One morning, half a month later, in Francisco's apartment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Francisco was lying on his squeaky bed, when Susan took the newspaper from the door, handed it to him, and then slipped into his arms.

The bed began to creak again, and the old man downstairs angrily banged on the ceiling with a mop and shouted for the police. The young man upstairs is too bullying, for several days, he has been making people sleep badly, his eyes are red, his endocrine disorder is disordered, and he can't cultivate with peace of mind.

No way, the old apartment building is like that, the sound insulation is not good.

After exercising, Francisco took the newspaper and read it, a habit he had been doing for many years, and Susan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly, a message caught him. In the middle of pages 17 and 18 of the New York Sports Review B edition, he saw an announcement. If it weren't for the help Susan find a job, he wouldn't have paid attention to this kind of place.

The announcement said that the New York City Council passed a resolution to assume the entire debt resulting from the bankruptcy of the Flying Bobcat bookmaker.

However, due to the large amount of debt, a bill has been put forward to ask the Senate and House of Representatives to pass a compensation bill to pay the winning prize, hoping that the citizens who won the lottery will not be anxious and continue to wait for news.

Francisco was stunned. How much money is this squeezed, and the entire New York City tax revenue is not enough to compensate? Francisco estimates that at least tens of billions. Criminals are also too rampant.

No way. I can't let such injustice happen in the world, I want justice, I want to maintain peace, I want, um, what to do? By the way, I can organize a protest march. There are definitely a lot of people who will be interested in this. Especially those MPs who voted against it, contact them.

There was nothing else to do anyway, so Francisco pulled Susan and the two of them ran to the city hall and searched the city council's office for a long time. They were stunned by the results.

Francisco and Susan were surprised to find that when the proposal was voted on, not a single one objected, and quite a few abstained, accounting for 95 percent.

However, this kind of proposal is a difference, as long as there is more than one vote in favor. That is, as long as one person votes in favor, the proposal passes.

Francisco winked his eyes. What's going on? I've never heard of anything like this in the city council. How powerful is it that this debate is not full of gunpowder, and it can be harmonized like this.

Still fighting against this criminal gang?

Do. Be sure to do it. The stronger the enemy, the more courage we have to muster up to fight.

Francisco strengthened his fighting spirit, on the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there was not a great man who said that fighting with the sky, the earth, and people is endless, and I don't believe that you bad guys can't fight against you, hmph, bad guys.

Francisco stayed up all night and wrote an article specifically commenting on the compensation proposal. Various analytical arguments are made from the perspective of conspiracy theories.

He was thrilled and felt that this was the most incendiary and convincing article he had ever written. He also attached a somewhat blurry picture on his phone as evidence.

However, he was also apprehensive, because many of his arguments were speculative and there was no strong evidence. Especially in the most critical link, how to know the winning numbers in advance, there is almost a blank. He couldn't guess how they did it.

The next day he handed over the article to the editor-in-chief.

The result was unexpected, and the editor-in-chief read it and said yes.

"Francisco, boy, you've finally got the hang of it. You haven't done it in vain for so many years of cold benching. In fact, I have long been optimistic about your writing, otherwise I would not have kept you all these years. What is journalism? That's the news. Are real people and real stories called news? That's a joke. The universal formula of physics and the laws of mathematics are universal. What should we journalists do? Of course, it's to dig out those things that are between the real and the fake, and it has to be very, very eye-catching, eye-catching to attract gold. Congratulations, you did it. ”

Francisco was ecstatic. Finally recognized, this is what I have dreamed of for many years. But that doesn't seem right. Whatever, just wait for the good news.

I waited stupidly for a week, and not a word was published in the newspaper. What does this mean? Didn't you say that what I wrote was the right thing? No, I'll have to ask.

Two hours later, Francisco came back with a stack of knives in his arms, although it was not published, but the editor-in-chief appreciated it, saying that the writing was very high, and he first sent the manuscript fee and bonus, according to the highest standards.

Francisco waited for another half a month, but it was still not published. When I asked again, I didn't even hear back. The manuscript fee bonus has been given to you, what else do you want? The one who can't send it has nothing to do with you.

Francisco felt that there was something wrong with this, and the newspaper had never been so generous. He hurriedly searched around the Internet and found a major problem.

The news media didn't say a word about winning the Bobcat jackpot by a huge amount. It's so abnormal. Moreover, in the agenda of the Senate and the House of Representatives, the date of discussion of the Flying Bobcat Gaming Company Bankruptcy Compensation Bill can be found. Just the day after tomorrow.

Francisco immediately felt cheated. It seems that the editor-in-chief was also bought. This group of cat eggs, how can this be. The article exposing the crime itself must have been spent by them for silver.

No, it must not be. He immediately found out his article, posted it on the Internet, and spread it widely through a few netizens he knew.

It is our mission and responsibility to expose this matter.

Soon, many stunned citizens called to inquire, and many of them were fellow journalists.

After all, things are so shocking, and with such a huge win, it's hard not to be associated with crime.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Francisco decided to hold a press conference to make the matter public, bastard, and expose your crimes in broad daylight in the lynx country, so that the criminals can get the punishment they deserve.

After a series of preparations, the press conference was scheduled for 10 a.m. the next day.

However, Francisco sensed that danger was approaching, and he decided to hide first.

At this time, President George and President Xiong had just finished talking on the phone. His heart was quite uneasy, and he walked to the lotus pond in the courtyard to relax. Well, this place is good, if only there was a moon, you can write a beautiful prose, it's called Moonlight on the Lotus Pond. But now there is an early autumn sun on his head, and people are troubled.

The buddies of the bear country are too temperamental, and they actually want to intervene in the situation in Turkey with arms, and secretly send an aircraft carrier formation. It is believed that they do not know that their military base is ready, and the time has come to test the performance of the super laser cannon.

But George didn't want to really fight, what if the other party threw something weird? The devil knows what rocks they have in their pockets.

These bear people are also interesting, and the names they give to their nuclear bombs are similar to people's names, either 10,000 or cowards, as well as all kinds of babies and drivers.

George has already revealed the news through special channels, and I believe that it can be confusing enough. In this way, Xiong Guo may be more cautious, and maybe the aircraft carrier will go fishing halfway through.

In George's view, the bear country is just to put on a show and comfort the opposition with some chicken soup for the soul.

The secretary, Lehusky, came to report that the mayor of New York, Mr. 1vanov, had arrived, and the morning flight had arrived without an appointment. And Mr. Frank from the CIA is here, waiting to be interviewed.

George listened and quickly greeted him.

The last time I went out late, Frank took a lot of his treasured Cuban cigars with his cigarette belt, and maybe he couldn't keep the rest of it this time. This guy is small with himself, making the White House look like his backyard.

"Hello. Welcome old friends. Holy, what nose do you have? How did you find it? I didn't want to drink this wine at Christmas, okay, okay, leave me some. ”

Frank was tasting his treasured wine, more than half a bottle had already been dropped.

Hmph, next time I will get a bottle of laxative medicine for you to drink.

"Dear Mr. President. The bill we passed is in trouble right now, and there's a guy who's spreading rumors to slander us. I hope that Congress will make a final decision soon. Vanov spoke first. He had great respect for President George.

"Oh? Someone slandered you? Who is it? ”

"It's a reporter named Francisco, of the New York Sports Review, who covers the wins of the Bobcat lottery. He is now going to hold a press conference to say what conspiracy he wants to expose. ”

"Oh? Then let him expose it, wouldn't it be better if there was any conspiracy to expose it. We want to talk about freedom of speech, which is the basic right of our citizens. ”

"But he said that the bill passed by our parliament was problematic and illegal, and that he found evidence that we were bought."