Chapter 2584 Absolute Suppression

San Francisco on the 9th was as lively as any festival in a small area.

At 4 a.m., nearly a thousand Chinese and overseas Chinese braved the cold wind and arrived at the starting point of the torch relay, the San Francisco Stadium in China Bay, and the end point Hermann Square.

These overseas Chinese wore uniform clothes, red silk tied around their bodies, waist drums hanging, and red flags. Some of them even held Fuwa. From a single point of view, they were more Chinese than in China.

When most San Francisco citizens, including Feng Yiping, were still asleep, they had already started dancing the red and hot Yangko in those two venues.

This enthusiasm is indeed unmatched by many people in China.

Many times it is like this. Only when you go abroad can you be more patriotic.

When Feng Yiping woke up at 6 o'clock as usual, another group of people also began to prepare for the event.

At around 8 o'clock, when he rushed to downtown San Francisco, he saw the guys who fled to India, less than 200 people, holding flags and crossing the street in front.

He lowered the car window, and there were faint slogans floating in the wind, but there were too many traffic and other noises, and he could only hear "...should feel ashamed," and "...still...free,"

Feng Yiping immediately closed the car window.

You should feel ashamed.

Those people should feel ashamed, as can be seen from the reactions of the Americans rushing to work around them and the reactions of the shop owners around the street.

Perhaps, their demands would have been supported by the American people before, but after the publicity of Hollywood stars in the past two days and the widespread spread of the Paris incident, except for those diehard fans who extremely hate us, the vast majority of people in San Francisco will no longer think that these people are the peace-loving people they claim to be.

Feng Yiping roughly observed that whether it was the people in the vehicles on the street, the pedestrians on the road, or the shop owners who were about to open for business, they looked at the parade with indifference and disgust.

The bakery owner who stood at the door of the store with his arms folded and his head held high, looking at them coldly like a group of clowns, was a good representative.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yiping was relieved.

Although they encountered similar parades on the street several times since then, it was no longer a cause for concern.

"Going to Union Square?" Owen asked.

"Let's go and have a look," Feng Yiping glanced at him.

"Okay," Owen's voice was full of joy.

But the situation in Union Square does not seem optimistic at the moment.

This square, which is about 10,000 square meters in the center of San Francisco and is surrounded by high-end shopping malls, is no longer full of pleasant atmosphere as usual.

There are no beggars dressed in various images around the square, and there are no people resting on the benches under the palm trees.

In the square, there are groups of people from that side at this time.

Because this place is not on the torch relay route, there are no Chinese or overseas Chinese or international students here to perform a counter-performance.

In the center of the square, a stage has been set up, with flags that look disgusting, and many people are busy on the stage.

He doesn't know if Richard Gere is there at this time.

Seeing Owen's confident look, he didn't ask, where exactly is your plan?

Anyway, Owen now knows what it means to reduce the chicken legs, and he should not want his chicken legs to be reduced.

Owen did not take the initiative to introduce.

From his point of view, not letting Feng Yiping know his specific plan is to protect Feng Yiping.

"It's up to you," Feng Yiping patted him on the shoulder, "Go to China Bay,"

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Feng Yiping didn't know that when they passed by Union Square, Richard Gere, the initiator of this protest rally, was staying in a cafe next to the square.

This cafe will serve as their action center today.

However, Richard Gere had no time to observe who was sitting in the car on the street outside.

His mood was worse than when he just arrived.

He was holding a chair at this time and asked the assistant who ended the call, "Are they not coming too?"

"Yes," the assistant repeated the words on the other side, and finally conveyed, "They apologized and hope to get our understanding,"

"Understanding?" Richard Gere couldn't help but speak a little louder.

The situation he is facing now is that not only did he fail to invite any of the Hollywood stars he wanted, but also some representatives of human rights organizations that had agreed to support them before also called to say that they could not attend the event for some reason.

The reasons were generally the same. Those organizations believed that it was not wise to link the Olympics with human rights in the current public opinion environment.

However, Richard Gere had no other choice except to speak louder.

Saying that those organizations were not firm enough, too speculative, and retreated when they saw that the public opinion situation was unfavorable?

Such a big truth would only affect future cooperation.

Hollywood is full of lone hero movies, and he himself has played such a role.

However, when it was his turn to really play such a role, he couldn't help but feel panic and helplessness in his heart.

Those powerful and well-connected helpers that he once thought of, after Feng Yiping just moved a few times, burst like soap bubbles.

After a gust of wind blew, not even a trace of moisture was left.

You know, the previous situation took them several years to gradually build, but Feng Yiping took less than two days to completely reverse the situation.

Frankly speaking, such a comparison of strength made him feel guilty.

Feng Yiping has the strength to be a hero, but Richard Gere does not have the sentiment to be a martyr. In the past two days, he has actually been thinking about how Feng Yiping will deal with him in the future.

Thinking of this, he said to his assistant, "Coordinate them to transfer more people to participate in our rally."

The assistant looked at him with some embarrassment, "They said that at most 500 people can be arranged here?"

"What?" Richard Gere was really furious this time, "Didn't they say at least 1,000 people?"

"They said that whether it is at the starting point or the end point, and where the torch will pass, the number of people is too different from that of China, so..."

Speaking of which, this is mainly because of Feng Yiping.

Among the more than 100,000 Chinese in San Francisco, there were originally only about 10,000 who decided to contribute to the torch relay.

But in the past two days, the sudden change in the wind direction has made more people become active.

At present, more than 10,000 Chinese have gathered at the starting point, China Bay.

Including those along the way and waiting at the end, the total number should be close to 30,000!

And those who have forgotten their origins, there are only 3,000 people at most.

Feng Yiping soon had the most intuitive understanding of this situation. At noon, their car followed the San Francisco City Government car into the stadium, and Amanda and Vincent were "wowed" all of a sudden.

There are people everywhere!

Not only are there people everywhere, but there are also red flags everywhere.

If the small circle of disgusting guys around are eliminated, and this scene is photoshopped to Tiananmen Square, it will be very harmonious.

Feeling the hot atmosphere outside at such a close distance, Huang Jingping whispered in Feng Yiping's ear, "I seem to understand you a little bit,"

"Look over there, look over there," Amanda and Vincent danced and pointed to a place on the sidelines and shouted.

There was a collision over there at this time. About a hundred people wearing all kinds of clothes, holding their flags, rushed past the police and prepared to rush to the center of the field.

Huang Jingping saw this and held Feng Yiping's hand tightly, but soon let go.

Because over there, dozens of red flags, with at least hundreds of people singing the national anthem, were like a wave, and all of a sudden, they beat those guys back outside the fence.

There were some scrambles in the meantime, and as a result, the few flags on the side that were attacking were only a few left when they retreated.

Some guys even fell to the ground in a mess, then got up and ran away with their pants up.

Feng Yiping had never seen such a scene before. At this time, listening to the national anthem and looking at the national flag, he just felt his blood boiling.

It was the first time he felt that he was so close to some things and some scenes.

He rolled up his sleeves, "I'm going over there,"

Huang Jingping hugged him tightly, "Don't even think about it,"

At this time, on the other side, Richard Gere, who was cheering himself up and preparing to go on stage, heard bad news from his assistant, "There are bad trends in the square,"

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