That night, after Lin Jun and the others got Zhai Yao's promise, they continued to wait. As for the Big Buddha, even if Lin Jun is anxious, he can only pray at present. Doing dirty work in this place, and trying to get out of the way, it depends on the technique, and it also depends on the face.

……

Early in the morning of the second day, everyone just got up, Lin Jun brushed his teeth, and saw a lot of off-road vehicles driving in at the entrance of the dark blue headquarters, and all the cars were printed with the logos of well-known TV stations in various countries.

"Holy shit! Isn't that the domestic media? Hey, what's it's called, the new society, isn't it? After Yang saw the Chinese, he pointed to the front cars very excitedly and said.

“…… Club JB Club! That's the Xinhua News Agency, you try not to talk in the future, okay? Bobo squinted and scolded.

"I haven't been back in China for years! I've forgotten everything at home. Yang sighed.

“…… You did it. Lin Jun squinted and scolded.

"Let's go, don't ink, go down and have a look!" Yang dragged Lin Jun and Bobo and walked downstairs.

……

Twenty minutes later, Zhai Yao stood under the long gun and short cannon in a straight suit, and the Deep Blue Headquarters obviously knew in advance that there was a media coming over today, so a simple media interview desk was set up in the center of the courtyard.

“…… Mr. Zhai, as far as I know, you started your charity and international relief business after graduating from university. But in just a few years, you have run a rescue club with less than 100 people on such a scale! I would like to ask you, where does your development funding come from? Domestic reporters took the lead in asking questions.

"Hehe, the scale of Deep Blue was not developed by me!" Zhai Yao smiled reservedly.

"That's?" A foreign journalist asked in English.

"It is my motherland, countless entrepreneurs who are concerned about charity, and care about it, who have helped us develop together!" Zhai Yao replied without any pause.

The Chinese people and the domestic media below applauded thunderously in an instant, as if they had been rehearsed.

"Does Deep Blue's capital maintenance only come from charitable donations, and there is no basic profit?" The foreign reporter asked puzzled.

"I will never make a profit in the Deep Blue International Rescue Association. Only a fixed subsidy is given to volunteers, and all employees involved in the rescue mission come here spontaneously. We are committed to building an aircraft carrier named Liaoning in the cause of international humanitarian relief! Zhai Yao replied domineeringly.

The applause continues.

The interview ended less than 20 minutes later, and then a large number of reporters followed Zhai Yao to visit the refugee relief center, and the infrastructure and living conditions of the Syrian refugee relief center deeply shocked the foreign media.

In the refugee relief area, the walls are white, the lighting is good, and the beds are neatly made and the futons are neatly stacked with tofu blocks. Although the environment inside the house is a little crowded, the infrastructure is complete, with toilets, TVs, entertainment facilities, and even air humidifiers! In addition, the young refugees of school age also have simple cultural training every day, and the teachers are both local and domestic.

After visiting the basic area, the reporters also enjoyed lunch with the refugees. A 10-year-old boy, dark-skinned, struggling to eat beef tenderloin pizza with chopsticks, gripped with white teeth and smiling like a flower.

"Oh, buy Karma, God, is this the life of a refugee?! It's more comfortable than the president's life! A freckled foreign intern reporter said in amazement.

"Haha!"

After the interpreter said one more sentence, the room erupted in laughter.

The camera is focused, leaving a precious image.

Lin Jun, Yang, and Bobo followed the army around, and they also had a lunch. When the three of them were chatting, Lin Jun sighed with admiration: "This Zhai Yao has really done something personal!" , it's not that there are no good people in China, it turns out that all good people have come abroad, haha! ”

“……！” The other two ate nonsense and didn't reply at all.

……

Afternoon.

After the reporters left, Zhai Yao told Lin Jun that the other party proposed to trade today, asking for 50,000 US dollars first, and then returning the Buddha and items, and the transaction location was a subordinate refugee camp of the Deep Blue Rescue Headquarters.

When Lin Jun heard the news, he was immediately overjoyed, and then he carried Qian Heyang and Bobo and quickly rushed to the trading place.

Near night, it was still dusk, Lin Jun, Yang, Bobo, and drove a Wrangler to a refugee camp under Deep Blue.

After the car drove into the yard, Yang, Bobo, and Lin Jun were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

Two or three wooden Zhuangzi and steel frames support the canvas, which is a simple tent, and most of the surrounding buildings have collapsed, and only the place where the staff area is printed is a relatively good living building.

Refugees sit in a circle with their heads pouted, covered in dust and dirt, waiting for their meal to begin.

A Chinese chef, holding a pot of vegetable soup, strode out of the workshop, and then shouted with a cigarette in his mouth: "Dog, don't look at Lao Tzu!" ”

"Whoa!"

The chef put the vegetable soup on the ground, and the refugees lined up to get the food, and at this time, another middle-aged man came out of the door of the kitchen workshop, biting the beef pie in his mouth, and said with a smile: "I will take a shift tomorrow to rest, why don't you bring something......!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, a little boy with an extremely thin body rushed up like crazy, pulled off a piece of pie in the chef's hand, and then lowered his head and bit wildly.

"Oops, fuck you!!" The cook was furious, kicked the child on the waist, and then picked up the wooden stick used to carry water at the door, and crackled on the child!

The middle-aged man beat him very hard, it was completely a dead hand, and after three or four sticks went down, the little boy's back was red and swollen, and his head was bleeding!

"Alright, don't JB fight! Kill it and you're in trouble! Another man persuaded.

"Fuck you, is it for you?" The middle-aged man with a stick pointed at the little boy and scolded: "You deserve to starve to death like JB!" You won't be able to drink the soup tomorrow! ”

The little boy ate the pie in almost two bites, and when he saw that the middle-aged man no longer beat himself, he immediately patted the dust on his body and limped back to the crowd.

"Who are you looking for?" The middle-aged man turned around and saw Lin Jun and the others.

"From the headquarters, come here to do something, I informed you before." Lin Jun frowned and replied, and then followed the middle-aged man to the work area and asked, "Why is this so different from the refugee camp at the headquarters?" ”

"Hehe, you just came, didn't you?" The middle-aged man smiled.

"What's the matter?" Lin Jun was stunned.

", there's a show, and this is the one that's saving people." The middle-aged man pursed his lips, and then replied: "The media doesn't publicize it, how can we make money?" ”

"Will they be fed?" Lin Jun frowned again and asked.

"Whose son will not die?!" The middle-aged man threw down a sentence and took Lin Jun into the house.

……

That night, Lin Jun handed over the money through an intermediary, but the next day, the gang of militants who caught the Big Buddha asked for 100,000 yuan again, and they didn't release them at all!

"Bang!"

Zhai Yao dropped the documents in his hand, crossed his waist and scolded: "These B raisers, you have to let my big brother take the cruise guide and kill them!" There's no credibility at all, it's too bad. ”