Just like an emperor, even if he dies, he must die with dignity.
Just like when many people in Zhuxia died, they left so-called death poems to let people know about their death.
Lu You's "Shi'er" is a poem of despair, and Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" is also a poem of despair.
Many people both at home and abroad have written desperate poems.
It's like the fifty years of Oda Nobunaga's life, like a dream and an illusion. Uesugi Kenshin's lifetime glory A glass of wine, years and years are spent in a drunken moment.
These are all desperate poems.
Nowadays, many people no longer have this talent, but they don't want to die on the bed, being manipulated at the hands of women.
So in many places, a happy death has become something that is allowed.
But this kind of death is not something you can just die if you want to, it also requires the permission of others, and these things are unacceptable to a person like Du Yuluoman who has spent his whole life controlling the fate of others.
What these people need is to be able to control even death.
Roman, who has terminal liver cancer, doesn't want to live or die like other terminal cancers. He just wants to be able to control himself in the last stage of his life.
Although euthanasia is called a happy death, in fact this process is not happy at all. There are three main types of euthanasia, including oral sleeping pills, injection of coagulant, and injection of cyanide. First of all, oral sleeping pills need to be used together with central anesthetics, which may result in the patient dying from suffocation. Injecting coagulant also puts the patient to sleep, and then blocks the blood vessels with the coagulant, stopping the blood flow and killing the patient.
The last cyanide is a poison. After being injected into the human body, it will cause the cells in the body to be unable to use and absorb oxygen normally. Finally, the heart will gradually lose its ability to move and die of failure.
Although these three types of euthanasia are all deaths after anesthesia, anesthesia depends on the person. Some people will understand the entire process of their own death due to incomplete anesthesia, but their bodies cannot move, so Euthanasia is actually a very horrible way to die. Facing the process of death is a very scary thing.
Not many people have the courage.
The dignity potion honor gave him the dignity he wanted.
When most people in America face death, most people think that everything can be abandoned. Besides, he is an Irishman and has nothing to do with America in the first place, so how can he care about America's interests.
"Is this dignity potion really effective?"
Lucian looked at the potion and asked, if this thing is effective, he would have some new ideas. Today's plutocrats are all run by the elderly.
"Honour is very effective. My cancer has spread and I only have less than a month to live. But can you tell I'm sick? Last night I even found two beautiful girls. I fight one against two and I am still as brave as yesterday!”
Roman raised two fingers proudly. His hand was like a rabbit's head, and he shook it, looking extremely happy.
"You are such an old bastard! You are almost dead and you are still so wild!"
A fat man said with a cigar in his mouth.
"I've always been a bastard! It's not the first day you've known this, little guy!"
Old Roman said with a wicked smile.
"I'm not young anymore, I'm already fifty!"
The fat man said with a gloomy look.
"I didn't say you were young, I said you were a little acorn, haha!"
Roman said with a smile, Pan's face turned dark, and then he stood up and pointed at Roman's nose, trembling all over. How could he refute this statement? No matter what he said, it was wrong.
"Roman is doing it for dignity, but what about you? What are you doing for?"
Lucian saw this scene and immediately interrupted any possible conflict.
The fat man glanced at Lucian, loosened the cuffs of his clothes and tie, then came to the bar, poured himself a glass of malt whiskey, and began to drink. He had no desire to answer Lucian's words. No.
"This redneck is still angry. Hey, little Acorn, I have medicine here. Do you need it? It's much more effective than Viagra and has no side effects. You can either take it or not!"
Old Roman put his hand to his mouth, shouted at the ceiling, and then started laughing. Now he didn't care about anything and was no longer afraid. After confirming the date of his death, he I have let go a lot, and now I act like a child who makes trouble whenever he wants.
Everyone frowned when they heard what Old Roman said. They were all dissatisfied with what Old Roman had done.
"Are you dissatisfied? Haven't you all done it! The other party is stronger than us. You need to admit this. You must also admit that we are no longer the number one in the world. Since our enemies disappeared, we are no longer the number one in the world. This We all need to admit that the rational country we once had has disappeared, and now we are an irritable country that may be divided at any time, you know!"
Old Roman didn't feel anxious at all at this time, but had a calm face, as calm as the surface of the water without waves. No one knew when there would be waves.
"How long has it been since we...have not given birth to potential scientists? I mean we have trained them ourselves, not those...immigrants. How long has it been, ten years, twenty years, or thirty years? We... When did we start carrying out anti-intellectual education? When did we... when did we start to cut off the upward path for the lower class? Was it after the fairy child disappeared? When did we... when did we... start to shift the focus of the national economy from industry to What about the financial industry? It must have been after the emergence of Soros's fund. This old guy is really powerful. He destroyed a country's economy by one person. This kind of thing has never happened before!"
Old Roman's question made everyone present not know what to say.
"Old Roman, we are Hollywood, not Wall Street, are you going too far! These are not what we should pay attention to!"
The fat man looked at Roman with a cup at this time, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, "We are discussing Hollywood matters now, not Wall Street matters!"
"Which of you is truly from Hollywood? Which one of you has no capital support behind you? Which one of you has no own interests in Wall Street? Let’s talk about it. Who doesn’t? Anyway, I do, and my family also has its own interests. Capital, how dare you say that! I won’t live long, I’m not afraid of death!”
Roman laughed when he saw the eyes of some people staring at him. What's so scary about a person who is about to die?
Old Roman's words made everyone feel uncomfortable. They all regarded themselves as intellectuals and were different from those people on Wall Street who were full of copper odor. But in fact, the class structure in this country was so stable that even the Great Buri, Xi, and Tiande could decide it by default. Countries, those countries are always in power.
Even the rich people in the so-called emerging industries are just people who appear on the surface. They are an example. However, they are not examples of good people, but examples that make people drop out of school and start businesses. In fact, those who drop out of school and start businesses Well, there are those who started from the bottom. They all come from wealthy families themselves.
It's just that not many people will talk about these things, and the real way to go up the ladder is to go to college.
Not many people at the bottom of this country care about it. They enjoy happy education and despise those who study hard. Anyway, when they can't rely on their grades to get into the university of their choice, they just come to make a fuss and make education equal. Let's Everyone has the opportunity to receive education, otherwise, you are racist
Anyway, the top people know it.
This country would collapse without immigrants.
And now that the fourth circuit breaker has appeared, causing the entire stock market to collapse without warning, making it difficult to find the top position of the Empire State Building, all capital has begun to operate, and they are looking for a way to get out of the quagmire alive, but this is What they didn't understand for once was that they had no way out.
After Old Roman saw the things smashed by Zhuo Qun, he understood that America was hopeless, but his family could still be saved.
"You can do whatever you want. Our Reagan family won't play with you anymore. Our family has already obtained the right to sell some drugs. I hope you'd better end the riot as soon as possible. I don't like chaos. Also, Lucian, a country relies on industrial talents. Your so-called equal rights in education is a mistake. A country with brains will not engage in education like this. Prussia’s victory was decided on the podium of primary school teachers. Now, we are actually questioning whether the earth is round, and the existence of something like the Flat Earth Society is the basis for my always thinking that you have no brains, and now it seems that you really have no brains."
Old Roman straightened his clothes, then walked to the TV and turned on the TV.
On TV, a new wave of circuit breakers has appeared!
"Oh, the fifth circuit breaker in ten years has never been seen before!"
Old Roman lit a cigar for himself and started smoking.
"I've seen the richest man who looks like a gangster, I've seen the most asshole general, I've seen the Great Depression for twenty years, but in the past ten days, no, to be precise, I haven't seen five consecutive meltdowns in seven days. But, where are the people on Wall Street? Why haven't they come back to rescue the market? Oh, by the way, it's not them to rescue the market, but you use the money to stimulate the market, right! Lucian! I wish you good luck! I'm going to deal with my aftermath. It’s over, you know, it’s a very interesting thing to be able to handle the aftermath by yourself. I swear, I will bring all the flowers, boys, sons, and girls from the past five years and have a party at my funeral. After the body is opened, I will crawl into the coffin by myself!"
Old Roman, who was laughing all the way, came to the door and looked at the dark-skinned attendant, "Open the door!"
The attendant immediately opened the door. After Old Roman left the hall, he saw a large number of reporters outside the garden, and several broadcast trucks parked there.
"Mr. Roman, aren't you Hollywood going to give some explanations?"
"Mr. Roman, has your Hollywood been infiltrated?"
"Mr. Roman, are you ready to plead guilty?"
"Mr. Roman, how's your discussion going? Has Hollywood decided to make compensation?"
"Mr. Roman, when are you going to leave America?"
"Mr. Roman, if you just leave America like this, don't you have anything to say?"
As soon as they saw old Roman, a group of reporters gathered around, and then they asked all kinds of outrageous questions.
"No comment! No comment on anything. I just want to watch the new issue of Hua·Hua·Gong·Zi. The rest has nothing to do with me!"
Old Roman didn't want to deal with these people. He was tired of these people. These people had no moral bottom line. They didn't say anything without looking at him. Did these people reveal a lot of problems, from explanation to escape? Everything has been arranged by one-stop service.
So might as well give them the answer they want and leave.
After he finished speaking, his bodyguards came over and escorted him into the car.
"How long will it take for Zhuxia's Spring Festival to end? I can't wait any longer. I'm going to Zhuxia now to have detailed discussions with them."
Even though Old Roman is an old playboy, his skills are not comparable to those of ordinary people. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so arrogant in the Oval Office. Apart from him, only the fat man whom he teased is capable. Yes, everyone else is qualified to enter because of their own family. As for ability, they don’t have such a thing. If they had it, they wouldn’t go to Hollywood. He went there for the beauty, but others only went for the beauty.
"This old guy runs so fast. Now he has applied for his route!"
The fat man, who was drinking with his sleeves rolled up, stood in front of the window and stared at old Roman's every move. Lucian had no face at all next to him.
"Mr. Monroe, you are right. Old Roman has already applied for the special flight line, and he will go to Zhuxia soon."
A staff member said while looking at the newly arrived documents in his hand.
"Let him go. If he doesn't go, I will go too!"
Monroe took a sip of wine and put the glass on the table.
Monroe looked at the people who came with him. He didn't like these people at all. These people were too greedy, and not only were they greedy, they also had no brains.
"Tell me, how big your losses are this time. You need to let this film be released in all theaters in America! This time, according to Roman's income, your family can get at least about one billion. Well, is this all you are greedy for?"
"The loss is too great, Mr. Monroe, our loss is too great. This time we have lost an average of no less than tens of billions. We really have no money and need to recover as soon as possible. As you know, we Most of our funds are in the financial industry, and now that something is happening in the financial industry, we can’t handle it anymore and we must restore our blood.”
A pale man whispered, and as he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.
"As for those brainless capitals, don't they know how to pay? Let them pay. What other research laboratories want to play with consciousness? Let them pay. They have plenty of money!"
"We tried, but now if our movie plays with consciousness, no one will watch it. They already understand what we are doing and no longer believe in us."
Monroe looked at these people with a sad face. They really had no brains at all.
"If you can't do it, then other countries can't do it. Back then, we could let neon movies and art enter our country. Now can't we choose other countries to help us promote it? A few Grammys, a few Oscars, a few A TV award can make a country become our sword. Don’t you understand such a simple truth? What are these awards for? Are they for you to find women and men? Isn’t this to export values to the world? Did you just do this? Why don’t you understand? They are really a bunch of trash!"
What Monroe said is not wrong at all. The so-called big awards in Hollywood are just something played to export one's own values. If a country's entertainment industry cannot export its own country's values, then This country's values will be replaced by other things. America used this to make the world recognize their value orientation.
But these things, after so many years, most countries in the world have understood how costly it is to agree with American values, so not many people believe this.
This has also reduced the role of Hollywood a lot, but Munro can see clearly that as long as these things are borrowed, they can spread neon culture around the world, and now they can also spread the culture of other countries. Spread the word all over the world, just give them a piece of skin.
"Lucian, don't you blame me for taking the spotlight?"
Munro asked as Lucian looked at him while holding it.
"Won't!"
Lucian gritted his teeth and said, with a standard eight-toothed smile on his face!
