Under the dim moonlight, sweat trickled down the bard's face bit by bit. It was obvious that the words on this paper were too outrageous. Perhaps in endless time and space, he has chosen the profession of poet countless times, whether poor or rich. But this is also a challenge that he has never encountered in his life journey of infinite planes.
"How about it, do you want to read it or not?"
The man next to him raised the dollar in his hand and whispered like a devil.
The man fell silent.
"Don't you want to? Then forget it, I won't force you."
Seeing the man's reluctance, Song Wenbin turned around decisively and walked forward with Wei Ning.
Walked almost ten meters.
Suddenly, the man's hoarse roar came from behind.
“Byt violates human rights!
"
"Freedom for Nasus men!
"
“Long live wtzc!
"
The voice was hoarse and filled with unwillingness.
The devil activated his money power.
Song Wenbin smiled slightly, led his servant back to the poet Duncan with a smile, and took out one of the bills in his hand and gave it to him.
"Only...only one?"
Duncan looked at the banknotes and asked in despair.
"Duncan, do you want to sit by the river all your life, waiting for rewards from passersby, or do you want to stand in the center of tens of thousands of people, listen to their inner desires, and recite poetry to them?"
Song Wenbin stood in front of Duncan and said calmly.
Duncan raised his head dully and looked at the man in the moonlight. This glance was like traveling through time and space for thousands of years, so many years later, Duncan could not forget the tall figure of the man standing by the river in Amsterdam. The dark clouds covered his body and his face. He and his His servants are like the top devils walking gracefully in the endless hell, making heart-shaking offers in an irresistible tone.
"I will make you become the top poet and the top improvisational drama actor in Amsterdam within a week. As long as you are willing, give up those insignificant morals and become my incarnation." Song Wenbin said softly: "It only takes one week. Money, wealth, and fame will all come rolling in, and all Armstrong people will remember your name..."
Those charming and magnetic words seemed to take away his soul.
When he came to his senses again, he was already standing in Amsterdam's famous Museum Square. In this place, there are stored the top treasures of countless artists, and there are precious treasures plundered from all over the world for generations.
Of course, after the historical significance faded, in this era, it also took on the title of the most famous demonstration center in the Netherlands, where countless marches and protests took place.
Demonstration against curfew.
Demonstration against masks.
Demonstrations against vaccines.
Demonstrations against the lockdown.
Demonstrations against meat-eating.
Demonstrations against vegetarianism.
Demonstration against rising prices.
Demonstration against the Russian-Ukrainian conflict.
March against CO2 emissions.
Oppose the march against CO2 emissions.
...
...
Everything that can be imagined in the human world seems to have been protested here once, and the people wandering around the Museum Square have long been accustomed to parades. In fact, in each of their hearts, they are vaguely looking forward to the next parade. A real march, a march that could change an era.
…
"byt!
It is a violation of human rights!
"
As if it was a groundbreaking moment, Duncan, holding a microphone, stepped on the loudspeaker in the center of the museum and shouted the shocking opening chapter.
No matter who was passing by, after hearing such a sentence, they would inevitably tremble and walk towards the place where the sound came from. They don't know what kind of people took the wrong medicine to dare to shout such crazy words in this era.
Just one sentence attracted the attention of everyone on the road, which Duncan had never encountered in his past career.
"I've had enough these days!
"
Duncan shouted: "I'm fed up with the never-ending lines and conflicts on the Internet!
Those women’s never-ending accusations and demands from men!
"
The article that emerged from the 1.4 billion market is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow to the residents of Armstrong, a city with a population of only a few hundred thousand.
These words accurately captured the audience’s most repressed anger these days. Ever since those so-called victim stories appeared on the Internet a few days ago, all the men in Amsterdam have become perpetrators, and all the women in Amsterdam have become victim. Most men in Amsterdam are silent. They are speechless when faced with unfounded accusations from women. But this does not mean that they do not have resentment in their hearts.
In fact, because they cannot vent their grievances, they are even more intense than those women. It’s just that each of them is in a specific position, working hard for survival and family, and they have no time or energy to interact with those women on the Internet. quarrel, but this does not mean that they are heartless lambs who are willing to be insulted.
At this moment, the poet named Duncan stood on the wooden box and shouted what they wanted to say in the loudest voice.
Of course, at the same time, these words also angered some passing women. These European women would not hide their inner thoughts. When they heard Duncan's incredible shouting, they were almost angry to death.
They dare not imagine that in Europe, where female supremacy has become politically correct, someone would dare to shout such words. This is undoubtedly as crazy as eating hamburgers on a vegetarian table or burning oil in an environmentalist's backyard.
Due to extreme shock and anger, they spontaneously formed a group and surrounded Duncan like white blood cells discovering bacteria. This guy needs to be taught a lesson.
Duncan, who had never seen such a formation before, turned pale and was stunned with fear.
Song Wenbin, who was observing not far away, silently poked Wei Ning.
Wei Ning immediately pressed his ears and said in English: "Keep talking if you want to survive!
"
The words reached Duncan's ears through the wireless earphones. He was so excited that he yelled at the top of his lungs with a loudspeaker: "I want to speak!
I want to protect our freedom of speech!
No one can make me stop talking!
Today, I want to speak up for us men!
I'm tired of being the silent majority!
I need all men to stand up and fight for our birthright!
"
As Duncan shouted, the men who were watching finally realized that this was actually a speech, a speech before the march, a rally that had not yet begun.
So they cheered and surrounded him from all directions, forming a human wall in front of Duncan to block the attack of the angry women.
Duncan had never had such an experience. With just a few words, strangers were able to stop him in front of him and avert the terrible impact. Such reality made his brain dizzy.
Looking at the dense wall of people in front of him, the poet's nature made him unable to help but dance and sing impromptu: "Tonight, you and I are all brothers! After tonight, you and I will both fight for the same dream! After tonight, you and I will Be one and sing for the city.”
"Hmph, this guy is quite poetic."
Song Wenbin said not far away while drinking coffee while wearing sunglasses.
Wei Ning was shocked and asked: "Yan, where do you get your sunglasses and coffee?"
"Just bought it."
Song Wenbin shrugged, pointed nearby, and said, "Director Bao is here, and I don't want the expression on my face to be photographed by him."
Wei Ning turned around and saw that, as expected, Paulie, who was extremely sensitive to the content, had already come over smelling blood like a shark. He actually completely ignored the producer's prohibition and brought out the biggest camera, staring at the hungry crowd at the rally. Shooting.
….
However, unlike those prepared lines, Duncan's impromptu poems did not receive much response, and even made the men who blocked the impact for him relax a little. The women who were screaming in confusion pointed at Duncan on the wooden box, and their sharp nails almost scratched Duncan's face.
Duncan was frightened and could no longer express himself. He quickly followed the article written by Song Wenbin and shouted loudly: "Your insults on the Internet cannot scare us!
Your groundless accusations will not make us retreat. We will never die just because of public opinion and accusations, even if I die!
Even if you are nailed in a coffin or in a grave, you still have to shout out with these decayed vocal cords——wtzc is the most enjoyable!
!
"
"ah!
!
"
"ah!
!
"
This roar was like giving blood to the Amsterdam men outside. They roared wildly, and the human wall they formed was as solid as a copper wall, so that those women could no longer enter.
Windows of the surrounding buildings opened one after another. People living nearby were shocked by such shocking speeches and stuck their heads out one after another. Some people ran out of their homes without even having time to put on their shoes and rushed to the rally venue impatiently.
My dear, they have never seen such a gathering before!
And that shouting, while making the men happy, also almost made the women angry to death.
"Shut up!
"
"Shut up!
"
"Shut up!
"
A woman with a distorted face cursed sharply on the periphery: "You devil, go to hell!
"
Under the protection of a group of people, Duncan has completely let go and entered the role.
"Nasus God's gift to men is a gift that we should enjoy! However, today in the 21st century!
Even this natural and cheapest gift is demonized by those vicious guys!
"
More and more people watching and expressing support gave Duncan great confidence. The more he spoke, the more smoothly he spoke, and the more he enjoyed it, "After a hard day at work, after ten hours of work, after an exhausting day. At the end, after we are ready to shed the appearance of civilization, when we are ready to freely enjoy the shortest happiness of the day!
"
Duncan said angrily: "The first thing we did after we got naked was to eat. It's not fair!
We are all human!
There are so many safety measures on the market, why must men be restrained by civilization?
I'm not convinced!
I'm not convinced!
I - don't - accept -!
"
This section of "Good Guy" directly shocked all the men around him.
They all followed Duncan, shouting at the top of their lungs: "I--don't--submit--!"
"
"I'm not convinced!
"
"I'm not convinced!
"
"I'm not convinced!
"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!
"
As they spoke, they waved their arms crazily, and their simple slogans made the men in front of the Amsterdam History Museum scream. They no longer had any gentlemen. They were as rough as Viking warriors, and violently bumped their chests against the group of people who were trying to hurt Duncan. women, knocking them away from the rally.
The group of women were pushed and beaten again and again. Seeing that the feminism and political correctness accumulated over hundreds of years in Europe were in danger of collapsing with just a few words, the women actually started rolling on the ground, throwing noises and crying.
…
…
"But, friend!
I don't agree with what you said!
"
A man screamed below.
He raised his hands, ignored the excitement of the crowd, and said rationally: "aqt protects us, protects us from diseases, and allows us to enjoy life safely!
Without aqt, all kinds of diseases will come to your door!
"
Shouting such words when everyone is so happy will undoubtedly make all Armstrong men very unhappy. Such behavior is like a note coming in when the party is in full swing, and it is also a spiritual note.
"and!
Even if those women are wrong in a hundred ways!
Are we not wrong?
We need to reflect!
"
"Reflecting on your motherfuckers!
"Everyone roared and pushed back.
Facing Cheng Yaojin, who was halfway out, Duncan looked at Song Wenbin and Wei Ning who were standing aside. Song Wenbin snorted coldly and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a disdainful smile.
How could he, who has been baptized by the Chinese Internet for ten years, not know that there are a lot of suitable customers in this world. The only purpose of these people's existence is not to prove how objective they are, they just want to use their rationality to show how objective and awesome they are. There is no doubt that the appearance of such people is completely within his expectation.
Song Wenbin took a sip of coffee and nodded to Weining. Wei Ning came prepared and took out two rolls of white cloth from his bag, walked to the wooden box, and shook the wooden box open with a sudden movement.
Two index charts rising crookedly appeared on the white cloth.
Duncan held up a white chart and shouted: "This is the trend chart of the number of international HIV patients over the years!
Rising every year!
"
Then, he held up another index chart on a white cloth and said: "This is the global annual Byt sales trend chart!
Again, it goes up every year!
"
"This shows what?!
"
Duncan grabbed the man who asked the question, and the trumpet almost hit the rational man's face.
"This...this...shows...what...shows..."
The rational man asked tremblingly and palely.
"this means!
The more BYT is sold, the more HIV there will be. Therefore, HIV and BYT are positively correlated. When humans do not have BYT, there is no HIV. If there is BYT, there will be HIV! So it was Byt that brought HIV, and Byt’s prevention of HIV is a lie. It is a lie made by big companies to cut leeks. It is the same as the drugs made by those drug companies. It has no use. We have all been deceived. We might as well come from xxxx. Cool!
! "
The rational man was instantly stunned by this set of logic. He couldn't imagine that someone who was anti-intellectual could be so coherent. For a moment, he couldn't even utter a single sentence.
Seeing that he was speechless, all the men watching and listening burst into cheers like a tide. There is no doubt that these two pictures, like the relationship between global warming and carbon dioxide emissions, have given them a solid theoretical basis and indestructible confidence.
"Yes!
"
"Yes!
"
"Yes!
"
They chanted wildly, and the tide of cheers completely drowned the voice of the rightful guest, causing his speech to be completely submerged in the emotional frenzy.
….
Song Wenbin, who was on the periphery, stayed away from the incident. He was not touched at all by the enthusiasm in the rally. Maybe a little bit, but that doesn't matter anymore, his ass is still thousands of miles away.
"Hmph, things are changing..."
He murmured, took out the third roll of white cloth from Wei Ning's bag, sandwiched the dollars in the white cloth, and handed it to Wei Ning.
Wei Ning understood and handed the white cloth to Duncan. Duncan saw the U.S. dollars tucked into the white cloth and finally woke up from his frenzy. He stuffed the thick dollar into his pocket without leaving any trace and untied the white cloth at the same time.
Pointing to the completely blank white cloth, he said: "If you agree with our point of view, please leave your signature and fingerprints on this white cloth, and I will send this signature and fingerprint to the city hall for petition. We will impose heavy taxes on those BYT companies that dare to produce products that hinder our freedom!
"
