Who could have expected the death of canned food? To be precise, it completely disrupted the plan for this game.

Before this game, although people thought it was an unprecedented game, no one would have expected such a result.

The God of War died of stimulant injection, and the can was exhausted in my arms due to excessive physical exhaustion.

No one is willing to accept this result, but when it appears in front of everyone's eyes, the shock, the sorrow and anger in the hearts of the audience cannot be clearly stated in words.

Under my leadership, the people of DreamWorks collectively fired guns in front of the canned corpses. When the gunfire echoed on the racecourse, many people were filled with their hearts.

Under the sun, the canned corpses gradually became cold and stiff.

"Raise the can!"

"Raise the can!"

Someone shouted loudly in the crowd around him, including George V.

An exaggerated wooden board was carried over, which was a door to the racecourse.

The canned body was placed on the door, and George V raised the can with the people with tears in his eyes.

"Let the cans look at the United States! Let the Americans look at the cans!"

"Let the cans look at the United States! Let the Americans look at the cans!"

Tens of thousands of spectators gathered next to the canned corpse with slogans. They carried it and slowly walked towards the exit of a racecourse.

The loud shouts of tens of thousands of people, the crying of tens of thousands of people, and the vast crowd formed by tens of thousands of people made everyone around me excited.

"Boss, what should I do?" Gans turned to look at me, and the muscles on his face were shaking.

Although he has seen big scenes, he rarely encounters such scenes. Imagine tens of thousands of angry and angry people, and they are still growing like snowballs.

Looking at the corpse of canned food on the floor being raised high above the door panel. I shook my head: "We don't have to do anything, we just need to follow behind. Canned food no longer belongs to our DreamWorks, it belongs to all Americans!"

Gans nodded. Everyone followed me and merged into the torrent.

When I walked out of the racetrack, I was stunned by the scene in front of me.

The huge Roosevelt horse racing field is everywhere!

Some of these people used to refuel cans around the radio outside the racetrack, while others obviously had just arrived from other places in New York.

These people had already learned about everything about this game through the radio, and the death of canned food completely touched their nerves.

In front of me, there were endless people. Excited faces lying in front of me will make your heart tremble.

Tens of thousands of spectators poured out of the racecourse and gathered with the people outside the moment they poured out.

When the canned corpses appeared at the door, the crowd of black people all gave up a wide road.

When George V, Coolidge, Hoover, Kava and others carried the canned bodies out of the avenue, the eyes of the people standing on both sides of the road were tightly focused on the canned bodies.

People took off their hats, many people drew crosses on their chests, and more people prayed, just like facing their dead relatives.

There are more and more people, and more than 100,000 people have formed a huge arrow and marched forward. The top of this arrow is the canned corpse, which is the focus of everyone's attention.

No one makes many sounds, let alone shouts, but only solemn and quiet.

“Go to New York!”

“Go to New York City!”

When people walked out of the territory of Roosevelt Racecourse, some people shouted this.

The people responded immediately, and the huge team began to march like the downtown area of ​​New York.

When the team entered New York City, the people in the city had been waiting there long ago.

The canned corpse was taken over by different people and then passed to the hands of different people in front.

People convey canned corpses. Their attitude is so solemn, as if they are taking over. They are not the corpse of a horse, but the most precious thing in the world. Wherever they go, they see a person who bows his head to work. Whether they have or have no identities, people put down their work and joined the march.

Among them were investors who had just run out of the office building with leather bags, electromechanical workers wearing dirty work clothes with pliers in their hands, and even nuns and pastors.

These people followed behind Canned food, with a firm attitude, sad and angry expression.

If I hadn't made a mistake, this might have been the most thrilling parade ever. The whole city gathered together to see off a horse,

"Carry to Wall Street!"

"Yes! Carry the cans to Wall Street! Let the consortiums see what cans have done for us and what they have done for us!"

“Go to Wall Street!”

When the team marched to the city center, people suddenly changed directions, and then the canned bodies were carried by people, marching like Wall Street.

Wall Street, to some extent, has become a representative of the American economy and capitalism. On that street, there are almost all large consortiums in the United States. In the eyes of the people, it is a place for rich people, and ordinary people will not go there at all.

But now, these people in the lowest class in work clothes are coming to the door, and they are passing by with anger.

For a long time, the rich people on Wall Street left the impression on the public was to be bullish and speculative. In the United States, people know that the federal government is the spokesperson of Wall Street.

Because of this reason, many people believe that this year's economic crisis was caused by the consortiums on Wall Street. It was their speculative operations in the stock market and their manipulation of conquest and introduction of a series of unreasonable policies that caused such a tragic economic crisis in the United States.

So the people have long been full of resentment towards the Wall Street Consortium. Now, in the darkness of the economic crisis, they finally saw a trace of hope from the bottom. A trace of light that made them feel very friendly to themselves, but because of the Rockefeller Consortium, this trace of light finally disappeared at the Roosevelt Racecourse.

The long-standing anger in the hearts of the people began to explode.

People throughout New York carried canned bodies and drove into Wall Street, into the cement forest composed of tall buildings.

There were many angry people everywhere, and they began to throw stones at the resident buildings of the consortiums on both sides. They pushed the statues at the entrance of the company, and some even posted canned posters all over their entrance.

"You have nothing but the smell of money on your body!"

"You are a cancer! What else can you bring to the United States disaster!?"

“We need canned food, not Wall Street!”

The slogans quickly appeared on the scene and were posted everywhere.

In the past, those consortiums with great arrogance all hid like turtles. Many companies were closed and they did not dare to let the public go in at all.

Wall Street has never been so chaotic, with people moving from one consortium to another, and finally lowering to the headquarters of the Rockefeller consortium.

Angry audience rushed into the building, and the headquarters of the Rockefeller Consortium was hit hard. Faced with this impact, the New York Police Department ignored it at all. Some policemen were still scrambling to the crowd to remind the public to be careful not to hurt themselves.

Old John Rockefeller was lucky to not be inside, and if he were there, he would definitely be thrown from the rooftops by the people.

The highest-ranking person in charge of the Rockefeller Consortium Headquarters is John Rockefeller Jr. This guy is so beaten up by the public and his face is swollen and scared.

When the people grabbed his collar and brought him out, they faced the roars of thousands of people. The gatekeeper of the Rockefeller Consortium, who had once stomped his feet in the United States, was so scared that he trembled all over. He looked at the people, his eyes full of fear. He couldn't say a word.

"Rockefeller must give us an explanation!"

"Rockefeller must be responsible for the death of canned land!"

“If they hadn’t used stimulants, the can wouldn’t have died!”

The people were yelling, and many people were rushing up.

John Rockefeller Jr. trembled in fear and said stammeringly: "The Rockefeller Consortium will give up the racecourse and change it to the canned racecourse."

"Who likes your racecourse!"

"We don't care! We want canned food!"

The people did not agree at all.

John Rockefeller, little, looked pitifully at Hoover standing not far away from him, begging all over his face.

At this time, I used a color on Hoover. Although I have never had a good impression of the Rockefeller Consortium, if John Rockefeller Jr. had something to do at least, it would only make things more messy and would definitely put shame on the can.

Hoover also understood what I meant and worked with Coolidge to appease the people.

John Rockefeller Jr. finally knelt down to the canned corpse on behalf of the Rockefeller consortium in front of tens of thousands of people, and promised to publicly apologize in the media across the country.

The people were still not satisfied. At Coolidge's suggestion, Gans stood up on behalf of DreamWorks and announced that he would file a lawsuit in court after Christmas, suing the Rockefeller consortium for the despicable behavior of using stimulants. In this way, the march began to flock to the New York securities market.

There is where the economic crisis breaks out and where people's suffering begins.

Now, no matter how heavy the suffering is, people are no longer afraid of it, just because of a horse.

When we arrived at the New York stock market, it had already become a crowd. In front of the tall staircase of the New York stock market, in front of the tall statue of Washington, the canned corpses were solemnly placed, and many people put the flowers they brought in their hands on the canned ones.

I was elected by the people to the tall ladder.

They hope I can say something.

Looking at the faces below, my head was blank and I didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Corleon, tell us something!"

"Tell me something!"

People shouted loudly, and many reporters even put the microphone in front of me.

I know that what I'm talking here today will spread throughout the United States.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very happy. Really, I'm very happy." My first sentence made people stunned, and many people even suspected that they had heard it wrong.

The cans are dead. What else can I be happy about?

"I am happy for the can. If it knew that you would love it so much, and know that it can re-aware that it can use its own running to make you realize the beauty of life and life, it would be happy."
To be continued...