The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Good afternoon, audience friends. Today is September 1995, 9. The weather is sunny and the highest temperature is..." The serious man who was facing the camera suddenly patted his forehead and said with a smile, "Oh, okay , I don’t think any of you are in the mood to listen to such nonsense.”

"We are not weather forecasters, there is no need to say these things."

"Let's get to the point now! I'm your favorite old friend, John." A man followed the camera and smiled at the camera, "Today, I will take you to explore Mexico City! Take a look at Mexico City, after all How is it! Is it like what Gugu Encyclopedia says, or are they lying?"

The man lowered his tone and gestured mysteriously. His name is John, and he is the host of a well-known talk show. Because he is good at mobilizing the atmosphere of the scene, he often makes critical remarks and attracts a large number of loyal viewers. The ratings of the show are very high. high.

Today, when Grid and others jointly provoked the incident, he also keenly seized the opportunity and called his old friend the cameraman. The two of them were brave enough to find a car when the incident just broke out and arrived directly. Mexico City.

"Grid's press conference is at ten o'clock in the morning," the host John said to the camera. "We decided to leave at eleven o'clock. At one o'clock in the afternoon, news came that Mexico City was overthrown by angry local people. .However, the truth of the matter is still open to debate.”

"It is now [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and we have successfully arrived at the edge of Mocheng. The building in front is the Mocheng Bus Station, and the Mocheng Hospital is just ahead."

"The videos we can find on the Internet are all from the government, rich households, and people from the black forces. After all, we all know that ordinary civilians in Mexico City can't afford mobile phones, and they can't even eat enough." The host John rambled on.

"Maybe some of you may question that the per capita income of Mocheng is so high, why can't they even afford to eat. But if we look at those reports carefully and look at the income data of Mocheng, the wealthy households and officials at the top occupy 60.00% of the wealth, the remaining 30.00% is in the hands of those black forces, and only 70.00% of the wealth is actually distributed to [-]% of ordinary people.”

"Actually, I believe in Grid's report, but I don't trust those big companies, and I believe you are the same. Therefore, I will bring you here to see what the facts are." John laughed.

"Grid released the news at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was only four hours until two o'clock in the afternoon. Even if it wanted to pretend that the time difference was too late, they probably didn't expect someone to rush to the scene so quickly, so, next we It is estimated that there is an [-]% chance that the screen shown is real."

There are waves of comments on the website. Those who live in the bustling area saw the dilapidation and decline of the city for the first time. There are stretches of fields on both sides of the road, which look green and seem to be very alive. vitality.

There are a lot of comments below, what kind of field is this, it looks quite peaceful, it seems that it is not as chaotic as it is uploaded on the Internet.

There are gradually more comments in the comments questioning Grid, George and others.

Someone saw the farmers who were plowing in the fields by the side of the road, and urged the host to hurry up and ask.

"Okay, don't worry." John replied after seeing the message.

"To be honest, this is the first time I have reported in this way. I can actually see the comments you leave on the website in real time, as if I can communicate with you at any time when I am doing the show."

"Praise Gugu Network again. This real-time broadcast function is really a great advancement in the media industry." The man said as he walked forward, the camera followed him a few steps, taking in the surrounding scenery, allowing the rest of the program to be watched. Netizens can see the surroundings, the green leaves in the field are very tall, bright and attractive.

Another farmer with his sleeves rolled up tends the crops in the field.

"Hey, old man, old man," John stopped him and said with a smile, "Excuse me, please tell me, how far is it to the city center from here?"

The farmer bent down and stood up. When he saw John, he glanced at the photographer behind John. His eyes were calm and familiar: "If you want to walk, it will be a long way. Walk forward for 10 minutes. , you can reach Mexico City Hospital, where you can take a car and go to the center.”

"Hey, okay, but why do you want to go to Mexico City Hospital?" John thought of the map he checked before he came, "Isn't there a bus stop in front?"

The old man looked at John like a fool, but he didn't say anything. There were a lot of comments on the Internet, hahaha, like John being ridiculed, this kind of comment.But there were also one or two local netizens who ran out and told John vaguely that the place was under control, and if he went there, he had to be prepared to lose money or die.

This comment was discovered by netizens, and a discussion building was built. They questioned the authenticity of the statement and harassed and bombarded the netizen who left the message one after another.

In the end, the other party couldn't take it anymore, and sent out a series of long comments, probably saying that the platform had long been controlled by the black forces, and everyone who wanted to ride had to bleed, bleeding in various senses, and Mo The city police didn't notice this kind of thing at all, so they turned a blind eye to it.He also added later that in addition to buses, bus stops, trains, and planes are also controlled by many black forces, so ordinary people basically don't want to run out.

After posting this passage, he immediately deleted all the contents of his account, canceled the account and left.But that passage was still saved by many netizens in screenshots, like a fish or mine thrown into the pool, causing an uproar.

This is not over yet. In the video, John chatted with the old man and gradually drew closer. He touched the plants in the field and asked casually: "What kind of crop is this? It looks like it's grown. Well done."

"Hmm... this is the Elephant Valley that was just loaded." The old man said, pointing at this thing as if he were pointing at ordinary rice.

John froze for a moment, he turned his head subconsciously, the fields here were endless, and he could clearly see that the land as far as he could see was planted with elephant valleys.

Someone in the comment area was stunned and asked him what he meant, and others explained to him that this is the raw material for making pills.

"Here, so many are growing elephant valleys?" John sighed, at least on the surface he remained very stable, without showing any abrupt expressions, "Don't you grow corn? I remember that Mexico City's corn is very famous."

"I don't plant it anymore, no one wants it, and I can't sell it." The old man said, "Only the Elephant Valley can be sold. The price has increased in the past two years, and I received three knives per catty, which is a good deal."

The output of one mu of land is about 250 catties. Netizens learned from the previous chat between the two that the [-] mu of land belongs to the elderly family.So the annual income of the six members of their family is around [-]. This is still without counting the cost. If the cost is counted...

"Good deal?" John repeated.

"Of course, last year those FBIs were still here to cause trouble," the old farmer snorted, "Why can't we plant these things and spread pesticides everywhere! Do these immoral things! They are beautiful, leave, the leaves in our field It's all dry! It can't be sold at all! My poor little grandson! He was starved to death last year!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, which was thin and yellow, and there was an obvious depression on the arm: "This is what I left after I was dizzy from hunger and ate myself."

John's breathing was light, sweat was streaming down his forehead, and the video comment area was also completely silent, without posting a new comment for a long time.

It took a long time before someone left a message with careful words. The FBI had good intentions. They are indeed carrying out their duties, tracking down the powder...

But the comment was quickly inundated with countless people hitting back at them.Immediately afterwards, many people who supported this message appeared, and the comment area was very chaotic.

Seeing the scolding battle in the comment area, John didn't speak, but chatted with the old man again, left a small note as a reward, and left here to move forward.

When he reached the position where the old man could not be seen, he slowly opened his mouth: "I also know about the anti-virus activity last year, and my impression of it has always been inaction. After all, those groups of black forces are alive and well. The company has not been affected either."

Someone in the comment area also recalled it, and left a message saying that he remembered the great achievements of the FBI reported on TV at that time, saying how many catties of tobacco leaves were cleaned by the inspection.

So everything is as the news broke.

"Of course, they asked those experts to come here to make an appraisal, saying that because of the soil, this place is only suitable for growing tobacco. You deserve to rot on this land!" The doctor from the Mocheng Hospital who was stopped by John was obviously an insider. She looked sad and burst into tears at the camera.

"I am a native of Mexico City. Every inspection will arrest the civilians at the bottom who are in charge of planting, while those above ignore it, and those people block the road. We can't run out. If we want to eat enough, we can only join the black forces , or grow tobacco leaves honestly.”

"We are like the weeds in the field being trampled on, the labor force is squeezed, and sold cheaply to those suppliers to make medicines. Even personal freedom will be sold to the FBI and the police above, and it will be counted as credit!"

"But now, these things are finally in the clear." The woman who had just disguised herself and led someone to slaughter the entire high-level people in Mexico City wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She returned to the hospital and transformed into Doctor Annie of Mexico City Hospital again.

Wearing a thin white dress, she looked gentle and helpless, and said sincerely to the camera: "Now, we can also find a decent job, and we will no longer be discriminated against! No need to be synonymous with crime!"

"I fully understand the actions of those martyrs. They are not thugs, but martyrs! For the better future of Mocheng, they got angry and paved the way for us with blood."

"I hope that there will be an upper echelon in Mexico City that no longer treats us like nothing, and can truly have an upper echelon that belongs to us, instead of treating us as leeks and private slaves..." Doctor Anne was pretending at first, but she As she spoke, her mood gradually sank, and finally turned into an exclamation. She knew very well that her words could no longer be true.

"We hope that brothers and sisters outside can support us and let more people see Mocheng."

In the end, the John host also had a rare serious face, and said calmly: "I admit that at the very beginning, I did host this show with the intention of becoming famous because of the coexistence of crisis and risk."

"I also knew a long time ago that this show has passed the line. What I did, and the truth told by this doctor, may cause us to be severely retaliated. If I had done it for my original purpose, I would have It's time to kill the show. It doesn't matter if you get scolded, but at least you survived."

"However, after listening to the old man's words, I decided to continue this program. I hope more people can see it. Even if we will be retaliated afterwards, I will continue."

"Some people may think that we are stupid, selfish, and don't consider our family members. But no one is an orphan, and they all have their own relatives and friends. You worry, I worry, so we pretend to be deaf and dumb together, turning a blind eye to everything. Who else will stand up?"

"My daughter is only ten years old this year, but she also has a backbone. She hopes to have a father who dies standing up, rather than a beast who kneels and does bad things against his conscience."

"You first questioned that the purpose of George and others who spread these things was impure. I admit that their initial purpose may indeed be impure, but in any case, they helped the people here when everyone turned a blind eye .is a well-deserved hero."

"..."

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Detective Phoenix, who was sitting on the steps eating, was holding his mobile phone. He noticed that the screen was a bit blurry. He looked up, and something scratched his face, which was itchy. Only then did he realize that he was crying.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, they are really too bitter!" Little August sitting opposite him was even more exaggerated than him, sobbing and blowing his nose, "Why is there such a thing? Where do you see, how many more things like this are happening?”

"Is there anything we can do?" August said, "The products of the headquarters and several other related companies are all sold out, even if you want to buy, there is nowhere to buy%..."

He stood up, paced anxiously, suddenly raised his head, and saw the support banner in the corner, his eyes lit up.

"Phoenix!"

"August!"

As if they had found their comrades-in-arms, the two reached out and held each other tightly, and said in unison: "Let's go to the parade!"

"I've already planned this too!"

"Hurry up, we'll block the FBI's gate after eating!"

"That's right! This group of people is so wicked! This is simply a beast! And those high-level people in Mexico City! Although I can't go to Mexico City to do something, the FBI headquarters is right in front!" Phoenix Pat the thigh, "What to eat! Don't eat! I'm full!"

He took out the colored ribbon banners in Grid's inventory, tied a ribbon on his head in solidarity with Mexico City, and wrote on the banner with a large fountain pen: Bastard, return the old farmer's hard-earned money!

Augusta wears a belt supporting Grid merchandise and pulls up a banner that reads: Bullying, Flattering, No. [-] Lacky.

Holding the banner, the two blended into the protesting crowd at the gate of the FBI without any sense of disobedience.

"Let the chief get out and apologize!" Finick yelled at the FBI gate, crowded among the students, surrounded by protesters wearing the same belt around their heads.

He is young, so it is very natural to mix here, and the rest of Grid's employees who have not been assigned tasks are standing next to him.Everyone rushed over, the scene was very lively, and Phoenix also smiled with emotion, he glanced at the shadow reflected by the glass, um, his belt is not crooked.

However, why do I still feel that something is not right?

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