Doomed, the country begged me to engage in diplomacy

And at the same time.

Flender, who was still at the train station, looked at the umbrella floating in the sky. He completely gave up on the brand-name umbrella, and instead started waving at the taxi drivers, trying to get them to come forward and leave here first.

However, a full 10 minutes passed, and the driver was about to move forward, but there were always other customers who got there first!

"Ah!"

Flender couldn't help sneezing.

"It's really bad! The goddamn weather!"

Flender's temper became more and more irritable.

However, he didn't know that for some reason, the mysterious force of irresistibility was constantly accompanying him.For him, the misfortune did not end, but just began!

"Against pension reform, we want to retire!"

"Unite, we will be free in our later years!"

"Against Mark, our strike will not stop until institutional change is stopped!"

About ten minutes later, Wei Zhaopeng drove Yang Hongyun to the center of Pan Ruisi.

However, soon, there were loud noises coming from outside the car window.

Yang Hongyun followed the sound, but saw that the road ahead was full of people, all of them were holding banners and flags, shouting continuously.

"Well, it's a Penris feature, and it's been going on for days."

Seeing this, the driver Wei Zhaopeng also had to step on the brakes, shaking his head helplessly.

Chapter 241 Just Because I Distributed a Flyer in the Crowd

Gaul is a country with a long history in terms of strikes, marches and even revolutions.

Wei Zhaopeng was right, the scene that Yang Hongyun saw at this time was indeed a feature of Pan Ruisi.

In order to cope with the huge financial pressure on pensions, the current Gaul President Mark decided to directly push back the retirement age from the original 62 to 65!

As soon as this decree came out, it immediately caused a huge wave of opposition among various working classes.

Although Gaul is the country with the longest average life expectancy among the countries in continental Europe, as high as 85 years old, but after all, it is the average life expectancy. How many normal people can live to 85 years old?

Originally, when ordinary people reach the age of five or sixty, various physical problems will occur, and their ability to earn money will also drop significantly. At this age, people are counting on pensions to spend the rest of their lives.

But now, you tell me that you can only retire at the age of 65, even if you calculate it based on the average age, you can only receive 20 years of pensions.

Many people don't even live to be 80 years old, which is undoubtedly a loss for them!What a scam!

Moreover, when they think of being in their 60s and still working, many people lose hope for their future life.

Faced with such a policy, what are they waiting for if they don't march?

"Protest, we protest, please give us a reasonable pension system!"

"We don't want to die on the way to work!"

"This is oppression against us!"

"We have no surplus labor value!"

On the bustling Pan Ruisi Street, workers from all walks of life kept shouting with great momentum!

In front of them, there were quite a few policemen from Pen Ruisi, each holding shields and even offensive weapons, responsible for maintaining order at the scene.

This kind of scene is no weaker than that of Yingjili next door.

Even when Yang Hongyun rolled down the window, passers-by stuffed some colorful leaflets into his hands!

Yang Hongyun, "..."

Well, the scene in front of me is very Gallic!

It seems that I didn't come this trip in vain!

Yang Hongyun thought to himself, Gaul is one of the participants of the G[-] summit, since these guys all want to do something to the flower growers, then Yang Hongyun will naturally not be polite.

"Well, since we want to do it, let's make the storm more violent!"

Yang Hongyun secretly thought in his heart that every time he went to a country, Yang Hongyun would send a big gift to the local area.It seems that he hasn't sent a heart to Gaul yet.

What should I give?

Just as Yang Hongyun's mind was active, the movement outside the car window suddenly became louder.

"Merde! These guys are idiots, what are you doing to stop us, everyone is a worker!"

"They are just the accomplices of that guy Mark, everyone fuck him!"

"He actually obstructed our parade, he must be fucked!"

The many days of demonstrations did not result in any compromise from the Penris authorities. On the contrary, President Mark’s attitude was as tough as ever. Under such circumstances, the anger of the marching workers became more and more intense.

I don't know which sentence ignited the fire, and the parade team at the front quickly started fighting with the personnel in charge of maintaining order.

boom!

For a while, the parade scene became chaotic.

Even, in order to suppress these troublemakers, the personnel responsible for maintaining order threw gas bombs.

"It seems that we have to take a detour!"

Seeing this scene, Wei Zhaopeng shook his head helplessly.

Wei Zhaopeng was very happy to see the struggle of the people of Panruisi, but now that Yang Hongyun finally came to Gaul, he had to entertain this guy well.

So, the car turned around, and Wei Zhaopeng drove Yang Hongyun to the direction of the embassy.

And at the same time.

The unlucky British Foreign Minister Friend finally got into the car.

It's a pity that this car is too old, and the driver likes to brake suddenly when he walks and stops for a while.

For Flender, who was motion sick, this was simply a huge disaster.

After only persisting for 15 minutes, Flender couldn't help throwing up.

"Fake!"

Seeing the mess on the back seat of his car and the stench in the car, the driver glared at Flender angrily.

"You dirty my car, lose money, must lose money!"

"Sorry, lose money, I will definitely lose money! Ugh..."

"Must be doubled!"

"vomit……"

Flender, who was already dizzy, felt guilty, and quickly paid the driver two hundred euros.

Unfortunately, after the driver took the money, he mercilessly drove him out of the car.

Flender, "..."

Pan Ruisi's driver is really impersonal.

"What a bad day..."

Flender, who vomited violently, not only felt dizzy and uncomfortable, but also felt empty in his stomach.

This day is destined to be a day that Flender will never forget!

It's a pity that he waited for a long time, but he didn't get a taxi. Instead, what he waited for was a mighty parade.

"Oh my lord..."

In the blink of an eye, Flender was buried in the turbulent crowd, completely lost in the romantic city.

……

……

The parade was mighty and mighty, and lasted for a full two hours. As the number of people maintaining order continued to increase, the chaos was ended in a very violent way.

And the originally tidy and clean Pan Ruisi Street was also a mess at this time.

"Fake!"

"These people are too bad. Pan Ruisi can't stay any longer. I'd better go back to the countryside!"

In the chaos, a strong bearded man, holding the wound on his forehead, ran towards the alley, looking back to see if the police were chasing him.

And this person, named Paul, was the one who distributed the leaflets on the street just now.

Well, he was also a member of the parade. He thought he could take this opportunity to make a fortune, but the guy who gave him the money was very unlucky and was directly arrested by the order maintainers.

Pan Ruisi couldn't stay any longer, he might as well go back to the countryside.

After running for another half an hour and making sure that no one was chasing him, Paul heaved a long sigh of relief.

Then, he returned to his residence, and after simply bandaging the wound, he packed his luggage and got on the car back to the countryside.

However, what Paul didn't know was that because he had unintentionally handed out an extra leaflet among the crowd, a mysterious oriental force had already accompanied him.

"Father, do you miss me! I'm back, and I decided not to leave!"

That night, Paul returned to his hometown, looked at his old father who went out to meet him with a smile on his face, and gave him a big hug.

The city is too messy, he wants to go back to the countryside.

Chapter 242 Locust Crossing, Desperate Farmer

In fact, in Gaul, life in the countryside is more comfortable than in the city. Every year, countless city people go to the countryside to buy farms and live a carefree life.

But the countryside is a countryside after all. The young Paul enjoys the romantic city life of Pen Ruisi very much, and wants to make a living in the city and find a love of his own.

So, three years ago, he sold his farm to the neighbor next door, and ran to Pan Ruisi by himself.

It's a pity that Paul's thinking is too simple after all. For three years, he worked hard in Penrith, but in the end, not only did he not get a stable and high-paying job, he didn't even have a girlfriend.

In today's Pan Ruisi, strikes are prevalent, and for ordinary people, it is simply hell on earth.

Breathing the fresh and free air again, Paul couldn't help feeling emotional.

It's still good in the village!

"Okay, honey, just come back!"

Father Paul Sr. was also very happy to see his son again.Immediately, he asked Paul to take a bath and change his clothes, while he cooked for Paul himself, making Paul his favorite big Gaul snail!

Yes, the Gallic snail is a special delicacy in Gaul. Unfortunately, the price is high in the city, but in the countryside, there are still many of them.

"Delicious!"

Eating the Q-bomb snail meat and the long bread, Paul looked happy.

Buzz!

However, at this moment, a blood-sucking bug suddenly flew over with a smell.

Snapped!

Old Paul had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and directly slapped the flying bug to death.

Yes, although life in the village is comfortable, you have to deal with all kinds of bugs every day.Especially this kind of blood-sucking bedbug, once it bites a person, the skin will immediately swell and become itchy.

"It seems that there are still a lot of bugs. Has the previous insecticide in our house not worked?"

Seeing this, Paul asked suspiciously while eating.

"It may have produced antibodies in the bugs. The vitality of these bugs is really tenacious!"

Old Paul sighed helplessly, spread his hands,

"Our insecticides used to work quite well, but since President Mark came to power, we have been banned from using them on the grounds that they may be harmful to bees."

Old Paul said,

"The insecticides we use now are not only twice as expensive as before, but the effect is useless at all. Shit experts, instead of staying in their research laboratories to study high-tech, why come out to give advice, they I’m afraid we don’t even know what our crops look like. The point is, this stupid suggestion was passed by the parliament!”

Paul, "..."