Chapter 314 Class antagonism world famous paintings

"As shown in the figure, throughout the election, the votes that President Clinton received did not come solely from the large and developed West Coast states."

"The Rust Belt and traditional Middle Eastern states have made their own choices in this election."

"Just like the business that our company intends to undertake, this is a joint industrial project spanning three continents and two oceans, involving more than 40 countries and regions."

"We will continue to promote the situation of global manufacturing cooperation with American manufacturing as the priority, and deeply implement the economic-led political policy mentioned by President Clinton."

“It’s not just a simple issue.”

Daniel Harvey opened his arms and spoke passionately in front of numerous reporters and cameras.

His speech was very infectious and was an excellent political performance.

But it was obvious that such a performance would not fool these experienced reporters at all.

A reporter from the British BBC TV station squeezed to the front of the line with a recorder in hand.

Looking at Daniel Harvey, he said with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Daniel Harvey, you shouldn't be an executive at a tech company. You should run for election."

"If you were a British person, you could run for the House of Commons and I would vote for you."

"Your speech would be as good as that of Cicero, the famous orator of ancient Rome, if this were the forum of ancient Rome."

"I will definitely elect you as our consul, but shouldn't what we are discussing now be more of an economic issue?"

“Regarding the MIT paper, can your company provide sufficient evidence to prove that the paper is nothing but a hypothesis that was fabricated out of thin air?”

“Your company is still capable of providing sufficiently excellent products in the future.”

Daniel Harvey looked at the BBC reporter, took a deep breath, pretended to be annoyed, and scolded loudly.

"Sir, first of all, I didn't ask you to ask questions. Secondly, I am the financial director of the company."

"That article is mainly technical, and with my knowledge, I cannot refute it."

"But as I have stressed before, this is a serious leak and the leaker will be severely punished."

"I have already informed......"

"But you still didn't answer my question directly." The BBC reporter said firmly.

"We are discussing whether your company can produce such products in the future and whether this involves false advertising and financial fraud."

"Just 12 hours ago, when the closing bell on Wall Street rang, your company had become the fastest multinational corporation to reach $ billion."

"Four hundred billion US dollars is a huge sum of money that others cannot imagine. It includes all the assets of many investors."

"Shouldn't you say something to calm the current restless market confidence and avoid unnecessary stock market fluctuations?"

"Are ordinary people's savings really worthless in the eyes of you elites?"

As he spoke, the reporter became more and more emotional, and the last few words were basically shouted out.

The sound continued to echo in the hotel lobby. When other reporters saw this scene, they turned their cameras and tried to capture the images of both people in the same photo.

Compared to stories like the alleged financial fraud, this is a confrontation between an ordinary reporter and the Wall Street elite.

Obviously, it is more interesting and explosive. These reporters know very well that they should not choose the right one or the expensive one. The news industry will always choose the one with the highest traffic.

"Like I just said, I'm just a financial executive, I......"

Daniel Harvey pretended to be calm and restrained, and continued to repeat his previous words calmly.

"Answer me, is this a scam? Can the product you showed me before be mass-produced?"

"Just answer yes or no. It's such a simple question. Don't the core decision-makers of the company have any information at all?"

"One word from you can decide the life and death of thousands of families. Why are you unwilling to speak out? Is it that difficult?"

The BBC reporter went completely crazy, yelling heart-wrenchingly, his face turning red with excitement, like a raging baboon.

His eyeballs were bloodshot due to congestion, and his hair and beard, which had not been trimmed for many days, made him look very sloppy.

Wearing a cheap, faded T-shirt, he craned his neck and yelled at a Wall Street elite wearing a haute couture suit and a solid gold watch.

One stands in the bright golden light, the other is covered by the shadows of the crowd

Not to mention the human wall of security guards in front of them.

“A perfect photo, with class divisions, angry emotions, and inhumane calmness. The light and shadow structure is also perfect.”

After a burst of flashes, the scene was frozen in a photograph, and the reporter who took the photo was admiring the picture in his camera.

Trembling with excitement, he had already begun to fantasize about this year's Princeton Prize.

Just as he was immersed in his fantasy, a loud roar suddenly sounded.

"Damn you guys, you damn vampires, you told us when we bought it that it was absolutely safe and low-risk."

"I put my daughter's college tuition into this and now what? You're going to go to hell. You're going to go to hell."

It turned out that the BBC reporter had completely lost control of his emotions and tried to pounce on Daniel Harvey in the distance.

But he was stopped by the black-clad bodyguards, who punched the guy directly in the stomach and then tackled him to the ground.

Then he knelt on the other person's neck and tied up his wrists with a plastic restraint belt.

"Jesus God, thank you for your gift!! I will have two photos that will go down in history."

At the moment the riot broke out, countless reporters rushed over with video cameras and recorded everything in front of them from every angle.

Daniel Harvey left the scene in a panic, escorted by his driver McDuff and bodyguards.

At the same time, outside New York City, in an open grassland, a small screen was broadcasting live images.

"This is quite confusing." Cedric said with a frown.

"You really picked a good person. With this performance, the stock may directly trigger the circuit breaker mechanism tomorrow. It seems that it will not take two weeks."

"It will probably only take eight or nine days to complete the task."

Kevin Lestrange, on the other hand, looked at the problem from a completely different perspective.

Carl, who was lying on the ground with his mobile phone in his hand, turned his head slightly to look into the eyes of the two people beside him, then said with a smile.

"There's no need to finish the task so early. We have to share some of the soup with the meat. Didn't that gentleman make a bet with him?"

"It's a good day to have the third day before Christmas, so let's make a happy decision!"