Chapter 187: The enemy can go, but I can go! Defending myself, my crime is to make the Eagle Sauce great! (7K)

At the same time, on the other side.

Sichuan region.

It was a little after seven in the morning and the sun was rising slowly in the east, gradually heating the Sichuan Basin into a big furnace.

Zhang Wei had just gotten up and rubbed his hazy eyes.

The cell phone placed beside the bed kept beeping, as if someone was sending messages non-stop.

The icon in the display bar is a penguin that keeps flashing.

See this.

"What happened?" Zhang Wei's brain was still a little unresponsive, and he muttered in a daze: "Why are people still chatting in the group so early in the morning?"

Besides a group of old classmates, the only people I frequently chat with on QQ are a few military fan discussion groups I have joined.

There is no doubt that this must be a message sent by those people in the group. Only they would talk about some weird things all night long.

However, it is rare for news to cause such a sensation.

"Could it be that some important news has been announced?"

When Zhang Wei thought of this, he immediately clicked a few times on the Nokia N72 in his hand, but he didn't log in to the QQ main page for a long time.

"Why is this crappy phone getting slower and slower?" he complained.

I have used this N72 for two or three years. As the mobile phone software functions become more and more, it becomes increasingly difficult to run.

It is much slower than logging into QQ via computer.

However, looking at the figure in front of the computer desk, Zhang Wei sighed silently: "I don't know what's so fun about that little game."

While her son is still asleep, the wife is concentrating on picking vegetables on the screen, with a smile on her face becoming more and more wild.

"Xiao Li, I stole all your vegetables because you said bad things about me before. The next time they are ripe is 1:30 pm. I will come again and make you mad!"

"Aunt Zhang is usually very nice to me. Please help her weed and spray some pesticides."

While muttering to herself, the wife kept wandering around stealing vegetables from each friend's list.

The mini-game she is playing now is the Happy Farm that has been acquired by Tencent and renamed QQ Farm.

Not long after it was released, it attracted many people from all over Daxia, from grandmothers in their seventies and eighties to kindergarten students at the age of five who had just learned to use computers, all of them were addicted to it.

As for Zhang Wei's wife 'Weiwei', she is an in-depth farm enthusiast.

Even when I have to get up in the middle of the night to feed the baby, I still have to find time to turn on the computer and secretly cook.

Even he was required to open a small account in the "farm" and could only have her as a friend, so that he could come to steal Zhang Wei's vegetables on time.

Suddenly, Zhang Wei's eyes rolled around and he sneaked to the computer desk.

"What are you going to do?" Weiwei kept operating the mouse in her hand and replied casually: "I'm telling you, you can't go fishing."

Zhang Wei smiled awkwardly and hugged her waist from behind: "Wife, I heard that there is a smart phone recently. That thing can harvest vegetables on the phone."

"Yours is fine too." Weiwei glanced at him. She knew that this guy was so enthusiastic and must have no good intentions.

She often uses Zhang Wei's N72 to buy vegetables on the mobile wap web page.

"My phone is so slow that I can't even connect to the 3G network. There are always ads on TV. Is China Telecom Tianyi 3G fast?"

"This way, you can harvest the vegetables faster than others!" Zhang Wei finally revealed his true colors.

"You don't want to buy that Apple phone, do you? It's very expensive!" Weiwei pointed at his head, looking unhappy.

Her family had just given birth to a baby, and she was at home recuperating after the baby's birth and couldn't go to work, so naturally she had to save all her money.

Hear this.

"No, I heard that we have smartphones in China now, and they will be available next month, and the price will be much cheaper."

"Didn't I get a bonus last month?" Zhang Wei began to calculate.

He had negotiated a big order before, so he received an extra bonus of several thousand yuan last month.

He originally planned to use the money for traveling, but now he heard that there will be a 100% domestically produced smartphone on sale next month, so Zhang Wei naturally wanted to support it.

If he can support domestic products, he still hopes to use domestic mobile phones.

"I can promise you that." Weiwei frowned and thought, "But you have to promise not to smoke in the future. At least the child is not allowed to smoke before he is three years old."

She simply held up three fingers with a sly smile on her face.

As a person who works outside for business, Zhang Wei should really change to a good mobile phone, and she can also use it to play with it at ordinary times.

"Is one year okay?" Zhang Wei started bargaining decisively.

"Two years." Weiwei glared at him. Anyway, as long as he didn't smoke in two years, he should be able to quit smoking.

Zhang Wei gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "Okay, whenever I smoke, I will sleep on the sofa!"

time.

Weiwei gave him a death stare: "Are you punishing yourself?? You are punishing me!"

If he smokes every day, won't he sleep alone on the sofa every day?

At this moment.

Only then did Zhang Wei finally notice what the group members in his QQ group were talking about!

"The plane is about to take off for the first time?" He took a deep breath, then glanced down and exclaimed, "Fuck, the first flight is being broadcast live?"

After seeing this message, he quickly ran to the living room and turned on the TV.

Moment, when turning on CTV One.

A huge aircraft is ready to take off on the airport runway. It is like a proud and white swan, gradually stretching its wings, as if in the next moment, it will spread its wings and soar into the boundless sky.

There was a line of numbers "C919-A" engraved on the fuselage, and Zhang Wei knew what was going on at the first moment.

He shouted into the room, "Wife, come and see!"

"Our large aircraft is about to take off for the first time. It is a real civil aviation aircraft belonging to our Daxia!"

Only see.

On the TV screen, the aircraft with 'C919-A' printed on it was roaring its engine like thunder, ready to rush out of the runway and take off at any time, speeding down the runway.

However, just as everyone was excited and waiting for it to soar into the sky for the first time

Suddenly, many people noticed that the camera's image did not move as the 'C919' taxied, but was locked on a Boeing 747 passenger plane nearby.

In the group chat.

"??? What the hell is going on? Why isn't the camera filming the first flight?"

"Did the C919's maiden flight succeed? Or did an accident occur? Why is the picture out of focus?"

"It's not out of focus, it's clearly focusing on the wrong object."

"Does this photographer think that the first flight is the Boeing 747 behind? Does he not recognize 'c919'?"

"It seems to be true. Photographer, you are in big trouble!!"

Everyone burst into laughter immediately.

Those who don’t know might think that China’s C919 civil airliner is a true “stealth aircraft”, as even the camera cannot capture its real-time takeoff footage.

On the TV.

Only the reporter who was on the scene spoke eloquently, his voice full of excitement and excitement: "Dear audience, our C919 has successfully taken off and is completing its first test flight mission."

"This is our first large civil airliner that was completely independently developed. It was a success!"

Although the reporter's report was so passionate and detailed, in the end, there was only the sound but no sign of the plane for a long time.

"What the hell are you filming? You're not filming the C919, turn the camera away quickly." The director was frantically reminding in the headset.

It is outrageous that we have embarrassed ourselves in front of the entire nation.

The photographer finally heard the reminder and replaced the camera on his shoulder with the plane flying in the sky.

It’s a pity that now I can only vaguely see a white dot.

Fortunately, the director switched to the cabin view and the belly view in time, and barely saved this catastrophic accident.

And at this moment, on the ground.

Xu Qianren, Qin Huaichang and all the R&D teams of COMAC, all had endless smiles on their faces.

Even the entire busy Pudong Airport came to a halt at this moment, with passengers and airlines giving continuous applause.

Qin Huaichang, the chief engineer, stared at the soaring white dot in the sky with tears in his eyes: "We in Daxia are absolutely not inferior to foreign countries in any aspect."

"The enemy can go, so can I!"

Even if this foreign country refers to all countries in the world except Daxia, what does it matter? Daxia will never be willing to fall behind others.

This is an aircraft from Daxia, and it is a 100% domestically developed large aircraft from the inside out.

In the sky, the constantly flashing "strobe lights" seemed to be telling the whole world that COMAC had succeeded!

'C919' civil airliner, it's finally here!
Across the ocean.

Eagle sauce, in the dormitory of senior staff of LLNL laboratory.

Regarding the news of the successful maiden flight of 'C919', Zhang Yuli and others naturally sent this good news directly to the 'Great Wall Watch' organization as soon as possible.

Looking at the good news coming from the other side, Lu Ze's eyes flickered with some surprise, and he murmured: "It seems that the C919, which uses CFM engines, will not be able to make its first flight until 17 years later."

'Now, with all the self-developed technology, the first flight can be achieved several years ahead of schedule, which means that the whole process has been greatly accelerated.'

He also didn't expect that Daxia Commercial Aircraft could produce it so quickly.

This is the 100% self-developed 'C919' large aircraft, which successfully completed its maiden flight less than half a year after it was submitted?

How much effort was put into this, and how many researchers worked day and night to finally overcome it? That is an incalculable number.

However, even if the first flight was successful.

There is still a long way to go before a "civil airliner" can be mass-produced on a real scale and generate huge profits.

“Then the industrial equipment I brought back this time can also be put to good use.” Lu Ze touched his chin and began to think.

Aren't the advanced industrial equipment that he 'extra copied' this month just for use in these scenarios?
After all, whether it is electronic components or large-scale integrated casting technology, it is inseparable from the support of top-level industrial equipment.

Whether it is large civil aircraft or new energy vehicles, or even smart phones to various electronic devices, all aspects require the use of high-precision equipment for production.

However, at this moment, Lu Ze shook his head and put these thoughts aside for the time being.

At this time, he no longer had time to think about these questions. Looking at the image on the eyeball projection screen, he now had to worry about another thing.

Buller's trial date is today, right now.

now.

In the Federal District Court in New York.

A puppet made up as an ordinary middle-aged white woman was sitting in the gallery, quietly watching this seemingly 'farce' trial.

At the same time, sitting in the gallery were filming crews from major TV stations, BBC, CNN, Fox, and even media from major newspapers and periodicals holding cameras, all of whom attended this grand occasion.

This doesn't even look like a trial, but more like an unprecedented 'advertisement'.

All the charges against the criminal have been listed, and now they are waiting for the protagonist to arrive!
Subsequently.

Several people slowly walked in, holding a 'black man', and sat down in the 'defendant's' seat, with determined and silent expressions on their faces.

His clothes and temperament were even more ordinary, like a piece of stone that could not make a sound.

At this time, many viewers sitting in front of the TV, as long as they had participated in this "protest", immediately recognized it.

"That's Buller? He's the leader of our team?"

"It's incredible. I thought he was just an ordinary parade participant."

"I remember him. He often brought water and bought food for many people. It turned out to be him?"

This person has been acting as a silent spectator throughout the entire parade, and most of the time he was just a "black man" who helped wave the flag.

Even many middle-level cadres believed that he was just a member at the lowest level, but it turned out that this guy named "Buler" was the leader of this huge parade organization?
How can this be?

How could this seemingly plain-looking black man lead a team of more than ten thousand people?
Even Buhler's image subverted the perception of all media.

In their imagination, an organization that can shout out such a slogan should be led by an "elite".

Even if he is a black man, he should be a person with titles such as "professor", "doctor", "financial elite", etc., instead of this

How could a black man who looked sloppy and might not have even received much elite education achieve this?
How could a person who was a complete low-level person have such a big impact?

At this time.

As the prosecutor, a prosecutor took out a long complaint that he had prepared long ago.

'Thomas Buller, you are accused of acting in a dangerous manner against the interests of the state.'

'You are accused of violating the property of others in an extreme manner.'

"You are accused of plotting to subvert the Eagle Sauce Party."

'You are charged with premeditated murder of others in a dangerous manner, affecting public order'

'You are accused of using unfair means to persecute others to join the incorrect organization you lead.'

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A host of charges were being read out from his mouth one by one.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp when they heard this. Although there is no death penalty in New York State, even if there is a nominal death penalty, it is actually impossible to carry it out in most cases.

Even those who commit school shootings are unlikely to be sentenced to the death penalty in New York State.

But even so, this is only based on the charges listed above.

It would not be excessive to sentence you to a hundred or eighty years for each of the charges here. The total sentence would probably be twice as long as that of the monkey pressed under the Five Finger Mountain.

And if you are imprisoned, you will have to endure endless torture. In this case, being sentenced to death may be more tolerable.

These media couldn't help but begin to sympathize with this young man.

Why don't you mess with anyone else? Even if you mess with the president, you can still have a lot of fun with him. Why did you mess with the Wall Street tycoons?

Who will die if you don’t die?
In a house several kilometers away, the fat boy Parker was watching the TV screen with great anxiety.

"She must not lie to me. She must rescue Buller."

The little fat boy has lost several pounds in the past few days and is worried about Buhler day and night.

If no one had told him to do so, he would have taken people to try to break into the prison long ago.

At this time.

Parker couldn't help but think of a strange woman he had met some time ago. He couldn't remember what that person looked like, but she seemed to have an ordinary white girl's face.

She told Parker that she came from within the organization and was responsible for rescuing Buller.

When he heard this, he said anxiously in an extremely excited tone: "Then the organization should hurry up to rescue him, Buller's life may be in danger at any time."

But the woman told him: "Don't worry, he will come out safely, as long as you don't act rashly."

"Your task now is to support this 'protest organization'. The team must not be dispersed."

This was also Lu Ze's plan, and Buhler had already been exposed.

Even after being rescued, he could not continue to serve as the leader of the parade organization. If he forced himself to continue in the position, Wall Street on the opposite side would really send out snipers.

Under such circumstances, Parker, as the "Phoenix Cub", must stand up.

"Me? Lead this protest team?" Fatty Parker said with a confused look on his face.

In the past, he only needed to carry out the tasks assigned by Buller, but now he is asked to take charge on his own?
Can I really do it?
"This is the hard work of Buhler and you, and also the hard work of the organization." The puppet said calmly, "We must not fail at this critical moment."

If this team is without Buhler and then loses Parker, losing two of these soul figures in a row will be a huge and devastating blow.

And more importantly, Parker is a white man. His skin color is his strongest protective color, but it is also a more distant opportunity for his future development.

After saying everything Lu Ze instructed, the puppet decisively turned around and left.

"How can I contact you?" Parker asked quickly as he watched her leave.

"I will go look for you after rescuing Buller." After it said this, it disappeared from Parker's sight in the blink of an eye.

Watch this scene.

"What's wrong with the people in this organization? Why are they all the same as that weird old man?"

Parker's eyes revealed confusion, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Support this 'protest team'. Don't worry, I will not let Buller down."

The top priority is to complete the tasks assigned by the organization, reorganize the team, and boost morale.

Although, he had no idea what the organization was called, it didn't matter at all. This was Buhler's wish, and it was also what Parker considered to be his future mission.

Back into the courtroom.

At this time.

The prosecutor finished his sentence: "Thomas Buller, do you plead guilty?"

Sitting in the dock, Buller raised a faint smile on his cracked lips.

"I'm guilty!"

It seems like he is talking about something insignificant.

In an instant, everyone was in an uproar.

Even these giants far away on Wall Street were a little surprised by his remarks.

"You would confess so readily?"

"Do you think there is no ability to resist?"

Is this physical memory restoration method of a big stick and electric baton so effective? How could this black man confess so quickly?

However, this did not go against the judgment of most media people. What good would come from going against Wall Street?
In fact, Buller was just a target used by Wall Street to make an example of someone else.

As long as you dare to go against Wall Street, this black man will end up like this, so they are not afraid at all to make their actions more extreme this time, as that would produce better results.

The more miserable Buller's death was, the less likely anyone would dare to imitate him.

This is when the prosecutor began to accuse the defendant of a crime.

"You led and organized the march on Wall Street, which affected the normal operation of 'JP Morgan Chase' and other American companies, and forced and threatened others. You were convicted of 'forced trading' and are responsible for the economic losses they caused."

"At the same time, because the organization you led led the people to infringe upon the personal safety and detention of hundreds of company employees, it constituted the crime of 'illegal detention'."

After listening quietly to the prosecutor's accusation.

Everyone was waiting for Buller's answer. He was supposed to say the next sentence: "I plead guilty?"

however.

In front of television screens watched by more than tens of millions of people across the United States.

Buller smiled, showing his clean smile: "I am guilty!"

"If you think I'm wrong to require capital to be taxed."

"If you think it is a sin to hold capital responsible for this 'unprecedented' economic crisis."

"If you think that at the site of the Twin Towers in the distance, there are still tens of thousands of firefighters suffering from serious illnesses but no compensation, dying in agony, and then look at Wall Street over there, they caused the economic crisis but received huge government subsidies, and the compensation they received every day could have healed these firefighters, you are wrong."

"If you think that it is a sin for me to make the lives of 300 million Eagle Sauce people better and make us Eagle Sauce great again."

"Then I declare that I am unforgivable."

He stood up and opened his hands, as if awaiting judgment.

But this judgment is not the judgment of the judge above, but the judgment of all the American hawks in front of the TV.

moment.

All the American hawks in front of the TV, whether they were rednecks or members of various colored groups, applauded loudly.

This has nothing to do with gender, race, or party support; his target is only the entire top leadership of the Eagle Sauce.

This is related to an important issue, and it goes directly to the core of the entire Eagle Sauce.

That is, does the Eagle Sauce belong to capital or to the Eagle Sauce people?
There was sparse applause in the gallery, and many media reporters were also clapping their hands, as they also hoped to see this day.

Wall Street, in an office at the top of the Morgan Building.

The middle-aged white man in a suit and tie completely disregarded his previous aristocratic demeanor.

He glared at the assistant next to him and shouted, "Turn it off! I told you to turn it off!!"

Something unexpected had happened that was beyond his control, and now he had to interrupt all live TV broadcasts immediately.

If he really spreads this idea throughout the United States, it will be an unprecedented crisis for their "capital".

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