In 1932, not to mention mobile phones, just dialing calls is far from being popular in the United States, there is a delay in information transmission, from the incident to the spread, there is a large time period, when the major newspapers rushed to report the assassination, Bai Willy only got the news, after the killer was arrested, the major newspapers first rushed to the scene, as a result, three Chinese killers broke the news that a banker named Bai Willy hired them to kill Yan Qiusheng, the killers begged the people around them to let them go, otherwise the police will kill them under the pressure of the bankers!

Newspaper reporters were shocked, where is this banker, it is simply a demon, when someone asked the killer why he killed Yan Qiusheng, the killers said that they didn't know, but under the continuous questioning, a killer confided, I heard that it seems that the banker collapsed the stock market, earning tens of billions of dollars, in order to get out, he needs to bankrupt the shadow bank, so that he can clean up the bad debts in large deposits, and Yan Qiusheng saved many enterprises and banks, so that he had to take on debts, only to bring down the Deep Space Group, He was able to get out of trouble and make more money.

Anyone who knows anything about the economy knows that this is nonsense, but if the nonsense is said by a person who has been silenced, then these words have a certain newsworthiness, which can disgust Sir White Willy, but it does not hurt in substance. At least that's what Yan Huangchen thinks.

At this time, Yan Huangchen was visiting Steve.

"Steve, how do you feel?" Yan Huangchen asked, pouring a tube of green liquid into Steve.

"It's like vegetable juice, it's so unpleasant." Steve. Rogers said, lying on the bed and sticking out his tongue.

"What is like vegetable juice, is the vegetable juice I make, but it has healing properties." Yan Huangchen smiled mysteriously, "And if you don't like school bullying, just call me, if you always go on your own, you won't be afraid of problems." ”

"My father told me that only those who stand up for injustice are true patriots." With reverence on his face, Steve said, "I'm not in good health, but I'm going to be a patriot." ”

Yan Huangchen covered his head and said, "I really didn't expect that your father's ideological work would be so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. ”

"Huangchen, I heard that Uncle Yan openly opposed the Chinese Exclusion Act?" Steve asked.

"That's right, he's now organizing forces to raise objections and get Congress to take notice and amend the bill." Yan Huangchen looked at Steve and replied.

"I really admire Uncle Yan, he is a patriot, only by eliminating injustice, our country will be strong, and the people will be free!" Steve said enviously.

"Kid, you're from an alien, it's not that simple! And who taught you these words? You're only twelve years old, okay? Yan Huangchen couldn't bear it, he felt that Steve was too idealistic.

"There's what I think, and there's what my dad told me." Steve replied, but that pure gaze made Yan Huangchen a little ashamed.

"You will be a great warrior in the future, a warrior who fights for humanity." Yan Huangchen said with emotion.

"Huangchen, you're so right, I'm going to be like that!" Steve, who was lying down, got up and looked at Yan Huangchen excitedly.

Yan Huangchen really couldn't stand his spirit of secondary two, so he changed the topic and said, "Your illness has been cured!" Stop lying down and go for a run. ”

"Really?" Steve shook his arm, he remembered that the doctor said he was going to take a month off, how was this okay?

"Just one asthma, the treatment can't be solved by the medicine, my deep space group can be closed!" Yan Huangchen muttered to himself.

Seeing Yan Huangchen's encouraging gaze, Steve went directly to the ground and started various exercises, and he found that his asthma had really disappeared, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Huangchen!" ”

"It's your own good, it has nothing to do with my vegetable water!" Yan Huangchen emphasized.

"I know it's nothing to do with you." Steve said and suddenly smiled and asked directly, "Why do you keep hiding yourself?" ”

"Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, I am a Chinese who is discriminated against, and I must be careful when I live here." Yan Huangchen replied.

"I think your thoughts are more like that of an old man." "In the face of injustice, we should fight!" ”

"Well, I admire your blood. Let's take that little kid from Bucky to my fish pond and have a fishing competition! Yan Huangchen proposed.

"Great! If I win, you must grill the fish for me! Steve said excitedly.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go! Yan Huangchen left the house with Steve.

Bucky was only eight years old, and after being taken away by the two of them, he was like a little heel, playing in the pond, and Yan Huangchen even called the company's photographer to leave them a nostalgic photo for the three of them.

At the end of 1932, under the guidance of Mephisto, Yan Qiusheng underwent great changes, like an old fritter in the political arena, constantly setting off a political wave of Chinese rights and interests, preaching the importance of the status of the Chinese, and completely becoming a politician who gave speeches everywhere, and finally delivered a speech at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington: "I have a dream! (provided by Yan Huangchen), for a while, Yan Qiusheng became the spokesperson for all colored people, and the black-skinned, brown-skinned, and yellow-skinned people kept holding a big march under the call, which lasted for a month, which was completely beyond the imagination of white American politicians. Yan Qiusheng's deeds were compiled into a joke and passed on to the world, at the age of 12, he crossed the ocean to the United States, at the age of 15 he saved money to buy books and study, worked as a miner, railroad worker, smoked marijuana, lived in a slum, read all the world, and began to work hard after having a son, struggled for ten years to become a big businessman, after becoming famous, he poured all his wealth to continue to help all the people who were displaced by the economic crisis, and never cared what color the other party was, but he was persecuted by white bankers and almost died, for which he roared: " I have a dream! ”

President Hoover's commissioner, James, made a special trip to visit Yan Qiusheng and warned him that it was election times and that society needed stability.

"Then let the new president's commissioner come and talk to me!" Yan Qiusheng replied strongly, making Commissioner James feel that he didn't know what to do, and now all parties have nothing to do with him, after all, he supports the livelihood of more than 200,000 people in New York, once he is arrested, it is said that the turmoil is light, especially the New York legislators are completely on Yan Qiusheng's side and resolutely oppose the use of any violence.

When he was anxious, Yan Qiusheng unexpectedly visited Roosevelt and made a high-profile declaration of support for Franklin. Roosevelt's campaign, call him a true fighter for democracy! Capable people who really solve the problems of the American economy! Only when he becomes president can the status of people of color change.

Well, it is clear that the pro-democracy movement is involved in the election campaign again, the entire American society is in a mess, and the political forces have begun to split, which has strengthened the determination of the big business group to stand behind President Hoover and must get rid of this scourge.

A few days later, Yan Qiusheng came to Hoover Village to visit the poor people and give them rice and white flour, and as he left, he was attacked by a gunman and fell in a pool of blood, and the angry people grabbed the gunman and killed him instantly. This was followed by large demonstrations in more than 100 cities across the United States, and the entire American army was dispatched to maintain order.

At this time, the Deep Space Tang Hospital was surrounded by people, constantly praying for blessings in the hope that Yan Qiusheng, a great fighter for democracy and a great philanthropist, would wake up, and Yan Huangchen, as his eldest son, was accompanying Yan Qiusheng and taking care of his father.

"Dad, you can't open your mouth, but you should be able to hear me, and you've been resting in bed for the last few months. The bullet has been removed, and the toxins in the warhead have been resolved, putting the finishing touches on your preparations for the political arena. Yan Huangchen said in Yan Qiusheng's ear.

Yan Qiusheng's eyes rolled as if he wanted to say something.

"You can hear me." Yan Huangchen added.

"I now understand why you asked me to be a politician, not a politician." Yan Qiusheng sighed in his heart, "Politicians have no bottom line, they are just a group of female cousins~, whoever gives more benefits will fall to whom, while politicians have their own bottom line, which I admire Roosevelt." ”

"He was a great man, but he could only struggle with fate." Yan Huangchen said secretly, he whispered to Yan Qiusheng: "Politicians need nirvana, Roosevelt's wheelchair (suffering from polio, commonly known as polio), and the assassination of my father is the same, as long as you have more bullet holes on your body, the more people will support you."

"You're not going to plan a few more assassinations, are you?" Yan Qiusheng asked.

"Look at what you said, would I do that, it's called taking advantage of the situation. The main test is the other party's determination to kill you! Yan Huangchen sneered.

"I think they're very determined!" Yan Qiusheng said with great certainty.

"We'll see!" Yan Huangchen said.

A heated argument in a mysterious conference room:

"White Willy~Sir Willie, if you consider yourself American, please don't use this shoddy assassination." A pot-bellied middle-aged white man asked.

"Sir White Willie, you, as a knight of the British Empire, should not behave in a manner that is not in line with gentlemanly manners." Another old white man sarcastically said.

"I don't know what you're talking about? I don't care about clowns and maggots at all, I only care if our interests are compromised. Young Sir White Willy said indifferently.

"There was no point in arguing like this, and the Freemasons decided to do it." The old man who presided over the chair spoke.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and finally Sir White Willy asked, "Sir, there is no need to use force for a yellow monkey, is there?" ”

"Power is called power when it is used where it should be used." The old man said categorically.

"Yes, sir!" The crowd spoke in turn.

In Chinatown, in an antique teahouse, Yan Huangchen is receiving a middle-aged white uncle.

"Boy, do you want to be our factory shareholder?" The white uncle looked straight at him.

"Uncle Bakis, I'm going to buy seventy-five percent of the shares, but I'm not going to be involved in the business." Yan Huangchen said calmly.

"My factory won't be handed over to anyone!" Barkis said fiercely.

“……”