Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 118 404
Subtitle of this chapter: Fuck 404!
Mr. Louis Baker, who was walking behind Yuan Yanshu, suddenly showed a strange look and asked loudly to a young lady holding a camera in the crowd: "Miss Pulitzer, why are you here?"
The lady was no more than 20 years old. Apart from her long face, she was pretty. However, her expression was too cold and she lacked the softness and charm that a woman should have...a woman in 1920.
Miss Pulitzer was also a little surprised and said, "It's you, Mr. Baker!"
She pointed to the camera on her chest and said, "I'm here for an interview."
Mr. Baker asked curiously, "Has your father, Mr. Herbert Pulitzer, agreed to let you be a reporter?"
The other party curled his lips and said, "I agreed, but I'm just a photojournalist. By the way, it seems that you are quite familiar with that...Neo Yuan?"
Mr. Baker nodded and said, "We do have a good relationship, and my grandfather admires him very much."
The reporter rolled her eyes and immediately asked with professional sensitivity, "Can you give me a chance to interview him exclusively?"
"I'll ask for you." Louis Baker readily agreed, then took two steps forward to get close to Master Yuan and asked, "Neo, Miss Pulitzer from Le Monde wants to interview you, what do you think..."
Yuan Yan turned her head and looked at the reporter, then turned to "Holmes"... well, now he should be called "Watson", winked and said jokingly: "Since he is your 'friend', then I naturally have no problem..."
Mr. Baker's face turned red and he lowered his voice and said, "We, we are just ordinary friends."
Master Yuan said in surprise: "I didn't say you weren't just ordinary friends!"
"Neo, you bastard..."
In this way, they finally arrived in front of the clock tower under the spotlights and the complicated gazes of the NYU students around them.
At this time, a circle of people had gathered here, and several enthusiastic people were holding sheets to catch our Mr. Mike Baldwin.
Vice President Conant, Professor Adams and Professor Klein did not leave the campus that night. They stood aside, looking at the noisy campus with very ugly faces. Of course, the expressions of the Grand Knight of the KKK and the Jewish professor were even more depressed.
"Woo woo woo, 5,000 US dollars..."
"Wow, I don't want to live anymore..."
"Woo woo woo, go away..."
"Woo woo woo, I'm going to jump..."
Jump, jump. Didn't Gao Cang jump? Tang Ta also jumped, so jump too...
Yuan Hongjian is indeed a movie lover. Born in the 90s, he has even watched "The Chase" which fascinated his parents.
Seeing them coming, Vice Principal Conant hurried forward and said, "Mr. Yuan, isn't it time to announce the news? Otherwise, it would be bad if someone died."
Our Master Yuan remained calm and collected. He looked at Mike who wanted to jump but didn't dare to, and waved his hand casually, saying, "No hurry, just let him get some fresh air."
Yuan Yan turned around suddenly and looked around, and saw that the hundreds of people on the campus had strange faces, pale complexions, dull eyes, weird postures, untidy clothes, and reeked of alcohol... They really looked like the zombies in "The Walking Dead" and "Resident Evil" that chose their prey to devour.
"Master Ball, that 'God-defying Equipment: T-Virus' didn't appear in this timeline, right?"
"Host, not yet. If you want this heaven-defying thing, then just complete the heaven-defying mission: The Rise of UMBRELLA. Mission content: Build the world's largest pharmaceutical company within ten years."
"Master Ball, wait a minute. To complete this mission means I have to drastically change history. Won't I be wiped out?"
"Host, it won't. Once you accept a mission against the will of heaven, your S value will be frozen until the mission period is over."
Yuan Yan's heart was moved when she heard this. Isn't this saying...
Forget it, now is not the time to think about this issue. I will take a closer look at the various heaven-defying tasks when I have the chance.
Our Master Yuan smiled at the zombies and walked up the steps in front of the bell tower. He cleared his throat and said loudly, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!"
It was so rude, no one even said a word.
"Hahaha, today's weather...it's not raining."
It seems that the blow was indeed too great, and they couldn't even exchange pleasantries.
"Well, let's get straight to business. Everyone knows the results of the election, right?"
"404! Fuck 404! Wuuuuuuu..."
That’s right, this number should really be fucked!
Yuan Yan quickly looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Mike on the clock tower who shouted “Fuck 404”.
The election results in this timeline are exactly the same as the original one, with the Republicans getting 404 of the 531 electoral votes and the Democrats only getting 127. The difference between the two is 277.
In other words, this shocking gamble that did not happen in the original timeline did not affect the election results on this timeline at all.
After all, our Master Yuan only started accepting bets at 12 o'clock. At this time, most people in NYU had already voted, and most of them voted for the Democratic Party. By the time the news was published and widely known, it was already 5 or 6 o'clock. At this time, voting across the country was about to end.
So even if there is some impact, it is minimal. Don't forget that the US election adopts the principle of "winner takes all". The difference of one million votes or one hundred votes between the two parties in a state will not affect the electoral votes.
Hearing Mr. Baldwin , everyone present showed a sad look, and some girls and weak-willed boys also burst into tears.
"Wow, it's over. $1,000, where can I find $1,000..."
"Woo woo woo, I'm the one who's finished. You only have 1,000 dollars, and I have 2,500 dollars..."
"Woo woo woo, you're really done. Luckily I only bet $100..."
"Woo, woo, woo, beat him!"
"Woo, woo, woo, that's not right. Beat him to death!"
"Ooooooh, don't hit me in the face!"
Yuan thought to himself, this is really a river of spring water flowing eastward, there is no reason not to shed tears for this...
"Pika Pika. Host, please stop plagiarizing his poems, okay?"
"Master Ball, this just rhymes, please stop interrupting my train of thought."
