Vol 6 Chapter 426: Absolute suppression

San Francisco on the 9th, in a small area, is as lively as any festival.

At 4 a.m., nearly a thousand Chinese and overseas Chinese, braving the cold wind, arrived at the scheduled starting point of the torch relay, the San Francisco Stadium in the China Bay, and Hermann Square at the end.

These overseas Chinese, wearing uniform clothes, wearing red silk, hanging a waist drum, holding red flags, and some holding Fuwa, look at it individually, they are really more China than in China.

When most of San Francisco citizens, including Feng Yiping, were still asleep, they had already wrestled the booming Yangko in those two venues.

This enthusiasm is indeed not comparable to many people in China.

This is often the case. Only when you go abroad can you be more patriotic.

When Feng Yiping woke up at 6 o'clock as usual, the other group of people also began to prepare for activities.

At around 8 o'clock, when he first rushed to downtown San Francisco, he saw the guys who had fled to India, who looked like less than two hundred people, holding flags and crossing the street in front.

He lowered the car window, faint slogans floated in the wind, but there were too many traffic and other noises, and he could probably hear "...should be ashamed," and "...and...free,"

Feng Yiping immediately closed the car window.

You should be ashamed.

Those people should really feel ashamed. This can be seen from the reactions of the Americans around them rushing to work and the reactions of the shop owners around the streets.

Perhaps, their demands will be supported by the American people before, but after these two days of propaganda by Hollywood stars and the spread of the Paris incident, except for those diehard fans who hate us, the vast majority of people in San Francisco , I will never feel that these people are the peace-loving people they advertised.

Feng Yiping observed roughly, whether it was the people in the vehicles on the street, the pedestrians on the road, and the shopkeepers who were about to open their doors for business, he looked at the parade with apathy and disgust in his eyes.

The bakery owner who is holding his arms, holding his head high, standing in front of the store, looking at them coldly, like a group of clowns, is a good representative.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yiping felt relieved.

Although they have encountered similar parades in the street several times since then, it is not enough.

"Go to Union Square?" Owen asked.

"Go and see," Feng Yiping glanced at him.

"Holly," Owen said with joy in his voice.

But the situation in Union Square does not seem to be optimistic.

Located in the center of San Francisco, about 10,000 square meters and surrounded by high-end shopping malls, this plaza is no longer full of pleasant atmosphere like usual.

Around the square, no beggars dressed up in various images can be seen, and on the benches under the palm trees, there are people who are not resting.

On the square, at this moment, there were all the people over there.

Because here is not on the route of the torch relay, there are no Chinese or overseas Chinese or foreign students singing antithetical drama here.

In the center of the square, a platform has been set up with flags that look disgusting floating on it, and many people are busy on the stage.

He didn't know whether that Richard Gere was there at this time.

Seeing Owen's confidence, he didn't ask, where is your arrangement?

Anyway, Owen now also knows the meaning of reducing chicken legs. He should no longer think about his own chicken legs being reduced.

Irving did not take the initiative to introduce it either.

From his perspective, preventing Feng Yiping from knowing his specific plan is to protect Feng Yiping.

"It's up to you," Feng Yiping patted on his shoulder, "Go to China Bay,"

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Feng Yiping didn't know that when they passed by Union Square, Richard Gere, the initiator of this protest rally, stayed in a cafe next to the square.

This cafe will serve as their center of action today.

However, Richard Gere has no time to observe who is sitting in the car on the street outside.

His mood is worse than when he first arrived.

He was leaning on a chair at this time and asked the assistant who ended the call, "Aren't they coming?"

"Yes," the assistant repeated the words over there, and finally relayed, "they apologize and hope for our understanding,"

"Forgive me?" Richard Gere's voice couldn't help being louder.

The situation he faces now is that not only the Hollywood star he hopes, but also representatives of human rights organizations that have not been invited, and have agreed to stand for them before, have also called one after another, saying that they cannot attend the event for some reason.

The reasons are generally the same. Those organizations believe that it is not wise to link the Olympics with human rights in the current public opinion environment.

It's just that Richard Gere has no other way other than making his voice louder.

Say those organizations are not firm enough, too speculative, and shrink when the public opinion situation is unfavorable?

Telling the truth like this will only affect future cooperation.

Hollywood is mostly lonely hero movies, and he himself has played such a role.

However, when it was his turn to really take on such a role, he could not help but feel fear and helplessness in his heart.

The power and background help he once thought burst like a soap bubble after Feng Yiping only moved a few times.

After a gust of wind blew, there was not even a trace of water vapor left.

You know, it took them several years to gradually build the previous situation, but it only took Feng Yiping less than two days to completely reverse the situation.

Frankly speaking, such a comparison of strengths made him feel guilty.

Feng Yiping has the strength to be a hero, but Richard Gere does not have the feelings of being a martyr. In the past two days, he has actually been thinking about how Feng Yiping will deal with him in the future.

Thinking of this, he said to the assistant, "Coordinate with them to bring more people to come to our gathering,"

The assistant glanced at him embarrassedly, "Said over there, only 500 people can be arranged here?"

"What?" Richard Gere was really outraged this time. "Didn't it mean at least 1,000 people?"

"They said that no matter at the starting point or the end point, as well as the place where the torch will pass, the number of people is too different from that in China, so..."

Speaking of which, this is mainly because of Feng Yiping.

Among the more than 100,000 Chinese in San Francisco, those who originally decided to contribute to the torch relay were probably only in their early ten thousand.

But in the past two days, the sudden change of the wind has made more people become active.

At present, more than 10,000 Chinese have gathered in the starting point of China Bay.

Adding those along the way and waiting at the end, the total should be close to 30,000!

And the guys who have forgotten the sect, only 3,000 people have gone to heaven.

And Feng Yiping quickly got the most intuitive understanding of this situation. At noon, their car, following the car of the San Francisco City Hall, entered the stadium, Amanda and Vincent, all of a sudden, "Wow "Get up.

The eyes are full of people!

Not only are eyes full of people, but red flags are also everywhere.

If we eliminate the small circle of disgusting guys around, and then take this scene to Tiananmen Square, it will be very coordinated.

Feeling the hot atmosphere outside so close, Huang Jingping quietly said in Feng Yiping's ear, "I seem to understand you a little bit,"

"Look over there, see over there," Amanda and Vincent yelled at a place on the sidelines dancingly.

There was a collision happening over there at this time. About hundreds of people over there in jumbled clothes, holding their flags, rushed to the police, ready to rush towards the middle of the field.

Upon seeing this, Huang Jingping held Feng Yiping's hand tightly, but quickly released it.

Because over there, dozens of red flags, with at least a few hundred people, singing the national anthem, like a wave, all of a sudden shot those guys back beyond the fence.

In the meantime, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there was some scramble, and the result was that when the side that was attacking, the original few flags were returned, only a few lone seedlings were left.

Some other guys fell to the ground in embarrassment, then got up and scurrying with their pants.

Feng Yiping had never seen such a scene before. At this time, listening to the national anthem and looking at the national flag, he only felt the blood surge.

It was the first time that he felt that he was so close to some things and some scenes.

He rolled up his sleeves, "I'm going over there,"

Huang Jingping hugged him tightly, "Don't even think about it,"

At this time, on the other side, Richard Gere, who was cheering himself up and preparing to take the stage, heard a bad news from the assistant again, "There is a bad trend in the square,"

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