"It seems that Hua Hua still hasn't seen the wrong person. I used to think that Zhang Tong was just the owner of a small restaurant. I didn't expect him to have such a big industry. And even the central leaders came to their wedding, so they have a good face. ”

Zhang Tong's wedding was very lively, the product launch was very lively, and the scene was also very grand. As a result, the guests couldn't help but start discussing after the dismissal.

Someone else especially ran to Zhang Haisheng and said: "Haisheng, you didn't expect that Zhang Tong to have this identity." ”

Zhang Haisheng was as disgusting as eating a fly, he directly picked up this classmate, and then left without saying a word. After all, what do you want him to say? Do you want to compliment him against his will?

In particular, Zhang Haisheng also noticed at the time that there were some central reporters driving cameras at the back of the hall to shoot at the wedding scene.

At that time, I thought it was Zhang Tong who found a camera to record the wedding scene. After thinking about it, I felt that something was wrong, and those people seemed to be professional journalists.

But I just don't know what they're shooting.

Zhang Haisheng's doubts were quickly answered. Because in the national news at noon the next day, three minutes were specially allocated to the broadcast.

On the national news channel, the two hosts were dressed in decent suits and read the script in a serious manner.

"Recently, China has released a series of major inventions in the hive......"

In the news, Zhang Tong was described as a model for returnees in the new era. He led the returnees to contribute their efforts to the development of the country and the great cause of mankind. And a number of technologies have been invented to break the foreign oligopoly. Taking advantage of the homecoming, the corner overtook was made.

The national television station standard is equipped with Zhang Tong's magnificent face, which is simply the opening model of the central propaganda. If it is paired with BGM, it will be a taste of the pioneer of the era. The smell was so overwhelming.

The reason for such propaganda is naturally because it has to counter some reports from foreign media.

Because of last night's live broadcast, Zhang Tong was a hard pit for those foreign media. Like Pedro and others who were secretly filmed in the box, they are really miserable.

They were trapped in the box without eating or drinking, and Zhang Tong's wedding live broadcast lasted for more than three hours. Watching the dishes served one after another in the hall downstairs, everyone was eating and drinking, and the cups and plates were staggered. The food is called a fragrant, especially Chinese cuisine pays more attention to the fragrance than the dishes of other countries.

So even in the box on the second floor, they could feel bursts of fragrance drilling into their noses, not to mention how uncomfortable it felt.

Especially many people didn't have time to eat in order to shoot this live broadcast. If the live broadcast is good, then they can bear it. After all, it's for work.

But everything has changed since this broadcast, and a good political program has become a people's livelihood sales program. These journalists are completely useless.

It's unbearable, and most importantly, some people only find out when they want to run away secretly. The people who brought them here actually locked the door outside!

So I could only endure until the end of the whole wedding, and all the guests were gone. They tried to stealthily open the door, only to find that it could be opened.

By now, a ghost knows that he has fallen into a trap. All of this is a conspiracy of Ah Gongzai! I put down a trap and let everyone help them do a propaganda for free. It's disgusting!

When Pedro came out of the room, he couldn't help but scold his mother fiercely: "I must make them look good......! No...... I mean, I'm going to do my best to expose the truth about this country!"

Coo~

"Oops, my stomach hurts when I'm hungry, so I'd better go find something to eat first. ”

As soon as Pedro opened the door, he found that the twelve boxes around him had been opened. The other eleven colleagues stood together in the hallway, each carrying a large bag and a small bag, you look at me, I look at you.

For a while, they were speechless and tearful.

"Everybody...... Let's go eat hot pot......"

I don't know who mentioned it, but it has received a lot of support, maybe only at this time will these jackals hug each other to keep warm.

At the same time, perhaps a change that no one expected is spreading across the globe.

Beirut, Lebanon.

Jenn Zabi was laboriously pulling out a few plastic bottles from the trash and putting them in the big bag behind him. He had to be fast, or the bottles would be picked up.

For twelve-year-old Jenn Zabi, picking up plastic bottles is one of his few means of survival. But he had to be careful to avoid the market hooligans, otherwise the plastic bottle behind him would probably be snatched away.

At the age of twelve, he should have been in school, but Jenn had to work to support himself because his parents had been killed in the riots a few months earlier.

Lebanon is one of the most chaotic countries in the Asian region, having had a long history of border conflicts, followed by a civil war in '08.

At the same time, due to the large number of Ability Awakeners, the civil war forces became more and more chaotic. The forces of the government, the rebels, and the Awakened are a mixture of forces. As a result, this civil war has not ended for more than ten years. Now only a temporary ceasefire agreement has been signed.

Beirut, Lebanon's largest city, is currently divided between three parties, with the richest areas under the control of government forces and the outskirts being taken over by rebels. The so-called Society for the Salvation of the People, founded by the Awakened Abilities, controls the slums.

"The Salvation Society of bullshit!"

This was Jenn's curse on the organization formed by the Visionakers. Because the so-called Salvation Association did not really do anything to save the people, but did its best to extort the poor.

Walking through the filthy streets, [ ] Jenn struggled to drag his harvest for the day, and he was going to the scrapyard to sell the bottles.

Today he harvested almost two hundred bottles, which he had spent the whole day collecting. If you can sell it all, you should be able to get a piece of bread to eat.

Thinking of the smell of bread, the corners of Jenn's mouth drooled uncontrollably. He hadn't eaten serious food in days, and today he was lucky enough to pick up an unusually large number of bottles.

"Bread, bread, bread!"

A small loaf of bread was what drove Jenn, making him forget the tragic situation of his parents being blown up by the Fireball of the Awakener, the terrible screams of his eleven-year-old sister when she was snatched away as a bride by the next leader of the Salvation Society, and making him forget that he once had a complete home.

Now, it's good to be alive.

"Boy, what's in the bag?"

But it seems that the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes, and it is only a hundred meters away from the scrap yard. Jenn was stopped, and it was several older children of fourteen or fifteen. The leading child has a flying eagle's badge on his chest, which is the symbol of the Salvation Society. Those who can wear this badge are full members of the Salvation Society.

As soon as Jenn saw these people, he stopped and said with a little fear, "No...... It's nothing. ”

Before he could finish his sentence, an older child snatched the bag behind him and opened it for a look.

"It's all plastic bottles, and it looks like they're going to be sold to a scrapyard. But do you know that this is the territory of our boss Embi?Have you paid the protection money?How dare you pick up bottles and sell them here?!" The big boy who grabbed the bottle pointed to the boy with the badge with his thumb, and his tone was full of adoration.

Jenn was surrounded by four or five older children, and the leader of the group, Emby, said to Jenn, "From now on this street is under my control, and this is the territory that has been given to me from above." It's not impossible to pick up garbage here, but you have to pay taxes. ”

"Multi-...... How much?"

"20,000 pounds a week (Lebanese pounds, about 100 and 5 yuan)!"

Jenn was so frightened by this figure that he could earn up to 23,000 pounds a week by picking up scrap. If you pay 20,000 pounds of protection money, then what will you eat?!

"This, that's too much! I won't pick it up on this street anymore, and I won't sell it here!" Jenn tried to snatch his bottle back, but was pushed down by a tall, thin boy.

"You can come and go as you want, do you think we are joking to save the people!? Fatty, you take these bottles and sell them, even if this kid has today's protection money. Emby sneered and asked his men to take Jenn's bottle and sell it directly.

Jenn sat on the ground stunned and watched as the fruits of his hard day's work were exchanged for money, but the money never fell into his pocket.

"You can't do this! You can't do this! I haven't eaten for a day!"

The bread is gone, everything is gone.

All the memories of suffering came back. He remembered the day when his parents were killed and shouted, "Run, run, don't look back!"

He remembered that day he took his sister to hide under the overpass and wander, and his sister snuggled in his arms and whispered, "Brother, I'm so hungry." I really want to eat the bread my mother made. ”

He remembered that day he had gone out to pick up bottles to buy bread for his sister, but by the time he got back to where they had stayed, his sister was gone. The homeless man next to him told him that his sister had been snatched away by the Salvation Society men.

He ran four streets and saw his sister on the corner. She was held on the shoulder by a man in his thirties, and when his sister saw him, she shouted, "Brother help me!" and he was her only support.

But Jenn was frightened, because the man was accompanied by several people, all of whom had guns, and they looked at Jenn playfully. There was a look in his eyes as if he was telling Jenn that if you dare to come, we will kill you like a rabbit.

He remembered that he had a happy and complete home, with his parents, and his sister, and that he was attending classes in a school with bright windows.

But now......

"Why! Why are you doing this! Why!" said Jenn, who sat limply on the ground covered in sewage, howling feebly.

Emby disliked him for being noisy and kicked him over: "Why? Because this world is the one who has a hard fist, who has a reason!" Emby's fist slowly condensed into a stone fist, which looked indestructible.

He's an Awakener, just like the one who killed his parents and snatched his sister. They are all people who have mastered the power of this world.

If only I had strength, I wouldn't have to starve, my parents wouldn't die, and my sister wouldn't have been snatched away.

After Emby and the others left, Jenn got up from the sewage, and there were no onlookers around. Because everything that just happened is all too common here. There is no value in onlookers.

And Jenn could only wipe away his tears, even if he was full of grievances and unwillingness, but what could he do?

He can't change anything, he was born in this country, and having no power is his original sin.

Today there is nothing to eat, no bread, nothing. Perhaps all you can do is pray that the kind Eevee will give him a little water.

ps: It's Monday, ask for a wave of recommended tickets and monthly passes~ Ang!