Chapter 72 Protest Wave, 5

Keeping technology in the advanced field, when a war occurs, a large amount of military funding from Congress can allow them to arm the army as soon as possible.

"Besides, this is an extra guarantee for me." Looking at Li Zitao's enthusiastic smile, Dwight said silently in his heart.

Those veterans' problems are a big risk for Dwight, and his future can be hung on it.

Even with the secret agreement of the Ministry of War, if Li Zitao really caused trouble, Dwight must be the one who was thrown out to top the tank.

As long as he gets a defense license, that's different.

This is a unified partner approved by the military, and if there is any trouble, there will be high-ranking bosses to take care of it, and he doesn't have to worry about being thrown out as a scapegoat.

"Is the military planning to eliminate the truck?" Li Zitao asked about it again.

"The military doesn't have enough for it. Eliminate it?" Dwight refused without even thinking about it. Military vehicles these days are purely handmade, and it takes nearly 3 weeks for a painting to dry.

The military themselves are dissatisfied with it, and they still want to eliminate it, so they drink too much?

"This matter can't come to fruition soon, don't be too optimistic, be prepared." Dwight said to him before leaving.

Needless to say, Li Zitao is already well prepared. The worst plan is to bury his head in development first, research and develop 'black technology' aggressively, and wait for the military to kneel and lick when the war comes.

If he can obtain a national defense license now, he will shift his focus to the military industry. If he can't, then he will make a lot of money first and develop slowly!

Build walls high, accumulate food widely, and become king slowly.

Li Zitao is only 18 years old this year, and his life is long, so what's the rush?

With the mentality of enjoying life, Li Zitao didn't worry about this matter at all. After sending Dwight away, he put it behind him.

Basking in the sun every day, signing documents, developing the little elk, talking on the phone with Ingrid, and pulling out the best performers from the training camp when I was bored.

A fat beating is enjoyable! !

"Boss, the killer has been found." He was basking in the sun on the grass as usual, when the monk suddenly brought a piece of good news.

"Where is the person?" Li Zitao stretched his back and stood up straight.

"Brother Dog is bringing him back," said the monk.

"Let's go to the barracks." Li Zitao rubbed his palms, licked the corners of his mouth, and looked impatiently.

More than 20 days have passed since the incident, and Li Zitao wanted to give up. He never expected to find the murderer at this time. It was a surprise.

"Charlie, that's the guy." Wang Dagou dragged a bloody white man into the barracks, still on the ground like a dead fish.

The high bridge of the nose became distorted, and the face looked as if it had been blasted by a firecracker.

"Did you find anything?" Li Zitao didn't have the slightest sympathy for this tragic scene.

If he didn't have this perverted body, that shot would have killed him directly, pity for a killer who almost killed himself, "Hehe, I have a hole in my head?"

"No, but he has this on him." Wang Dagou grabbed his back collar and pulled it down hard.

tear up -

The bloody tattoo was exposed, and there was nothing left to ask.

"Let's clean it up!" Li Zitao waved.

Wang Dagou's big hand directly covered his head, and with just such a hard pinch, he carried him with one arm and disappeared outside the gate.

As for what will happen to the other party, he doesn't need to care about such trivial matters.

In the early 1920s, tattoo culture was not popular in the United States. At this time, 90% of people with tattoos were mafia.

And most of them are Italians from Sicily. Li Zitao lowered his head and said with a smirk: "Monk, release the news. This matter was planned by the Kendy family. Anyway, they made great efforts to recruit Luciano's remaining party in New York.

"

After thinking about it, he felt that he needed to continue to keep the muddy waters, "Add a few more versions, DuPont, Chicago Consortium, Morgan, the military, find some eloquent students among the students,

To break the news to the major newspapers, it is best to compile a tragic story about racial discrimination and the enemy of the whole world. "

The monk was no stranger to the shamelessness of the BOSS, so he went out and picked out a few Chinese nationals who were usually the most active and knowledgeable, and went directly to the club.

"..." When Ben got a new task from the boss from the mouth of the monk, his calm and indifferent expression instantly broke.

"My mother is a person with a high IQ, an expert in the financial field, responsible for the operation of think tanks and the development of all industries, not the editor of Gossip Weekly!!"

But looking at the monk with a bright face and a straight smile showing his two front teeth, Ben could only endure the aggrieved heart, and handed over this matter to Sanil.

"I'm very interested." Sanil's eyes lit up instantly when she heard the boss' request.

With the women's army in the think tank, these women compiled more than a dozen different versions in just 2 hours.

Each one is full of songs and tears, and the blood spurts when you watch it. You can't wait to stand up and do justice for the protagonist of the story, and expose the heavy shady scenes and oppression in this world.

So, in the offices of the gossip tabloids that night, the phones kept ringing.

Stories about racism, oppression, darkness, and inhumanity appeared on the editor's desk.

"What is the loss of genius, American freedom = darkness"

"Hundred Years of Blood and Tears History of Immigrants, the Inhuman Truth"

Dark Shadows in the Sun of the Star-Spangled Banner, A Truly Terrible World

"Great People, Despicable Washington, Loss of Human Relations and Moral Corruption"

"Yellow skin's struggle, why there is no way to ask for help after being shot dead"

"The death scythe from the giant, reaping the bloody wealth"

The editor-in-chief looked at the title: "Hold the grass, it's so explosive." What are you waiting for?

Notify the factory to start work, and print 50,000 copies at full capacity. Tomorrow, I want the whole world to see this front page.

The whole world is of course somewhat exaggerated. The distribution of these tabloids can't even be cross-state, let alone cross-border.

But Li Zitao couldn't help being shameless, and sent a message to the best-selling and most popular tabloids in the important cities of each state.

So the next day, the overwhelming "black curtain" swept across half of the United States, and spread outward at a viral speed.

In Kendy Manor, Joseph heard the commotion outside before he got up, and went downstairs with a frown. When he saw the butler, he asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Sir, you should read this." The housekeeper handed over a stack of newspapers expressionlessly, all of which were rumor tabloids that would never appear here in the past.

"The reporter of this newspaper has received reliable information that the shooting incident of wealthy Chinese businessman Charlie Lee is closely related to the New York Mafia...

Recently, the New York Mafia tried to appear near the Kendy estate. According to reliable sources, all its remnants were gathered by the Kendy family...

What role did the Kendy family play in the shooting case? According to reliable sources..."

"FK, where did they get so much reliable news?" Joseph's cheeks trembled, and he threw the newspaper out with all his might.

The butler hurriedly beckoned secretly, and the servants next to him quickly put away the newspapers and prepared to throw them away.

"Wait, put them on the table." After taking a few deep breaths, Joseph regained his composure, and decided to see what kind of 'reliable news' these tabloids had. '

As for the hustle and bustle outside, you don't need to ask to know that it's the reporters of the major newspapers. It must be that the sky is upside down by now, right?

In front of the Ministry of National Defense building, a large number of reporters stood guard at the door. When a car stopped, it was instantly surrounded by a black crowd.

"General, is it true that the military deliberately wanted a white man to replace Li just because of his skin color..."

"General, may I ask if the military supports the theory of white supremacy..."

"General, why do some people dare to attack Li even with the support of the military? Could it be that the military really ordered it..."

More than a dozen microphones were directly poked at the mouth of the general who had just got out of the car, and the frightened opponent repeatedly blocked his face with his hands, and rushed into the building in a panic.

The same thing happened at the Capitol, in front of the War Department's Washington office.

"FK, who spread the news indiscriminately, those reporters almost pierced my throat with a microphone just now."

"Oh, this is crazy. No one would believe such news."

"This is shameless framing and malicious slander. Check and find out who spread it."

"So what if it is found out? American people are free to speak. Are you going to arrest them all and shoot them? Idiot?"

"FK, who are you calling an idiot, you potbellied and balding old bastard, you should get out of Congress, it's the existence of scum like you that people will question."

"Get out, he dared to humiliate me, get out of the way..." Hey, a leather shoe hit the head of the congressman who was watching.

...

On Wall Street, in front of the JP Morgan Building, there are also a group of unscrupulous reporters.

In Chicago, in front of the McCormick family estate, the reporters stood up like soldiers, vowing to never let anyone who entered or exited through the gate.

Colleagues in New York and Washington have obtained several first-hand materials, but they have made no achievements, and if they don't work hard, they may not be able to eat.

In front of the Wood family estate, there were also excited reporters, because Aiken Wood, the CEO of the First National Bank of Chicago, personally faced them and clarified the rumors.

"The sources of these news are not credible. Charlie Lee is the most honored guest of our National Bank, and even my good friend..."

At first some people suspected that these news were spread by Li Zitao, but when they realized that even Aiken had been splashed with 'shit and urine', they hurriedly asked reporters to clarify, and they dismissed this idea.

When Li Zitao cooperated with Aiken to clarify in the newspaper, he said: "I believe in Aiken, I believe in all my friends, please don't believe false statements,

As for the truth of the matter, I think the Federation will give me justice, after all, I am also an American citizen. "

The photo of Li Zitao leaning forward with a sincere face appeared in the newspaper, and at the same time, his ID card was placed on the edge of the round table in front of him.

Wow——

This can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest. Chinese people everywhere who have been treated unfairly for a long time spoke out in solidarity.

Many white families also complained about discrimination, coupled with the pain caused by unemployment and the Great Depression, they also joined the march.

Various rights protection associations started to toss in full swing, this is a good opportunity for them to show their faces, "Big guys unite and stand shoulder to shoulder!"

Some guilds also contacted the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce, expressing their desire to invite Li Zitao to be their free leader and fight for their rights.

Li Zitao asked Ben to decline it politely, but he still donated a considerable amount of money to the guilds that were not just trying to sell dog meat.

"Unless I don't want to do it, I will be a free leader." Sitting at home, Li Zitao chatted casually with Ben who came to report on his work.