The discussion grew louder and louder, and slowly turned into a commotion.
But Oba Jin remained calm in the face of danger, and was accompanied by several tough men to protect him and escort him to the podium.
And those black guys came in droves.
"Oba Jin!"
"Oba Jin!"
"Oba Jin!"
It seems that the saint of faith has arrived.
The fanatical slogans caused the entire square to fall into a brief silence, and everyone stared at the person in front of them.
Oba Jin!
They finally knew who this was.
They had also heard about Oba Jin's reputation, and they had heard about Oba Jin's beliefs.
However, I have always listened to this as a joke, because black and white are inherently distinct, especially in beautiful countries.
Two colors can never be harmonious.
This was already decided by God when he created the race.
At least, that's what Brother Bai thinks.
But what does everything that is happening in front of me mean?
"Could it be that Oba Jin also wants to run?"
Someone looked at the scene in front of them and said suddenly.
But he was immediately retorted: "Are you kidding? Brother Hei is running for election. Are you crazy or am I crazy?"
"Yes, it's impossible. They only have shit in their heads. If you let them manage the country, wouldn't it mean that the whole country is farming?"
"That's right. Besides farming, what else do they do?"
The discussion became louder.
However, the remaining candidates also discovered the commotion in the square.
Looking at the man who calmly walked onto the podium, Stephen King's face was gloomy: "Louis, I need an explanation why a black man came in on such an important occasion and made such a big fuss!"
Louis' face was full of bitterness.
"I, I don't know either!"
Stephen King looked at Louis angrily: "I don't know, I don't know, why don't you solve it? Is New York out of our control now? Go ahead!"
The appearance of a Labor Party member, William, made him feel happy.
Now another Oba Jin has appeared, and one can imagine how he feels.
On the other end, the spokesperson of the southern plantation faction, Orlando Irma of a large slave-owning family in Georgia.
The Orlando family was a large slave owner in Georgia. As the patriarch of the plantation faction, this time it was their family's turn to stand for election.
I also got everyone’s support.
Georgia, the name sounds very righteous.
But in fact, this is one of the worst places for black people to live. The black people here don't even have the most basic right to vote.
However, these gangsters in New York at least have the nominal right to vote.
But, they haven’t used it at all!
The same country, different regions, the same kind of people, but different rights. Beautiful country has shown its own liberal and democratic style.
Orlando looked at Oba Jin outside, no better than Stephen.
Extremely angry, if there wasn't someone outside, he might have lost his temper.
"Check, check for me! Who sent Oba Jin in! I need an explanation!"
Everyone realized something was wrong.
An undercurrent is surging.
However, Oba Jin stepped onto the podium and was about to start his speech!
"Dong dong dong!"
The microphone is soundchecking.
A magnetic voice full of magnetism, like a priest's magical voice, came from the microphone.
“I have a dream that this nation will stand up and truly live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident – that all men are created equal. "
I have a dream that one day, in the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves will be able to sit at the table of brotherhood with the sons of former slave owners.
I have a dream that one day things will change in Alabama, where black boys and girls will be able to walk hand in hand with white boys and girls.
....." (Please ignore the year, I am writing this with trepidation.)
The speech officially began.
And what he said made countless people revel and make countless people crazy.
Black guys treat him like a god.
They are looking forward to, longing for, and hoping that one day they will be able to realize the dreams that Obagin said.
For this, they can pay with their lives.
Brother Bai, on the other hand, has a toothache.
I wish I could make this guy in front of me disappear immediately.
What a joke.
Slave owners and black brothers are two different classes. How can you, black brother, be qualified to dine with us? drink wine?
The rest is even more ridiculous.
Intermarriage?
That is absolutely impossible. How could the noble Bai brother's bloodline be combined with the lowly black brother?
Think about it, if there is, it will be the end of the world!
This is what all white guys think.
Especially when Orlando heard that these lowly guys actually wanted to eat at the same table with him!
It's going crazy.
But surprisingly, it's much more than that.
In the outer ring of the square, following Oba Jin's speech, another group of special people came.
I saw that the leader had dark complexion and hair.
Wearing tribal-style clothing, followed by a group of tribal warriors, they walked into the venue holding spears and holding their heads high.
He walked straight to a podium!
I am Cao!
The beautiful Chinese who have not yet recovered from the shock of Oba Jin are once again confused.
"Who is this? I know, tribesman!"
"Tribal people? Aren't tribal people in the border areas? And many laws don't allow them to appear in the city!"
"You will be killed if you show up!"
"Yes, after so many years, there are still tribesmen? Haven't they all been killed?"
Obviously, the appearance of the tribesmen left people in the square confused.
In their impression, the tribesmen should have been almost killed and extinct.
It is even less possible to appear openly in a big city like New York.
Everyone was watching, looking at the patrol officers maintaining order, expecting them to give an answer as to why this group of people appeared here.
But so many eyes couldn't penetrate the fair faces of those patrol officers.
One by one, the old gods maintained order.
Not moved at all.
Orlando immediately left the podium and called the mayor of New York. óΠъ.oяＧ
"I need an explanation! Why do tribesmen also appear in the main square? Do they also want to run for elections?"
Across the street, the mayor of New York didn't answer the phone.
It was a secretary who picked it up.
"Mr. Orlando, the mayor is busy. As for those tribesmen, the mayor doesn't know how they got there!"
Orlando angrily dropped the microphone in his hand.
His face is gloomy, it’s time for the mayor to be changed!
There’s no way the mayor of New York doesn’t know where these people came from!
Only Xiao Cao, in a tall building in the main square, looked at the famous scene created by himself, smiling calmly.
The smile is swaying and blooming.
Um, this doesn’t seem to be a good description!
But, it doesn't matter anymore.
Naturally, he transported these people by ship!
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