Republic of China

Chapter 296 See you or leave
Many times, people tend to have a two-level reversal of attitude towards people or things that were once extremely strict.

For example, if a young man doesn't work hard, his elder will be sad. If he didn't like pen-touzi when he was a child, he may have to carry bricks when he grows up. Compared with the two, of course pen-touzi is easier and has a higher upper limit. There are many people who regret it.

Another example is the tsundere who is temporarily happy and chases the crematorium. You never know whether the person who ignores you today will turn into a cocoon and become a butterfly in the future. Whether the classmates who have bullied you will step on the colorful auspicious clouds in the future and attend the class reunion. The stars hold the moon.

That’s why our ancestors told us to stay on top of things, as there are too many variables in this life.

The missionary in white felt the same way. Once upon a time, he hated the Orthodox Christians, and he hated the nosy Orthodox Christians even more. But now Walter was his last straw.

He believed that if Walter hadn't been there, he would have been cut to pieces by Zhao Sanyuan.

The look in his eyes that wants to kill someone cannot be hidden no matter what.

In fact, the missionary in white really underestimated Zhao Sanyuan. There was only one reason why the latter did not take action immediately.

hope.

Zhao Sanyuan still had hope. Even if there was still one person alive, he had to save people first.

In the former case, donations are wasted once they arrive.

In the northwest corner of the church, there are several bungalows with blue bricks and red tiles, and the surfaces are painted brightly.

It is said to be a photo wall, but in fact it is more like an output window for singing praises. If you don't know the inside story, you will sigh at the kindness of foreign adults when you look at any photo.

Zhao Sanyuan kicked the door and forced his way in. The force was so strong that the wooden door flew away. At this time, he no longer needed to worry about being depressed. His anger had already kept him focused.

Finally finding other sounds, Zhao Sanyuan groped deeper into the passage without hesitation.

After breaking through the door, what came into view were rows of seats. The layout looked like some kind of school, but there was no one breathing inside, let alone a child.

but!
Where is the child?

But the flaws that should be exposed cannot be hidden after all.

Soon, Zhao Sanyuan found a familiar face. In this photo, the missionary in white led many foreign guests to donate money and materials to the children. The children were moved to tears.

The underground space is not as dark and dirty as expected, but is actually more glamorous than the bungalow above.

There is an external fireplace under the outer wall of the bungalow. The strange thing is that no coal residue is seen on the soil next to the fireplace.

For the upper class, what they get is flowers and applause, but in reality they gain both fame and fortune, and they live in the same nest as the foreign devils and snakes.

Again, the times are helpless. Who doesn’t want to be proud and proud after kneeling for almost a hundred years?
Don’t the people at the bottom know?
of course I know.

However, this remaining sanity may be swallowed up by anger at any time. Walter hurriedly went up to translate and scolded the missionary in white whether he had any living children.

Some teachers write bilingual text on the blackboard, and the children enthusiastically raise their hands with moved expressions.

boom--

How can you dare to be lazy after being scared out of your wits? The missionary in white said tremblingly, but he was so frightened by Zhao Sanyuan that his legs became weak and he could not lead the way.

but.

Some worked hard to mend clothes under the eaves, while children sang around them with moved expressions.

Tell lies to people who want to hear lies, and you will be their god.

For the middle-level people, what they get is a sense of national shame. After all, the dignified foreign adults put aside their dignity and help without asking for anything in return. Reflect! Must reflect! If you have the chance, you must pack it up and run away! The air in the West must be especially sweet! Capital and brain drain!
It is even more outrageous for the lower classes. When foreigners engage in charity, they will bring morbid vanity to the general public. Those are foreigners! The West is still afraid of our mighty sky, which seems to be more pleasing to the eyes of foreign adults.

Passing through the classroom and entering the dormitory area, there are sturdy windows and chairs, neat bedding, everything is perfect except that there is no one there.

In the final analysis, Zhao Sanyuan doesn't care how hypocritical and fake this photo wall is, he just wants to find the living child.

Top, middle and bottom, all-round coverage, on the surface it seems that Yanhuang wins Ma, but fortunately we always have people with keen eyesight who will not be confused, always seek truth from facts, and always be down-to-earth.

If combined with what Master said, the water here is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"Third uncle, look!"

Zhao Sanyuan had no interest in these photos at all. He could tell from his buttocks that they were staged photos, serving the purpose of publicity to deceive the public. After all, no one would actually come to verify whether the nursery here was as advertised.

After all, no matter how stupid a person is, he will understand the truth after looking at the results.

Xiao Shuanzi pulled Zhao Sanyuan's sleeve and found many photos on a wall.

True self-confidence requires first acknowledging the gap and then constantly improving oneself, rather than just smoothing the gap with your words and my own words.

Walter asked for the general direction and told Zhao Sanyuan, who quickly rushed to check with Xiao Shuanzi.

Similar photos abound, covering entire walls.

Zhao Sanyuan then opened the fireplace and found a dark passage leading to an unknown underground place, and there was a faint cry.

The latter has a lot to say. First of all, it is to gild the picture. Once this image of a 'good person' is established, the benefits it brings are countless. Not to mention the market image, tax avoidance and money laundering alone make them want to stop.

Tell the truth to people who want to hear the truth, and you will be recognized by people.

Don't doubt that there are many people who have this kind of enchanted self-confidence. In order to make money and attract attention, many "storytellers" deliberately misinterpret patriotism and describe the Boxers who once specialized in killing foreign devils as being able to go to heaven and earth to take heads thousands of miles away. It's a cool article. There is no humility and curiosity in the group climax, only pathological expansion and illogical arrogance and complacency. The person who talks about it has no brains, and the people who read it don't have any brains either. It's a perfect match.

Some of them were working in the fields with kind eyes, and the children had moved expressions and wiped their sweat for them.

Tell the truth to people who want to hear lies, and you will be abandoned.

The truth is often harder to bear than expected.

The rich people in Yanhuang, and even the rich people in the world, do not exclude benevolent and righteous people, let alone cunning hypocrites.

This hypocritical charity to the extreme is a necessary carnival for all walks of life in the current era.

On both sides of the wall are glass showcases, inside which are young children and girls wearing pure white skirts with crosses.

When they saw a strange face suddenly appear, they all reflexively stood in a row in the window, their postures full of respect, but the fear and avoidance hidden in their eyes were not deceptive.

There is no doubt that these children have all received some kind of training. The oldest one cannot be more than seven years old. They display themselves here like commodities. I believe the reason does not need to be elaborated.

A faint cry came from deeper in the room, accompanied by an evil smile in a Western tone.

A naked missionary was hunching over a soft cave, obviously unaware of what was happening on the ground. He was checking the quality of the goods as usual.

If it's broken, throw it away and bury it. Anyway, the most important thing for the nursery is the supply of supplies.

The girl's situation is much better. After all, if she is damaged, her secrets will be exposed if she sells it. Moreover, this missionary has a special hobby.

Countless people were tortured to death by him.

But when one dies, there will be another, there is no end. The missionary looked towards the corner. There were still several goods standing there to be inspected. They were different from the finished products in the windows outside. These needed to be carefully inspected.

"come here!"

The little boy who was called instinctively ducked back. There were many new wounds on his exposed skin, and it looked like he had been beaten a lot.

But where can I retreat to in this devil's cave?

A slight disobedience will only bring more beatings and suffering. It will really make the heaven and earth unable to respond, and the earth and the earth will not work.

Just when the missionary was about to torture him again, the little boy's horrified eyes suddenly saw the 'demon' he was most afraid of suddenly fall down, revealing a relatively thin body.

He looked very thin, but he was very strong and pulled the devil's hair out.

Whenever the 'devil' cursed loudly, he would be kicked in the mouth and his teeth would fall out as if they were worthless.

"Little Shuanzi, help your third uncle release all the children from the glass showcase, and then take them to wait for me in the bungalow. Don't run around."

Zhao Sanyuan wanted to cut this idiot into pieces with a thousand cuts, but he was destroyed with a handy sword, and there was no one who could take advantage of him.

Just because you can't chop people up doesn't mean there are no other ways.

When the naked missionary was placed in the passenger seat of the car, he didn't even realize what was going on.

He was aware that someone was coming to find trouble, but according to his estimation, it could be solved in minutes, and he didn't need to worry about it at all. It wasn't until he felt a hemp rope tied around his lower body that he finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

"@#￥%!!!"

But no matter how much he struggled or begged for mercy, he was still firmly fixed on the passenger seat. He watched helplessly as the other end of the hemp rope was tied to the millstone, and watched as the Oriental boy started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

At this moment, Walter and the missionary in white just saw this scene.

After the car accelerated and rushed a certain distance, the hemp rope suddenly tightened, and another muffled bang was heard. The lower body of the passenger on the passenger seat was torn apart. Due to the great force, the organs in the abdominal cavity were also torn apart. And being pulled out, he no longer had the strength to say a word, and suffered the most heartbreaking pain.

Ignoring the dying dog, Zhao Sanyuan stopped the car and walked towards Walter, to be precise, the 'devil' leader hiding behind him.

Walter didn't say any more nonsense, and sighed as he made way out of the way. In Mr. Zhao's current state, I'm afraid God won't be able to stop him.

Ugh.
Having seen with my own eyes the inhuman abuse suffered by fellow children, I believe that no one with blood will be able to remain calm.

In recent years, this church has cooperated with a family named Liu from Yanhuang, and has been using the name of charity and orphan adoption to attract money and buy and sell people.

What's ridiculous is that it was precisely because their business was so prosperous, and the children who had been trained and sold to Europe could be sold for sky-high prices, that Dong Zheng became aware of this matter and took moral action.

What makes people powerless is that there are countless such dirty corners. Just like Zhao Sanyuan and Lao Kang once talked about what the upper class eats for every meal, and the result was a lot of soup. The same principle is true. The treasure that I dare not dream of is not even a piece of shit in the eyes of the great master. I have long been tired of playing it countless times. If I want to satisfy the increasingly difficult desires, I can only take the wrong path. This has been the same virtue throughout the ages. .

Zhao Sanyuan is a man who has seen the world, but what he has seen and heard from the porridge shop to now has refreshed his knowledge all the time.

I'm afraid those parents never dreamed that their children would suffer like this. They sacrificed everything, even their lives, just to continue their bloodline. Little did they know that from the beginning, it was a partnership between foreign devils and local profiteers from Yanhuang. They would literally eat you to the bone. Not a single scum is left.

This kind of charity will make you lose your mind.

"kowtow."

"@#￥%"

There were two crisp sounds.

Zhao Sanyuan directly kicked the white missionary's two kneecaps into pieces.

"kowtow."

Next to the burial ground full of bright flowers, Zhao Sanyuan pressed the bastard's head and smashed it to the ground.

He couldn't think of anything he could do for these children who died tragically.

The only thing I can think of is this.

The living will be gone sometimes, but the dead will never be recovered.

If I could have come earlier, if I had come here directly after leaving the porridge, could more children have been saved?
"Mr. Zhao, he is dead."

Not only after a while, Walter's voice brought Zhao Sanyuan's thoughts back to reality. The dog in his hand could no longer see its original appearance, and the whole head was beaten to pieces and was bloody.

Walter spread his hands to express his helplessness, "Mr. Zhao, it's better for you to comfort those children. They have instinctive fear when they see my face."

Zhao Sanyuan suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten those living children. Now that he had time to feel guilty, he might as well do something practical.

In the nursery, there are only a dozen or so children left. This is the second time they have entered this bright and beautiful classroom. Thinking back to the first time, they were very much looking forward to living and studying here, but unexpectedly, it was a blur when they entered here again. The next life is like dying all over again.

Seeing Xiao Shuanzi's particularly sensible and soothing mood, Zhao Sanyuan did not rush in, but patted Walter's arm, "Thank you Lao Wa, if you have nothing to do, follow me back to Shilibao and settle these children later. I’ll thank you properly after that.”

Walter shook his head, "No, Mr. Zhao, you can't take these children away, it's best to leave them to me. You must understand what I mean."

Of course Zhao Sanyuan understood the meaning.

In one sentence, I didn't appear here tonight, and I don't know the secrets here, so I can ensure that no trouble will come to my door.

"Don't worry, I will bear all the consequences. I will take these children to Nanjing, and then send them to Harbin through the Orthodox Church. When they get there, I don't have to worry about safety. When they grow up, whether they go or stay is entirely up to me. , and when I arrive in Nanjing, I will spread the news that everything here is done by me, Mr. Zhao, you only need to burn this place clean with a fire."

"Hey, Lao Wa, you said we are both foreign devils. Why is there such a big gap? You are a living god specially sent to me by God, right?"

Zhao Sanyuan was filled with emotion, and the anger in his heart was mostly relieved by Lao Wa's attitude.

I always seem to have the luck to meet noble people to help me in the most difficult times.

I never dreamed that I would be friends with a foreign devil.

But it’s still the same sentence.

The fate is so wonderful.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Zhao Sanyuan knew it was not time to be pretentious, so he immediately told the children that he would follow Walter to a new residence, a place where he could sleep peacefully.

Perhaps these poor children knew nothing but obedience, so Zhao Sanyuan didn't put in much effort.

The only means of transportation was left to Lao Wa, and he was towing a sturdy cart behind him, so it shouldn't be a problem to load the children.

"Mr. Zhao, if we are lucky, we will see you in Nanjing!"

"Wait for me, see you soon."

(End of this chapter)