I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Just then, a warm hand gently touched Emily's cheek.

Li Ang's fingertips, with the gentle touch unique to young men, carefully wiped away the tears that had slid down Emily's cheeks.

His movements were slow and gentle, with an almost tender affection.

The sensation of fingertips brushing against Emily's skin was like a faint electric current, instantly numbing her body and causing her heart to race uncontrollably.

Emily felt a little dizzy. The area on her face where Li Ang's fingertips had touched suddenly became hot and the heat gradually spread, even her ears started to burn.

This is a feeling she has never experienced before, having grown up in a greenhouse.

Li Ang gently cupped Emily's face and said:

"Don't cry, Emily. My parents don't want to see your tears either. They just want to see aid efforts for the homeless, to see change in society, even if it's just a little bit."

Emily didn't mind Li Ang's physical contact; in fact, she was secretly looking forward to it.

She was completely impressed by the selfless and heroic actions of Li Ang's parents.

Emily felt a strong urge to protect and follow Li Ang, the son of a hero.

She couldn't wait to become Li Ang's comrade and share with him the heavy ideal of liberating the American proletariat.

Emily rallied and said to Leon:

"I'm sorry, Li Ang, for bringing back these painful memories for you."

Li Ang smiled calmly:

"No, you don't need to apologize, Emily. On the contrary, I should thank you. You know how excited I was when I saw you marching here, organizing events for the homeless! I think we're comrades, aren't we, Emily?"

Emily was also very excited and said:

"Comrades? Yes, Li Ang, we are comrades! Like your parents, I believe that everyone deserves to be seen and helped. Even if we can only make a small sound, together we can bring about a huge change in this world."

"Well said! Emily, you're completely won over!"

Li Ang nodded vigorously, a fanboy-like smile on his face.

Emily thoroughly enjoyed the lick and her face immediately flushed.

Li Ang then revealed a perfectly timed look of curiosity and said:

"By the way, could you elaborate on how your homeless shelter program plans to proceed? I'm curious, besides speeches and appeals like this, what concrete steps will follow?"

Emily was clearly prepared for this question.

When she talks about work, she immediately switches to a confident and poised demeanor, straightens her back, and answers fluently:

"Our plan is divided into several phases. The first phase is raising awareness, like right now, by giving speeches, distributing flyers, and collecting signatures from supporters in various high-traffic neighborhoods in New York, to get more people to pay attention to the issue of homelessness."

Emily then pointed to the autograph book in her companion's hand and continued:

"The second phase is the advocacy and promotion phase. We will compile all the signatures and community opinions into a formal initiative, which will be submitted to the city councilor's office, the Housing Authority, and relevant charities, calling for increased funding for emergency shelter beds and long-term supported housing."

Li Ang listened intently to Emily's explanation, appearing very absorbed, and continued to ask further questions:

"and then?"

"Then... well, our plan is currently divided into these two steps. As for what happens next, we haven't thought about that much yet."

After Emily finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue shyly, and looked at Li Ang expectantly, saying:

"Li Ang, you'll definitely join us, right? This is an event I organized! You can start by signing your name! Every signature we get makes our voices ring louder."

As she spoke, Emily enthusiastically handed over the autograph book and pen.

Li Ang took the pen, but did not sign it immediately.

He flipped through the autograph book, which was filled with densely packed but mostly perfunctory blessings and slogans.

The enthusiasm on his face was gradually replaced by a slightly somber expression.

After flipping through the pages for a while, Li Ang sighed softly and put down his pen.

Emily asked with some doubt:

"What's wrong, Li Ang?"

Li Ang sighed again and said:

"Emily, I don't mean to offend, but after hearing your plan, I'm a little... disappointed."

"disappointment?"

Emily's smile froze.

"Yes."

Li Ang nodded and said sincerely:

"I originally thought that a girl with ideals and ambitions like you would have a very practical and effective action plan, but unfortunately, after listening to your description, I think your homeless shelter plan is not mature. It is not essentially different from the thousands of student charity activities I have seen online."

"Oh my God, Li Ang, please don't say that!"

Emily was afraid that Li Ang would misunderstand her unwavering devotion to the Dao, and she became somewhat anxious:

"We are doing this seriously! Gathering public opinion and promoting policies is the standard procedure for citizen participation! And we will follow up, and if the opportunity arises, we will launch a fundraising campaign in the future..."

"Yes, Emily, that's standard procedure!"

Li Ang interrupted Emily directly, getting straight to the point:

"That's the problem. You know, so-called standard procedures often mean inefficiency and mere formalities. Think about how many petitions city councilors receive every day? How much attention do housing authority officials take a group of high school students' signatures?"

As for charity sales... let's not even talk about how much money can be raised. Even if money is raised, after going through layers of distribution by organizations, how much of that money will ultimately reach the hands of those homeless and pitiful people, enough for a bowl of hot soup or a full meal?

Emily opened her mouth to refute, but found that Li Ang's questioning pointed directly to a huge flaw in her plan.

On its own, the homeless shelter program is indeed logically perfect and meets the standards of a public welfare model, which can help the dozen or so high school students participating in the program earn satisfactory academic credits.

But the key question is, is this activity really useful for the homeless?

Can her speeches and signatures change the homeless situation of the homeless?

Emily felt a little disappointed, and a sense of confusion and resentment at not being understood arose in her heart.

Even so, she was still eager to know the correct answer and hurriedly asked Li Ang:

"Oh my God, Leon, I swear I truly want to help those poor people. Please tell me, what do you think I should do?"

Li Ang chuckled and said:

"Are you sure you genuinely want to help the homeless, and not just go through the motions to get some academic credits?"

"Of course, Li Ang, it's absolutely true! I swear to Marx!"

"Very good, Emily, I wasn't wrong about you, we're lesbians!"

Li Ang curled his lips into a smile, his gaze fixed on the mouse hole across the street:

"If you really want to help those homeless and miserable people, the first step you need to take is definitely not to give a speech to a group of indifferent passersby or collect a bunch of meaningless signatures."

"So what should I do?"

"You should try to find out more!"

"learn?"

"Yes! I understand!"

"Understand what?"

"Understand the people you want to help, understand their living conditions, understand the difficulties they face, and understand their true needs!"