On the morning of August 29, 2004, on the eve of the Republican National Convention, a massive anti-war demonstration broke out in New York City.

According to figures released by the Pentagon, 969 American soldiers have been killed by the beginning of August this year since the Iraq war began in March 2003.

Whether it is a combination of interests or really dissatisfied with the cloth, the march still begins.

One person is over a thousand, all over the mountains, and one person is over ten thousand, boundless.

And this time, the number of people is more than 10,000, in the eyes of Guan Qiu and Pu Ruo, there are more than 100,000.

Looking down from the top of the hotel where I lived, Times Square and the avenue were full of people, black and dense, and you couldn't see the edge at a glance.

Countless people shouted neat slogans, walked past Times Square, passed Wall Street, passed the Empire State Building, and circled the whole of New York.

“1，2，3，4， e don't ant your oil ar! 5，6，7，8， e ill not cooperate!“

Pu Ruo acted as Guan Qiu's translator: "We don't want your oil war!

"What do we want?"

"Peace!"

"When?"

"Now!"

"Don't exchange blood for oil!"

"Support our army and bring them home!"

"Bu Shi said that there was war, and we said no!"

"Cloth Ten...... Blair ...... CIA ...... How many people did you kill today?"

At nine o'clock in the morning, an even more shocking scene appeared.

Among the many processions, a long queue of a thousand paper coffins appeared.

The mock coffins were made in cardboard boxes covered with handmade American flags representing thousands of U.S. soldiers who had died on the battlefields of Iraq and Afghanistan, many with slogans such as "President Bushi, you killed my son."

One protester held a placard that read: Iraq and Vietnam, too many lies have been deliberately created, and too many lives have been taken.

A huge banner reads: Save America, Defeat the Cloth ......

As the political, economic, and cultural center of the world, the demonstrations that broke out in New York naturally attracted the attention of the whole world.

Journalists from all over the world reported on the spot.

Guan Qiu and Pu Ruo watched from the room.

Led by celebrities such as black movie star Danny Glover, anti-war film "Fahrenheit 911" director Michael Moore and black civil rights leader Jesse Jackson, the demonstrator marched around downtown New York.

Police officers dressed in riot gear and armed with guns followed the demonstrators, ready to respond to any unexpected event.

Leslie Kagan, the leader of the United Organization for Peace and Justice, which organized the march, was interviewed by an Associated Press reporter at the scene.

"What is your purpose in starting this march?"

"We're going to send a message today, we're coming from all the cities, towns and villages of this country, we're going to march together and we're going to say with utter clarity that we're not going to do anything about the policy," said Leslie Kagan. ”

"What is your topic for today?"

Our theme is "No"!

We want to say no to the policy of Bushi!

Say no to the war in Iraq!

Say no to regimes that have been changed by our government!

Say no to preemptive strikes!

And say no to economic policy!"

Just as the reporter was interviewing Kagan, a black woman who was participating in the game demonstration rushed over and shouted: "My son died on the battlefield, and I want to say to those careerists who are waging oil wars in the name of anti-terrorism, you all deserve to go to hell......

Seeing this, Guan Qiu sighed in his heart.

In the eyes of the big conglomerates, the voices of the people at the bottom never affect their established strategies.

Now that the oil war has begun, they will not give up easily until they have reaped enough benefits.

And what they are doing today is only speeding up the pace of profit-taking.

"You've won!"

Guan Qiu turned his head to look at Pu Ruo, who had always been as proud as a white swan in front of him, and a smile actually appeared on the corner of his mouth at this time.

Different from the stylized smile seen in the past, this smile looks so unique, the eyebrows and eyes are clear and bright, and the mouth flaps are like a quiet crescent moon, which makes people want to take two sips.

Unfortunately, the smile quickly disappeared.

But he was pretty sure he wasn't dazzled - Pu Ruo really smiled.

It's not easy.

It was the first time I saw this domineering female president smile at him.

Although his body was a little tired at this time, his exuberant spirit made him extremely happy, and he couldn't help but say, "You smile so beautifully, you should smile often." ”

Pu Ruo stood up and walked towards the door, "I'm going to sleep." ”

Guan Qiu hurriedly asked, "Are you not eating?" ”

No surprise, didn't wait for an answer.

has been watching Park Ruo's slender figure disappear behind the door, Guan Qiu still has a smile on his face.

After closing the door, he couldn't help but touch his nose.

Does this count as licking a dog?

It shouldn't count.

Everyone else's body has been violated by him, and he came to help him regardless of his previous suspicions, what's wrong with his face now?

Others want to see it, but they can't see it!

Thinking like this, Guan Qiu suddenly became proud again.

Every time Pu Ruo smiled at others before, he was cold to him, and he was still very jealous in his heart.

Now that I think about it, that smile may just be her disguise, and not smiling is the real her.

Thinking of the smile just now, his whole body suddenly became smoky.

……

At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the New York City government called on the marchers to keep the peace through television.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, former US President Clinton and his wife Silary also appeared in New York.

Speaking at the Riverside Church in Manhattan, Clinton said, "I believe that Bouten is a good Christian. Faith, however, did not allow him to see things as they really are. ”

And Clinton's wife, Silari, said in an interview with NBC: "Whether we are discussing important domestic affairs or life and death issues abroad, as long as President Bushi can be consistent, I will support his re-election."

But he has consistently made mistakes and led our country astray. ”

Finally, Silary emphasized: "The re-election of the 10th will be a disaster!"

Because Pu Ruo was sleeping, Guan Qiu called the hotel to help him find a translator. She is a Chinese female student with an hourly salary of $50.

When he heard Silari's speech, he couldn't help but curse shamelessly.

Guan Qiu is not targeting Silari as a person, but a dirty capital.

Capital and politics are closely related, and in the eyes of many, it is impossible for Bushi to be re-elected as the next president.

With a new president, the war in Iraq will not be able to continue, and in that case, the price of crude oil will soon return to the level of early 2003.

Such a wrong judgment will make countless people who do not know what is going on choose to short the price of crude oil.

But in fact, he remembered that Bu Shi was re-elected as president, and as Sillari said, "Bu Shi's re-election will be a disaster", the Iraq war really lasted for nearly ten years, and the price of crude oil has been rising wildly for a long, long time......

Guan Qiu couldn't be more excited.

Scold, the more fierce the scolding, the better.

The cake was so big, and the more people ate it, the less he shared.

The parade continues.

At five p.m., the New York police released information that about 50 cyclists had been arrested.

When a fire broke out near Madison Square Garden, the venue of the Republican National Convention, where Bu Shi was located, the police immediately extinguished the fire and arrested 10 people involved.

In a neighborhood near Madison Square Garden, black movie star Danny Glover, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and a baseball cap, addressed the marchers: "The majority of people in this country want the Cloth government to step down, and it's time to get our country back into our hands!"

A tsunami erupted in the crowd of demonstrators.

Countless people shouted slogans such as "Send Bu Shi back to Texas".

In the hotel room, Guan Qiu almost didn't laugh crazy, and the female student next to him had a dry smile on her face, but she was disdainful in her heart.

What's so funny about such a serious matter?

In the woman's opinion, these people from China are all dirt buns, they have no knowledge at all, they feel strange when they see anything, and their quality is also very poor.

If it weren't for the face of money, she wouldn't have bothered to serve him!

Just as the female student was slandering, there was a knock on the door.

Guan Qiu went over and opened the door to see that it was Pu Ruo. Maybe I've just taken a shower, and there's still moisture on my red face.

"Are you awake? I'll ask the kitchen to bring you something to eat." ”

Pu Ruo let out a "hmm", and when she walked into the room, she saw that the female student first shook her head, and then couldn't help but cover her nose.

Guan Qiu smoked a lot of cigarettes because he was too excited, and it happened to be hot outside, so he didn't open the window to ventilate, so the smell in the room was stronger.

"I'm sorry~" Guan Qiu hurriedly opened the door, then walked quickly to the window and opened the window.

A warm breeze blew in his face, and the smell of smoke in the house was quickly blown away.

Pu Ruo asked, "Who is this person?"

Guan Qiu said: "I found a translator. ”

Pu Ruo asked again: "Then what were you laughing at just now?"

Guan Qiu smiled: "I saw that those people on TV were clamoring to send Bu Shi back to his hometown in Texas, and I couldn't help but want to laugh." ”

Pu Ruo now trusts Guan Qiu's keen instincts very much, and says, "Do you think he can get re-elected?"

Guan Qiu smiled: "No accident, it should be." ”

The female student sitting on the sofa in front of the windowsill couldn't help but say: "Impossible! According to the opinion poll, Bu Shi's approval rating has dropped to a record low, and it is currently less than 30 percent, so how can he be re-elected?"

Guan Qiu said with a smile: "The poll form is a fart in the eyes of capital. ”

The female student said angrily: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." ”

"I don't understand?" Guan Qiu shook his head, didn't argue with her, walked to the phone and pressed the service desk, and asked the other party to deliver the food in a few words of Chinese English he had just learned.

When he hung up the phone, he took $300 and gave it to the female student, "Thank you." ”

The female student took the money and planned to leave with her head held high, but in the face of a "local tyrant" like Guan Qiu, she was a little reluctant, and in a few hours, the money she earned was about to catch up with her living expenses for half a month.

Finally, he blushed and took out a business card and said, "That...... If you want to translate later, you can call me directly. ”

Guan Qiu took the business card and said, "Okay, I know." ”