Famous schools produce celebrities, celebrities raise famous schools, and every assistant principal has to memorize the heroes.

This Ivanka is naturally on the list, the first white Fumi in the United States, an alumnus of the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania, and perhaps a female president in the future.

It's not impossible for her to donate money to UCLA, but for the right reasons.

"Show me it." Principal Bullock held out his hand.

The assistant hurriedly handed it over: "It should be no problem, but maybe the money hasn't arrived yet." ”

The father and daughter in the White House are not short of money, and they sent a fax to explain that they really want to give it, so as not to make empty checks with the president of a prestigious school like themselves.

If you say it and don't give it, the loss is not only 20 million dollars, and Brock is not a mouthless person, no matter how good his temper is, what is the situation.

But why are you in such a hurry?

After glancing at the fax, Brock pressed his hand to the paper and grabbed his gray hair: "You go and get the list of Chinese students who are going to enter this time, by the way, there are also exchange students!" ”

The assistant answered yes and turned around and went to the secretary's room next door, where all the materials could be retrieved.

Brock unconsciously scratched the beard at the corner of his lips and groaned, today's incident is unusual.

While Los Angeles is wheezing and wailing in the storm, the president is beginning to care about this year's exchange students, which is seriously inconsistent with Donald's image in Bullock's heart.

Theoretically, Donald should have asked how many poor students he had recruited this year, and it was a bit of a stretch to ask exchange students.

With this issue also stuffed over twenty million dollars, which is even more bizarre, Bullock did not see the Donald who donated the same funds to the victims of the Los Angeles disaster.

Now that the intensity of the hurricane is at a historic level, there will definitely be people who will be affected accordingly, and the wind insurance is not selling well in Los Angeles, and the earthquake insurance is mandatory.

Belch... It's a bit weird!

…...

In fact, California has not been very calm during this time, and the advantage of rare violent hurricanes is that there may not be wildfires caused by drought this year, but it may also be changed to flooding.

He could have gone out to hide from this hurricane, but since he didn't leave, he simply sat in the school, saving himself from going back and getting bad comments from public opinion.

"Headmaster, the information is here!" The assistant walked in briskly and handed over a folder.

"Andy, is there any damage in the school?" Brock asked.

"There were some things that were blown to the ground, and there were trees that fell, and there were only a few cases of injuries, but none of them were serious."

"What kind of person... Race? Principal Bullock asked as he looked down, looking very casually.

"Two white and two black. It's all bandaged in the infirmary, and there's nothing wrong with that. Assistant Andy said cautiously.

In the United States, racial discrimination is a very serious problem, although everyone knows in their hearts that discrimination will always exist, but those who dare to put it on the bright side are people who are not of a high level, and those who pursue a little life will pay attention to ways and means.

If you are in a high rank, even if you know that he is discriminating against you, you will not be able to find fault.

For example, in the same job search, a white man and a black man stand together.

The white boss glanced at his resume and said lightly: I hate blacks, and white people stay.

This kind of discrimination is stupid, and you have to go to court if you turn around.

But as we all know, the boss will ask the assistant to inform: you go back and wait for the phone call, we can't decide right away.

Then the blacks couldn't get the phone. The lawyer can't help it, there is no evidence.

Of course, if a black boss is faced with two job applicants, he can choose at will, white or black.

Sensitive topics are especially prone to disputes in Los Angeles, because California is a multi-ethnic city, and racial conflicts have never really been reconciled, so everyone tries to pretend not to see the difference in skin color.

Especially in school, you should be cautious in what you say and do not have any racist words.

So Andy, what he wondered was why the principal asked what kind of race it was, and what kind of person it was, what special purpose was this?

Four people, half of them, the corners of Brock's mouth moved, and he shook his head unconsciously.

Fortunately, God is fairer, two white, two black, white plus black, no one can say that they are discriminated against.

The yellow race hasn't been smashed? So why... If Donald wants to make overtures to China, it can't be!

…...

Los Angeles, Universal Studios, The Walking Dead themed area.

Xiao Xue gasped, a little tired, she beckoned, and the puppy that had been standing on the wall lamp stand flew down and landed on her shoulder, as if she was a little happy that the master had finally ended the crazy fight.

Its little head turned slightly, looking at the inexplicable things on the ground.

"What should I do?" Xiao Xue sighed and said softly, "I'll take a rest first, this place looks really annoying." ”

Just as she suddenly sighed, one of the closest prop zombies to her suddenly slid a little, and the hand reached towards her feet, grabbing her ankles.

Xiao Xue screamed, jumped up out of thin air with a fire axe, and followed her movements, and the puppy on her shoulder also flew up in surprise.

Grabbing the lampstand on the wall, Xiao Xue looked down and saw that the zombie had already stood up.

Apparently this was Shaun's prank, but what he heard in his ears was a stern rebuke: "What is the rest, is that supposed to be a place to rest?" ”

Xiao Xue only felt her body shake, and flew out sideways with her feet against the wall, and the axe in her hand drew a circle, cutting the zombie's head to the side and rolling on the ground.

…...

Los Angeles, Studio One.

"Where's Red?" Fred asked, a little curiously.

"Maybe it's something else, you have a signal!" Ethan reminded him.

Fred looked at the screen: "The one who is looking for little Wade is already in place." ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's finally here." Fred grabbed his hair, and more than an hour ago, the agents who had been densely packed around One Doane Street had received an emergency evacuation order to replace them with various other search tasks.

Some of them had to drive directly to the hospital staff residences in the suburbs.

The attending doctors, residents, interns, and nurses involved in Shaun's emergency care and nursing all had to be caught and explained.

…...

"Headquarters, I'm Louis, I've arrived...", Louis and his partner Mary stood in the hallway of the empty apartment, whispering, "indicating the next move." ”

"He's at home, go knock!"

Fred looked at another screen, where little red dots were approaching Nurse Monica's home.

"Sometimes I have to be thankful for the weather, there are no other cars on the road, and everyone stays home." He smiled and said to Ethan, "Do you want coffee?" ”

"Okay."

"Get me a drink, I'm a little sleepy."

"Hell, I thought you were going to get it for me!" Ethan grumbled and stood up and poured coffee for himself and his friends.

Alijie stood in the small room, her eyes following Ethan's movements, and now she always felt as if something was about to break in her heart.