I ran for president with scumbag money

"I'm a librarian, and I'm a librarian of a university outside the prison." Erard said, "I wrote some articles and published them in the internal journals of the university. They said I was inciting the masses, exaggerating, and banned me. works, and then I was caught in..."

"Oh, why did they say that?" Leon sorted out the papers he picked up from the ground, "What did you write?"

"Everything." Ai Ruide smiled, "I wrote about the drug-addicted teenager who was lying on the side of the road and was about to die. An old man who spent his whole life writing and working, but lost everything because of the government's plan."

"It sounds like you're a critical writer?"

"Maybe the last thing I should do is listen to the editor and charge readers." Erard mused, "They say I sell anxiety. It's not my intention to charge money, I just write what I see, It is my editor-in-chief who always has a way to guide it to the most controversial place, and the ending is always not so good.

"I once wrote an article about a girl being sexually harassed, but the editor-in-chief gave it a title called "Prejudice against women is everywhere on campus, and this anti-intellectual era makes people feel heartbroken"—God knows me It didn't mean that at all, but no one knew what was going on, the boys exploded, the girls were also motivated to fight, and the professors were also stirred in. The whole campus was like a bomb barrel full of gunpowder, male graduate students and The female graduate student refused even the collaborative experimental project.

"I also wrote an article discussing why state B restricted guns, and the editor-in-chief titled it, "Guns Only for Out-of-States? Violent Times Are Squeezing Our Fragile Faith"--the believers left They took to the streets to protest why the government did not popularize guns, and some even protested why people from other states were allowed in. Arming guns has become a fashion, and those people in the gun association are happy. They have wanted to enter state B for many years because of the church Because of this, I couldn't come in for a long time.

"I wrote about the drug epidemic in B state, it was just a little poem, the editor gave it a name, called "Contemporary Youth is the Beat Generation", it sucks, 'confusion' and 'depression' Substances flooded the campus.

"Although what I can't deny is that with the help of the editor-in-chief, I made a lot of money. I was born in a poor family, but I was able to live in this prison because of the money. So I said a lot of money, really Refers to a large sum of money.

"At that time, there were two other people who were arrested together with me. One wrote about sexual relations on the Internet. The most famous article was "Eight Qualities Necessary for a High-quality Lover", and the other wrote Chicken Soup for the Soul. The most famous article is "Patriotism is actually a business". After the trial, they were all acquitted, and only I was locked up. They said that I caused social panic."

"..." Leon was speechless.

"I still have an unpublished article, here, this is this one, the editor-in-chief gave it a name before, it is called "Lies in Monetaryism." Ai Ruide handed him the manuscript and continued, "He expects this article The flow of the article is very high, and I get paid a lot. Although I am in prison, when he came to visit, he still wanted me to continue writing. Because he said that a person who is in prison and can speak out against the evils of society is a great man .”

"He's a dead person, right..." Leon was [-]% sure that this editor-in-chief was a scammer, "He's just using you to stir up topics, as long as he provokes gender divisions and class divisions, weaves a sense of superiority for one side and belittles the other. , can generate traffic.”

"Maybe, but I like to read and write," Erard said. "When I was in prison, the warden put me here as soon as he heard that I had worked as a librarian. According to him, it was like a piece of garbage." The field should have been cleaned up long ago, and the other prisoners would rather throw the ball at the wall than face the book for a second."

Leon picked up his article and read it carefully, all he saw were "social criticism", "rabble", "vulgar era"... He raised his eyes, and saw Ered's expectant expression: "How is it? "

"Honestly, Ered," Leon cleared his throat and admitted, "I don't like it."

Ai Ruide's eyes turned cold: "Did it hit your sore spot?"

"No, my previous speech is not much better than your manuscript." Leon said with complicated emotions while holding the manuscript, "Recently, I have been thinking about the point of blindly criticizing.

"I know what you thought before you wrote this article. I totally understand. You read some phenomena, and you think you can't tolerate it, and you can't stand it, so you write them out and criticize them severely. It's cool, but it also attracts other people's attention.

"The expression is over, the emotion is over, and this reincarnation is still not over, because we neither analyze the situation nor give a solution in our speech.

"Because it is very easy to describe some superficial phenomena, but it is very difficult to deal with them. This is the difference between keyboard warriors and social activists, right? Critical writers are everywhere, but few can really give a method of.

"Whether it's drugs or moneyism, since it will become a large-scale social phenomenon, it must be related to the social structure. There is a problem with this social structure, but I don't know how to deal with it. It's easy to say hello, but it's deep It's complicated to talk about.

"I'm sorry, Ered." Leon returned the manuscript and said apologetically, "No matter why you approached me, I think you are wrong. But if you need, I only have a little suggestion, if you I can’t get rid of the habit of writing, so instead of describing the phenomenon, how about discussing how to deal with it?”

Ered held the manuscript in his hand, still staring at Leon closely, for a long time, he smiled.

"I know what you mean," he said, "when racists who discriminate against mutants tremble under Magneto's superpowers, we all feel that Professor X's existence is too much of a hindrance. It's shameless to call [-] racists, It's not as fun as physically smashing a Starlight Stadium on him.

"But where are thinkers born? Leon, thinkers are not born in public welfare activities of college students, they are born in pubs, on the streets, in dustbins, in all the most humble places.

"In ancient times, there were many idlers with nothing to do. They may be college students who are not in a hurry to find a job, or they may be low-middle class. They sit together drinking, expounding each other's ideas, and sometimes even fighting and dueling to stick to their own ideas. Their appearance of indulging in debate is not much better than those game fanatics who are obsessed with pioneering wasteland.

"In this endless bickering, philosophers are born, thinkers are born, social theorists are born... I have always found it a joy to be able to express my views, to be justified by another person. It is also a happy thing to refute on the ground. But how could this happen? The combination of two happy things actually sent me to prison."

Ered shook his head, his stomachache-like expression was comparable to the heroine in "White and Thin".

"My mistake was that I didn't see the era clearly. In this traffic-dominated era, any kind of person can be tapped for commercial value by businessmen." He said sullenly, folding the manuscript together, "Can I chat with you?" That's fine, Leon. If we were all free, I'd be like, 'next time we meet, I could still be writing sour stuff, and you guy might have become a social activist'."

"You're exaggerating." Leon smiled wryly.

The "murder hat" on his head has not been removed yet.

"But Leon," Ered raised his right hand, pressed Leon's cheek, and said sharply, "Zhengke itself is a group of people who prey on the anxiety of the people and seek everything for themselves, aren't they?"

Leon froze.

Ered approached him, but a "bang" made the two of them turn their heads subconsciously. Binny was standing at the door, holding a stack of documents in one hand, and the other hand just knocked on the door, making a sound.

Leon pushed Ered away violently.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Leon despised himself for overreacting. Originally, he and Ered were just chatting normally, but suddenly he reacted so strongly.

Maybe even Erede will mistake yourself.

"I'm here to find some papers," Binny looked at the two of them, "Is this a library?"

"Of course." Ered jumped up with a blushing face, eagerly reminiscent of a wolf dog wagging its tail at the door, he said cheerfully, "there are more people who like to read in the prison, right? What are you looking for?" ? There’s no material I can’t find in my library yet.”

Leon decided to trust him.

"This is Binny," Leon stood up and introduced, "He's here to deliver something to me."

After a pause, he said to Binny: "We are short on time, here is an idea, let me see the materials you found, I want to confirm this idea-by the way, can you contact Charles?"

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and Belk, the candidate for State B, was talking to the voters in the audience.

He is a very handsome middle-aged man, with brown hair lying docilely on his head under the effect of hairspray, a pair of brown eyes are big and bright, what is slightly lacking is the hairline on the top of his head.

He is a standard believer, and he regulates everything according to the teachings. He should have become the best pastor in State B, but he still decided to participate in the representative election.

Also because he used to be a pastor, 60.00% of voters in State B voted for him. They don't care about the election, they just hope that the TV station can be vacated for live singing.

This speech was exactly what Belk was doing for the upcoming drug safety injection station in State B.

Belk would not say that he has any business cooperation with Duman. He supports this bill because of his own beliefs and has nothing to do with any drug lord himself.

The place where he delivered his speech was the square in front of the largest church in State B. It was already crowded with voters. He looked at everyone and said the speech he wrote:

"'I've seen the greatest souls come down the street in rags, with a whole month's paycheck in their hands, just looking for drug dealers...'"

"This poem is what I saw in the internal journal of State University of B, and a poet named 'Ed' expresses his thoughts on the current situation of drug abuse in State B.

"Everyone is very clear. According to the statistical survey from this year to last month, there are 15.00% drug addicts in State B, including those who are addicted to drugs. All our territories will fall.

"If that's the case, why do we have drug safety injection stations?

"The purpose of the safe injection station in no way means that we encourage drug use, no matter what anyone says, this is a misunderstanding, we just want to make people comfortable who are already addicted to drugs. We healthy people should protect their rights.

"We see drug addicts die suddenly on the street due to overdose, we see them share a needle to save money and cause the AIDS epidemic, we see drug addict girls give birth to poor babies with the virus because of lack of common sense-they are not guilty but out of ignorance. The ignorant are not guilty.

"We were unable to prevent them from going to drugs, but we can also make up for it, guide them how to face temptation/temptation, and deal with their own problems correctly, that is, addiction does not have to be eradicated.

"If we leave them alone, are we going to let these huge numbers of drug addicts die? Fend for themselves? Some of them are just forced to get addicted to drugs, and they should not be entirely responsible for this disaster.

"We can go astray at any time, they are just one step ahead of us. Only by keeping them alive, they will reflect on their mistakes, only by giving them generosity and kindness, they will naturally understand shame and anxiety.

"May the earth descend, may nature forgive human sins, and may everyone live a full life."

Amid the applause, Belk smiled and said: "We welcome anyone to question. But I believe that no one will protest this generous gesture."

He stepped off the stage, shook hands with the crowd, and talked. Many people surrounded him, causing a young man who tried to walk towards him to be pushed back repeatedly.

"Wait a minute," Belk noticed this, he gently stopped the others, walked up to the young man, and held out his hand, "Hello, I'm Belk, thank you for coming to listen to my speech."

"Well..." The young man pulled the brim of his hat and said apologetically, "Mr. Belk, I'm not here to listen."

He grabbed Belk by the collar and shouted, "Long live Feitian Ramen!"

When Belk heard the second sentence, he was already driven by the sense of crisis to push the young man away, but it was a step too late. The young man had already grabbed his hand and pulled away the explosives in his arms.

Explosive materials emptied the living body within a radius of 500 meters, and even Belk's bodyguards did not escape. The flames were blazing, and people ran in panic. The scene was full of screams, calls for help, and sounds of stopping, creating chaos.

At the same time, Traver, who was standing in the distance, put down his binoculars, and smiled at Lancer beside him: "This is really a good show."

"Why did you arrange this? Isn't Belk a supporter of the establishment of the injection station?" Lancer was puzzled.

"No, he was a believer in the coming of the earth," Traver said meaningfully. "To us, the more virtuous he is, the more valuable his death is."

He didn't have to explain to Lancer in detail, but they both knew what was going to happen next.

With Belk's death, the people's beliefs will be more tightly united, and their anger will be fanned to a common will:

Promote the establishment of safe drug injection stations.

As for the truth, it doesn't matter at all.

As for the person hiding among the five representatives who voted against Duman, he was nothing in the face of the turbulent and urgent public opinion.

Belk, the most representative candidate in State B, was attacked by extreme Flying Ramen believers and sent to the hospital. At eleven o'clock that night, he died after being declared invalid.

There were crowds of protesters outside the hospital, and in the main building, the staff were too busy to stop. Various phone calls, various presentations, various documents, various bosses' scolding, and a lot of coffee were sent back and forth.

When state B was in chaos, Charles and James dragged their suitcases, walked out of the station together, and walked under the setting sun at dusk.