Subtitle of this chapter: Fuck 404!

Mr. Louis Baker, who was walking behind Yuan Yan, suddenly showed a strange look and asked loudly at a young lady holding a camera in the crowd, "Ms. Pulitzer, why are you here?"

The lady was only in her early twenties. Apart from her face being a little bit taller, she could be considered pretty, but her expression was too cold and she lost what women should have... the soft charm that women in 1920 should have.

Miss Pulitzer also said in surprise: "It's you, Mr. Baker!"

She pointed to the camera on her chest and said, "Aren't I here to interview?"

Mr. Baker asked curiously: "Have your father, Mr. Herbert Pulitzer, promised you to be a reporter?"

The other party curled his lips and said, "I agreed, but I am just a photojournalist. By the way, I look like you are familiar with that... neo-yuan?"

Mr. Baker nodded and said, "Our relationship is really good, and my grandfather admires him very much."

The reporter's eyes rolled and immediately asked with a professional sensitivity: "Can you find me a chance to have an exclusive interview with him?"

"I'll help you ask." Louis Baker agreed happily, then stepped forward and approached Master Yuan and asked, "Neo, Miss Pulitzer of Le Monde wants to interview you, look..."

Yuan Yan suddenly turned her head and looked at the reporter's lady, turned to "Shelf's"... Well, now it should be called "Watson", and squeezed his eyes and said with a teasing: "Since it's your 'friend', then I'm naturally fine..."

Mr. Baker's old face turned red and he lowered his voice: "We, we are just ordinary friends."

Master Yuan said in surprise: "I didn't say you are not ordinary friends!"

"Neo, you guy..."

In this way, the group of them finally arrived before the bell tower, with the complex eyes of the students around them under the spotlight.

At this time, there were already a circle of people here, and several enthusiastic people pulled the bed sheets and prepared to catch our Mr. Mike Baldwin.

Vice President Conant, Professor Adams and Professor Klein did not leave the campus that night. The three of them stood aside and looked at the noisy campus with a very ugly expression. Of course, the expressions of the 3KKK Knights and the Jewish Professor seemed even more depressed.

"Woooooooooooooo, $5,000..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooo, I don't want to live anymore..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooo go away..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Jump, you jump. Didn’t Takakura jump? Tangta jumped too, you jumped too...

Yuan Hongjian is worthy of being a movie lover. He has even watched this movie "The Chase" that fascinated his fathers.

Seeing them coming, Vice President Conant quickly came forward and said, "Mr. Yuan, is it time to announce the news now? Otherwise, it would be a bad thing to kill someone."

Our Master Yuan's face was not changing, and he looked at the Mike who wanted to jump but didn't dare to jump, and waved casually, "Don't worry, let him blow the wind on it."

Yuan Yan suddenly turned around and looked around. He saw that the hundreds of people on campus had strange faces, pale faces, dull eyes, strange postures, disheveled clothes, and drunkenness... They really looked like the zombies who chose people in "The Walking Dead" and "Resident Evil".

"Master Ball, what 'God-anti-Genuine Equipment: T Virus' did not appear in this timeline, right?"

"Host, there is no. If you want this stunning pretentious thing, then just complete the stunning mission: the rise of umbrella. Mission content: Build the world's largest pharmaceutical company within ten years."

"Master Ball, wait a moment. To complete this task, it means that I will change history significantly. Wouldn't I be erased?"

"Host, it won't. Once you accept the anti-natal task, the s value will be frozen until the end of the task period."

Yuan Yan suddenly heard this and felt a little moved, two moves, three moves, aren't this talking about it...

Forget it, now is not the time to consider this issue. If I have the opportunity, I will have a good understanding of various heaven-defying tasks.

Our Master Yuan smiled at the pile of zombies and walked up the steps in front of the bell tower with agility. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!"

It's so rude, there's not even a person who can whistle it.

"Hahaha, it's not raining today."

It seems that the blow is indeed a bit big, and I can't even exchange greetings.

"Okay, let's just talk about the serious matters. Everyone knows the outcome of the election, right?"

"404! Fuck 404! Woo woo woo..."

That's right, this number really should be fucking!

Yuan Yan suddenly looked in the sound and found that "Fuck 404" was called out by Mike from the bell tower.

The election results on this timeline are exactly the same as that time. The Republicans got 404 of the 531 electoral votes, while the Democrats got only 127. Then the difference between the two is 277.

In other words, this shocking bet that had not happened on the timeline did not affect the election results on this timeline at all.

After all, our Master Yuan started to receive bets at 12 o'clock. At this time, most of the people in Nyu had already voted, and most of them were originally voted for the Democratic Party. By the time the news was well known, it was already five or six o'clock. At this time, the voting in all parts of the country was about to end.

So even if there is some impact, it is very small. Don’t forget that the US election adopts the principle of “winner-takes all”. One million votes or one hundred votes are different between two parties in a state, and it will not affect the electoral votes.

Hearing Mr. Baldwin's sadness on the top of the bell tower, everyone present showed a sad look, and some girls and weak boys also cried out "whimper".

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo, it's over. $1,000, where can I go to find $1,000..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Wuwuwu, you're really finished. Fortunately, I only custodged $100..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Yuan thought to himself, this is really a river of spring water flowing eastward, and there is no way to cry about it...

"Pika Pika. Host, don't always copy his poems, okay?"
Chapter completed!