Chapter 998： : Do we have the strength to refuse?

The classroom was full of almost hysterical "inquiry" or yelling from this student, and almost all the students looked at the female student in the inner row with disbelieving eyes.

Some laughed, some pondered, and some frowned.

But everyone looked at the teacher standing on the podium, holding their breath and not daring to take a breath. You must know that the other party's teaching method is very "brutal", and they admire the concept of fists very much. This should be regarded as a "characteristic" of schools like military schools. ".

"Salome Kunna, how old are you?" the teacher asked plainly.

"Twenty-one, sir, but that's not a problem."

"21 years old? You are the oldest in the class, but I think you are also the youngest!"

The teacher raised his voice sharply, smashed the folder in his hand on the table, walked over, and looked down at the other party. Although the female student was trembling in her heart, she still straightened her neck and was very stubborn.

"You're like a mouse in a honeypot, never knowing how dangerous it is out there on the grass, or too much Hollywood? Still keeping your disgusting, trashy empathy!"

"I tell you, the Geneva Convention is a piece of paper. Do you take the Bible and tell your enemies that God tells you to lay down your arms, and then you can go to heaven? Damn, from now on, you, are expelled !" This teacher really has a bad temper, and her eloquence is obviously not good enough, she doesn't want to talk to the other party, this kind of person who lives in a black and white world, let her fend for herself.

Not suitable for Redeemer Security Command Academy.

"No! You are depriving me of my freedom of speech..." the female classmate protested.

"Fucking freedom, I'm the vice president of the command academy, I have the right to expel you, even if your grades rank well in the class, but... I don't want my students to be comrades-in-arms with idiots like you, now, Immediately, get out immediately!" he growled, pointing to the outside.

The sound was so loud that even people in the corridor outside could hear it clearly. They looked over and tiptoed to see what happened, but they dared not climb the window for fear of being caught and beaten.

The female classmate hadn't suffered this grievance yet, she couldn't help but shed tears, the teacher groaned twice, "Don't let me throw you out, I will notify the logistics department to contact your parents, and the tuition fee will be refunded to you .”

This is not his guarantee, but the school's rules.

As long as they are not expelled for violating discipline and regulations, they can refund their tuition fees, because their school maintains a strong elimination rate. In their class alone, there used to be 70 students, but now there are less than 50 students left. And know.

The female classmate finally left the classroom crying and crying, but seeing her like that, she would definitely not "let it go".

"I don't want my students to have people who are full of stupid cognitions about this world. If any of you think that what I said is wrong, you can leave now."

The students below were all sitting upright.

No one made any further comments.

The teacher hummed twice in satisfaction, signaling them to continue reading.

Even the savior company has people gossiping, not to mention the atmosphere outside, it's going to explode!

"murderer! murderer! "This is a CNN report.

It reported its views on this matter, and said that as long as it is humane, it will not allow this kind of thing to happen. This is simply a trampling on civilization, and all forces are required to severely punish the murderer.

Even, Nicholas was sentenced to prison, and even asked to dissolve the Savior Company.

The slogan of disbanding the company is also a cliché.

Since the savior company gained a firm foothold in East Africa, this remark has been fermenting. Even if the Somali side came forward to say that it is a national enterprise, the outside world generally believes that this is just an excuse.

The existence of the Savior Company has seriously violated human relations and the law!

In this regard, the spokesperson of Foreign Affairs refuted it, and the press officer with glasses and blond hair said to the reporter with arrogance, "We uphold all peaceful and friendly attitudes and express our condolences to the behavior of splashing dirty water." Indignation, anyone with a conscience understands that this is just a purely military act and has nothing to do with our company."

Nonsense, the East African idol is hung under the name of Somalia.

Don't talk nonsense, it's not me, I'm a good person.

Having said that, it is undeniable that the news is getting worse and worse, and the people who do good things join in the fun. After all, it is the majority, and a small number of people want to add fuel to the flames and dirty the Savior Company. This kind of "being wronged" has happened many times. , Mister has experience.

Just find something to attract attention and create some hot spots. For ordinary people, what is closely related to them is the most important.

But there are also some people who are full and support themselves, go to the headquarters of the Savior in London to protest, and even march and demonstrate. Regarding this kind, the company is also very direct and calls the police. After all, it is a big taxpayer, who dare not give face?

That afternoon, those who sat quietly at the entrance of the company were dragged away.

This kind of thing that adds fuel to the flames, John Bull often does it, anyway, they are used to it, and the media pointed their finger at ZF, making them not human inside and out.

The top floor of the company headquarters.

Meister is receiving a call from John Bull executives. On behalf of the government, he expresses his dissatisfaction with the Savior Company, "Mr. Meister, we are very concerned about your company's behavior. I hope you don't throw the pressure entirely on us."

He said it as tactfully as possible.

But Mister can still hear it, he has a bit of helplessness on his face, but he still has to listen, after all, he is a local snake, and his right hand is boringly knocking on the ashtray, making a sound.

"Mr. Mister? Are you listening?" asked the other side.

"Oh? Of course, I understand your difficulties. Don't worry, I will report to the boss."

The other side was quiet for a while, and after a few more instructions, he hung up the phone.

Mist took a few sips from his teacup. This was not the first call from an official. He seemed to have received calls from about a dozen countries.

This action also brought them a lot of shock, Tang Dao's petty mind was clearly seen by everyone.

Of course, Mister will not call to tell the boss how many people have opinions on you.

It's more troublesome, and I get used to it.

Although it was more radical, it also made those who thought Tang would restrain his hands and plan to do some tricks.

Don't move, I will kill your whole family!

"The boss still has such a decisive style." Mist leaned on the chair and said to himself.

His current job is to pave the way for "Irene", and the company plans to release the "castrated version" of Irene in the middle of the year.

Mainly for: children under the age of 18.

Similar to accompanying household appliances.

First come a long stream.

Money is something that has to be earned slowly.

He pressed the phone button of China Unicom Secretariat, "Help me contact Disney, just say, invite Mr. Michael Eisner to meet, the time is: tomorrow afternoon."

Mr. Disney President has this time, Mister thinks so.

There is no one better at "coaxing" children's money than the other party.

"Irene" might be able to work with them.

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Grote is about to throw up!

Even if he was sitting alone on the chartered plane, the empty environment and the fear of the future made him suffer a lot. No one believed that he would run away. How could he run away? Jump out of a plane? Or, hijacking a pilot?

Don't be kidding, it's a Russian who flies the plane!

Uneasy, the plane finally landed in San Francisco.

Two umbrella employees who "escorted" him back dragged him off the plane. In the airport, Grote met his old friend Eugene and... Brabus!

The other party was wearing a black windbreaker. When he saw Grote, he smiled. This smile made the latter tremble a little.

"Thank you very much, I have prepared a dinner and a hotel for you." Eugene looked at the two employees first and said.

"No need, we have a place in London, this is for you, Mr. Nicholas said, I hope you don't forget your words, he doesn't want your next meeting to be very unpleasant." One of the employees directly refused, and then didn't want to have anything Blending in, he took his colleagues and left.

Eugene still had a smile on his face. At that time, Babos looked embarrassed. He glanced at the former from the corner of his eye. Seeing that he didn't speak, there was no need for him to jump out. He just stood behind and stared at him without saying a word. with Grote.

"Long time no see You are finally back." Eugene seemed to be talking to an old friend.

Grote was stiff at the time, or rather looked away. Although he was scared in his heart, he still stared at the other party, "I didn't expect that, where is Gabriel? Is he dead too?"

Gabriel is the leader of the Presbyterian Church who speaks out.

"There are so many things that I didn't expect. You and Jones are too stubborn. Gabriel can't stand your hesitation. You are a stumbling block in the great cause. If we don't get rid of you..." Eugene explained patiently, He also said softly, "Don't worry, you will die peacefully. This is the last gift I will give you as a friend."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Two bodyguards behind him went up to grab Grote and stuffed him into the car.

Of course Grote can call, but...who will come?

Sitting in a Rolls Royce.

There was still a trace of sadness in Eugene's eyes. His family and Grote were friends for hundreds of years. They also grew up together, but the other party was indeed in the way.

Gabriel couldn't wait.

His cancer cells spread quickly, and he needed a large sum of money to continue to support research, but he was disturbed by Grote, Jones and others in the Presbyterian Church, and this was the disaster of his death.

"Do you really want to hand over the experimental data to the Savior Company?" Babos, who was sitting next to him, said suddenly.

Eugene turned to look at him, his brows twitched, "Do we have the strength to refuse?"

Barbers fell silent for a moment.

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