Chapter 635

October 5th,

San Francisco.

The Umbrella Corporation officially began launching a Hong Kong-style mobilization, distributing flyers and going door-to-door to campaign.

"Please support Ms. Deng..."

"She supports Asian equal rights and strives for more power for Asians..."

"Please support Tom Armanio; he cares about the living environment of ethnic minorities and also strongly advocates for curbing skyrocketing rents..."

Following Xiao Fu's instructions, this flyer distribution was not done with great fanfare; they only mobilized half of the residents.

With a 30%+ approval rating in San Francisco, there were 300,000 citizens supporting the Umbrella Corporation; half of that is 150,000 citizens. Even excluding children, there were still 100,000 citizens, reaching a 14% vote rate.

According to past elections, getting 12% is enough to win.

Added to the existing supporters of Ms. Deng and Tom Armanio, this time it's a guaranteed win.

Furthermore,

Under Xiao Fu's arrangement, Ms. Deng and Tom Armanio also appeared on UKTV one after another to deliver speeches on their political platforms.

There were also community tours organized...

It was done with great momentum.

When the other candidates saw this, they were immediately anxious and also began campaigning like crazy.

Thus, San Francisco fell into an election frenzy.

From time to time, one could see fights breaking out between the various camps,

San Francisco Police Department: "............"

Overwhelmed!

You bastards, go to hell!

Deploy the police force and teach them a harsh lesson!

Xiao Fu, Abu, Li Jie, Ji Shaoqun, and the others stood by the roadside, watching with great interest.

Awesome!

Watching them get arrested is just delightful.

They were just short of letting out bell-like laughter.

Even Peng Yixing, who was beside them, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

As for A-Sen and A-Kang, who had just arrived in San Francisco: "............"

The freedom and boldness of the United States gave them a huge shock!

Hong Kong,

The weather in October, the heat had receded, and it was becoming cool.

Evening,

"Damn it~~~"

"Why can you guys watch them fight, but I can't?"

"Damn, I want to go watch the fun too!"

Central Plaza, top floor, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's office,

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu received a long-distance call from Abu (not discussing important matters), and he was shivering with cold anger!

I'm in Hong Kong, working so hard, being a beast of burden every day.

Two years ago, he was determined to make everyone his beast of burden, but in the end, he became one himself, miserable.

Watching the fun, I want to go too, especially the fighting in the US.

He let out a long howl to the sky, hating, hating, hating!

At this moment,

Gang Sheng knocked on the door and came in: "Boss, the meeting is about to start."

"Okay!"

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu gritted his teeth and hung up the phone.

Then he went to the conference room downstairs. This meeting was about revising Hong Kong's history; they already had preliminary results, so they were holding a meeting to summarize the stage.

Arriving at the conference room.

"Mr. Guan!"

One by one, the history professors saw Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu enter and hurriedly stood up to greet him.

During this time in Hong Kong, they had basically learned of Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's power.

He was a big shot that even the Viceroy didn't care about.

So awesome there was no rival!

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu said politely: "During this time, thank you all for your hard work!"

The meeting began,

The experts reported on the progress.

First was the museum side; after the "polite persuasion" of the Five Star Group, the museum underwent rectification.

The first was the wording, explaining the ins and outs of the "Treaty of Nanking" from an anti-colonial perspective.

There was also the data during the Japanese occupation period. The original version was: a large amount of space about the Japanese army invading, the British army surrendering, welcoming the British army after the Japanese surrender, and the Viceroy returning; regarding the Japanese army's crimes, there was only a small, shallow discussion about promoting Japanese language and the repatriation policy; as for the arduous resistance of the Kuomintang and the Dongjiang Column, there was absolutely nothing, only a monument to the martyrs of Sai Kung Tsang Tsue Wan built by citizens in the 1980s. (PS: It is said that Dayo Wong's grandfather was in the Dongjiang Column.)

With the help of Five Star Property, the history experts interviewed a large number of citizens and obtained a lot of data and objects to fill in this "blank history" missing from the museum.

"Besides the museum matter, we have another important matter..."

"Hong Kong's textbooks have many fallacies."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu: "I will arrange for ATV to do a few special programs, and I need you experts to refute Hong Kong's textbooks!"

"At that time, these programs will be broadcast continuously on ATV, letting more citizens know the truth of history."

"After you experts compile the new modern history textbooks, I will be at the Legislative Council..."

On the other side,

Hong Kong MTR.

This was the peak period for getting off work,

Inside the Admiralty MTR station, it was crowded, people coming and going, everyone in a hurry.

At this time, a train slowly pulled into the platform, hiss~~~ the doors opened, and the crowd got on and off in an orderly manner.

3 Indian men:

"%……￥#%￥#……"

"%￥￥%#a……"

Chatting while walking into the carriage.

In the carriage, 19-year-old HKU female student A-Ying stood on one side, holding a book, reading.

After being saved by Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu last time, she said she wanted to repay Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu, but Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu said there was no need to repay, just study hard and go to university.

So A-Ying studied hard and successfully got into the University of Hong Kong.

Today was Friday, the day to go home after school.

As the train started, the 3 Indian men swayed and walked towards A-Ying's direction. One of them lost his balance and bumped heavily into A-Ying.

A-Ying frowned subconsciously and said, "Be careful."

Unexpectedly, the Indian man who bumped into her not only didn't apologize, but instead looked at A-Ying, with a malicious smile, and teased in fluent English:

"Yo, beauty, you look quite pretty."

"Still a female university student..."

"Which university?"

The other two Indian men also echoed from the side, making perverted laughter like fucking lizards.

A-Ying was frightened by this sudden harassment and hurriedly dodged to the side, trying to stay away from these 3 Indian men.

At this time, the uncle citizen next to A-Ying immediately stood out and scolded angrily: "Hey, you guys, don't go too far! Apologize to her immediately!"

"Apologize?"

The Indian man showed a look of shame and anger on his face, muttering Indian language that others couldn't understand, and suddenly raised his volume to retort: "Apologize for what? Just bumped into her, so what!"

"Can't say a few words?"

"Also, we are noble Brahmins, you untouchables!"

"Untouchables?"

Now all the citizens were angry,

"What did you say?"

"Fuck!"

"Bastards, you three Indian guys..."

Both sides exchanged words, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, this Indian man took advantage of the uncle citizen's lack of preparation,

"Let you meddle in other people's business!"

He swung his fist and attacked, smashing directly at the uncle citizen.

This punch instantly ignited the anger of the citizens in the carriage.

"Too much! Still dare to be so arrogant in Hong Kong!"

"Hit him!"

"Do we let Indians bully us?"

The attacked uncle citizen didn't hesitate to fight back.

Other citizens also joined in.

At this moment, the carriage was in a mess, with cursing and pushing sounds one after another.

Some citizens rushed up and swung their fists directly.

"Hit him, must make him look good today!"

"Dare to be arrogant in Hong Kong, beat him until he's a bastard!"

"Looking for death!"

Others, both sides kept entangling in the narrow carriage, their bodies hitting the carriage wall, making dull sounds.

A-Ying also squeezed into the crowd and kicked the Indian man.

"Run!"

Seeing that the citizens were numerous and powerful, the 3 Indian men gradually couldn't handle it. Panic appeared in their eyes. They seized the opportunity to squeeze out of the crowd and fled towards the platform outside the carriage.

How could the Hong Kong citizens let it go? They shouted one after another,

"Don't let them run, can't just let it go like this!"

"Stop them!"

A swarm chased them out.

Among them, a white-haired old man, probably the kind who exercises often, chased after the three Indian men.

The platform space was wide, which was more conducive to the citizens' actions.

The citizens were numerous and surrounded them from multiple directions.

The white-haired old man was particularly eye-catching, his steps steady, shouting while running: "Let's see where you can run!"

He rushed forward with a stride and kicked one of the Indian men to the ground, shouting: "See where you run! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know whose territory this is!"

He added a heavy kick.

The citizens behind surrounded them and punched and kicked the Indian men.

At this time, another Indian man was already panicked, fleeing desperately without looking back, looking back while running, afraid of being caught up.

There was another Indian man who wasn't so lucky; he was surrounded by angry citizens and pressed to the ground, punched and kicked.

That white-haired old man was the most ferocious, beating this Indian guy wildly.

The beating citizens scolded while hitting: "Let you guys act like hooligans here, this is not a place for you to act wild!"

Another white-haired old man took advantage of the fun, squeezed to the front, and kicked the Indian man who was lying on the ground moaning:

"This is Hong Kong MTR, not your Indian bus!"

"Still lying on the ground wanting to frame people? I'll compare with you, I can lie you to death!"

The white-haired old man's voice was loud, and the surrounding citizens cheered:

"Old man said it well!"

"Must give them some color to see!"

After more than a minute, the MTR security police arrived at the scene.

The citizens then stopped.

The police helped the two injured Indian men up from the ground. After a simple check, they found that their bones were broken and they had various injuries, so they hurriedly sent them to the hospital.

At the same time, they took statements from the citizens who had taken action.

The conflict finally subsided.

Evening,

19:00, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu finished the meeting, returned home, and first hugged the baby.

"Oh, Daddy is back~~"

"Mwah mwah mwah~~~"

Three minutes later... he threw him on the bed with a look of disgust.

Baby: "????"

Fine, fine, fatherly love only lasts for three minutes, right.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu ran to play kissy-kissy with Ruan Mei.

At this time, the news broadcast on ATV attracted Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's attention.

"Today at 18:10, at Admiralty MTR station, there was a..."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu watched the news and frowned.

"Indians?"

Hong Kong in the early morning, sunlight spilled over the earth.

On the streets of Hong Kong, it became lively early, neighbors, as usual, left their homes to eat breakfast and go to work.

Breakfast shop downstairs,

"Boss, give me a portion of scrambled egg toast, plus a cup of coffee, hurry up, in a rush to work!"

The shop was filled with the aroma of breakfast and people's conversation.

In front of the roadside newspaper stand,

Dong Zi prepared to buy a newspaper to absorb information.

"Indian MTR Lust, Old Man Righteously Punishes Pervert"

"Angry! Three Indian Men Molest Minor Girl, Old Man Takes Action to Stop and Beats Them Double"

"Furious! Indians Molest Girl on MTR, Bloody Uncle Serves Iron Fists"

Dong Zi: "??"

He was immediately attracted by the headlines.

A white-collar worker next to him suddenly turned red.

"Damn it!"

"Last night on the MTR, such a thing actually happened! A few Indian men molested a little girl and hit people first, simply lawless!"

The white-collar worker cursed loudly, attracting surrounding people to look over.

The old man hurriedly leaned closer, looked at the report on the newspaper, and cursed angrily:

"Bastards!"

"On Hong Kong territory, still dare to be so arrogant! Hit well, should teach them a lesson!"

The surrounding neighbors also gathered around, discussing one after another, angry:

"Too much! Actually did such a thing."

"These Indian guys, each one is a pervert, heard they even dare to... lizards..."

"Hit well!"

"Newspaper says, hit into the hospital, several bones broken!"

"Done beautifully!"

A gangster was even more angry and cursed: "Damn, why wasn't I there yesterday, if I were at the scene, I would definitely be the first to rush up and beat them."

Everyone accused the evil deeds of the three Indians.

"Wait..."

"They said these three Indians were seriously injured, will they ask for prosecution, compensation, jail time?"

"Compensation? They dare?"

"Don't say that, what if they are particularly shameless?"

"I want to prosecute!"

"We were seriously injured, we want to prosecute!"

Tung Wah Hospital, the ward was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

The two Indians whose bones were beaten and broken woke up from post-operative anesthesia, lying on the hospital bed, their faces full of pain and anger, screaming and cursing.

The consul official from the Indian Consulate next to them brought a lawyer.

"Rest assured, we will definitely uphold justice for you."

Then the gaze looked at Chen Guozhong.

The policeman originally responsible for this case was originally just a small policeman.

But didn't expect the identity of these three Indians to be unusual; they were Indian Brahmins, here for tourism.

That Indian man who ran away directly notified the Indian Consulate in Hong Kong, and then the consul of the consulate brought a lawyer.

The police force had no choice but to send the high-level Chen Guozhong to connect.

Chen Guozhong also brought Song Zijie over.

The consul official of the Indian Consulate was full of displeasure, and said to Chen Guozhong with unquestionable tone:

"Officer, the nature of this incident is extremely bad, my citizens suffered serious violent injury in Hong Kong. Our Indian Consulate will definitely pay close attention to the progress of the case, hoping that the Hong Kong police can handle it fairly and quickly, giving us a satisfactory explanation."

Chen Guozhong had a distorted face.

Who is he?

Seraph.

Law is not the most important thing in his eyes; the most important thing is justice.

And at this time, the lawyer beside him was wearing a stiff suit.

"Mr. Officer!"

The tone was tough!

Righteous and stern!

"The behavior of these citizens has constituted a serious crime of intentional injury."

"According to Hong Kong law, intentionally injuring others' bodies, causing serious injury, should be severely punished by law. My client has multiple fractures, and both body and spirit have suffered great pain."

(End of this chapter)