I ran for president with scumbag money

"what is this?"

"Napoleon brandy."

"what about this?"

"Swedish vodka."

"What about this? It looks a bit nice, colorful, like paint..."

"That's a cocktail, what kind of paint!" Oscar was asked impatiently, and his voice inevitably became louder, "Have you never been to a bar?"

"Because," Leon said with a puff of smoke on his face suddenly, and said with a smirk, "it's fun to see you looking desperate."

"You're looking for death!" Oscar slapped Leon's head on the bar counter.

This guy, who said he wanted to drink away his worries, dragged him to the bar and started asking questions.Oscar was thinking, gradually wondering if Leon just wanted to play tricks on him.

Leon was still smiling, and said: "I am the type, the more unlucky I am, the more I want to transfer the pressure to others."

"You devil, you have a distorted personality." Oscar said angrily.

"I want coconut smoothie." Leon said to the bartender.

"Sorry, guest, we don't have coconut smoothies here.

"Then I want coconut milk."

"No coconut milk either."

"Give me the smoothie."

"nor……"

The handsome bartender performed a set of "smiles gradually disappearing" emoticons on the spot.

"There's nothing to open the bar." Leon urged loudly.

“This bar has a coconut cocktail on the menu.”

The two turned their heads when they heard the words, Oscar showed a look of relief, stood up with relief and gave up his seat to each other: "Binney, I'll leave it to you."

"Are you going to abandon me? Scumbag!" Leon pretended to cry.

"Who cares about you? I followed you because of your expression of revenge against the society. Don't underestimate the intuition of the former policeman." Oscar said lazily.

"Then what about the baby in my stomach?"

"Pfft." The bartender couldn't hold back, and immediately laughed.

Oscar rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "Child? Get rid of it. Come on, I'll punch you in the stomach, and you'll have a miscarriage immediately!"

"Moore," Leon continued to cry, clutching his stomach, "Your father doesn't want us anymore, he wants to give us painful sex."

"Fuck, you even have a name?" Oscar asked in surprise, "Who is Moore?"

"Isn't it your child? How heartless."

"roll roll roll."

After blasting Leon, Oscar walked quickly for fear of being entangled again.

After he left, the scene involuntarily fell silent. Binny picked up the wine list and asked, "Where's Edith?"

"Let's go." Leon said, staring at the cigarette butt, "I didn't talk to me properly, and I wasn't angry."

This bar is a "clear bar" and a good place to chat.

Oscar will come in, so it's definitely not a place where filth is hidden.

Even though Leon was very depressed, he didn't run to the messy place just to vent.

Binny was a little relieved.

"When we met the truth, what were you drinking?" Leon leaned over to look at the wine list with him, almost pressing his face on his shoulder.

"Bourbon."

"Okay," Leon snapped his fingers in satisfaction, "Give me the coconut cocktail."

"..."

The positions of the two of them shifted from the bar counter to the corner seating, and of course, they didn't order wine.

"Although you said you won't drink during the campaign... What do you mean by giving me fruit milk?" Leon looked at the cup and said in shame.

Coax the children?

"I only have fruit milk, too," Binny showed him. "The only non-alcoholic drinks here are fruit milk. It's for guests with children."

"Which idiot would bring a child to this place..." Leon drank the fruit milk thoughtfully, and then found out whether animal-shaped ice cubes were thoughtfully added to the glass.

"It's scary. I knew Oscar was leaving a long time ago, so I wouldn't let him bring me here."

"You want to drink with him?"

"I want to get him drunk." Leon said with a smirk, "and encourage him to bring Edith back."

Two pointed devil horns seemed to protrude from his forehead.

"What do you want to do to the glorious ex-cop?" Binny asked helplessly.

Leon curled his lips, and suddenly handed the cup to him, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since the two of you had a good chat, welcome back."

Binny froze for a moment, his brows and eyes softened, and he said jokingly, "Did you remember to welcome me now? You hugged me when I was away. I should be the one who should cry and be abandoned, right?"

"The person who came back with a beautiful Persian cat from outside has the right to speak of me?"

"Persian cat?...Roy got a nickname so soon?"

In Binny's mind, Roy's eyes of different colors appeared, and the corners of the eyes were slanted, and he couldn't help thinking that they looked like cats.

"What about the others?" Leon asked.

"I sent him home first." Binny said, "Charles is here."

"Charles? Who is that?" Leon looked around and frowned, "Who is it? That old brother who is cooperating with us at the same time and has a low sense of presence?"

"Charles. Don't forget about him because he's working behind the scenes, okay?"

Having said that, Binny thought with shame, he seemed to have forgotten...

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Leon thought for a while, and immediately slapped the table with a smile: "You have completely forgotten it yourself! How dare you talk about me?"

Binny tolerantly let him tease him, but Leon, noticing that there was still a little scar on his face, stopped teasing for a moment, picked up the cup, and averted his eyes again: "How is it in the mine?"

"It's not very good. I eat poorly and have a lot of work, but it's fun to play cards with them." Binny replied calmly, "Undress card."

"What on earth are you going to do..." Leon complained, and then asked again, "Aren't you injured?"

"No."

"Liar," Leon said stubbornly, pointing to the corner of his eye, "See the scar?"

"Why?" Binny couldn't help wiping the corners of his eyes with two fingers, and said calmly, "I've obviously applied scar gel."

Leon choked up, scratched the table and said, "Don't make cold jokes in a serious manner, it will make me unable to complain..."

"Sorry, but I did put on some concealer." Binny pointed his fingers in front of him, and there was something creamy on it. "The lady at the counter highly recommends it—an advertisement can be placed here without any trace."

"Ha ha……"

No, the other party said this kind of joke super calmly, and the laughter seemed to double.

Leon's laughter gradually stopped, he picked up the cup, and said sadly: "Did I do something wrong?"

Binny put down his glass, thought for a while, and said, "Actually, I was the one who was wrong."

"At this time, don't play the word game of 'the boss is always right, and the fault is also the fault of the employees'?" Leon said in surprise.

"No," Binny said calmly, "If I really wanted to go the way we thought we would, I should have refused to go undercover in the mines, but I didn't because I still wanted to see it, and we fought for it." What it's like—honestly."

He smiled awkwardly, and continued: "I have never been in contact with the bottom. My living environment, education environment, and after work, are all far away from the bottom."

"Binney..."

"So when you said that you need to go deep into the mine, I was moved," Binny said, "It was actually out of selfishness, otherwise I should stop you and follow the original plan."

He smiled wryly, and thought: "Actually, when I was locked up, I was really afraid that I would die like that. If Roy hadn't dug up the phone and failed to call for help, I would have been so afraid that I would lose control. I never I never thought I would have such a day.”

Leon sighed following his words, and slowly turned the opposite cup.

"Then, on the day I went to the mine, all the daily necessities I brought were stolen." Binny said calmly.

"Uh?"

"It's not so much stealing as it is robbing, but if I dare to resist, I will be beaten and excluded. Realizing this, I let them take it away." Binny said.

"When I played cards with them, I found five of them cheating on the spot. The other three cheated very well. I figured it out after the fact. They won everything they could win, although cheating is not good. , but they just like to laugh at me for being fooled by them. As the saying goes, a brand is a character.”

He smiled, concealed Houzhen's words, and continued: "They are not friendly, even bad. In every sense, their existence is challenging the bottom line of my education: they will bully new people when they see them. When it comes to small advantages, he will take advantage of them, when encountering resources, he will do everything he can to grab them, he will be violent at home, show off by teasing and abandoning women, he likes to swear, gamble, cheat money, self-righteous...

"The education I have received made me call them a group of thieves, liars, hooligans... But I asked myself, seeing their essence, do we still have to fight for their rights?

"As for these rights, they don't even care about them at all, and they don't even want to fight in person, they just hope that a superhero will fall from the sky so that they can lie down and win.

"A lot of things that we can't stand, they have become so commonplace that they don't even feel anything.

"I don't think they thank us or inspire them with our wins or losses.

"You use online texts as a metaphor, then I will continue according to your train of thought.

"Why are readers tolerant of memes? Because they like these memes, and they hope that more and more works will be written with such memes, and more and more authors will write these memes.

"Why can readers tolerate cheating? Because they really only value 'interesting' and 'good-looking' works. Interesting works will be popular, and good-looking works will be liked. As for who the first person to write is, it doesn't matter, it matters What matters is whether the plagiarist writes to interest them.

"Some people think that online articles are just for entertainment because of their feelings, and they don't need to be so serious when they read any book.

"As for the quality of the article, there are different opinions. Some people think it is rubbish, another group of people thinks it is good-looking, and some people think it is super good-looking, and another group of people thinks it is rubbish.

"Some people think that group portraits are good-looking and brain-burning, while others think that group portraits are useless, but they are just reading online articles, so why is it so complicated.

"Some people think Zhidou Wen is interesting, and some people think Zhidou Wen is a headache.

"Some people think the screen full of cookies is annoying, some people only look at the cookies, they feel that life is hard enough, why can't they read the cookies and relax?

"Some people think that writing online articles should have individuality, and should write their own style, to reach the realm of 'some works, if I don't write them, they won't exist'; market, start with imitation.

"Some people write for comments, some write for money, some write for self-indulgence, and some write for recognition. No one can cover everything, but no matter who wants to have money when there are comments, they can be self-satisfied and get recognition. .

"It's all right, these are all right. Because a very important problem is: there is actually no unified rule at all.

"What you think is unique may be boring and uninteresting, and what you think should be popular may actually be different and boring. Who can standardize a whole charter and tell everyone: This is how web articles should be written to look good? Is it interesting to read online articles?

"No one is possible, no one is qualified.

"And the market is telling you, 'You can make money only by writing about these things, and writing about others? Ha ha.' At this time, what should you do? Write it right, and you are actually a businessman.

"There is another more cruel sentence: what you think is important, and what you want to protect with your life, may not really matter in the eyes of others.

"One writes right and sees the other writes right and only concentrates on writing her own. She doesn't care about the golden three chapters, doesn't study popular elements, and doesn't know how to figure out the outline. She is very angry because she works hard every day to figure out the gold list outline. Getting dizzy, imitating popular articles and writing until she feels sick, exhausted in order to keep up with the heat of the market, and always worrying that readers' tastes will change. She will say to others: "This is right and deserves it." Pujie, I work so hard every day to barely maintain my income, she thinks it’s fine to just write and write? It’s right not to make money. She doesn’t know how to write at all.

"Another writer will also feel very angry when she sees a writer who is right about the outline of the daily pachinko list, caters to the market, and criticizes herself in turn. Because she is also writing hard, outputting her thoughts through text, and replacing various Writing is the right way to train yourself. Although she does not make money, she believes that being able to write works with personality and characteristics is the most important thing. She will also say: "The writing is right. I don’t respect myself at all, I just imitate others, and I don’t write What's the point of your own stuff? After spending so much time researching the gold list, isn't it a bunch of assembly line essays? Sooner or later, she will hang up. She doesn't know how to write essays at all.'

"At this time, what can be standardized and written correctly? What can be standardized for readers? What is a specification? According to what standards? Rely on a good website? Only a good website can solve the problem?

"No matter how good a website is, it can't unify the tastes of readers, and no matter how good a website is, it can't unify the right ideas. Everyone has their own ideas, everyone thinks that they are right, and everyone uses their own three views. To measure the three views of others.

"Sometimes there is no right or wrong at all, only inappropriateness.

"Do you think that if you don't rely on money to win the election, you can make future generations think that you can run without money? No, more people only refer to the results.

"If you don't rely on money, the success that you can't necessarily achieve after spending decades is the same as the success that others have achieved by relying on money. Is it the same for future generations? They really won't be so sure, they really rely on money Will it go faster?

"Do you think that if you write partial essays based on incomplete thinking, and make money after writing for a long time, you will be able to get more people to write alternative essays? But in fact, is this something you can decide? Others write You can make money by writing market articles for a long time. With the same result, is there really a difference between the two? Who decides the difference? Is it you? Or the other party? Or the website?"

After listening to Leon, he sighed, and said: "I think of it, since we first met, you liked to tell me that everyone has their own thoughts, and it is impossible for people to be completely unified. And no one can unify them."

"Yes." Binny nodded.

"I can't help feeling that everyone should be 'like me', especially when I think I'm right." Leon held his forehead and smiled wryly.

Binny didn't speak, but lowered his head, looking at the fruit milk in the opposite room, his eyes full of longing, as if he hoped it was a glass of wine.

Finally, he raised his head and smiled at Leon: "So you are an idealist. The job of an idealist is to free your mind from flying, and you shouldn't worry about gravity every day."

"I……"

Leon just started talking, when the phone rang suddenly, he took out the phone in embarrassment, and made an apologetic gesture to Binny.

Binny smiled at him, indicating that it was okay.

Only then did Leon pick up the phone: "Hi, I'm Leon. Alone?...But I don't know...Okay, see you then."

He hung up the call and looked at Binny with a very dazed expression.

"Jessica wants to see me." He said in a daze, "She said she wanted to intercede with Barr."

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