This world has people who put out flames.
For example, Officer Stacey, or Chief Brian who is busy.
Of course, there will also be those who want the world to burst into flames.
For example, clowns, such as Principal Woods who can do anything for money.
Even the octopus Dave from Luojia Mountain and the good neighbor Willy Wonka next to him.
There is a madness in these people's bones.
It's just that their madness is not as pure as the clown's.
But in any case, those who put out the flames and those who set the fire are still in the minority.
This world is more of a bunch of people who stir up trouble.
Some are due to their own ignorance, and some are just looking at the excitement and not thinking much of the trouble.
The most abominable among them are these guys who fan the flames and stir up troubles for their own benefit.
In front of Woods Elementary School.
Wearing a black suit and holding a shorthand notebook.
Boss Wonka, who wears the New York Times logo on his chest, has a trademark fake smile on his face:
"Mr. Bell, we meet again."
The polar bear raised his eyebrows and looked at the "strange" guy in front of him.
If it weren't for the extremely exaggerated smile on the other person's face.
Judging from his appearance alone, the other party is completely an excellent reporter with higher education.
His appearance and conversation are quite standard and serious in the German elite style.
So much so that the polar bear was a little surprised at this moment:
"Is this the job you're interviewing for?"
Boss Wonka shrugged.
He pointed to the badge on his chest and gave the polar bear a helpless smile:
"As a columnist at the New York Times, I have a press card, insurance and other complete documents. They also generously gave me a weekly salary of $120."
The polar bear raised his eyebrows, closed the notepad in his hand, and asked casually:
"Anything gained?"
He looked down at the shorthand notebook in front of him.
There are some sentences recorded in German, as well as some special words that are not part of the mainstream language.
The words system, family, leader, etc. can be vaguely seen.
Boss Wonka frowned.
He thought for a moment, then shook his head:
"There are some, but it's still quite messy."
Mr. Bell benefited a lot from his speech.
But it's like a big chunk of gold ore. Want to really get something?
You must combine your own situation and extract helpful knowledge from a large number of paragraphs.
This is difficult, but compared to myself before, when my mind was empty and I only had a simple goal, but I didn’t know how to implement it?
This is already a great progress.
He looked at Boss Wonka who frowned in front of him and looked at him.
The polar bear raised his eyebrows and pointed at the notepad in his hand:
"You want to see?"
Boss Wonka nodded, with a hint of longing in his eyes:
"May I?"
Neat clothes, a notepad, and a pen to carry with you.
From these details, it is not difficult to see that Boss Wonka is imitating a polar bear.
In the process of imitating, Boss Wonka realized that the saying "a good memory is worse than a bad writing" is really a wise saying!
Inspiration is something that often passes by in a flash.
If you don't record it in time, you may forget it all when you get up the next day.
But the words written on the notepad will never be erased.
Boss Wonka admires polar bears.
So I am full of desire for the notepad that polar bears carry with them.
He was wondering how much profound wisdom was hidden in this notebook, far beyond the current era?
If only I could get this notepad.
It doesn’t take much, even if you can only understand one-tenth of it.
Maybe you can find a solution to your problem!
But the result is destined to disappoint Boss Wonka.
The polar bear glanced at him and said with a hint of arrogance:
"Of course not. A diary is a very private thing."
After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Boss Wonka, but lowered his head to write and draw on the notepad.
Boss Wonka is very greedy and eager to see the contents of the notepad.
But even though my heart is itching.
In the end, I chose restraint.
Of course, Boss Wonka doesn't know that.
A lot of the content in the notepad is like a running account.
There isn't much of real value in it.
But it is not absolute, such as the complaint about half a million marks for a loaf of bread.
Another example is this passage written by the polar bear at this moment:
Mission: A solid ally.
Task description: You don’t need to know what he has done, nor what his abilities are. You only need to know this person’s last name-Franklin.
Mission clue: In 1910, Roosevelt Jr., who was engaged in politics, betrayed his cousin, the 26th owner of the White Palace, but this is not important. What is important is the political sense and superb means he displayed.
In 1919, because of Wilson's lobbying efforts by the League of Nations, he unfortunately lost the opportunity to successfully run for the opponent's deputy the following year.
This was a blow that forced him to return to his old practice as a lawyer.
But the bigger blow came from an operation to put out forest fires in 1921.
This resulted in him contracting severe polio, which left him with a lifelong disability.
But as a true fighter, you can beat Roosevelt, but you can't beat the other guy!
Mission reward: Enhanced version of Jin Ke La!
The moment I wrote this, the polar bear looked up into the distance.
The dark brown beast eyes passed through layers of obstacles and finally looked at a person.
The next second, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he added a √ symbol at the end of the notepad.
Meanwhile, located at the temporary operations command center.
Looking not far away, Boss Wonka, as a reporter, stood in front of the polar bear.
Director Brian's face was extremely gloomy.
He has never had a good impression of these reporters who just watch the excitement and don't take it too seriously.
They always look like they are afraid of the world being in chaos, making things that were originally simple become complicated.
Almost subconsciously, Director Brian cursed under his breath.
Then with a gloomy face, he shouted to the police officer next to him:
"Faq, why are the reporters here?
Drive them away immediately and order them to hand over all interviews to us for screening. My request is that the impact of this matter must not continue to expand! "
And just when Director Bryan issued the order.
Behind him, a voice suddenly came:
"I don't advise you to do this."
Director Bryan's eyes flashed with impatience.
He turned around subconsciously and opened his mouth to fight back.
But the moment he saw the other party clearly, the director of Staton District was stunned, and shouted in surprise:
"Roosevelt? Didn't you become a lawyer?"
Wearing a black suit, he looks in his forties, which is when a man is most young and powerful in his life.
The deep eye sockets and a pair of bright eyes looked at the distressed Director Brian in front of him.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his expression sincere and sincere.
Just like an old friend who comes to help you at the moment of death:
"That's not important. What's important is that you need my help."
If Director Bryan had never known Roosevelt, he might really be confused by his beautiful appearance.
But Director Bryan knew the man in front of him very well.
This made him make an almost subconscious judgment:
"Did you bring these reporters?"
Roosevelt shrugged and responded with a smile:
"You're welcome."
His face darkened, Director Brian slammed the table and glared at the other party with murderous intent:
"Fake, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will kill you, you son of a bitch, Bichi!"
The problem of Animal People mass protests is serious.
As one of the New York congressmen, Roosevelt did not think about how to reduce the big issues to small ones. Instead, he poured a bucket of gasoline into the already burning fire.
Are you afraid that New Yorkers won’t be able to see God?
Facing the murderous old friend of Brian, Roosevelt still maintained a smile and asked him:
"Do you know how many people there are in New York?"
Director Brian frowned:
"What do you want to say?"
Roosevelt shook his head and looked outside with emotion:
"The matter is so big, with more than 10,000 mouths open, the news cannot be stopped."
This sentence made Director Brian frown even more tightly.
Although his political sense is not keen.
But following Roosevelt's gaze, he still saw something.
This made a flash of inspiration flash in his mind, and his expression turned serious for a moment:
"What does that polar bear have to do with you?!"
Roosevelt did not answer. He just looked at the other party calmly:
"I'll help you figure it all out."
Brian was silent.
He looked at the clock not far away, and then at Roosevelt opposite who looked normal. As a tough man, Brian was unwilling to compromise.
But time waits for no one.
Under the calm surface of New York, no one knows, and no one can bear the catastrophic consequences of this fire burning.
In the end, Director Brian made a compromise, and a dull tone came out of his throat:
"What do I have to give?"
Roosevelt shrugged, walked over with a smile, and hugged the friend in front of him vigorously:
"I don't know, maybe it's just a trivial thing? But until then, we will be unbreakable allies!"
