Subtitle of this chapter: Fuck 404!

Mr. Louis Baker, who was walking behind Yuan, suddenly showed a strange look and asked in a loud voice to a young lady with a camera in the crowd, "Miss Pulitzer, why are you here?" ”

The lady was only in her early twenties, and she could be considered beautiful except for a little longer face, but her expression was too cold and she lost the ...... that a woman should have The femininity of a woman in 1920 should have. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Miss Pulitzer was also a little surprised, and said, "It's you, Mr. Baker!" ”

She pointed to the camera on her chest and said, "Haven't I come for an interview?" ”

Mr. Baker asked, with some curiosity, "Did your father, Mr. Herbert Pulitzer, promise you to be a journalist?" ”

The other party pouted and said, "Yes, yes, but it's a photojournalist." By the way, it looks like you're related to that...... Is Neo-Yuan familiar? ”

Mr. Baker nodded, "We do have a good relationship, and my grandfather admires him very much. ”

The reporter's eyes rolled, and she immediately asked with professional sensitivity: "Then can you find me a chance to interview him exclusively." ”

"I'll help you ask." Louis Baker readily agreed, then took two steps forward to Master Yuan and asked, "Neo, Miss Pulitzer from Le Monde wants to interview you, ...... you see?"

Yuan Yanqian turned her head to look at the reporter's lady, and then turned to "Sherlock Holmes...... Well, now it should be called "Watson" squeezed his eyes and teased: "Since it's your 'friend', then I'm naturally fine......"

Mr. Baker blushed and lowered his voice, "We, we're just ordinary friends. ”

Master Yuan said "surprised": "I didn't say that you are not ordinary friends!" ”

"Neo, you guy......"

In this way, under the spotlight and the complicated eyes of the NYU students around them, they finally came to the bell tower.

By this time, there was already a circle of people here, and a few enthusiasts pulling sheets ready to catch our Mr. Michael Baldwin.

Vice Chancellor Conant, Professor Adams, and Professor Klein did not leave the campus that night, and the three of them stood aside and looked at the noisy campus with very ugly faces. Of course, the Ku Klux Klan's grand knights and Jewish professors looked even more depressed.

"Woo woo, $5,000 ......"

"Woo woo, I don't want to live anymore......"

"Woo woo, you go away......"

"Woo woo, I'm going to jump......"

Jump, you're jumping. Didn't Takakura jump? Tang Ta also jumped, you jumped too......

Yuan Hong is gradually worthy of being a movie lover, and he even watched this "Pursuit" that made his parents fascinated after the 90s.

Seeing them coming, Vice Principal Conant hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Yuan, is it time to announce the news?" Otherwise, it won't be good to kill people. ”

And our Master Yuan's face did not change and his heart did not beat, he looked at the mike on the roof who wanted to jump but did not dare to jump, waved his hand casually and said, "Don't worry, just let him blow the wind on it." ”

Yuan Yanqian turned around and looked around, and saw that the hundreds of people on the campus had strange faces, pale faces, dull eyes, strange postures, disheveled clothes, and the smell of alcohol...... They really look like the zombies in "The Walking Dead" and "Resident Evil".

"Master Ball, what 'Anti-Heaven Equipment: T-Virus' didn't appear in this timeline, did it?"

"Host, not yet. If you want this anti-heaven pretend, then just complete the anti-heaven mission: the rise of UMBRELLA. Mission: To build the world's largest pharmaceutical company within 10 years. ”

"Master Ball, wait a minute. To accomplish this task means that I have to change history drastically, won't I be erased? ”

"Host, no. Once you accept the Celestial Challenge, the S-value will be frozen until the end of the mission period. ”

Yuan Yan's heart moved, second, and third when he heard this, isn't this saying......

Forget it, now is not the time to think about this, and I have the opportunity to have a good understanding of the various anti-heaven level tasks.

Our Master Yuan smiled at the pile of zombies and walked up the steps in front of the bell tower. He cleared his throat and raised his voice, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! ”

It's so rude, not even a squeaky person.

"Hahaha, the weather is ...... today It's not raining. ”

It seems that the blow is indeed a bit big, and I won't even greet him.

"Alright then, let's get down to business. Everyone knows the election results, right? ”

“404！ Fuck 404! Woowoo woo ......"

That's right, that number really should be fucked!

Yuan Yan followed the sound and saw that "fuck 404" was shouted by Mike on the top of the bell tower.

The results of the election on this timeline were exactly the same as the original, with Republicans receiving 404 of the 531 electoral votes, while Democrats won only 127. Then the difference between the two is 277 sheets.

In other words, this shocking gamble, which did not happen in the original timeline, did not affect the election results on this timeline at all.

After all, our Master Yuan didn't start receiving bets until twelve o'clock, and most of the people in NYU had already voted at this time, and most of them had originally voted for the Democratic Party. By the time the news appeared in the newspapers, it was already five or six o'clock, and voting across the country was almost over.

So even if there is some impact, it is minimal. Don't forget that the U.S. election is based on a winner-takes-all principle, and a difference of 1 million votes or 100 votes between two parties in a state will not affect the electoral vote.

Hearing Mr. Baldwin's mournful cry on the top of the bell tower, everyone present showed a sad expression, and some of the girls and the weak boys also cried "wow".

"Woo woo, it's over. $1,000, where can I find $1,000......"

"Woo woo, I'm done. You've only got $1,000, and I'm $2,500......."

"Woooooooooooo Luckily, I only bet $100......"

"Woo woo, beat him!"

"Woo woo, no. Beat him to death! ”

"Woo woo, don't hit me in the face!"

Yuan said secretly in his heart, this is really a river of spring water flowing eastward, and there is no reason not to shed tears about it......

"Pickup pickup. Host, don't keep copying his old man's poems, okay? ”

"Master ball, isn't this just rhyming, don't you always interrupt my train of thought, okay?"