Xiao Cao looked at Li Delin's eyes full of curiosity and felt very satisfied.
Pretending to be indifferent, he said: "Delun, where are you now? I haven't used my backhand yet!"
"I think this Stephen is just a three-axe. Now their invincible tricks in the past are no longer effective, and the workers are also making a fuss."
"We have to add some fire!"
Add more fire?
Li Delin couldn't help but clicked his tongue, Xiao Cao was so cruel, the beautiful country was already like a raging fire cooking oil, and Xiao Cao actually wanted to add fuel to the fire.
You really don’t deserve to be a son of a man, why do you have so many bad ideas?
However, why do I feel so happy when I see Xiao Cao showing off?
"How to add it?"
Li Delin played his due role as a admirer.
Xiao Cao chuckled: "The Labor Party was established and successfully came to the stage. The rest we just need to support!"
"But we haven't taken action on Obagin's side yet!"
"Delin, don't you think the current situation is not chaotic enough?"
chaos?
Not messy enough?
Li Delin was speechless. Originally, the struggle between plantation slave owners and emerging capital was almost at bayonets. Xiao Cao created a labor party and turned it into a tripartite conflict.
It's already messy enough.
You actually want to support Oba Jin?
"You mean, you haven't let go of the black brothers either?"
Li Delin couldn't help but blurt out.
Xiao Cao laughed loudly: "It's not that I won't let it go, but that we can't miss any opportunity to help them rise!"
"Delin, you don't know, those black guys are suffering!"
Compassionate and compassionate, just like a saint.
But Li Delin knew that Xiao Cao was going to be in trouble again.
I have long heard that Xiao Cao has found a black brother, a man named Oba Jin, who is also quite famous.
From time to time, he spoke and gave speeches for the black brothers in public.
However, because some speeches and topics were too challenging for Brother Bai's nerves, it also led to many assassinations and boycotts.
Now that he is not dead, he is lucky.
Li Delin also heard that the biggest dream of that black guy is to let black guys and white guys breathe under the same sky!
enjoy equal treatment.
However, Li Delin knew that it might be possible elsewhere, but it would never be possible in the beautiful country.
Elsewhere, such as China.
It is a very tolerant nation with its own cultural heritage and is not afraid of the invasion of foreign cultures at all.
However, the beautiful country is not good.
It is itself a federal state composed of a group of exiled speculators.
To put it bluntly, sometimes the words of Congress are not effective. If the black guys are allowed to rise, how can the white guys survive?
The cultural heritage is not enough for them to completely devour Heige's culture.
Of course, these are not the most critical things. The most critical thing is prejudice.
Although these people in the beautiful country look very proud and think of themselves as superior people, they still feel inferior in front of their big brother, the gentleman country.
Because, it is recognized in the West that the country of gentlemen is the birthplace of gentlemen.
It's a model.
However, the beautiful country is just a group of speculators and exiles. Even if they are powerful, they will not be completely looked down upon.
For the same reason, the same is true for black men in the eyes of the men in the beautiful country, and in the entire white brother society.
I simply look down on these guys who are directing singing and dancing.
In their eyes, Brother Hei's only value is to provide cheap "consumables" to this country.
In the factory, they were fed worse than dogs, worked more than dogs, and in plantations, they were used as slaves.
If white workers still have basic human rights, then these black workers don’t even have basic human rights.
However, Xiao Cao actually wants to lift up such a group. You can imagine what kind of earthquake will happen in the beautiful country.
Li Delin was a little scared about this earthquake, afraid that it would go out of control.
"Cao, are you sure you want to do this? I'm afraid something will happen, and we won't be able to hold it together!"
After much hesitation, Li Delin still said this.
Lifting Brother Hei up is like a mouse serving as a bridesmaid to a cat.
Xiao Cao said with confidence:
"Can't hold it back? Are the troops in the concession, the garrison at the port, and the patrol force all vegetarians? Don't worry, since Mr. Nie said that I can do it with peace of mind, we can't hold it in, don't we still have Mr. Nie?"
Xiao Cao is full of confidence.
Late at night, he would applaud his clever idea.
At this time, you have to go up, and you have to go up even if you don’t!
This thing is addictive!
"I'll send someone to protect that Oba Jin, I'm afraid you'll kill him!"
Li Delin was helpless. Since Xiao Cao insisted on doing it, he could only support it and do a good job in dealing with the aftermath!
Xiao Cao also became serious: "Well, this is a problem and we must protect it!"
The three-way competition between the Labor Party, plantation slave owners and emerging capital is in full swing. The three parties are using their strength to win over voters and make their greatest efforts to win over their spokespersons.
But just when the three parties are fighting back and forth.
A group that no one pays attention to is about to emerge.
In the Grand Plaza of New York, after several days of preparation, candidates from all parties gathered here, and each spokesperson used the persona they had prepared long ago to conduct a PK.
No one knows how many people gathered, wearing different clothes or signs, waving flags and shouting for their supporters.
But, today is strange.
Many white guys wearing different hats were surprised to find: "Huh? Why are there so many black guys here?"
"Yes, why are they meddling in such a national matter?"
"Is it possible that someone thought he was going to lose and brought someone in to put on a show?"
"Hey, only those people from the south can do this, right? Haha!"
But these words angered many people.
"I'm Qiao Li, who are you talking about farming? Are the farmers eating your rice? Without us farming, what would you eat and drink?"
The other party was not to be outdone: "Shit, if you really understood how to plant seeds, why would we import seeds from China now?"
"That's right, China has developed high-yielding seeds, why can't you develop them?"
Good guy, let’s get started.
Fortunately, everyone has not really lost their minds yet, and they have maintained the habit of not using their hands.
Otherwise, it will be piupiupiu immediately.
At this moment, a dark-skinned man wearing a black suit, black leather shoes, a white shirt, and a black tie walked to a podium with a stack of documents!
As soon as he appeared, there was a huge discussion.
"Shet, what's going on? Are they allowed to go to the podium?"
"What's a black guy doing on the podium? It looks like he's going to give a speech? No way, right?"
"Stop making trouble. When will they have the right to speak in this country?"
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