Chapter 745 I Have a Dream! (The Third Update!)

When Franklin said this, he also had a little tongue roll, using a black rock accent. As a rock king, Michael could naturally hear this accent.

At first he was confused as to why his friend suddenly said this, but soon, like a thief, he retracted his gaze and looked around to see if anyone around was paying attention to this place.

Fortunately, although there were many people around, no one noticed this place, so no one heard what Franklin said just now, only he heard it.

Ha...

It was a little cold in Washington, D.C. in the early morning, and a mouthful of exhaust gas was exhaled, spitting out a long line of smoke.

After letting out the anger, Michael said softly: "Franklin, as a friend, and a good friend, I must remind you that this sentence cannot be said casually or in public, understand?"

Franklin naturally knew the reason for Michael's unfounded nervousness, and waved his hand gently:

"It's okay. If a black man said this, the FBI would knock on his door when the sun rises, and he would stand in front of the judge at 12 noon. His trial would be completed at 2 pm, and he could take the soap to prison at 6 pm."

"You don't have to worry about me. You need to worry more about yourself."

"Besides, my dream is different from Martin Luther King's. The FBI will not look for me."

Franklin's explanation echoed in Michael's ears. Hearing that his friend was so clear about what he had just said, he was relieved.

After all, this is America. Although it is said to be a society ruled by law, it is not.

The rule of law is only relative to dignitaries. For ordinary people, the price to pay is very high.

But as a friend, I am not an ordinary person, so there should be no danger.

Thinking of this, Michael looked up again and re-examined the old friend in front of him.

The two met at a concert, and their friendship originated from a charity. After years of friendship, both sides also know each other's personality.

However, his friend's personality changed after he went out for a walk some time ago, about one or two months ago.

He became more calm and more organized than before.

Logically speaking, such a person should not say such words at this time and at this point in time.

He may have something on his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Michael took a step forward and asked softly:

"What is your dream?"

Facing the inquiry of his good friend, Franklin took a step forward, raised his right hand high, and swung it forward, pointing his index finger forward: "My dream! Of course, it is to be president!"

"I think I have this opportunity, what do you think?"

Michael did not answer directly, but lowered his head, thinking whether his old friend had a little problem in his brain, so he came up with this unrealistic idea.

But soon, he threw this idea out of his mind. As a black man born in Indiana, he once had a dream, which was to become president.

But the social environment at that time gave him a slap in the face.

But now, Odebiao has become president, and this somewhat unrealistic dream seems to have begun to sprout a little bit.

Standing there with a relieved smile, Michael stepped forward and imitated Franklin's movements, with his right hand suddenly stretched forward and his index finger pointing to the White House:

"I have a dream!"

Hearing his voice, Franklin turned back in surprise, with the same smile on his face, and raised his right hand that had just been put down:

"I have a dream!"

Then, the two shouted a sentence in unison:

"I want to be president!"

After shouting, the two men, who were 100 years old in total, laughed like children, turned their heads, and fled the scene as if they were running for their lives.

Back in the parking lot, the two got into their cars and waved goodbye.

Michael was heading to Alexandria, where he had a concert, while Franklin was heading to Baltimore in the north.

His company had received enough funds to open several projects there, and this time he went there to help people there get the real estate they wanted.

The District of Columbia was not far from Baltimore, only a few dozen kilometers away. Franklin drove alone, humming a song under the starlight, speeding on the highway.

Not long after, he arrived at the place where the former President Bush's plane crashed.

He stopped the car, took out a box of unopened cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, lit it, and then threw it to the side of the road, then took out another one, lit it, and put it in his mouth.

The traces of the plane crash had long disappeared, only the night wind, the grass on the side of the road, and the gravel on the ground remained, as if nothing had happened.

After smoking a cigarette, Franklin turned around and got in the car and continued to drive to Baltimore.

At dawn, the vehicle stopped at the entrance of a community that looked very warm.

Just as he was about to smoke a cigarette, a police car stopped beside him. The policeman in the passenger seat smiled and waved to him. Seeing the smile on the other person's face, Franklin calmly handed over the cigarette box and asked the other person to smoke a cigarette.

The two policemen also took the cigarette box casually, each took out a cigarette, held it in their hands, but did not light it.

When throwing the cigarette box back, the cop in the passenger seat casually asked:

"Sir, what are you doing here?"

"Real estate agent, some clients are coming today, so wait here in advance, aren't you going to get off work yet?"

"Get off work at 6 o'clock in the morning, good luck!" The cop in the passenger seat looked at Franklin again, put the cigarette he had just taken out of the cigarette box to his nose, sniffed it, and took out a lighter to light it.

Shaking the burning cigarette, the police car started and slowly disappeared in front of Franklin.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Franklin, who was resting in the driver's seat, was awakened by a phone call. It was the client he was waiting for.

After communicating on the phone for a long time, the other party finally appeared in front of him. He wiped the oil and sweat on his face with a wet tissue, and Franklin took out the documents from the trunk, and then walked towards the oncoming client.

This is a family of five. The father is white, the mother is obviously a Hispanic yellow, and between the two adults are three children holding hands.

The two on the left and right are sisters, and the one holding the two sisters is the younger brother.

Seeing such a family, Franklin smiled.

This is just what they need!

"Mr. Frank, this way!" Franklin took the initiative to greet them, and when the five people opposite came to him, he raised his hand and pointed to the house not far away:

"Let's go to the house and talk!"

Walking into the house, the eyes of Frank's family of five suddenly lit up.

They are a family of five, and the children are very noisy. In addition to the adult room, each child needs an independent room, and each child needs a certain amount of activity space, so the house must be big.

And this house meets their requirements very well. The living room is big enough, the bedrooms are big enough, and there are enough of them. In addition to the bedrooms, there are also extra study rooms and children's toy rooms.

Even the kitchen is bigger than the others.

The furniture in the room is better than they imagined. When they walked into this house, the house gave people a very comfortable feeling, without the gloomy feeling of ordinary houses.

But...

The couple looked at each other and saw embarrassment in each other's eyes.

The house is good, but the money is not enough!

Franklin was right next to them, watching the five of them with a smile on his face. He was not in a hurry, nor was he panicking.

Frank, who had walked around long enough, came to Franklin belatedly, raised his hands, patted his face gently, and then mustered up his courage and said to Franklin:

"Mr. Franklin, take us to the next house. This house is very good, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Franklin raised his hand to interrupt him. The other party did not answer his words, but raised his hand to blame the three children who were running happily next to him.

"Mr. Frank, can you bear to see your child suffer?"

"I have seen your previous living conditions, and the information is very complete. Living in a narrow and dark place, especially in a secluded area, is very bad for the growth of children."

"Children may be very independent, but they are more likely to lack the ability to communicate with others."

"America is a big society. If you don't have the ability to communicate with others, then the child has almost no future..."

"Or to put it another way, when he masters this ability, he may have reached 30 or 40 years old, which is decades later than others. Are you willing?"

"I know you don't have enough money, but it doesn't matter."

Franklin said it calmly, but Frank on the opposite side was alert. He took two steps back and shouted softly to his wife.

The wife who had been watching the house also walked over slowly after hearing her husband's voice.

But seeing the expression on her husband's face, although she didn't hear what he said just now, she knew that her husband would not show such an expression casually.

Without any action, she took a step back, then walked towards the three children, pulled the three children together, and distanced herself from her husband and Franklin.

Franklin saw all the vigilant movements of the two people. He did not stop them, but just watched silently.

He waited until the couple settled down before he whispered:

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I have no bad intentions towards you, and I have no other ideas."

"The information you submitted is very clear and understandable, and there is no need for me to investigate you extra."

"I took you to see this house because you wrote clearly in the information that you are for the children, so I chose to take you to see this house."

"I know you are short of money, and I know that your wife is unemployed."

"I also know that with your assets, you can't take this house, but..."

Franklin suddenly stopped talking, looking straight at Frank, and Frank took another step back, his eyes inadvertently glanced to the side, and glanced at the chair on the ground.

His hand pressed on the chair.

With a weapon in hand, Frank seemed to be a little bolder. He roared at Franklin:

"What do you want to do?"

"I have a dream!" Franklin suddenly said, and then stopped talking.

This sudden and clear sentence made Frank, who was holding the chair, completely stunned.

This man brought them to this good house, and said that he did it for the sake of their children, and then suddenly said that he had a dream.

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out why these things could come together.

His head hurt, but he held the chair even harder.

The man's words were illogical, which meant he was a madman. A madman would do anything.

Frank took a deep breath and dragged the chair in front of him, directly expressing his attitude.

Seeing him like this, Franklin was not angry, but put his hands behind his back, turned and walked to the balcony, walked slowly, and talked as he walked:

"I have a dream, that dream is that everyone can have a house to live in without being troubled by property taxes, and all children can go to school without being troubled by student loans."

"I hope America is a stable and harmonious world, not the superficial harmony now, but secretly filled with all kinds of violence, drugs, and shootings."

"This dream is big, but unfortunately I am just a small businessman, I can only start with myself."

At this time, he had walked to the balcony, and the 10 o'clock morning sun had already poured in from the balcony. His lower half of the body stood in the sun, and his upper half of the body was outside the sun.

He raised his hands behind his back: "I know you don't have enough money, but I can help you get a loan from a regular bank with good interest, even if you can't pay it back, it doesn't matter."

"I can also help you find a job and help you make a more stable transition, how about it?"

"Will you choose to be a coward for the rest of your life? Or choose to fight for your children at this time?"

"The opportunity to make this decision is in your hands?"

"By the way, this is the relevant loan document!"

After saying this, Franklin opened the folder on his mobile phone, took out a document from it, and threw it gently in front of Frank.

After doing all this, he turned and walked to the balcony, completely submerged in the sunlight.

There was no light in the room, and the light was not good. Frank and his wife looked at the document in silence.

After a long time, Frank's wife slowly bent down, picked up the document, raised her hand to wipe off the dust on the document, and handed the document to Frank as if she had made up her mind.

Frank's eyes met with his wife's, and after a long time, the two opened the document together and read it carefully.

In the process of reading the document, there was only the sound of children running, jumping and playing.

The two started reading the document at 10 a.m. and continued until 12 p.m., two hours in which they chewed, ground, and swallowed the document completely.

Finally, the couple gritted their teeth, took the document and walked to the balcony, toward the man standing in the sun.

The couple handed over the loan document in their hands together: "Mr. Franklin, as you said, we also have a dream!"

"I want to ask you to fulfill it!"