Chapter 200

The next morning, Los Angeles, Silicon Valley.

Before his official work, Wozniak turned on twitter, ready to continue to discuss the issue of holding a demonstration with his book friends.

"No, the police won't approve." "It's said that the Olympic torch relay will be held on that day," a book friend who claims to have great energy in New York replied

"Then what? Give up? " A book friend asked.

"No, never give up! We're fighting for the countless stray dogs in America! "

"And HIV patients!"

"And the black equal rights movement!"

Wozniak looked at the topic area and felt a little bit wrong.

There are always some fans here. How can they disappear today?

"That book friend who claims to be able to subsidize hundreds of thousands of dollars, can you really come up with the money?"

"If it's just bragging, please let me know in advance, but I'm going to ask for leave soon!"

Seeing someone @ himself, Wozniak didn't pay attention to many problems of his book friends any more, and his fingers crackled on the keyboard.

In the past life, some people said he was nerd, others said he was freak.

But even Bill Gates didn't question whether he had money.

"Please sort out the transportation expenses in your area and send them to me." Wozniak.

"Of course, the bank account number should also be sent."

"Wow, are you really not afraid of being cheated?" Someone asked.

Wozniak thought for a moment and thought that...

it's less than a million dollars. What's the point.

The storm infantry equipment at home was sold for $1.2 million at the charity theme auction of Star Wars.

I didn't expect that the one wearing that outfit was actually a female model.

What's more, the female model has to deliver it to the door.

In this regard, Wozniak was happy to say "no".

He immediately took off his high-grade suit and put on the equipment of storm infantry. Under the escort of bodyguards, he went home contentedly.

"If we can make ABC's" exception "not cut so much in the follow-up," Wozniak thought for a moment, "it must be better than wearing storm infantry equipment

"I'm sorry, I can't go in person because of my work," he said excitedly

"But I'll cover part of your room and board expenses in New York."

After typing, he picked up the phone and called his accountant.

"Well, I'll send you a list later."

"You pay these people according to this list and the amount behind it."

...

in a small villa in Tennessee.

Leonard looked at the computer screen and felt a little annoyed.

My hometown is too far from New York.

"Well," he sighed, looking at the computer, "can't you go?"

"No, the Olympic torch relay ceremony..."

Leonard took a deep breath and risked being beaten into the living room.

"Mom, don't you worry about my sports all the time?"

Leonard's mother turned her head in surprise. "Why, are you going to play sports?"

Hearing this, my father, who was preparing for work, and my sister, who was having breakfast, all laughed, as if watching talk show.

"No, I wonder if I can go to see the Olympic torch relay ceremony to stimulate interest in this area."

"Olympic torch?" Leonard's mother frowned. "Doesn't it seem to pass our town?"

"Well." The father nodded as he ate, confirming the information his mother had received.

"I want to go to New York to see the torch relay. The torchbearers there are all famous athletes." Leonard said.

"New York?" Leonard's mother, puzzled to look at the son, "yourself?"

"Of course not." Leonard shook his head and pointed to his father. "Isn't dad a sports fan? Don't want to see the torch relay? "

Leonard's father shook his head with a wry smile. "We've got three computers in our family, so we can only exchange the air tickets with mileage."

He glanced at his wife. "And that, at most, can support one person to go to New York."

"Or," said the mother, smiling and patting Leonard, "are you coming back with your father?"

"Mom," Leonard looked at her sincerely, "in fact, I've been hiding from you. I've been working secretly."

"With the money I've saved now, I can probably go to New York once."

"Well?" Father, mother and sister turned their heads at the same time and looked at Leonard in surprise.

"Well, don't talk nonsense." The mother didn't care and waved, "I've never seen you work.""Really "I can really afford it, without spending a dollar at home," Leonard exclaimed, a little anxious

"All right." The mother walked to her little daughter and said carelessly, "if you can show me the money, I'll let your father accompany you."

"Really? Dad Leonard looks at his father.

The father put on his suit with a smile and nodded.

"I'll take you as long as you can come up with your own fare."

"Well, have breakfast." Mother urged: "I'm going to be late for school."

"Right away." Leonard, who got a positive answer, turned and ran back to his study.

"This kid, why do you want to watch the Olympic torch relay?" The mother looked at her father and said, "if he can really take out the money, you will go with him."

"He can't take it out." The father affirmed: "if you can take it out, then go and have a look."

"Leonard's grades are good. He has to apply to a good university and have a good sports record."

"So it is." The mother put on her daughter's coat and casually replied.

At this time, Leonard quickly ran to the living room and picked up a piece of bread.

"I went to school!"

...

at this time, the Manhattan police department.

The chief looked at the police and nodded with satisfaction.

"Although this Olympics is not in New York, it's in Atlanta."

"But after this time, the kids in Los Angeles can't say that they are the only ones in the United States who have held profitable Olympics."

"Therefore, we should make a good inspection and never make any mistakes!"

"Do you understand?" he asked aloud, glancing at the armed men

"I understand!" The police replied loudly.

"Good." The director continued: "today, let's make a tour of the torch relay route, at least to be familiar with it."

"During the inspection, special attention should be paid to the gathering of some high-risk groups."

"Report director," a policeman asked, "which are high-risk groups?"

Then a black policeman said, "the niggers, and the Arabs."

The director laughed and added, "in addition to high-risk groups, most of them should be ordinary tourists."

"All right, disband."