"Hmm!" Xiao Budian nodded vigorously, rolled his eyes at Ah Fa, and said crisply: "I'm not scared at all, and I can take care of myself." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" she said, stepping open her calves towards the school gate, and beckoning back again, "Goodbye, Daddy." ”

"You can go in too!" Ah Fa patted Xiaoxi's shoulder and encouraged: "The principal and teachers have seen it, there is nothing to be afraid of." Don't let my brother down, my brother is full of confidence in you. ”

"Brother, then, then I'll go." Xiaoxi had a bitter face, turned around in three steps, and disappeared behind the school gate.

Ah exhaled a long breath, feeling relieved.

"Are you Mr. Chen?" The middle-aged man who sent him to school did not leave, but came up to ask.

"Do you recognize me?" Ah Fa was slightly surprised.

"The newspaper has a picture of you, but it's not very clear." The middle-aged man looked at Ah Fa carefully from a close distance, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen is really new, the braids are cut, and this dress is quite novel." By the way, let me introduce myself, my surname is Song, my name is Yaoru, and others call me Charlie Song. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Ah Fa.

"Hello, Charlie." Ah Fa smiled and shook Song Yaoru's hand, and said, "Charlie who printed the Bible?" ”

"Hehe, that's right, it's me." Song Yaoru nodded with a smile and said, "It's just a missionary pastor who prints books, and he can't be compared to a great inventor like Mr. Chen!" Mr. Chen has greatly increased the ambition of the Chinese, proving that the intelligence and intelligence of the Chinese are no less than that of foreigners, and Song really admires and admires him. ”

"It's over." Ah Fa smiled and said, "It's just a small thing that shouldn't be used." Mr. Song's Huamei Press, as well as the flour mill, are also famous in Shanghai. ”

Song Yaoru knew that Ah Fa was exaggerating, so he shook his head with a smile, and then asked, "I don't know if Mr. Chen believes in Christianity, Catholicism, or other religious beliefs?" ”

"I'm no longer religious." Ah Fa didn't have any unnatural expression, and said calmly: "Actually, I think it's more appropriate to call you Pastor Charlie, right?" ”

"Mr. Chen is really perceptive, and he can judge it in just a few words." Song Yaoru was a little surprised by Ah Fa's penetration, but obviously became more interested, "I think that missionaries in China should be mainly Chinese, and they should be closer to Chinese traditional habits, so as to change people's minds that foreign religion is to serve foreigners." If Mr. Chen is interested, he can take the time to visit 194 Nanjing Road, which is the Shanghai YMCA clubhouse. After a pause, Song Yaoru added: "Well, they are all patriotic young people of the same age and like-minded, and they don't just talk about religion. ”

"Okay, I'll go when I have time." Ah Fa's answer was very simple, but he had no such intention.

"Okay, I won't delay Mr. Chen's time." Song Yaoru nodded politely and left.

Although it is famous, it is obviously not at the level of Shanghai Tang. Therefore, Ah Fa didn't pay much attention to this chance encounter.

Xiaoxi and Xiaozhi were sent to boarding school, and the family immediately calmed down. Ah Fa didn't go to the company for two days in a row, but was busy in his room.

This is a small machine bought from a foreign company, with various functions, but they are all very simple, and they cannot do fine processing, or pure manual. But the transformation of guns can still be barely competent.

The Mauser Type 98 rifle was sawn into three sections, with a pure wooden stock at the back and two barrels in the front, and the lower wooden stock was cut, drilled, and bolted to allow the two barrels to be combined and tightened again. Although this may affect the accuracy of the shot, Ah Fa believes that it is within the tolerable range.

In this way, it is easy to carry after the restructuring, and a suitcase with a compartment can be put in, which is very private.

In addition to recreating this rifle, Ah Fa also made two more elaborate pistol silencers, the front sight of ** was ground off, and the screw buckle was put on to make the silencer screw up and down. It is convenient and the sound attenuation effect is also better.

Doing business and opening factories to make money is the right way, but the source of funds cannot be solved by the right way. Of course, if he is satisfied with the status quo, Ah Fa can live a very comfortable life, worry-free about food and clothing, and can even be regarded as a first-class life.

But what kind of society is it now, it is not a civil society, but a society of rivers and lakes. All kinds of ugly and dark social phenomena are everywhere, and the dregs of society such as hooligans, ruffians, evil officials, outlaws, and liars and snakes are rampant. Relying on ugliness and sinful deeds, scum swaggered and dressed brightly; And the weak sell their children and daughters, sell their lives and struggle to survive in the whirlpool of various evil forces.

Hearing and witnessing, Ah Fa is not used to it, and he is not used to seeing it. Perhaps it is because he is not like many people, who have been exposed to it since childhood, and have long adapted to or succumbed to such a social environment, and is not strange, so he is insensitive. Therefore, he can't set a shield in his heart, filter out everything he doesn't want to watch and can't bear to watch, and then live his petty bourgeois life with peace of mind. The lights are bright, the music is melodious, the drunken gold fan, the young master, the cheongsam suit, no worries, and you are comfortable in the music of Shanghai at night.

Heaven is only separated from hell, and there is no distinction between the devil and the angels. Such a peculiar phenomenon is most vividly expressed in Shanghai Tang. There is no black, there is no white, at least not black and white, opium dealers can enter the house, gang leaders can be called tycoons, but it is the patrols and probes who abduct and sell women and children, and the vicious and cruel prostitutes and turtle claws have made a fortune and are arrogant.

One can disbelieve in God, but one cannot disbelieve in the divine. Whether or not to believe in God, Buddha, Allah or some other mysterious force that governs the universe often depends on the national tradition, cultural background and personal special experience to which the individual belongs, and even on some kind of mysterious experience of the individual.

And a person who does not have these religious beliefs can still be a good person. However, if one does not believe in any sacred value in the world, has no taboos, and does whatever he wants, how is such a person different from a beast?

What do I want to do? What can I do? What did I do again? Perhaps in Ah Fa's mind, there are not so many philosophers or psychologists who have problems. But he believed from his bizarre experience that there is a divine value in the world, and that what he saw and encountered was not accidental, and if he turned a blind eye to it and was insensitive, it would be a failure to live up to this rebirth given to him by God, and it would not be in line with his idea that it was salvation.