Edward wondered if he should add a few more slogans, after all, this is a developed media empire.

The role of slogans with a clear banner and dissemination is of great value.

But after thinking about it for a long time, such as the heavenly punishment of the national thief, the emperor's rape, the return of the great government, the seven lives to serve the country, and the eight Hong Yiyu do not seem to be very appropriate.

And these slogans.

It is very easy to understand from the perspective of Chinese, after all, it is all Chinese characters.

But how do you translate this into English?

For example, the last three words are convenient.

But how does the day translate?

The East Asian region believes in the operation of the Heavenly Way, and punishing evil and promoting good is the law, and no one can avoid it.

But here is the New World, a bunch of disciples and grandchildren of the Jesus Church, and you talk to them about the way of heaven, and they say you are a heretic......

If you replace the thief of heaven with the thief of God?

It seems to be simple.

But the problem is bigger.

The religion of Jesus has been completely secularized, at least superficially, with the separation of church and state, with God's to God and Caesar to Caesar's, and it is easy not to get involved.

If you take out the tablet of God, you will most likely be branded as a heretic.

In the eyes of believers, heretics are more odious than infidels, and although they will not be burned at the stake, they should not expect to unite more people......

Nima, this is, what a headache!

Hey, I'm too tired to be the leader, and I even have to use my own voice for slogans.

Or go meet Hansen?

I assigned him a lot of tasks, and the burden and pressure were really not light.

I don't know how this guy's preparations have been in the past few days.

He said hello to the crowd and drove out of New York for New Haven......

These days, Hansen has not been idle.

In this kind of ghost weather, the revolutionary area of the Great Lawn is in shambles, and as far as the eye can see, there are crooked tents weighed down by snow.

Fortunately, there were no casualties.

The students are not stupid, and living in tents is both revolutionary and fun.

But if it's like this in the weather of minus 15 degrees......

This should not be something that a normal person can do.

There is also a person who has a bad brain, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and he will go to the snow to spread wild.

As a result, they were set up by school security guards and guards on standby and thrown into the house.

In normal times, this group of fox friends would have jumped up to protest against "the school used the mob armed to the teeth to treat innocent and kind students with brutal violence".

But at this moment, they also know that this is to save people.

After all, according to the United States report, Moscow's winter mortality rate is extremely high, and a large number of drunks freeze to death on the streets every year, so much so that the Moscow police have to increase the density of street patrols at night.

Human life is at stake, isn't it?

The climate in New Haven is not much worse than in Moscow these days, and if it weren't for the school's responsibility, it wouldn't be too normal to kill a few revolutionary comrades.

……

Hansen huddled in his apartment.

At this moment, he described him as withered, his face was blue, his lips were white, he had two dark circles under his eyes, his long unkempt hair had not been washed for several days, and it was all dirty, and his beard was unshaven, as if he had escaped from a Siberian labor camp.

The door was unlocked, and Edward pushed it in, almost being soothed.

The room was littered with empty beer cans and pizza boxes, as well as cans of tomato beans that disgusted Edward the most, which smelled disgusting under the fumigation of the heat, and could smell marijuana if you looked closely.

Coupled with the strange "body fragrance" of Hansen himself who did not take a bath for many days, Edward wished that he would immediately have severe rhinitis.

On the writing desk, on the bed, on the coffee table, all kinds of manuscript paper are spread.

The paper is scribbled and filled with alterations in various colors, and if hung in a gallery in the Chelsea district, it is a masterpiece of modern abstract art.

Hansen himself muttered to himself at the giant dressing mirror.

His face was haggard, but he looked like he was crazy.

The intonation is high and low, and the gestures are wide open and closed.

If he had a small head and mustache, Edward would probably think that the Führer had crossed over in the flesh.

Hansen saw him in the mirror and nodded.

"Ed, let's go!"

"Where?"

"The Great Lawn ......"

"Where did I just come from...... It's all raged tents...... Few people are ......."

"Oh, that's probably early. We agreed a few days ago that we would continue to gather in the 'revolutionary zone' today, and the weather would only affect us slightly! We must carry forward the spirit of the Red Army in climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands......"

Edward's face was full of black lines, and he really couldn't accept that a white-skinned and green-eyed foreign devil was saying in English that he wanted to learn the revolutionary spirit, which was too contrary to harmony.

But looking at the other party's appearance, he really has a bit of revolutionary spirit, and he is embarrassed to spoil his interest.

"Alright, alright...... Are you almost ready for what I gave you? ”

"Don't worry, Ed, incitement is what I do best!" Hansen said, stepping forward, "Let you see how the real revolutionaries let go and mobilize the masses." ”

As he spoke, he was about to give him a hug.

"Bastard!" Edward took a big step back, "Hell, you haven't taken a shower in a few days!" Hurry to the bathroom! ”

"You clearly lack comradely enthusiasm for me!" Hansen was dissatisfied.

"Comrade's passion ♂?" Edward sneered and walked over to the phone, "Do you want me to find someone to make you feel it?" ”

Hansen instinctively felt that there was a problem, and asked tremblingly, "Who?" ”

"Carl Wright! He can't wait to fly over with a phone call, and I swear, he won't dislike the smell of you! What do you think? "Someone's face is full of evil smiles!

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hansen was anxious, "Ed, we are friends, we are best friends, you can't fool me like this!" ”

"Then why don't you hurry up and get out into the bathroom? Are you afraid that the faucet will come out of the gas instead of the liquid!? This is the United States ......"

Hansen ran into the bathroom.

He was relieved to hear the sound of rushing water, and quickly opened all the windows in the room.

The icy fresh air made him feel a lot better.

Then he looked at the chaos in the room, shook his head, and picked up a huge garbage bag.

It's a product of Mobile Oil, and you get one free with just the purchase of $3 worth of gasoline.

Buy more and give more, the quality is excellent, Tong Su is not bullied, this thing is a bit condescending to be used to hold garbage, and it seems that the disposal of corpses is more correct with its huge capacity and thick material.

The bag is printed with the ridiculous slogan: "You must be happy to throw it away......"

This seems to be a microcosm of the rice country of this era, huge, wasteful, and indifferent, as if the wealth of the world can be squandered.

Edward shook his head and began to tidy up the room.

We'll have to get rid of all this food waste, it's going to be spring soon, and if it's piled up for a few more days, the apartment manager will have to chase this guy away......

The rules here are very strict, even pets such as cats and dogs are not allowed, and if there are a large number of cockroaches and rats in Hansen's room, it is estimated that he will eat a huge fine......

It's a threat to others, to Hansen...... For such a lumpenproletarian, probably the ticket is the function of wiping the butt paper, and he may still dislike it too hard, so he gave it to Carl Wright as a favor.

As for the flying manuscript papers, he also collected them and stacked them neatly, and it was obvious that Hansen had put a lot of thought into them, and the handwriting on them was like a doctor's prescription.

I don't know why, Chinese and foreign doctors take pride in not being able to understand their prescriptions.

……

After a while, Hansen came out of the shower.

It's still the same outfit with purple bell bottoms, a blouse with gold and black vertical stripes, a dark red rod wool jacket, and an oversized shawl full of bohemian style intertwined with black, white and green, and the sideburns are like the J character in a playing card.

Edward thought that if the strip of cloth was changed to white, and then a red round cake was drawn in the middle, and the word "victory" was written on both sides, it seemed to be more appropriate.

The color scheme made him look no different from the totem poles standing outside the African tribes, and Edward couldn't help but feel dizzy and said, "Go eat something and fill your stomach before you can work." ”

"Uh...... Shall I eat braised pork first? You want to fry the sugar-colored ones, not the soy sauce ones! Hansen hit the snake and asked for it with the stick.

"Get out!" Edward was furious! They all ate so well, and they became more and more sad in the future.

But now I have to generalize, "I don't have time today, when the matter is over, I will never treat you badly!" ”

"That's what you said!"

When they left the apartment to go to the restaurant, they found that there were already people on the large lawn.

These guys put away the bad tents and piled them aside, and it is estimated that the school will send someone to collect them in a while.

New tents were scattered on the turf, and it seemed that the vast number of patriotic students had a really deep affection for the field war.

This is a good thing for the United States, young hormones are vigorous, there must be a place to vent, and it is better to communicate with each other eagerly in a tent than to run out into the street to demonstrate.

But it can only be said that this is the pattern of the White House and governments at all levels, and the genius Abby Hoffman was able to combine OOXX with demonstrations, pioneered the way of OX demonstrations, and went to the Chicago City Government to ask for approval.

No wonder this guy went in......

It is certainly wrong to arrest people, but Edward thinks about it from the position of the government, if this thing continues to go unpunished, I am afraid that it will not be long before His Excellency the President may be shot in a strange way by him.

……

Hansen seems to be obsessed with Chinese food, and after a thousand choices, he walked into a Chinese restaurant called BJ Garden.

"This is very authentic, it tastes good, I used to eat here a lot" Hansen is clearly a regular customer.

This can be seen in the waiter's warm greeting to him.

But Edward frowned, he was here for the first time.

This is also normal, how can a person with a pure Chinese soul choose to go to a Chinese restaurant in the United States......

But Chinese food seems to be quite popular, especially the sweet and sour "pure Chinese cuisine" that makes the ghost guy buy it, so much so that he wonders if he doesn't have to work hard to take the legal road, and he should be able to make a fortune by opening a panda fast food outside his home......

However, the first feeling that BJEN gave him was not good.

It's not that the environment is bad, the waiter is good, in fact, this restaurant is very clean, the service is also in place, warm and not sticky.

Mainly because he thinks that in terms of the accent and physical characteristics of the waiter, as well as other details, this restaurant should be called Saigon Garden or Hanoi Garden, or Bangkok Garden......

As for the taste of the dish......

Edward sighed, and ate two bites hastily.

But watching Hansen gobble up for a while, I knew that this guy was in retreat these days, and he relied on beer and bread to fill his stomach every day.

The things on the table called Chinese food, which are actually similar to feed, can also make him feast.

Edward was a little unbearable, thinking that if he didn't go back to New York tonight, he would personally go to the kitchen to treat this guy.

Anyway, Chris went back to his hometown, Carl Wright was not there, and the meal for the two of them didn't take much effort.

However, the next moment, he immediately dispelled this thought.

Hansen had almost eaten enough.

Start savoring the dessert after the meal.

Since it's a Chinese restaurant, desserts usually don't cost anything.

All Chinese restaurants in Quanmi give away the same dessert - fortune cookies.

Whether in Alaska or California, such a unified approach across spaces gave Edward his own unique perspective on the so-called cultural diversity of the country.

A fortune cookie is actually a dough with butter and sugar, folded in half to form a hollow dumpling object, and then pressed hard at the bottom to form a strange three-quarter circle shape.

It's also not a mistake to say hollow, because all fortune cookies are stuffed - a small note with a phrase that is inexplicably full of American conjecture about "Oriental wisdom".

And he claimed that this was said by Confucius, Lao Tzu, and Qin Shi Huang.

Edward, of course, scoffed at this thing.

But the strange thing is that all the people of the United States are convinced that this is the crystallization of 5,000 years of traditional Chinese civilization, and it is the most orthodox expression of Chinese food.

Hansen broke the biscuit, took out the note, and was reverently reciting: "A wise man will always be wise—Mencius."

Then, eat the biscuits clean, and lick up the crumbs that fell into the basin.

Edward couldn't stand it anymore: "Hey! Hey!! Pay attention to your image!! Damn it. Yale's face is all lost by you! You know what! ”

Hansen raised his head and stared at him seriously: "Ed, you don't understand, this is a Chinese tradition, if you want the good things written on the note to happen, you must eat all the cookies, this is the mysterious oriental power!" ”

"FXXXK" Edward almost roared, heart said, do you know who you're talking to? A white-skinned ghost guy is teaching a time-traveler what is called Chinese tradition?

Hell yes!

In the 9.6 million square kilometers of land, up and down for 5,000 years, there has never been such a thing.

Seeing the disdain on his face, Hansen began to teach him seriously, "Listen, Ed, although you are of Chinese descent, you grew up with your mother, and you don't know anything about Chinese food culture and traditions......"

"You understand?" Edward was so surprised by him that he suddenly didn't know what to say, but he was happy?

Of course, this is common knowledge that everyone in the United States knows...... Why, you don't know? ”

Edward was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned his brain, only then did he discover the knowledge about this thing in the depths of his memory, and it was obvious that the previous owner of this body was also convinced of it.

This thing has even developed a unique superstitious system.

Like what

If it's a good word in the note, read it out, eat the cookie, and the good word will come true.

If it's a warning or something, then don't eat cookies, or just eat a little, then bad things won't happen.

You can't drink water while eating......

And so on and so forth

"Is this Nima still the world of science? inexplicably added a traditional culture to China...... "He is really powerless to complain about this."

Over there, Hansen was still talking about this traditional oriental dining custom.

It didn't take long for him to come up.

"Damn it! You only deserve to eat honey duck, lemon chicken, and oriental chicken! ”

These are the most Chinese dishes in Chinese restaurants, and they are deeply loved by the majority of black and white ghosts.

Hansen was taken aback: "Hey! Hey! Ed, why are you so angry!? ”

"Damn, don't tell anyone that you've eaten with me in the future! Got it! Edward stared at him viciously.

"You guy, your tongue is hard to be stainless steel, you can't even eat good or bad? I'll bet you, this restaurant is simply Vietnamese-owned. ”