“To get back to the main point, the protagonist of this story is a [N-word], and his family makes a living by growing cotton for others.”

“Cotton,” Faust thought for a moment, then decisively closed his mouth.

“This [N-word] lost his mother when he was very young.”

“His mother passed away?” Faust asked subconsciously.

“No, she was captured.”

“What happened? Who captured her?” Faust pressed.

“Well, actually, this [N-word]'s parents were a homosexual couple.”

“That's just too correct,” Faust said unconsciously, then realized that what he said might be inappropriate, and decisively closed his mouth.

He really wanted to ask, since the [N-word]'s parents were a homosexual couple, where did the [N-word] come from?

But that was even more incorrect and even more unaskable.

However, Li Ang seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile, “The [N-word] wasn't bought with soda or picked up from a garbage heap. One day, his dad was swimming in the river and found a big watermelon floating from upstream. He fished it out, cut it open, and found a five-foot-eleven-inch baby lying inside.”

Faust, an ordinary townsman from Hamelin, had never heard the story of Momotaro, but that didn't stop him from complaining, “A five-foot-eleven-inch baby, does this protagonist have giant blood?”

Li Ang glanced at him coldly and said, “What? Are you discriminating against giants?”

“No, no, I wouldn’t dare.” Faust shook his head like a rattle drum. Under the rule of Her Majesty the Ice Queen, those things that were once considered “monsters” and “demons” now also have human rights.

In the capital of the Kingdom of Lorn, countless ‘Minority Intelligent Life Rights Protection Committees’ have been set up to fight for the rights of species such as goblins, trolls, ogres, kobolds, and griffons.

Discriminating against kobolds, like discriminating against African residents, is now a serious crime in the Kingdom of Lorn.

“Good that you’re not discriminating.”

Li Ang nodded and continued, “This little [N-word]'s dad is the son of the local tribal chief, and his mom is a commoner in the tribe. The couple is very much in love,

But the chief is narrow-minded and extreme, so he captured his dad, so the couple cannot be together.

So in fact, it was his dad who was captured, and his dad is his mom.”

“What is this mess?!” Faust's eyes twitched, not knowing what expression to make.

“Anyway, that’s how it is,” Li Ang spread his hands. “His mom told the [N-word] from a young age that no matter what, he must find his dad.

So the [N-word] practiced all kinds of martial arts from a young age and became a master at growing cotton in the village.”

“So what is the connection between martial arts and growing cotton?!” Faust subconsciously began to complain automatically.

“This year, the [N-word] finally reached the age of eighteen. He felt that he had the ability to go on a great adventure, to get his father back from his grandfather and grandfather.”

“That's not easy.”

“Of course.” Li Ang said, “Before leaving, the [N-word] got several magical treasures from his mom, namely watermelon, watermelon, and another watermelon.”

“Isn’t that all watermelon?”

“It’s different.” Li Ang said plausibly, “These three watermelons have different functions. One watermelon is big and round, hollow inside, and you can get inside at night and use it as a sleeping bag.

One watermelon is round and flat, strong and reliable, and can be thrown out as a frisbee when necessary, serving as a weapon.

One watermelon is square and flat and very tough. It can be hung around the waist as an African drum, and you can walk along the road while playing and singing. The songs are also very rich, such as 'I Really Want to Plant for Another Five Hundred Years' and 'Journey to the West to Pick Cotton'.”

According to the traditional crosstalk routine, at this time, Faust, as the straight man, should say, "Well, then, why don't you give us a section of this song?"

However, Faust was neither a professional straight man nor dared to ask any further questions, so he could only look at the sky silently, pretending that nothing had happened.

It’s just that the straight man's lack of cooperation does not affect Li Ang's performance alone.

He slapped the table and started singing ballads with various theme songs from *Journey to the West*, such as "The [N-word], the [N-word], you are really amazing. The cotton farm can't hold you down, grape soda really quenches your thirst."

“Slave ship, ship over there, carrying [N-word] and three Mexicans, working in the plantation, working until sunset~”

Faust swore that if it weren't for the fact that he might not be able to beat the other party, he would have fought this oriental monk to the death (to prove that he had nothing to do with racial discrimination).

After Li Ang finished singing, he continued: "The little [N-word] sang this ballad to cheer himself up while boarding the slave ship to the Kingdom of Lorn."

“Wait, wait,”

Faust couldn't help but ask, "How did he get on the slave ship? Wasn't he looking for his dad?"

Li Ang spread his hands, "Yes, his dad took a slave ship to this land a long time ago, responding to the talent introduction plans in various regions, to live a good life."

“”

The expression on Faust's face was like constipation. He didn't know what lines to use to continue.

“The little [N-word] heard that his dad found a good job in an institution in the north of the Kingdom of Lorn.”

Li Ang smiled and said: "The person in charge of that institution is very kind. He believes that the current African residents cannot live on subsidies alone. They have to find a way to learn something, have a skill, be able to earn money to support their families, and provide a better educational environment for their children."

“Um”

Faust hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "Sounds pretty normal."

The story has now intersected with the world of the script mission, and Faust was not sure how to answer the other party for a while.

“You think so too.” Li Ang waved to all the onlookers, “You may not have heard of that institution.

They are exactly the same as the original plantation model.

It also allows African residents to sell their labor day and night to make money for the white masters. African residents who do a good job can also be freely bought and sold and transported to other institutions.”

"That's impossible!"

Faust said decisively: "Under the call of Her Majesty the Ice Queen, no one can oppress African brothers and sisters anymore, let alone buy and sell them.

Even if this kind of thing really happens, it will definitely be opposed and打击 by everyone, and it is impossible to exist!"

“You don’t understand.”

Li Ang smiled and said: "The name of the institution that relies on African workers to sell their labor to make money, just like the plantation, is NBA,

The full name is National Basketball Association, which is a commercial organization that specializes in hiring people to play basketball."