Of course Duke Philip has come to the road.

For him, nothing is more important than the Conservatives' victory in the next general election.

"Dear Song, I will reconsider your affairs, but now you need to show some sincerity to let me understand if you are a good friend?" Duke Philip said with a very greeting.

Song Zhichao smiled and glanced at the old housekeeper.

"It's okay, he is an old man here, so he won't spread anything randomly."

Song Zhichao nodded, then approached Philip and whispered a few softly.

Philip's eyes lit up immediately, "Are you really that?"

"If the Duke doesn't believe it, you can ask someone to investigate whether what I said is true!" Song Zhichao told the inside story of the Labor Party and the Democratic and Liberal Party that he knew in his previous life.

Specifically, the Labor Party promised the Democratic Liberal Party’s interests in the future of several major British divisions. And after the election, the Labor Party will guarantee to arrange multiple Liberals to hold important government positions.

"Damn it, they're cheating! They're insulting politics!" Duke Philip stood up and roared with fists.

"Dear Duke, politics never pays attention to means or not, it only pays attention to the results - I think you are in a bad mood, so I'd better say goodbye first!" Song Zhichao stood up and said.

"Okay, if I verify the facts, I will contact you!" Duke Philip still didn't believe Song Zhichao's words very much.

Song Zhichao nodded, exchanged a few more greetings before leaving the Duke's mansion.

Behind the old housekeeper couldn't help but lean forward and said, "Dear Duke, I see this Chinese man's eyes and words are cunning. He is not an ordinary person. You must be careful!"

"Do you think I don't know? But now I can't think about it so much. If those guys from Labor really join forces with the Liberal Democrats, our Conservatives will definitely lose this election!" At this point, Philip immediately instructed the housekeeper and said, "Go and arrange some people to find out for me. I want to know the truth! I want to obtain all the information about those guys from Labor's election!"

The old butler bowed respectfully and said, "As for orders! Lord Duke!"

...

Streets of London—

At the door of a McDonald's-

There was a bustling crowd of black and white people crowded here, some even carrying children with red balloons in their hands.

Song Zhichao didn't want to eat McDonald's. He thought McDonald's was junk food, and eating too much was not good for his health.

However, Du Chunmei kept pestering him and said that when she came to the UK, she would taste the taste of McDonald's in the UK, and see if it was the same as in Hong Kong.

Seeing so many people, Du Chunmei was also shocked. When she asked the people around her, she realized that today's McDonald's anniversary reward was not a buy-one get-away, but it was also a big promotion, so so many people were there to visit.

Song Zhichao was unwilling to wait in line, so he found a place to sit down and asked for a bottle of mineral water to drink. Such a arduous task in line was of course to be handed over to the young and powerful bodyguard Ruan Jun.

Du Chunmei bought an ice cream to catch up with Song Zhichao. She looked at Ruan Jun line up and said, "It's a bitter brother Jun, it's a hot day."

Song Zhichao knocked her forehead with his finger, "Do you know you feel sorry for someone at this time? Why do you have to eat McDonald's!"

Du Chunmei said aggrievedly: "Have you been waiting in line for a long time? According to your words, the Revolution is just about to win with the last shot. You can't turn around and leave, right?"

"You're just going to care about it!"

"Haha, I'm not a lawyer. I like to reason with others the most!" Du Chunmei smiled.

While Song Zhichao was chatting and joking with Du Chunmei, he saw the queue quarrel.

The quarrel was a black man and a white man in his thirties.

The black man was very strong and shouted to the white man, "What guy did you just say? Are you calling me a nigger?"

The white man defended: "I have never said this, it was you who said it yourself! I just reminded you not to jump into the line and let you abide by order!"

"Hey man, now I'm not talking to you about order or not. I'm asking if you've scolded me?" The black man shoved the white man.

The white man was obviously a little scared and took a step back and said, "I haven't said it!"

"Have you said it before? But my ears heard it! Are you looking for death? Are you impatient? Are you?" The strong black man waved his fists at the white man.

Those who didn't know the truth were also talking about it.

“How can there be racism?”

"It's too inappropriate. Although he is a black man, he can't discriminate against him!"

The white man was almost crying.

He could swear to Jesus that he had never spoken the word "nigger". Instead, he was constantly framed by this black man and pushed him.

Oh my God, what kind of world is this?

Can these black people be lawless just by relying on being discriminated against?

"Man, look at your expression, I deserve a beating!" The strong black man pushed the white man away again.

The white man staggered and almost squatted on the ground.

The white people around him and the black people looked at him, and no one sympathized with him, and they all felt that he was worthy of death.

The strong black man was even more proud. He tried this trick many times. As long as he looked at a white man who didn't like it or falsely accused him of racial discrimination, the other party would definitely become the target of public criticism.

Just then—

Song Zhichao stood up and helped the white man who was framed.

It turned out that the man almost squatted in front of Song Zhichao just now. Song Zhichao could not sit idly by, especially seeing the white man's expression of grievance, he helped.

Who knew that this would anger that strong black man.

The strong black man pointed at Song Zhichao's nose: "Man, what are you doing? Are you helping him?"

Song Zhichao looked at the threatening face of the strong black man and nodded, "You almost hurt him, I'll forget it if I think the matter is done!"

"Oh God, who do you think you are? The Savior, Jesus?" said the strong black man sneered.

Song Zhichao glanced at him and said, "Even if discrimination is wrong, have you ever thought about why you are discriminated against?"

Strong black man: “…?!”

He was stunned for a moment and sneered, "What do you mean? Are you teaching me? Poor guy, you don't know what you are doing!" He gritted his teeth and was about to go up to teach Song Zhichao a lesson.

But before the strong black man could walk to Song Zhichao, he was stopped by someone.

Ruan Jun stared at the black man coldly, saying nothing, and doing nothing.

"Damn it, what are you?" The black man was angry, and fisted and hit Ruan Jun in the head.

With a bang!

Ruan Jun arrives first!

He punched the black man in the forehead.

With a thud, the black man fainted directly on the ground.

There was a silence around.
Chapter completed!