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This is the second chapter, and I continue with the chapter I owed yesterday.

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No one expected that the protests had just reached their peak and would disappear without a trace in an instant.

Such a strange thing made many people unacceptable for a while. In particular, when it was heard that a small number of people who chose to continue the protest had a clash with a large number of teenagers, almost causing bloodshed, the Manhattan Jǐng Bureau urgently announced that the protest was extremely risky and had violated the relevant provisions of US law and was banned.

Although the Manhattan Jǐng Bureau has issued a ban, even without it, the 'protest action', which has lost its main force, will no longer be of much use.

Just when those who were hiding behind the scenes sighed that this great opportunity had been lost. Suddenly, it turned out that the 'protest' did not stop, but turned the muzzle.

The target of this protest is no longer Link, but Al Thiel, who has been in the limelight lately.

Al Thiel has been having a good time these days, and he feels like he's never been happier than ever. Because he has been commented by a large number of media outlets as 'the most influential critic in the United States'.

And Al Thiel also feels that this title is also a very reasonable thing to wear on his head.

He feels that his influence has reached the peak of his life, and a comment he made a few days ago is the best proof!

He just wrote a few words casually, and it caused such a sensation, whether online or offline, countless people chose to follow in his footsteps, followed the direction he guided, and launched a vast protest against Link.

"I just said one word, and countless people pointed out to Link, and this feeling is really wonderful."

Al Thiel smiling in a leather swivel chair, having just taken over as editor-in-chief of The New York Times, is just one of the benefits he's gained from the turmoil.

Not only is his new book in press, with the first edition expected to reach 500,000 copies, but there are also countless opportunities to invite himself to various events.

He had even received an invitation from the president of the New York Times Group to attend the other party's dinner tonight.

"So that's what it's like to gain fame and fortune! The feeling of stepping on others to climb up is cool! ”

Al Thiel enjoyed the benefits of stepping on Link, fantasizing about how many high-class celebrities he would meet at tonight's dinner.

At this time, the secretary didn't knock on the door, so he ran in in a panic.

Al Thiel's brow furrowed, his expression very displeased. Now that he is the 'most influential critic of the moment', he must not allow such disrespectful behavior to happen.

Just as Al Thiel was thinking about what reason to fire the guy in front of him, the secretary nervously spoke.

"Mr. Till, it's not good. Now there are a lot of protesters gathered under the building, and the scene is getting a little out of control. The security department has activated the emergency security plan, and Mr. President informs you to go down and explain to the protesters in person. ”

"What?" Al Till's face changed drastically, and he no longer had the smug expression he had just had, and he shouted in disbelief: "This is impossible! I met Mr. President in person, and I was able to resolve the situation. Don't forget, I'm the most influential critic in all of America! As long as I say a word, everything will calm down! ”

Al Thiel looked terrified, and when he thought of himself as 'recognized', the most influential critic in the United States, he began to regain his confidence.

The secretary looked at the poor worm in front of him, who had been abandoned by the decision of the board of directors, and could still raise such a great confidence at this time, and he couldn't help but glance at the other party with disdain.

"There is no need for this kind of person to exist."

The secretary remembered what Mr. President said at that time, and his expression became indifferent.

"Please, Mr. Critic."

Al Thiel didn't have time to pay attention to the secretary's mocking tone, and hurried into the elevator.

In front of the headquarters of the New York Times Group in Times Square, a crowd of people has been surrounded by black pressure at this time, coupled with the curious onlookers of many foreign tourists, which has caused the nearby traffic to become congested.

New York's Times Square is one of the busiest areas in New York, and it is the place with the most headquarters of large groups in the United States outside of Wall Street. At the same time, it is also one of the top attractions for foreign tourists after coming to New York.

When someone noticed that there were a large number of people nearby, many pedestrians and tourists also surrounded them curiously.

There is a lively place to see, and it is always the place with the most people.

The nose of the media is always the smartest, and a large number of media reporters have gathered at the scene.

At this time, Link was sitting lazily on the sofa at home, enjoying the long-lost refreshment.

Mira, on the side, put a peeled grape into Link's mouth. She was smiling happily too, as she hadn't seen Link smile in days.

On the TV, a female reporter holding a CAA microphone is reporting to the camera.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to CAA's live coverage. Just a few minutes ago, more than thousands of Americans chose to protest in front of the New York Times Group building. Due to the large number of protesters, traffic in the vicinity has been paralyzed, and the transportation department has taken emergency measures......"

Accompanied by the reporter's voice, there were also cursing voices one after another at the scene. In the camera, there are already countless people gathered there, and there are even more rushing here.

A large number of security guards and jǐngcha formed a human wall, sweating profusely to maintain order. At this moment, a bruised guy crawled out from under the feet of the crowd.

"Captain, save me."

Hearing his cry for help, the security captain in charge of the building's security hurriedly ran over, and while helping his subordinates up, he scolded angrily: "Are you an idiot? Didn't you hear me say take the logo off your clothes? Even if you didn't hear it, didn't you see what happened to Andy's idiot? ”

The security captain pointed to the New York Times logo on his man's clothes and reprimanded them loudly.

The injured security guard was beaten in vain, and I don't know who hit it, there were too many people at the scene. Now that he was about to be reprimanded by the captain again, his heart was suddenly desolate......

"Get the hell out of Al Thiel."

"Let Al Thiel die."

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The crowd was so excited that even those who were not there could feel the tension through the TV.

Mira was also very excited, and while looking at the picture on the TV, she couldn't help but shout: "Rush in, rush in......"

Link rolled his eyes helplessly, feeling a little unbearable for Mira's belligerent xìngge.

However, at this time, Link was also very excited, and the original vow was finally fulfilled.

"You. Zi raised, now you know what it's like to be crushed by public opinion, a bunch of idiots! ”

Link was secretly happy in his heart, and he finally tasted the excitement of swaying public opinion. The previous gloomy mood was finally swept away at this time.

At this time, a trembling figure appeared in the TV screen. Link recognized him at a glance, it was none other than Al Till, who was in the limelight some time ago. But now, he looked frightened and was thrown out of the New York Times building like a dead dog.

"Mr. President, don't give up on me."

All the cameras on the scene pointed the close-up at Al Tiel, and even the hoarse shout was clearly transmitted to the ears of all TV viewers by the sound collection equipment.

Countless people who were watching the live broadcast suddenly showed disdainful expressions.

The protesters and onlookers at the scene looked at Al Thiel as a dead dog and immediately cursed. Even many unrelated pedestrians and tourists joined in the swearing.

That's why, in the past, many unrelated people would join in the protest against Link.

In fact, there is no reason at all, people are like this!

Not all people have a sane brain!

Perhaps, this is the power of public opinion!

Seeing Al Thiel's pleading appearance on the TV screen, Link couldn't help but curse: "Idiot, coward, when Lao Tzu was protested at that time, he was like this kind of garbage, it was no different from a dead dog." ”

Mira glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "Pay attention to elegance, don't be so rude." However, it seems to be too, this guy is really a shame, and it can't be compared to my Da Ling at all."

The corners of Link's mouth curled, and he said proudly, "Of course, I have experienced this kind of scene twice. ”

The two shameless guys suddenly started fighting, and a happy laugh spread far away.

But Al Thiel couldn't be happier, not only unhappy, but even had the heart to commit suicide.

Looking at the dead glass door closed in front of him, listening to the fierce curses and insults behind him, the overwhelming remorse in Al Tiel's heart made him feel that he was about to be tortured to death.

He thought that this protest was just a small group of Link's supporters. But when he really came to the scene, that kind of terrifying scene had made him not have a trace of confidence.

Even the bullshit title of America's most influential critic has been left far behind.

He knew that Link was the only one who could save him now. Will he, though?

I remembered that I was in high spirits a few days ago, all because I climbed up by stepping on Link, and now I fell into a dead dog because of Link.

It's even more unbearable than falling from heaven to hell!

The crowd of protesters gathered in front of the New York Times building, looking at Al Thiel, who was slumped on the ground, and no one felt even the slightest sympathy for him.

As long as I think of my dream, when I was blocked by an account because of this bastard, the anger in the hearts of everyone who participated in the protest was a little out of control again.

"Kill this. Child-raised. ”

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted, the thousands of protesters began to move.

There are already hundreds of people who have maintained the protest, but compared to the terrifying protester in front of him, Cháo, it is still too bad.

Especially when he saw that so many people began to move, the inspector in charge of maintaining the scene had already yelled at the walkie-talkie: "Support, request support!" We're going to get out of control here...... Did you hear that? I need support here...... Are you an idiot? Even if you turn the Pacific Fleet into jǐngcha, I won't have too much. ”

The vigorous crowd of protesters, sustained by more than a thousand jǐngcha, did not cause bloodshed. But the protesters were so frantic that they almost stormed the New York Times building.

Although he didn't succeed, Al Thiel was an 'obstacle' to everyone's progress, so now he was a pile of garbage, and no one cared which bin he was thrown into.

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