North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 209

  Chapter 209 April Fool's Day Surprise

   Time came to April 1st in a blink of an eye.

Today is April Fool's Day.

   Dean is off today.

  Because I didn't come back for many days.

  Under the life-threatening serial calls of his mother Sheila, he returned home honestly, followed his little brother Thompson, lay on the sofa, and watched TV.

   Today Sinclair went out on a date.

   Thompson is not interested in entertainment programs such as talk shows, so he directly transferred to popular science programs.

  On TV, the origin of April Fool's Day is being popularized:

   This festival originated from a calendar reform in France in 1564.

At that time, the king of France wanted to start the new year on January 1, so he changed the calendar that used to start the new year on April 1. During the implementation of the new calendar, some old-fashioned people opposed this reform and insisted on following the old system. , rejecting the new calendar.

   These old stubborn people still exchange gifts on April 1st and organize activities to celebrate the New Year.

   Those who advocate reform expressed their displeasure with the practices of these conservatives.

In order to mock these old guys, those who support reform, on April 1st, they gave fake gifts to those diehards, invited them to a fake celebration, and called these fooled people "baited fish". ".

   Since then, because they fooled each other on this day, it has become a popular custom in France for a long time.

   By the 18th century.

  Such customs and habits spread to the Commonwealth, and finally, in the Great Immigration of the Commonwealth, those early immigrants brought it to the land occupied by the United States today, and with the strength and prosperity of the United States, it radiated the world.

  The end of the show.

  The 'history' professor of popular science said in a self-assured tone: "The spread of national culture must be accompanied by a strong national power. We have reason to believe that whether it is the Eastern Hemisphere or the Western Hemisphere, in the end, in terms of ideology, they will tend to the great America!"

  The younger brother Thompson curled his lips in disdain when he heard this: "Dean, I actually don't understand that scholars who study history in the Commonwealth of America, does this immigrant country have a so-called history?"

  In his view, this federal country is nothing but a huge combination of interests.

Vested interests have set up various measures to allow more ordinary citizens to enjoy various happy education and generous benefits, so that it is difficult for them to have enough motivation to work hard when they are satisfied, causing them and their descendants to be unable to Have enough knowledge and vision to make a class transition.

   As a smart person.

   Thompson saw through these things early on, and began to consciously learn about the law.

   Hearing the little brother's complaints.

  Dean smiled: "The history of the United States, in fact, can be summed up as massacre colonization, slave trade, civil war, and economic plundering of the world.

   These things are not glamorous.

  If there were no so-called "scholars and experts" for beautification, there would not be so many people in the Commonwealth of America every year, "coming here for fame". "

  Although this federal country has many world-renowned universities and research institutions, these universities, in addition to cultivating local talents, also have a big reason, which is to siphon a large number of elites from other countries.

  The Commonwealth of America spends a large sum of money every year to build up public opinion and guide the younger generation of all countries to yearn for this prosperous country.

  The continuous supply of excellent blood is also one of the main reasons why this short-lived federation has been able to maintain its vigorous vitality.

  However, because the composition of immigrants is too complex, there are many internal problems. After the economic growth has fallen into a slump, internal conflicts and civic sentiments can only be transferred to some "innocuous" things.

  Let's not talk about these for now.

  Dean briefly taught his younger brother the logical thinking of seeing the essence through phenomena, and then changed the subject: "Thompson, I heard from my mother that you often go to court to listen in recently?"

   "Yes, I used to be very curious about the relationship between men and women, but after getting along for a few times, I found them too boring." Thompson yawned: "I have to think about the next generation of our family!"

   Dean: "???"

  A child who is only fifteen years old, after a few partners, is his thinking so mature?

  He looked at his little brother in amazement: "Thompson, I have to remind you, this is home, not your little girlfriend's big pink wooden bed, and there is no need for you to draw big cakes for your own brother!"

  Thompson rolled his eyes: "Dean, be serious, I just recently dated a girl from a rich family, and she made me realize a very cruel thing."

"whats the matter?"

   "Mere effort is useless."

   Thompson slumped lazily on the carpet, opened his hands, and looked at the ceiling:

  “Although I have enough confidence that I can go to the best university in the United States, I don't have the confidence that I can earn a lot of money and have a high status in the future.

  I can't be that smart, let alone my offspring.

  But those descendants of the rich can easily enjoy the best resources, enter the field that the elders have cultivated, and have a lot of resources for trial and error and growth.

  Their elders have helped them complete the primitive accumulation.

   And our family, it seems that this concept has not been formed yet! "

   Speaking of which.

   Thompson showed a resolute look on his face, and said in an affirmative tone:

   "As the smart guy in the family, I'm aware of this problem and I'm ready to move in this direction.

  Brother is hopeless.

   Dean, work hard!

  When the time comes, you will become a high-level police officer, and I will become a rising star in the Department of Justice.

  We brothers, join hands, you take the police badge and pistol, I take the hammer and the law, we work together to become bigger and stronger.”

  Dean looked at the little brother who was getting more and more excited, and patted his forehead: "Dude, have you just ended your virginity in the past few days?"

   As soon as the words came out.

   Thompson's impassioned speech came to an abrupt end.

  He smiled, stretched out his little hand, put his thumb on top of his index finger, and rubbed it together: "Yes, I still use the other party's pocket money to open a house and buy a small umbrella. Dean, can you give me some pocket money~"

  Dean shrugged: "Of course this is no problem, but you should think about it first, how to explain to your mother that you stole the forbidden fruit."

  Hearing this, Thompson froze.

  He tilted his head back, facing his upper back, with his hands on his hips, lowered his head, and looked down at his mother

broken.

   Dean, this bastard, didn't even remind himself!

evening.

  Sinclair just returned home with a sack of 'harvest'.

  Sheila gave her a warm hug, and at the same time took the opportunity to scan the outside suspiciously, trying to find if there were any little **** hiding around to send her daughter back!

  What happened to Thompson left her with lingering fears.

  My son is making cabbage. As a mother, although Sheila is a little embarrassed, at most she will silently put a box of small umbrellas on her son's bedside, lest she become a grandma early.

  But if someone beats his eleven-year-old daughter! !

   Then Sheila will be happy to bring the double-barreled shotgun in her room, and talk to the parents of the other party about what self-esteem and self-love are!

   The Sinclairs are big imps.

  She rolled her eyes at her mother: "Come on, Sheila, I'm not interested in those little kids my age, help me get the spoils, I'm exhausted today."

   When speaking.

  Sinclair's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were slightly distracted.

  Listen only from the sound.

  She had a good day.

   "Boots?"

  Sheila took the sack from Sinclair's hand, opened it, and found that there were dozens of small plaster animals the size of a baby's fist in the one-meter-long sack.

"What's this?"

"This is a plaster sculpture. Today on April Fool's Day, when my little sister and I were shopping at the market, we saw someone playing a ring game. There are ten small plastic rings for a dollar. Whichever one is in the ring, you can take it away. One, I've got a good shot."

living room.

  Dean crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking at the dirty little girl at the door, frowning slightly.

  Sinclair's demeanor, something is wrong.

  It's a bit like. Hi there.

  This is really a little April Fool's surprise.

  (end of this chapter)

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