Europe was a country that depended on votes.
Nothing could attract more people's support than quickly introducing benefits for the disadvantaged.
Not only that, but they would also send out negotiation teams to Hua Xia the next day.
There was no country that did not need a hand.
Compared to flying to Hua Xia, it would be more convenient to have a hand in their country. The more populous a country was, the more they needed it.
For example, the United States.
The United States had a population of 320 million, ranking third in the world.
There were two Nobel Prize laureates from the American team, and there were dozens of world-renowned doctors present at the European Medical Union.
When the American media brought the news of the hand back to their country, the American citizens were more excited than the Europeans.
Ten thousand dollars was a bargain for them.
Based on last year's statistics, the average annual income in the United States was 570,000 dollars. Even if most of the citizens who had lost their hands, their average annual income was below the average. However, it would be easier for them to fork out ten thousand dollars than most people in other countries.
Besides, the government would definitely provide subsidies.
However, compared to the reaction of the European countries, the United States did not provide subsidies.
…
Blonhill, who was 27 years old, was an American. To be more precise, he was a redneck in Texas.
"Redneck" was usually a derogatory term.
People who lived in big cities often used rednecks to describe the conservative rural people in the south.
Most of the time, rednecks were associated with guns. It was easy to think of a strong rural man standing beside a pickup truck with a shotgun.
That's right, the strong and handsome Blonhill was a typical redneck.
His family had a farm, a pickup truck, and a shotgun.
He was a little different.
Five years ago, he was accidentally shot in the wrist by a shotgun while hunting.
It was his beloved Remington M870 that caused the disaster. Back then, he had used a .41 caliber deer-hunting bullet to track down a wild boar. During the chase, the gun accidentally went off and hit his right hand. When he reached the hospital, the doctors could only amputate his right hand.
A redneck without a right hand was even worse than a plucked turkey.
Blonhill could not even be a homebody, let alone fly a pesticide plane or a pickup truck. He could not even think about getting a girlfriend.
For Bronhill, this was a boring day that had been repeated for five years.
He slumped in front of the TV, drinking beer while watching TV.
Behind the sofa was his father, who had just returned from working on the farm. Every time his father came home, the first thing he did was nag at Blonhill.
This time, his father had scolded him for being a pile of mud in the farmland. So what if he lost his right hand?
It's not like you don't have that thing between your legs. If you can't work on the farm, you can still go to the bar and arm wrestle with people with your left hand to win the attention of those girls.
Bronshear clicked his tongue and said, "Come on, what era is this? Arm wrestling is a game of your era. Lamborghinis are popular now. If you buy one for me, I guarantee it'll be more effective than winning a hundred cowboys in arm wrestling. "
"I think I can drive a Lamborghini with one hand."
Blonhill's red-necked, rosy-nosed father threw a car key at him without hesitation.
It was the key to the six-wheeled Caterpillar tractor that he had just parked in the garage.
Just as Blonhill was about to taunt his father, the CBS TV station he was watching suddenly changed from an advertisement to the news. It was five minutes earlier than usual.
"A special report on the evening news?" Bronshire read the title of the news with a puzzled expression as he drank his beer.
On the TV, the plump female host seemed to be on steroids today.
Her expression was excited, and her tone was as violent as the waves of her chest. The caption at the bottom of the screen also seemed to have been injected with adrenaline. It was excitedly playing the words "Big news, a world-shaking product has appeared at the European Medical Union."
Primordial Spirit Hand!
Primordial Spirit Hand!
The female host waved her hands and repeatedly emphasized the Primordial Spirit Hand.
Blonhill was stunned. He held the beer in his left hand and let the delicious alcohol drip on his pants.
A stark contrast was his father. His father flipped over from behind the sofa and rushed to the front of the TV. He grinned and kept saying, "Ah ~ Ah ~ Ah ~".
"Primordial Spirit Hand can drive a car."
"Primordial Spirit Hand can type and play mobile games."
"Primordial Spirit Hand can play the piano and cook."
"Primordial Spirit Hand can do anything. After the confirmation of more than nine hundred world-class medical experts, they all came to the scientific conclusion that Primordial Spirit Hand is more flexible than a real hand."
The female host on the TV kept talking, and all kinds of compliments came out of her mouth. It was even more exaggerated than the commercials on the underground websites.
But this was the biggest CBS TV station in America.
It was the European Medical Union, which had the highest academic level in the world. There were also five Nobel Prize winners and the top medical experts from all over the world.
"It'll be released on July 1st …" When Blonhill heard the date, his body started to tremble uncontrollably. Tears welled up in his eyes. The news ended.
Blonhill's father was simpler. He yelled, "Ten thousand dollars!"
"Son, just you wait. I'll buy you five Primordial Spirit Hands. We'll exchange them every six months."
Then he rushed upstairs. Two minutes later, he came down in a hurry. Instead of a stack of dollars, he was holding a double-barreled shotgun and a full magazine.
If he didn't go out and fire a few shots into the sky, he would feel like he had nowhere to vent his excitement. This was the most traditional way of celebrating.
With tears in his eyes, Blonhill took out his phone and searched for the number of the Social Security Bureau.
He wanted to ask if the Primordial Spirit Hand could be imported to America on July 1st.
The first time, the signal was busy …
The second time, the signal was busy …
The shotgun went off for almost twenty times outside the house, but the phone was still busy …
Blonhill was going crazy.
Seven more days!
Blonhill felt like he would rather die in the next seven days.
Wait …
Blonhill suddenly remembered that the company that developed the Primordial Spirit Hand was Monster Industries.
So if he went to Hua Xia before July 1st …
The idea of going abroad grew into a towering tree in less than two seconds.
Blonhill, who had never left the country since he lost his right hand, immediately went to the computer to check the flight information.
There were a total of thirteen flights to Hua Xia in the United States.
Bloomhill inquired about the flights in two days, but the flights in Seattle, Chicago, Boston, Los Angeles, and San Francisco were all full …
All the flights, economy and first class, were all full.
It was the same for the second day, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, until half a month later, all the flights were full.
Blonhill was completely dumbfounded. He had never seen such a bizarre thing.
He couldn't give up just like that. There had to be another way.
Blonhill panicked in front of the computer. Then he suddenly thought of flying to Japan and then to Hua Xia.
He had seen the news that millions of people from Hua Xia went to Japan for shopping every year. The flights there must be more frequent than the United States.
However, Blonhill was mercilessly attacked again.
All the flights from Japan to Huaxia that he could check were full without exception, and this continued until half a month later.
It was the same for Japan, Korea, Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand.
He couldn't give up. Blonhill took out his passport, opened the world map, and checked the locations of the countries that could be exempted from passports.
His hard work paid off, and Bronshear finally came up with a route.
From the United States to Egypt, from Egypt to Saudi Arabia, from Saudi Arabia to Niger, from Niger to Nigeria.
Nigeria, a country in the corner that he had never heard of, actually had a flight to China a day.
He had just managed to grab the last ticket.
He booked the ticket in the fastest time in his life. He didn't even have time to pack his clothes.
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