Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 313 does not belong to

Zidi is a black man.

In his memory, his childhood was a period of wandering.

He once had a father, a father who loved them and was willing to fight for them. Unfortunately, his father died in a gang fight, died quietly, and didn't even leave a goodbye.

For a black man, the happiest time is probably his childhood, because when he grows up a little, the burden of life will overwhelm him.

Without education and knowledge, the vast majority of black people can only live at the bottom of society.

For them, there seem to be only three ways out: death from taking "flour", imprisonment, or death in a gang fight.

Qidi's father was unable to change his fate, and he could only wander around with his mother. In Goff City, it was already extremely difficult to support oneself, let alone raising a child?
Raising a child takes a lot of time and energy, which makes it extremely difficult for Qidi's mother to find a job. Sometimes, they even have to sleep under the bridge and rely on meager relief food to make ends meet.

Qidi's mother also thought about remarrying, but her luck was too bad. The men she met were either alcoholics or drug addicts, and she even became addicted to drugs.

Their lives became even more difficult after she became addicted to drugs. In Qidi's memory, his mother's mood was very unstable during that period and she often beat him up for no reason.

But every time after beating him, the mother would hug him and cry bitterly, as if she was repenting for her own powerlessness.

Until one day, his mother brought him to the cross-sea bridge in Goff City. They hugged each other tightly and then jumped off the bridge. His mother died, but Qidi was fortunately rescued.

The person who saved him was a garbage man who lived in the center of Garbage Island, an old man who was barely surviving in the city's garbage dump.

Fate is so wonderful that the old man adopted Qi Di and handed over his "garbage mountain" to him. That year was probably the most comfortable day for Qi Di.

However, the good times did not last long. The island was spotted by the Wayne Group and was about to be developed into a sanatorium.

The garbage collectors on the island tried to protest, but they were pushed into the pit along with their garbage. Qi Di's eyes turned red, and he wanted to rush forward to fight, but he was knocked unconscious by the driver.

The old man was worthless in the eyes of those people, but the child was different. Qidi was sold to the gang and owed a huge debt as soon as he joined.

Everything from food to accommodation costs money. If he wants freedom, he needs to pay more.

So, in order to survive and pay off his debts, Qidi started fighting underground boxing.

Only by boxing could he earn more money. If he was beaten to death, his debt and freedom would have nothing to do with him.

The dream became blurred again, and Qidi felt that time was going backwards. This time, he was born in Honolulu, Hawaii. His father was a black economist from Kenya, and his mother was a white American anthropologist.

His parents divorced when he was two years old, and he and his mother followed his stepfather to Indonesia, where he spent his childhood.

At the age of ten, due to the breakdown of the relationship between his mother and stepfather, he was sent back to Hawaii to live with his grandparents and attend the elite private school Punahou.

Although he received a good education there, Zidi was mocked as a "coconut" because of his skin color. Fortunately, he was successfully admitted to Columbia University and majored in political science.

The first turning point in his life was entering Harvard Law School. Although he had a huge student loan, Harvard Law School was a passage to the upper class.

The road up is always so expensive!

At Harvard Law School, Zidi used his childhood experiences and keen perception, as well as the acting talent inherited from his father, to become the first African-American editor-in-chief of the Harvard Law Review.

After graduation, he entered the University of Chicago Law School to teach constitutional law and joined a civil rights law firm, representing housing discrimination cases. He was even elected as a senator in a certain city. At this moment, he was completely different from most black people. As long as he worked patiently, he could become a political family in a city.

The one who helped him break through the bottleneck was a woman, a woman from a political family, a woman with a strong background.

By marrying into the wife's family, Zidi took advantage of the woman's family's political resources and became famous for his speech with the core concept of "unity rather than division". In the same year, he was elected as a federal senator.

He became a political rising star. The legacy left by his father gave him a strong appeal to black voters. With the support of the Internet and black voters, he achieved incredible results.

He eventually reached the highest political position in the Union and became the first black president in the history of the Union.

The taste of power, as well as the delicious food and luxurious life he had never enjoyed before, made Qi Di addicted to it. He stood at the pinnacle of power, holding great power and making decisions with great force, as if the whole world was at his feet.

The unprecedented sense of satisfaction made him almost forget the cruelty of reality. But as time went by, he gradually woke up and realized that all this was just an illusory dream.

He raised his head and said to Shi Fei who always appeared beside him: "Sir, this is not my dream, and it does not belong to me!"

"Why?" Shi Fei asked.

"Because I know this is impossible!" Qidi shook his head, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his tone.

His eyes reveal a maturity and calmness that is not in line with his age. As a teenager who fights desperately for survival in the octagon, he has long learned not to believe in any illusory beauty.

That little bit of naivety may cost him his life.

What's more, this dream is so outrageous. How can a black man become president?

"Then what do you think is reality?" Shi Fei asked again.

"Of course, we'll beat him to death!" Qi Di pointed at Jie Lun behind Shi Fei without hesitation, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his voice. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he was going to pounce on the other person in the next second.

When Jaylen heard this, a gleam of hatred flashed in his eyes. He stared at Qidi closely, and his fists clenched unconsciously. They were opponents in the octagonal cage and mortal enemies of each other.

Shi Fei stared at them and said, "Have you ever thought about joining forces to kill them?"

"us?"

"Join forces?"

The two voices rang out at the same time, with obvious surprise and suspicion in their tone. They looked at each other, their eyes full of hostility and distrust.

Join forces? This seemed like a fantasy to them.

"That's impossible……"

"Our strength is too small."

Shi Fei said: "I can give you strength."

(End of this chapter)