enjoy the benefits in the capitalist world and be a waste.

As a beacon of democracy, why can't the keyboards produced by America type by themselves?

What's the use of this democracy that is promoted every day?

Just as he was frantically rushing to finish the manuscript, the editor-in-chief Harold slowly came to his side, clasped his hands in front of his chest, raised his right hand slightly, rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb, and suddenly said:

"Chen, I need you to write an article!"

This sentence made Chen Ze slowly come back to his senses. He turned his head and stared at the editor-in-chief Harold with his lifeless eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Are you kidding?"

"The manuscripts you wrote before were good, especially the one that flattered people. It was very good. People in our newspaper can't write that kind of feeling, so this task can only be done by you."

Speaking of this, Harold rubbed his hair helplessly.

He didn't want to give the Asian in front of him a good business, but there was no way. The Asian in front of him was really good at writing articles, especially flattering articles.

Other people's flattering articles are just flattering the horse's buttocks.

This young man in front of him is not.

He flattered silently, so naturally, so casually, that people didn't feel bored when they read the article.

Seeing that the person in front of him was not in a hurry to agree, Harold hesitated for a long time, licked his lips and said:

"If you want to go for an interview when you write this article, the newspaper will reimburse all the expenses incurred by the interview."

Hearing this, Chen Ze's breathing suddenly paused, raised his head, and looked at the person in front of him with an incredible face.

And at this moment, a glimmer appeared in his lifeless eyes.

As one of the flatterers, he received news from China when he was at home yesterday, asking him to write articles crazily to flatter Hussein Odebiao, even if it was tap water, he had to write all kinds of manuscripts to flatter.

For this task requirement, Chen Ze said that this is what learning journalism is.

He originally planned to take time to write a few articles in the gaps between his work, but he never expected that he would have the opportunity to use public funds to write flattering articles.

At this moment, he had already thought of the attractions around New York and Washington.

If you go out to travel with public funds, you must find a few good places to have a good time and see.

After making up his mind, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his decadent body began to emit light and vitality.

Then he pushed his head a little harder and said loudly: "I'll take this job, but you have to give me some funds first, I want to go out and collect some wind."

Seeing him full of energy, Harold didn't say much, turned around and walked out of the office. More than half an hour later, the editor-in-chief reappeared in front of Chen Ze with a check.

Throwing the check, he immediately said: "This article will be needed in 24 hours, come on!"

After saying that, this guy walked out of the office without looking back, leaving Chen Ze staring at the check in a daze.

A check for $8,000.

A big number, enough to pay for travel expenses.

Putting the check in his pocket, Chen Ze began to pack up the things on the table without hesitation and write articles, which were urgently needed 24 hours a day.

Or go home and write.

I found Harold, asked for a day off, went to the bank to withdraw the money from the check, put it in my pocket, and then returned to my residence as quickly as possible.

After carefully counting the 8,000 US dollars and confirming that there was no mistake in the amount, Chen Ze sat in front of his home computer and began to write an article.

[Hussein Odebiao, the savior of the new era! The conductor of freedom and democracy! The leader of the new era of the earth! ]

[Freedom and democracy, these are two words.

Freedom is a word rooted in the blood of the Anglo-Saxons. It is precisely because of the pursuit of freedom that Protestantism was born.

Similarly, it is also because of the pursuit of freedom.

The Mayflower cargo ship of that year would set off from England, cross thousands of miles, cross the turbulent Atlantic, cross danger, and come to America.

The pursuit of freedom, the yearning for freedom, made the believers, merchants, slaves, scholars, workers, and thieves on the ship put aside their past grudges, handed out their own fists, merged all the fists together, and forcibly smashed out the Mars belonging to the Americans on this land.

The spark burst out from the darkness, bringing light, a contract, and finally, the spirit of America.

In the following hundred years, under the guidance of this spirit, Protestants, businessmen, slaves, scholars, workers, and criminals took root in various fields and worked hard to build this country.

But things went against their wishes. The agreement on paper did not restrain the greedy human nature. The land became gray and unclear again, and became so dirty and filthy.

At this time, the population was bought and sold, and human life was not worth mentioning.

However, where there is light, there is darkness, and where there is darkness, there is light.

The spark of freedom burst out again. This time, the free people did not choose to escape, they chose another way.

They called their friends, picked up guns, and bravely walked into the darkness.

Gunshots rang out, and flames burst out.     The darkness was torn into pieces by gunfire, and at this moment, America finally ushered in true freedom.

The black people who were enslaved on this land stood up at this moment and walked onto the stage at this moment. They gained freedom. They have been fighting for freedom all their lives and bleeding for freedom.

Even if they are still suffering from unequal treatment, they still look to the light, and their hearts and eyes are full of this world.

Time flies, and time flies.

The Soviet Union fell, but the democracy that the Soviet Union insisted on did not die with the fall of the Soviet Union, but was taken over by America and integrated into its own spirit.

When freedom and democracy are combined, the world once again collides with sparks, and this time the sparks completely illuminate the way forward for the world.

In this shining spark, Mr. Odebiao made a brilliant appearance. His arrival is the ultimate of freedom and democracy in America, and it is the inevitable fusion of freedom and democracy.

His ascension to the throne is the interpretation of freedom and democracy in America.

His black skin, his resume, and his popular support are the embodiment of freedom and democracy in America.

At this moment.

America has truly become America for the world, because at this moment, skin color, language, race, everything, when Mr. Hussein Odebiao ascended the throne, has become a thing of the past.

Those discriminations are no longer there, and the malice is no longer there. Only the flickering lights are left, in the darkness, under the turbulent waves, guiding the lost ships and the confused people to stride forward...

The appearance of Mr. Odebiao is undoubtedly a life-saving straw for the people in the darkness and the lost ships, and it is also a beam of light in the darkness, and it is also their savior.

Save them from confusion, from the savior of non-liberal democracy! 】

The keyboard tapping sound stopped at this moment, Chen Ze crossed his hands with his ten fingers, slowly raised them from his chest, and then passed through his chest and raised them up, and his body also stretched hard with this action.

In this action, he can even hear the sound of bones being pulled.

A little awkward, but very comfortable

Sure enough, interviewing and reporting, and then writing reports according to the actual situation, this kind of thing is indeed not suitable for me. The job I am best at is still writing short articles.

Sighing, he stretched out his hand and opened the drawer again. In the drawer, there was a very thick envelope.

The envelope contained 8,000 US dollars just taken out from the bank, bulging.

Reaching out to touch the envelope, Chen Ze turned his attention to the computer in front of him.

Flexing his fingers, he put his hands on the keyboard again. In the quiet night, the slight sound of fingers touching the keyboard sounded again at this moment.

[300 years, across countless generations, freedom from the East African Plateau! ]

[The African continent is the origin of human civilization. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, countless people walked out from here and traveled around the world, and a new chapter for mankind began.

From this moment on, humans began to learn to use tools, began to look up at the stars, and began to tell others their ideas.

Under the night sky, beside the burning bonfire, Skade Odbiao looked up at the stars and asked a question.

Are we the only ones under this starry sky?

When he asked this question, he did not feel confused, but felt an endless sadness suddenly surged from the depths of his heart. That sadness had no source and no origin, but made him feel cold all over beside the campfire in June.

After the cold, he met some people who looked completely different from him. These people told him that as long as he got on the ship, they could hire scholars to solve the problem.

Scudder boarded the ship.

He was lucky not to die and arrived at his destination, the Caribbean coast.

Here, he became a slave.

After unremitting efforts, Scudder won the favor of his master and was allowed to follow his master to study. During this time, he learned a lot of words and the meaning of many words.

It was at this time that he saw the word freedom.

As soon as this word appeared, it took root in his heart and could never be destroyed.

Later, America was in chaos, and Scudder's master returned to England. At this moment, Scudder also gained the freedom described in the book.

For some reason, he felt very happy, very, very happy.

He also wanted to make more people happy.

He tried many ways, but none of them worked. In the end, he died with regret and could only teach this idea to his child Jimmy O'Debiao in its entirety.

Decades later, Jimmy O'Debiao, who had been away for half his life, came to his father's grave with the answer to freedom and told his thoughts, and then, there was no more.

When he was old, Jimmy Odebiao passed his ideas to his son.

In this way, from son to son.

After hundreds of years of development, this inheritance came to Hussein Odebiao.

Hussein Odebiao was well educated when he was young. As he grew up, he was always thinking about the words left by his fathers.

After countless thoughts, he finally got the answer.

The answer is to become president, and then as president, to make the world pure.

He has been thinking about this answer and moving forward. Even if he staggers, even if he is covered in blood, even if he is about to die, he takes firm steps and moves forward step by step.

Because there is freedom ahead for him! 】

The sound of keyboard tapping fell again. Chen Ze looked at the time and found that it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Save the files on the desktop, organize the two articles, send them to the editor together, and finally push the mouse and keyboard forward and go to sleep.

The next day, while Chen Ze was still sleeping, the New York Times published two new articles.

These two articles were straightforward and thoroughly touched Hussein Odebiao's heart.

He was so excited that he walked back and forth in the room, feeling like he had met a soulmate.

And at this moment, he even felt that the people who had been helping him were also restricting his freedom.

But when he thought of those people, he became depressed again.

There was no way, those people were really powerful and could not be provoked.

But before they could take a step, his private phone rang.