The Strongest Skill System

It wasn't difficult for Ye Mo to understand English anymore. Even reading the latter part of the text wasn't difficult for him anymore.    

    

"This man is called Heidler. His ancestors were once one of the largest landlords in the south. They bought as many as a hundred thousand slaves, and 90,000 of them were black."    

    

Ye Mo was listening to the man on the TV. Ma Ke had already brought in some food to introduce him.    

    

"What a cunning man." Ye Mo said.    

    

It was easy to get more support for his opposition to fairness by coming up with ideas that were the law of nature. There would even be big tycoons and big councilors among these supporters, and there would only be a lot more, because those people wanted to control others to create more wealth for them.    

    

On the other hand, Ma Ke's side were mostly people who were usually oppressed by capitalists, and because of history, these people who suffered from injustice were mostly black people living in the lower levels of society.    

    

There was still a long way to go.    

    

"Yes, while I was lobbying for freedom and equality, I was sent by him to assassinate him four times. God has eyes, I have lived until now."    

    

"I never thought that in an era as open-minded as this, there would actually be someone who would dare to publicly praise the nature of a slave. This is truly treacherous in the heart of men."    

    

Heidler's voice came out of the TV, "And that Chinese 'touch..." "No matter what, I don't understand why the Chinese would give such a weird name, but he was actually nominated by the Nobel Peace Prize."    

    

Heidler put on a "Oh my God" expression. "The Peace Prize Committee people are really crazy. How can an author who writes an essay on the laws of nature get a Peace Prize?"    

    

Shouldn't the peace prize be awarded to those America soldiers who had their heads smashed and their blood boiling in the Middle East?    

    

Shouldn't it be issued to the arms dealers who make the weapons?    

    

If not for these soldiers and their weapons, where would the peace come from?    

    

If we did not bury the nuclear bomb under our territory, how would everyone be able to live in such a heaven like America? "    

    

The host said, "So you want to say that a Chinese author who has written a few paragraphs is not qualified to receive a peace prize?"    

    

"Yes, he didn't do anything, he only wrote a few fairy tale stories in the newspaper. If he can also win a peace prize like this, then I should receive it, you, him, and everyone else should receive it, because we are living in the fairytale world, look outside, what a beautiful world!"    

    

The applause suddenly became very enthusiastic.    

    

The host gave him a thumbs-up.    

    

The entire interview program was jubilant, but it was actually a bunch of demons chatting.    

    

"The Nobel Peace Prize is a challenge to the laws of nature, and it should not accept Mo Ye's nomination. If this Chinese person really obtains the prize, then I will consider using 80% of my wealth to set up the" Heidler Prize "in my lifetime, and from now on, I will be at odds with the Nobel Prize."    

    

"Oh, Heidelscheidler..."    

    

The audience cheered.    

    

"Mo Mr Ye, coming to America this time will greatly boost our efforts. Facing the strong resistance of the" Heideler Party ", everyone will feel their own insignificance. When they find out that you have come, they will be as happy as a Christian seeing God."    

    

Before he came, Ye Mo did not feel that his arrival would be that important.    

    

Now that he had seen the interview, he finally understood why Mark had called him in at this time.    

    

In this fight for equality, Ma Ke's side's resources were limited. Even if they used all of their strength, they would still be like guards recharging the ocean.    

    

They might succeed in the end, but the process was difficult.    

    

His appearance was a powerful form of excitement, it would make their mental strength grow again.    

    

In the face of the pressure of the great capitalists, the spiritual force became a powerful weapon for those who shouted equality in the corners.    

    

Unknowingly, Ye Mo had to shoulder such a great burden. He did not expect Ye Mo to carry it, but he will actively bear it.    

    

"Faith is everyone's bullet. At any time or place, you can attack the enemy. According to the time, let me meet with everyone!"    

    

"Considering the time constraints you have, I was planning on holding a big speech tomorrow, but the date listed is the day after tomorrow, so today and tomorrow, I will have one of my employees accompany you to relieve your boredom."    

    

While saying this, Ma Ke winked at Ye Mo. Unfortunately, Ye Mo felt that foreigners like to make rich expressions when they speak, so he didn't notice the expression on Ma Ke's face.    

    

Actually, Ye Mo also wanted to see how the lives of the people of America were like, and he could take this opportunity to take a look around.    

    

So he said, "OK!"    

    

After leaving the hotel, Ma Ke quickly announced to the media that Mo Ye had arrived at America, and this news quickly spread throughout the entire America.    

    

Many people were very excited about this, and they were even rushing from all over the country to meet the great spiritual leader of freedom.    

    

Ye Mo, on the other hand, slept in a very different time.    

    

Around noon, someone knocked on the door.    

    

Ye Mo looked at the time, it just so happened to be the time that he and Ma Ke arranged for the employee to come over. It was indeed punctual.    

    

However, Ye Mo had recuperated enough. He stood up and opened the door …    

    

Ye Mo was stunned.    

    

"So white!"    

    

Ye Mo said subconsciously in Chinese.    

    

"What?" The America girl outside asked in English.    

    

"Oh, you are so beautiful."    

    

Ye Mo immediately switched to English and said. This America girl looked like the actress Jessica Alba, but her skin was very white. From Ye Mo's perspective, she looked better.    

    

In the end, the girl looked Ye Mo up and down. She seemed to despise him and said, "My name is Eva and you are Ma Ke's customer, Mr. Mo?"    

    

It seemed that Ma Ke didn't reveal his identity to her. He was probably afraid that someone would come to assassinate him.    

    

"Yes, I'm his client."    

    

Ye Mo emphasized on his identity again to tell himself that he would be interacting with Eva as a customer in the future.    

    

"It seems like what was said in those Chinese movies wasn't wrong at all. When you Chinese are discussing business, you guys like to play with unwritten rules."    

    

"What?"    

    

"Because you came, Ma Ke told me to accompany you. He was fighting for freedom and equality, but he pushed me into a fiery pit."    

    

Ye Mo was speechless, "How did I become a fire pit? I didn't want to play with you, but you're really pretty. "