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Sure enough, when George opened his mouth, there was a thorn in his mouth: "Congratulations, Sophie, to use an old Eastern saying, you are like a pearl from the clam. It's not easy."

Sophie sneered and said, "This is a gift from God. It's impossible for a bastard like you to understand... Yo, Sally looks young again. Why aren't you pregnant yet? In fact, it's normal. I understand very well that it always fails at critical moments.”

Zhang Xin and Chan sat aside, trying hard to hold back their laughter.

Just when Zhang Xin began to look forward to whether they would fight, the crowd suddenly became lonely.

Then a confident middle-aged man in a suit came in, and Faith Wang followed behind him step by step.

"This, everyone should be familiar with, the Light of Chinese Americans in New York, Councilor Yang Wuze, everyone welcomes him."

Then a large group of people applauded, handsome men and beautiful women flocked up, shook hands with him, and took pictures with him, but if you look closely, you will find that most of the elderly people at the scene are looking at this person with scrutiny and vigilance.

Zhang Xin couldn't help giving this person a lot of serious attention.This man's appearance is a bit hard to describe, his eyes are long and slanted, and the corners of both eyes are slanted up, which looks like an inverted triangle. When he smiles, the whole person will give people a servile feeling.

But from another perspective, they are all % in line with Western society’s prejudices against Easterners.

However, he himself should not be very conscious, and he always looks like laughing at Yanyan to everyone.

Uncle Wang was even more excited, he stood up and ran over to shake Yang Wuze's hand, and he would not let go: "Thank you for your support, thank you very much."

"We are all Chinese, we should support each other, we should."

Zhang Xin looked on coldly, always feeling that something was wrong, you are celebrating, why would you ask a congressman to do it?

What's even more weird is that the two protagonists, Faye Wong and Sophie, gradually became supporting roles. Most of the people who came to the scene were trying to squeeze in to Yang Wuze's side, asking him some random questions.

Although Zhang Xin didn't want to hear it, he did hear some things, including when he would start campaigning, his next trip, and the content of his next speech.

After hearing a lot, Zhang Xin felt that American congressmen actually act in the same way as celebrities, anyway, they just try to please people as much as possible.

Another twenty minutes passed. Zhang Xin was getting a little tired of staying. He was about to say goodbye when he heard a ding-ding-ding sound. When he looked again, it turned out to be Yang Wuze holding a tea cup and a fork, and he was chatting with each other quickly. With.

This is a common phenomenon at western banquets. It is usually when the host feels that the time is almost up and wants everyone to stop chatting and listen carefully to what he has to say.

However, Yang Wuze was obviously not the master, but he still did this. Zhang Xin looked at the expressions of Wang Feisi and Sophie, and found that they were bewildered, but there was no unwavering expression on their faces.

Zhang Xin frowned.

Not long after, Yang Wuze had an extra microphone in his hand: "I'm very happy to see so many young and promising Chinese here today. Originally, I just came here to celebrate Faith Wong's children, but this is a rare opportunity and everyone is so enthusiastic. Then let me say a few words with difficulty."

Yang Wuze then said impassionedly: "We are lucky to be born in this era, and we are even more fortunate to be born in this era and live in a civilized and free America. In the far east, our compatriots are still seriously lacking Compared with them, we are too lucky to survive under the power of human rights, freedom and basic life security..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xin flipped the table over.

Crackling!

Yang Wuze looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment, but saw that a table had been completely overturned in the direction of the host and guest, and a man walked towards him with a face full of anger.

Suddenly, he took a step back, and several of his bodyguards immediately stopped in front of Zhang Xin: "Sir, please go back to your seat first."

Ka Ka Ka!

Zhang Xin shot out angrily, grabbed the bodyguard's hand and twisted it, and then slashed the bodyguard's neck with a hand knife. The bodyguard fell softly to the side in an instant, directly crushing a table next to him.

The other one wanted to stop again, but was kicked on the temple by Cicada, and instantly knelt down in front of the two of them.

Zhang Xin came to Yang Wuze, who was almost speechless.

"Sir, what can we talk about slowly..."

"Who the hell has something to talk to a bastard like you, go away!"

Zhang Xin snatched the microphone from his hand, grabbed his tie with one hand and threw him out.

With a bang, another table was smashed to pieces.

After throwing the person out, Zhang Xin showed a warm smile; "Since this is a place where you can speak freely, let me say a few words."

Yang Wuze below showed a frightened and angry expression, and wanted to escape, but was locked by the cicada, and then he was kicked in the knee, and he could only kneel on the ground.

"Whether the United States is a free and beautiful country, everyone should have an opinion in their hearts. I don't want to comment here. I only know that the ancestors of most of you who came here first came here, but It's just cheap piggies, the same as black slaves. Are we able to live today because America is a society full of freedom and human rights? No, it is because of the hard work and dedication of all of us..."

Zhang Xin's voice became high-pitched: "But giving something doesn't mean giving everything, don't pay for dignity and conscience... If you don't even have these two, then what kind of Chinese are you? "

At this time, Wang Feisi suddenly ran to the side of the speaker, wanting to unplug the microphone, but with a wave of his hand, the next moment a knife was stuck beside the speaker. He quickly laughed and backed away slowly, only allowing Zhang Xin to continue talking go down.

"Now I want to correct the three basic mistakes made by Mr. Yang Wuze just now."

"First, in the s, after Mr. Yuan developed hybrid rice technology, China basically solved the problem of food and clothing. By the s, it had fully solved the problem of food and clothing... and what China solved was not The problem of food and clothing is not for our country, but for all mankind. So his claim that there is no basic living security is pure nonsense."

"As for human rights and freedom, we are all Chinese. We have lived in this city for so long, have we gained crowds and freedom here? If you think you have gained freedom, then one day you will come back If you go to the East, you will definitely find that life there is extremely comfortable."

"Can there be Chinese congressmen? Of course there can be, and there should be, but the existence of Chinese congressmen should be to fight for the interests of the Chinese in America, not to forget their ancestors!"

"Is China really backward and barbaric? If so, why are the news media advocating the threat of China every day? If it is really backward and barbaric, without freedom and equality, then what are they afraid of?"

"There are some malicious people in the United States. They are afraid that China will become more powerful, so they are looking for traitors everywhere. Obviously, no matter what era, there are always traitors, but I didn't expect that you would actually treat such people Please come to the house... vile!"

"Cicada, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xin strode towards the door with great strides.

Cicada pushed Yang Wuze away and quickly followed Zhang Xin.

Faith Wang came running out of breath behind him: "Brother, why are you doing this? Is it so serious?"

Zhang Xin looked at him coldly and said: "Our friendship is over, don't call me in the future..."

After speaking, he took the cicada's knife, cut off the corner of his clothes, threw it to Wang Feisi, and then turned and left.

Feeling that after he left, more and more neighbors left the Wang family's old house quickly, and he finally relaxed a little.

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