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Volume VII, Chapter 840, Jasmine Revolution

"Abdi, are you ready?" In the room, three coolly dressed men were sitting around a small table, and what they said was a middle-aged man with a calm face but a fierce momentum hidden in his body. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The man who was called 'Abdi' was a young man, no more than twenty-three or fourteen years old, wearing a cheap white shirt and a pair of white-washed jeans.

Hearing the middle-aged man's question, Abdi's body trembled slightly, but then he raised his head, stared at the middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes and said, "I want to know, when will you fulfill your promise?" I want to see the money, and I want it now. ”

The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, nodded and said, "Okay, as you wish." Then he gave the young man who seemed to be an assistant next to him a look, and the assistant took out a black convenience bag from the backpack he was carrying and put it on the table.

Abdi oozed a pair of thick hands that were far from those of the young man, and tremblingly picked up the black convenience bag and opened it, revealing the corner of a stack of dollar bills inside.

Putting the convenience bag on his lap, Abdi opened the convenience bag and counted it carefully, a total of 6 stacks of US dollars, each stack is exactly 10,000 US dollars, and the total of 60,000 US dollars is his remuneration this time.

$60,000 is enough for his income from 20 years of not eating or drinking, and in exchange for this money, he can not only pay off the loan he signed on, but also leave half of it to his sister for her to find a job after college.

Closing the bag back on, Abdi grabbed it with both hands, as if he was afraid that someone else would snatch it. He looked at the middle-aged man for a long time, nodded and said, "When will you notify me, you know where I live." ”

After speaking, under the other party's gaze, Abdi left the room with a black convenience bag.

Abdi cautiously took the black bag back to his house in the slum kiln, stood outside the door, and saw the light coming out of the window of the house, Abdi's face became even more gloomy, but then he took a deep breath and opened the door with his usual gentle smile on his face.

"Brother, are you back?" Hearing the sound of Abdi opening the door of the house, a crisp and happy voice remembered, Abdi followed the sound and looked over, only to see a girl with black hair in a white dress standing by the narrow door, looking at him with a smile.

"Aisha, I'm back. Did you eat it at night? Abdi put the black convenience bag behind him slightly, and then looked at his sister with a smile and asked.

"After eating, Aunt Bassma sent us a fish in the evening, and I kept half of it for you." Aisha smiled and said that, she was about to go and prepare dinner for her brother.

"No need Aisha, I ate on the side of the road when I came back." Abdi hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop his sister and said.

"Oh......" Aisha looked at her brother, also noticed the black convenience bag hidden behind her brother, nodded her little head and said, "Then brother, I'm going to sleep, good night." ”

"Good Night"

The next day, Abdi first repaid the signed loan, deposited the money in the bank, and when he returned home, he wrote a will and put it in the drawer of his room, together with the bank card.

In the afternoon, a blue pickup truck came to the outside of Abdi's house, and in a burst of horns, Abdi walked out in the same clothes, but at this moment, Abdi almost turned back one step at a time, his eyes were full of reluctance, he knew in his heart that he would never come back after leaving, or when he came back, he was already a corpse or a box of ashes.

"Get in the car." Yesterday, the middle-aged man opened the car door and said.

Abdi took one last look at the dilapidated home, then gritted his teeth and slipped into the pickup, which soon disappeared around the corner.

On a busy street in Sidi Boukid, a young man in a white shirt and white jeans was pushing a cart of fruit to sell, and in a place where there were many hawkers, he stopped the car and prepared to set up a stall here.

"There's still half an hour, and everything is ready for you." A customer who seemed to be selling fruit in front of the fruit selling youth stall whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "Don't worry, if this mission is successful, I will apply to the higher authorities for additional compensation for your sister." After saying that, the guest nodded to the young man who sold the fruit, picked up a bunch of bananas, dropped the money, and left.

Half an hour later, a city government patrol car drove here, and the hawkers hurriedly packed up their stalls and fled when they saw the chengguan car from afar, and the screams and panicked fleeing hawkers formed a different 'scenery' on the street.

Several chengguan with cold faces got out of the car and rushed towards the crowd fleeing frantically, and several slower hawkers were directly put to the ground. Among these fleeing hawkers, a young man selling fruit was not very fast, and was soon caught up by the chengguan and knocked over to the ground after a few hits.

"To work with the head is to be happy. Today's income will definitely not be less. A chengguan who was moving the goods left by the vendors to the car said with a smile to his companions.

"Well, everyone knows that there is a brother-in-law who works in the city government, so we can ignore the complaints of the vendors." The companion also said with a knowing smile.

"Please spare me...... Don't take my things, that's where my family lives......" A young man begged behind a chengguan carrying a box of fruit. Several pedestrians next to him saw this scene and began to accuse the chengguan of having no one and feelings, even an unemployed young man who made a living by selling fruits at home did not have the slightest sympathy, if in reality, it is really the law that is greater than everything, everything is to maintain the law, everyone will not say this, but everyone knows that the law is a tool to imprison others in the mouths of many people, but it has no effect on them themselves.

"Hmph, we are rectifying and punishing the behavior of destroying the urban environment in accordance with the regulations of the city government. Although I sympathize with you myself, I cannot violate the rules and laws of the city government. If you can't pay the $500 fine, we have to forfeit the stuff to offset it. The chengguan may have seen that the crowd was angry and that something was wrong, so he had to stop and say righteously. That look like he had to do it as a last resort, and you don't blame me.

But who knows, every time these confiscated goods are sold privately, but they are privately divided. Now that the international economy is in recession, not only are ordinary people living in difficulty, but also these civil servants have no surplus food at home.

With his hands clenched into fists and his eyes red, the young fruit seller could only watch as the chengguan loaded his goods into the car, and then swaggered away, leaving only the sighs and sympathetic voices of pedestrians.

"O Allah, why don't you give your people a way to live." The young fruit seller in the middle of the road suddenly knelt on his knees, looked up at the clear sky and roared hoarsely.

In the blink of an eye, as if Allah had heard the cry of the believers, the wind and clouds changed color, and soon there were dark clouds in the sky.

The young fruit seller was not at all interested in whether Allah heard his cry, and rushed to the side of the street with red eyes, and when he came across a pickup truck parked on the side of the road to unload, the young man stopped and stared closely at a gasoline drum being carried down by workers on the pickup truck.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the young man rushed over like crazy and pushed away the porter, opened the gasoline barrel, and the dozens of liters of gasoline barrel were as if they had no weight at all, and he directly lifted the gasoline on his chest and poured the gasoline on his body.

Everything was so coincidental that tragedy happened.

A fruit seller is on the street, raising a fire in full view of everyone. burned, and the whole person immediately burned into a burning man.

The pedestrians and the owner of the pickup truck immediately called the police and emergency services. But the young man was so full of gasoline that he couldn't put out the fire by fighting, and everyone could only watch as the young man rolled on the ground and screamed a series of scalp-numbing screams.

However, at this time, a strong wind blew in the sky, and soon a heavy rain fell. And a shopkeeper also brought a fire extinguisher from the shop, but it was too late, and the poor fruit seller was already burned to the ground.

The fruit seller who saw himself was confiscated by the city management to survive and walked to the fruit seller. The people who burned the scene immediately began to be angry, not only sympathy for the hawker, but also dissatisfaction with the government and the torture of life pressure.

Ordinary pedestrians, hawkers, shopkeepers and workers, without the need for any organization to gather in the rain to pray silently for the dead youth and pray that his soul will be taken by Allah. Pray that he will not experience all this misery in the other world.

When the police came late, especially the way of working like disposing of garbage that had no feelings for the dead youth, it completely ignited the anger of the people around him, saying that a young man with hot blood and impulsiveness began to pick up things and threw them at the police, at first, the police also took out a stand to reprimand, but was quickly drowned out by the anger of the crowd.

Police officers were injured, police cars were overturned, and a citizen who learned of the plight of the fruit seller took to the streets in the wind and rain to protest against government corruption. Defeat, accusing the government of inaction, which led to the tragedy.

A planned but also contradictory uprising that accumulated to a flashpoint soon swept through every town in Tunisia.

Conflicts are rife in this country of 10 million people, between ordinary citizens and government workers, between police and unemployed youth, and even between military and police. Everything is in chaos, the social order is being subverted, and everything is rushing in a dangerous direction.