The discussion grew louder and louder, and slowly turned into a noise.

And Obakin was in danger, followed by a few big men, escorted him to the podium.

And those black buddies are swarming here.

"Obakin!"

"Obakin!"

"Obakin!"

It seems that the saint of faith has come.

The frenzied slogan made the whole square fall into a brief silence, and everyone stared at the person in front of them.

Obakin!

They finally knew who it was.

They had also heard of Obakin's fame, and they had heard of Obakin's faith.

However, I have always listened to this as a joke, because black and white are clearly distinguished, especially in beautiful countries.

Two colors can never be harmonious.

This was determined by God when He created the race.

At least, that's what the white buddies think.

But what does everything mean in front of you?

"Could it be that Obakin is also going to run?"

Someone looked at the scene in front of him and said suddenly.

was immediately ridiculed: "What are you kidding, Brother Hei is running, are you crazy or am I crazy?" ”

"Yes, it's impossible, their brains will only hold, let them run the country, wouldn't they want the whole country to farm?"

"Well, what will they do besides farming?"

The discussion was louder.

And the rest of the candidates also found the riot in the square.

Looking at the person who calmly walked up to the podium, Stephen King's face was gloomy: "Louie, I need an explanation why such an important occasion would come in with a black brother and make such a big noise!" ”

Louie's face was full of bitterness.

"I, I don't know!"

Stephen King looked at Louie angrily: "I don't know, I don't know if you still don't solve it?" Is New York out of our control now? Go on! ”

Originally, a Workers' Party popped up, William, and it made him feel sorry.

Now another Obajin has popped up, and you can imagine his mood.

On the other hand, Orlando Elma, the spokesperson of the Southern Plantation Sect and the Great Slave Owner Family of Georgia.

The Orlando family is the big slave owner in Georgia, and as the patriarch of the plantation faction, this time, it is their family's turn to run.

It has also received everyone's support.

Georgia, listen to the name, is very just.

But in fact, this is one of the worst places for the black buddies, who don't even have the most basic suffrage.

And, these black buddies in New York at least have the nominal right to vote.

It's just that they didn't use it at all!

The same country, different regions, the same kind of people, different rights, beautiful country has shown its own free and democratic demeanor.

Orlando looked at Obagin outside, no better than Stephen.

Unusual rage, if it weren't for the fact that someone was outside, he might have been furious.

"Check, check me! Who sent Obakin in! I need an explanation! ”

Everyone realized that something was wrong.

The dark tide is surging.

Obakin stepped onto the podium and was ready to start his speech!

"Knock knock!"

The microphone is being auditioned.

A magnetic voice full of magnetism, like a priest's magic, came out of the microphone.

I have a dream that this nation will stand up and truly live up to the true meaning of its creed: "We believe these truths are self-evident – that all men are created equal." ”

I dream of a day when the sons of former slaves will be able to sit at the same table with the sons of former slave owners on the red hills of Georgia.

I dream of a day when Alabama will be transformed and where black boys and girls will be able to go hand in hand with white boys and girls.

........" (Please ignore the age and write in horror.) ）

The presentation officially began.

And what he said made countless people carnival and countless people crazy.

The black buddies worship him like a god.

They are looking forward to it, they are looking forward to it, they are looking forward to it, they hope that one day they will be able to realize those dreams in Obakin's mouth.

For this, they can pay with their lives.

And the white buddy, it is a toothache.

I can't wait to make this guy in front of me disappear immediately.

Are you kidding.

The slave owner and Brother Hei are two different classes, how can your Brother Hei be qualified to eat on the same stage with us? Drink?

The rest, even more ridiculous.

Intermarry?

That's absolutely impossible, how could the noble white brother bloodline be combined with the lowly black brother?

Think about it, if there is, it's the end of the world!

This is what all white buddies think.

Especially when Orlando heard the sentence that these lowly guys actually wanted to eat at the same table with him!

It's going crazy.

But the surprise is much more than that.

The large outer ring of the square, with Obakin's speech, came another group of special people.

I saw that the person at the head had a dark complexion and a long hair.

Dressed in tribal-style clothing, followed by a team of tribal warriors, they walked into the venue with their spears held high.

Walked straight to a podium!

I'm Cao!

The beautiful Chinese who had not yet come out of the shock of Obajin were stunned again.

"Who is this? I know, tribesmen! ”

"Tribalmen? Aren't the tribesmen in the frontiers? And a lot of laws don't allow them to be in the city! ”

"If you appear, you will be killed!"

"yes, after all these years, and the tribesmen? Haven't they all been killed? ”

Obviously, the appearance of the tribesmen made the people in the square scratch their heads.

In their minds, the tribesmen must have been killed and exterminated.

It is even more unlikely that it will appear in a big city like New York.

Everyone was watching, looking at the patrolmen who were maintaining order, expecting them to give an answer as to why this group of people were here.

But with so many eyes, they couldn't pierce the white faces of those patrol officers.

One by one, the old gods maintain order.

Unmoved.

Orlando immediately removed the podium and went to call the mayor of New York. óΠъ.oяＧ

"I need an explanation! Why do the tribesmen also appear in the main square? Are they going to run for election too? ”

Opposite, the mayor of New York did not answer the phone.

It was picked up by a secretary.

"Mr. Orlando, the mayor is busy, and as for those tribesmen, the mayor doesn't know how to get here!"

Orlando angrily dropped the microphone in his hand.

The face is gloomy, it's time for the mayor to change!

There's no way the mayor of New York doesn't know how these people came here!

Only Xiao Cao, in a high-rise building in the main square, looked at the famous scene created by himself in front of him, and smiled calmly.

The swaying flowers of laughter.

Uh, that doesn't seem like a good description!

But, it doesn't matter anymore.

These people, naturally, he transported them by ship!

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