Indianapolis is the capital of the state of Indiana. Indiana is also known as the conservative state.

This 'Indian' state was once home to Native Americans, but now only 0.3 percent Indians live in the entire state.

Nine o'clock in the morning. After a long journey, Bob and Brooklyn got into a rented car. They were about to meet an Indian of one-eighth Indian ancestry, or at least that's what he called himself, and garnered a lot of support for it.

In the car, Brooklyn asked

"Nativeameridians, which is more suitable?" Bob, who was driving, shook his head and yawned with his mouth wide open.

"Some Indians like to be called indians, while others like nativeameris." Speaking of nativeameris, Bob pursed his lips, shuddered at the fat on his face, and then yawned.

Nativeameris is a term that began to be propagated by federal academia in the seventies of the last century.

Literally, anyone born into the Commonwealth can be called a Dians, which is different.

In the fifteenth century, Christopher Columbus set sail, his initial destination was the house of the 'third brother', but he stumbled and ran to the Confederation – of course, there was no Confederation at that time, but was ruled by a group of 'evil' nativeameris.

Columbus thought that he had arrived at the house of the 'third brother', and thought that the natives he came into contact with at that time were the people of the 'third brother's family, so he called them indians.

Brooklyn thought back to where the two words came from and made a decision. If this guy of one-eighth Indian descent is for the votes, call him a nativeameris.

If he wasn't just for the votes, then call the indians.

"After sending me, you can go find a nearby hotel to rest." After making his decision, Brooklyn looked at Bob yawning from the side

"I'll call you when I'm done here." After saying that, he yawned himself. Bob didn't excuse himself, nodding his head.

The scenery of Indianapolis is actually worth admiring, especially the traces of Indian culture that can be seen everywhere here, which makes the city have a unique charm.

It's a pity that Brooklyn doesn't have time to appreciate this. He's on a tight schedule. This time they were meeting a state legislator with one-eighth Indian ancestry.

Brooklyn's head was a little big after reading the information of this congressman. Calvin is different, and in terms of information, Mr. Congressman has been active at the forefront of fighting for the interests of minorities all year round, and has won the support of voters as a result.

When dealing with this kind of person, you need to be careful in the wording of every sentence, and you can't say when you make an unintentional mistake that will make the other party blow up.

When the car was parked in front of Mr. Congressman's yard and there was no need to get out of the car, Brooklyn recognized Mr. Congressman at a glance.

It's a 'long-haired' house. The whitewashed exterior walls are covered with a thick layer of unknown blades of grass, resembling thatched grass to resemble a house.

It's just that Brooklyn can be sure that with the mechanical properties of thatch, it is absolutely impossible to build such a large two-story villa.

And outside this 'long-haired' villa, there is a middle-aged man dressed in fancy clothes, with feathers and bone ornaments on his body, doing strange movements there.

Sylvester ...... Brooklyn looked down at the material, and then at Mr. Congressman, who was making strange movements, his expression painful and distorted.

sylvesteryellowcalf。 Sylvester scalpers? A man who changed his name to Indian style!

A councillor who fights for the interests of the Indians! A guy who lives in a thousand square meters of long grass villas!

A guy who usually wears Indian clothes! There was no need to communicate at all, just a glance from afar, and Brooklyn knew that in order to gain support, he should use nativeameridians when talking to Mr. Scalper.

After preparing in the passenger seat for a long time, Brooklyn let out a long exhale, opened the door and got out of the car, with a fake sincere smile on his face.

It was at this point that Mr. Scalper ended his strange movement dance.

"Hello, Mr. Congressman, I'm Brooklyn Lee from New York." Brooklyn stood outside the fence and introduced himself with a smile on his face.

Congressman Scalper was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of sudden realization, walked down quickly, and began to talk to Brooklyn across the fence.

"Hello Brooklyn, I'm sylvesteryellowcalf." The scalper introduced himself with a smile.

Brooklyn hesitated for less than a second and decided to call each other by their full names in the rest of the conversation. Obviously, the other party was so proud of this very Indian name that he even abandoned his surname for the sake of it.

"Hello, sylvesteryellowcalf." Brooklyn was smiling

"I'm here to talk to you about the press law." Different people have to be dealt with in different ways.

For example, the scalper in front of him, Brooklyn felt that Sylvester had gotten into the horns of the 'Indians' and couldn't get out, and he had already framed himself in it.

Sylvester may be the most authentic heart similar to Calvin, but Calvin is 'honest' and can directly face his desires, what he wants, and what his goals are, and he makes no secret of it.

On the other hand, Sylvestre, Brooklyn is all too familiar with this kind of person. This is the kind of hypocrite who is full of sanctimoniousness, benevolence, righteousness and morality, and who is accustomed to standing on the commanding heights of morality and exuding the brilliance of human nature.

They are not even hypocrites, they have lost themselves in the role they play. When talking to them about the exchange of interests, even if they are already crying in their hearts, they still show disdain and even rage, and there is no possibility of successful negotiations.

- Even if Brooklyn gave up all of New York to Mr. Sylvester Scalper, on the condition that he say a word for himself at the weekend council, he would not agree.

This kind of person is an experiential person, and he believes in acting and acting. In the depths of their hearts, they fantasize about a moral model, put their own face on the moral model, and use the actions of the moral model as the criterion, and everything is modeled.

They are like a poor beetle, greedily watching every temptation drool, but they dare not stretch out even a single tentacle, they only dare to hide behind the moral model.

Brooklyn has only seen Mr. Sylvestre's demeanor and his long-grass house, and has made accurate inferences about Mr. Sylvestre's character.

To deal with such a person, you need to disguise yourself as his companion.

"When I was in college, I read several books about Indian civilization and was struck by the wild beauty depicted in them." Brooklyn mobilized the muscles of her face, looked a little excited, and tried to make herself look natural.

By this time, they had already gone from reporting to each other about Indian civilization. The scalper looked interested, but did not invite Brooklyn in.

"It's a pity that, for a variety of reasons, such a splendid and wild civilization is now slowly disappearing." Brooklyn chattered, finally sighed and began to wrap up

"I haven't even seen it with my own eyes. If only I could see it once. Sylvester nodded approvingly.

"You're right, what a splendid and glorious civilization it is! If he could develop to this day, how colorful the world would be! Then he began to get angry

"But now, they're being kept in captivity like exotic animals! This is simply an insult to such a splendid civilization! ”

"They also distorted the facts, distorted history, and even set up a Thanksgiving Day dedicated to the day they started destroying it."

"By the way, do you have a Thanksgiving?" Brooklyn shook his head, but thought to himself, did he look away?

This guy's tone sounds exaggerated, but it doesn't seem to be that unbearable. He thinks the Federalists distort history and set up Thanksgiving to whitewash the peace?

Soon, Brooklyn realized he was overthinking. After Sylvester slapped his hands approvingly and said that he was only Thanksgiving, he began to talk about his political philosophy.

He believed that the Mayflower should have avoided contact with the Indians in the first place, and that this contact and help had completely destroyed the beauty of the Indian civilization and made it no longer pure, which was a desecration of the Indian civilization.

He believed that the federal government should help the Indians restore their own splendid civilization. Brooklyn listened attentively, switching from left foot to right foot and back to left, and was about to make a hole under the fence.

Finally, after the other party finished speaking, Brooklyn asked

"Do you have any good ideas?" Sylvester's excited look froze on his face, and he talked endlessly as if he had a cassette, and Eun uh uh several times.

Just when Brooklyn thought he wasn't even a piece of paper, and when Brooklyn marveled at how good the federal congressmen were, his sentences began to flow again.

The two then discussed the ideas of scalpers across the fence, and whether they were bad or worse, whether they were unrealistic or more unrealistic, Brooklyn dismissed them and picked out loopholes.

He looks like an old friend of the scalpers and is genuinely helping the scalpers solve their troubles.

After blocking the last train of thought of scalpers, Brooklyn gave his own advice.

"Sylvestre, we're friends, aren't we?" Before giving advice, Brooklyn asked.

"Of course! Of course we are friends! Sylvestre was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"No one has ever discussed this with me in such depth, and I have always felt lonely until I met you, and I thought that I was the only one in this world running back and forth for this splendid and great civilization."

"Brooklyn, I'm so excited to meet you!" Sylvester said excitedly as he stretched his arms out of the crack in the fence, grabbed Brooklyn's hand.

Brooklyn got goosebumps all over his body and shivered at him.

"That's right." Brooklyn suppressed his discomfort, shook Sylvester with his backhand, and quickly recounted his advice.

"Did you know that Harvard is preparing a new proposal?"

"We can support this proposal and let the press law pass."

"Didn't I just say that even if there is funding for the event, and the government has funding, the media will only present what they want to present, and even continue to portray the Indians like that. They are not going to promote the full Indian civilization, let alone report the truth. ”

"But because of the rights law, their reporting is constitutionally protected, and there's nothing we can do about it. One can only watch them distort the facts. ”

"But it's different after the law is passed." Brooklyn could clearly see the unnaturalness and reluctance on Silvestre's face, but Brooklyn didn't care.

He was talking to Sylvestre's moral role model throughout, not Sylvestre.

It doesn't matter what Sylvester himself thinks, what his subconscious thinks. Because it's like he's possessed, just a walking dead controlled by a moral exemplar.

If the angle is right, Brooklyn could even convince Sylvester to try his hand at the sand. To be fair, lobbying Sylvester is much less difficult than lobbying Calvin – at least for Brooklyn, who sees through Silvestre.

"We can limit media coverage through press laws and make media coverage more truthful, objective and comprehensive." Brooklyn sneered

"Think about it, after the passage of the press law, you could only watch the mess of fake Indians running around the screen, watch the fake Indian civilization being hyped up, and watch the civilization you like annihilated little by little."

"Now you have the right to interfere! Go to the rescue! ”

"As long as you don't think it's realistic, you can use the press law to interfere and get them to correct it."

"Think about it, the fools who are all over the screen will soon disappear and be replaced by real Indians, real Indian civilization." Sylvestre's face was about to crack.

Brooklyn could clearly feel it, he was very reluctant to continue listening, he even wanted to turn around and leave, he didn't want to pay attention to Brooklyn at all.

But the moral model he has created for himself will not leave. So, he won't leave either. He just stood by the fence with a cracked expression, listening to the lies that he could easily debunk, and still making an appearance of recognition even though he knew that the other party was fooling him.

Brooklyn had finished talking about journalism and was starting to get into his own troubles.

"Originally, this law would have been submitted as soon as possible, but unfortunately Professor John's sudden death disrupted everyone's plans. Ay. Brooklyn sighed

"Professor John's death has made this law no longer of concern."

"Silvestre, I am Professor John's chosen successor, and I hope to fulfill his last wish in life." Brooklyn said as he reached over the fence, tearfully clutching Silvestre's wrist

"But they don't support me, Sylvestre, can I trust you?"

"Together, we're going to get the press law passed, fulfilling Professor John's last wish, and bringing the ideals you've been working so hard for closer!"