At this time, Mr. Assange, the driving force behind all this, was still sitting next to Zhao Daxi, who was looking at the legendary Mr. Mandela with curious eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ\\。 qΒ5。 / Zhao Daxi felt that he was too disrespectful, and kicked him hard under the table.

The inquisitive Assange came to his senses and proudly showed Mr. Mandela how he had succeeded in subverting a political party in a week's time.

It is nothing more than taking advantage of the deep hatred of black people against whites in South African society, exaggerating online public opinion through some radical propaganda videos, leading tens of thousands of black college students to spread their anger on the white political party Democratic Alliance, and dismantling the party's self-righteous social foundation in one fell swoop in eight days. In the face of Assange's eloquent statement, even a legend like Mr. Mandela was curious to ask for details. Obviously, the founding father of South Africa had never seen the social upheaval caused by this way, and he would have thought that all this was too new and incredible. Later, at the behest of his boss, Assange offered Mr. Mandela and Madam Speaker two large-screen touch-screen mobile phones assembled by Chinese officials, and took the trouble to teach the two clumsy black leaders to use the mobile version of the Facebook app. Amid the occasional exclamations of admiration from the two black South African leaders, it was finally possible to understand what had been discussed for a long time in many of the South African groups on Facebook, many of which were jubilant about the latest political and current affairs topics, including radical remarks that popped up from time to time. Although it was the first time that Mr. Mandela had come into contact with such advanced things, he could understand why the fifteen thousand soldiers under the Duke's command had collapsed in less than eight days.

Ninety-nine percent of the 15,000 soldiers were black soldiers, many of whom were activists in major Facebook groups, and there were even many black grassroots commanders under the Duke on the message boards of each group, who made patriotic statements through online channels, declaring that they were willing to lead their companies to join the new security forces in South Africa, and expressed their loyalty to the country.

These patriotic statements were carefully recorded and sent to the Ministry of the Interior and the Intelligence Bureau, after which the commanders of these companies were contacted to carry out meticulous rebellion work, so that the Orange independence turmoil orchestrated by the Duke became a complete farce from the beginning, and the elite troops under his command collapsed before the battle was fought. Mr. Mandela was so excited when he heard this, and Speaker Mabelt grinned so much that he set up a personal group on Facebook under Assange's guidance.

Of course, it was Mr. Mandela's wonderful online speech that was really inciting, which was the most important bargaining chip to crush the Duke.

At night, the secret prison of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

While waiting for the guards to escort the Duke, Speaker Mabet still couldn't stop, clumsily fiddling with the mobile phone in his hand, and updating his network log very slowly. Seeing the guards and Zhao Daxi around him, he snickered, knowing that the Speaker Madam was also fascinated, lost in the fresh feeling brought by this advanced technology. Zhao Daxi's thoughts at this time are also quite novel, the Tunisian jasmine grass life that affects the world has not yet happened, but he first tried the water in South Africa.

In such a short period of time, the uproar on the Internet has brought down a whole deep-rooted white party system, causing many white legislators to quit the Democratic Union Party in order to protect themselves, and some people with a keen sense of smell have begun to actively seek to join the People's Congress Party that can control public opinion on the Internet.

Almost overnight, South Africa's largest white opposition party, the Democratic Alliance, was crushed by the surging public opinion on the Internet, and thinking about the process, it still feels so wonderful, so direct and simple and effective, and the ideal effect of the effect is very surprising to Zhao Daxi, who is the one who planned it himself.

In a subtle silence, the Duke with a blue nose and swollen face was escorted to the scene by the guards, and everyone wanted to laugh when they saw the bruises and blood stains on the Duke's face, but they didn't dare to laugh, it is conceivable that these scars should have been beaten by the angry people of Orange, the Duke was still wearing the camouflage combat uniform he wore when he was arrested, and the rank of general on his shoulder should have been very majestic, but at this time it would only make people feel funny.

The moment the Duke looked up and saw Zhao Daxi and Yang Su, he let out a lion-like roar: "Despicable, if you have the courage, let's see you on the battlefield!" ”

Facing the Duke's anger, Yang Suxian grinned and sneered: "Provincial province, even the commander of the border guards of the autonomous state has led the troops directly under him to surrender collectively, who else do you want to fight?" ”

The Duke's face was fierce, and he was even more irritable: "Despicable, traitor! ”

Zhao Daxi turned his face when he saw that his image was so wolf, unwilling to waste with this old stubbornness. Water.

At this time, Speaker Mbet rarely became gentle, and spoke softly: "Levante, you lost, accept the facts." ”

The Duke's eyes fell on his favorite youngest son William, and another fierce look glared at him, and he mustered up enough strength to break free of the guard's control, and pinched it with a roar, Young Master William was taken aback and retreated in a panic, and the large group of guards in the room were also taken aback and rushed up to control the Duke who was running rampant, but the old man in his eighties showed a very strong side, and more than a dozen tall guards couldn't stop him.

After a chaotic interrogation scene, another farce was staged, Xiao Feng really couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to go over to help, but was suddenly glared back by Zhao Daxi's sharp eyes. Yang Su, who was hiding on the other side to watch the show, also meant the same thing, and deliberately made his eyes stop his subordinates from helping. With the deliberate connivance of the two, the Duke miraculously broke through the obstruction of more than a dozen guards, forced the youngest son into a corner and pinched him fiercely.

Speaker Ma Beite was also taken aback, and when he moved his mouth and wanted to call someone for help, he instantly noticed the ambiguous attitude of Zhao Yang and the others, and instinctively closed his mouth. So in front of everyone's eyes, the young and handsome Young Master William was desperately struggling with his father's powerful hand holding his delicate neck, but the Duke who was angry seemed to have exhausted the last bit of energy in his body.

The big hand exposed by the green tendon strangled the neck of the youngest son, and the eyes were fanatical and ferocious, and it was no longer like a normal person, and after a while, Young Master William was pinched until his face turned blue and rolled his eyes. Zhao Yang and the two were still indifferent to each other, and in the end, Speaker Mbet couldn't stand it.

He frowned and scolded angrily: "Stop him!" ”

Most of the people present were Yang Su who looked at their bosses when they heard this, Yang Su nodded slightly, and the guards rushed up again to pull the duke away. Young Master William was finally relieved, still sitting in the corner with his Adam's apple rubbed in horror, the whole person was already a little sluggish, and a clearly visible pinch mark appeared on his neck. Zhao Yang and the others also did it intentionally, and this young man tasted it a little.

Both of them intend to leave an indelible deep memory in the young man's heart, so that he knows who can protect him.

Half an hour later, under house arrest.

The Duke who was sitting on the bed was still panting heavily, and Zhao Daxi stood for a while but waved his hand, allowing the guards and Xiao Feng and the group to withdraw.

Xiao Feng was a little anxious when he saw his gesture: "Brother Zhao, this old thing is crazy......"

Zhao Daxi's face turned cold in an instant, a sharp look passed, Xiao Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was helpless, so he could only lead people out of the room. The guards also turned off the monitors and listening equipment, and when there were only three people left in the room, Yang Su thought about it and went out, and locked the door from the outside. Zhao Daxi waited until the door was locked, and then stood in place for a while, and finally sat down next to the Duke.

After sitting and thinking for a while, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket with a retail price of three thousand two hundred rand, and put it on the side of the Duke's pillow.

The Duke, who was gasping for breath, gradually calmed down and asked vigilantly, "What is this, miniature TV?" ”

Zhao Daxi heard the strange expression on his face, and replied with a smile: "Levante, how long have you not paid attention to TV commercials, haven't you heard me touch, do I dream of this advertising slogan, uh, the Chinese brand of touch mobile phones endorsed by the boys of the South African national football team..."

The Duke was obviously at a loss, he had never heard of this advertising slogan.

Zhao Daxi looked at the blank expression on his face, and finally couldn't help but ridicule him to the fullest: "God, Levante, are you a person who lived in the last century?" ”

The Duke was enraged by his mocking expression, and when he wanted to make a move, he was lifted up by Zhao Daxi's nameless fire and pulled his shoulders, and then hit him with a fierce knee on his brittle and weak abdomen, and after a fierce knee hit, the Duke howled miserably, and knelt on the ground with a thud in front of a strong man who was more than forty years younger than him. Zhao Daxi patted the ash on his trouser leg, and lifted him up and put him on the bed like a chicken.

He also patted the old face of the Duke a few times, and grinned again: "Old immortal fool, let you accept the reality with an open mind, don't always think about what lions and rhinoceros to hunt all day long, let you go online more and talk to young people more, know more about what young people are thinking, you just won't listen... Am I going to hurt you? ”

While scolding, he straightened his clothes and walked outside, and let this old thing fend for itself here.

That night, the Duke of Levante, who has been in power for more than 60 years in South Africa, finally swallowed his last breath and died of cardiopulmonary failure, and then William Levante, the youngest heir of the Levante family, announced his inheritance of the Levante family under the protection of Duchess Yang Su, and the family spread all over the 31 gold mines in southern Africa, served as the chairman of the board of directors of the five major steel groups, and secretly sent people to expel ten half-brothers and sisters from South Africa.

Zhao Daxi admired the reasonableness of the South African people even more at this time, and while settling the old accounts of the Levante family, he did not implicate all this on the head of Duchess Yang Su, nor did he anger the heir of the Levante family, Young Master William, with a style of doing business and knowing things.

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