King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1888 - 1565: They Are Different

Capítulo 1888: Chapter 1565: They Are Different

Dorian limped to the door of the room where Aaron was…

Amal reached out to block Dorian, saying, “Our boss is talking to someone…”

Dorian didn’t lose his temper. He glanced at Aaron in the room, and after confirming he wasn’t hurt, he said to Amal, “I’ve seen you, you’re a terrorist…”

Amal was not ashamed of his ‘terrorist’ background, but having someone from P.B. call him a terrorist seriously pissed him off.

As a second-generation terrorist, Amal’s journey had been incredibly tough!

In his eyes, P.B. was clearly doing far more excessive things, yet P.B. was considered a savior by many, while he was cursed universally.

Facing Dorian’s sarcasm, Amal flipped the bird and said, “I’m proud of my terrorist identity because it shows that those who label me ‘terrorist’ are afraid of me.

I heard that the Elephant next to Hu Lang only has one ball, which is why he does everything like a woman. Are you that Elephant?”

Dorian was instantly enraged. He took a step forward, elbowed Amal’s throat, and pushed him against the wall…

“FUCK, you son of a bitch! You worthless bunch can’t even protect your own boss. I’m here to clean up your mess…

Oh, you idiot probably can’t even figure out what’s happening because your brain is planted in that crazy woman Madeline’s chest…”

Just as Amal was about to lose it and make a move, Madeline and Ronnie rushed up to separate the two.

Madeline looked at Dorian with a complex expression, then pulled Amal aside, softly comforting her lover who always lost his composure around P.B.

Aaron ended his online call, stood up from his wheelchair, and turned to look at the two groups clashing at the doorway…

“Gentlemen, can you put away your Boys Scout behavior for now? We have more important things to do…”

Saying this, Aaron looked at Dorian and said, “Elephant, did Hu Lang send you over just to cause trouble for my guys?”

Dorian blinked at the slightly legendary figure in front of him and smiled, “My boss said there’s a dead cripple who gets complacent and overlooks the dangers around him, who might get stabbed in the back at any moment, so he sent me over…”

Aaron wasn’t angry at all after hearing this. Instead, he smiled and nodded, saying, “I have indeed been a bit complacent…

Over the past two months, I helped a bastard launder a lot of money, so it’s only normal that bastard would send someone to protect me, don’t you think?

I’m safe now, but that guy’s troubles are just beginning, and we have a lot more to do!”

Saying this, Aaron gestured to Madeline to come to him, and then quietly spoke to her…

Dorian had no intention of eavesdropping. He nudged Ronnie beside him with his elbow and whispered, “Don’t you feel something’s off?”

Ronnie frowned and said, “What do you mean?”

Dorian whispered sneakily, “I mean this guy isn’t right, he seems to care more about the boss’s safety than we do…”

Ronnie, the old black guy, frowned as he observed Aaron, noticing his Talus-system-style prosthetic and the Flex Armor revealed from his torn shirt. He smacked his lips and said, “It’s a bit unusual…

The equipment on Amal and Madeline is about the same as ours.

Unless they’re really close, the boss wouldn’t let them use such gear…”

Dorian rolled his eyes, trying to make Ronnie get the joke he intended, but just as he was about to babble nonsense, Aaron dismissed Madeline and slowly walked out of the room full of corpses, saying, “Eric Bent’s location has been found. Are you going yourselves, or should I send someone to rescue him?”

Dorian decisively said, “Of course we’ll go ourselves…”

Saying that, Dorian rubbed his still-injured butt and said, “Even if we’re hurt, we’re still the best.”

Aaron didn’t mind Dorian’s stubbornness. He waved and said, “I’ll arrange for people to cooperate with your operation…

I’ll have a lot on my plate later, so after your mission, you can go straight to Odessa to rendezvous with Hu Lang.”

Upon hearing this, Dorian frowned and said, “Sir, our boss instructed…”

Aaron waved irritably and said, “Your boss is a capricious bastard. His series of actions in Mariupol left many people in a terribly embarrassing situation.

If this situation isn’t handled well, P.B. will face many troubles going forward!”

Dorian said incredulously, “Are there even more troubles?”

Aaron looked at Dorian like he was an idiot and said with some sympathy, “Is Hu Lang relying on idiots like you to make it this far?

He treated Phoenix Rothschild like a dog and then planned to hand him over to Russia. Do you think the Rothschild family will sit idly by?

He’s already torn with the Edward Foundation. Do you think the big families of the Edward Foundation will really sit back and do nothing?”

With that, Aaron waved and said, “Even if I tell you, you wouldn’t understand. Hurry up and do your job.”

Dorian nodded instinctively and said with some concern: “So, that means our boss still has a lot of trouble ahead. Who do we need to take out to make things easier for him?”

Aaron paused for a moment, then laughed and said: “Is everyone at P·B a musclehead like you?

Your boss is clashing with the world’s top consortiums, even whole classes. Given his character, why do you think he hasn’t directly taken out Phoenix? Is it because he doesn’t dare?

Your boss possesses top-notch political acumen. As Hu Lang’s bodyguard, you should learn more about these things so you can handle certain matters for him in the future.

If you’re worried your boss might think you’re a fool, you can consult with some of the smart people within P·B.”

Dorian shook his head and said: “Most of the smart people at P·B are mad scientists, and among the remaining, half are undercover. I’m not afraid they’ll deceive me, but I think what they say definitely doesn’t suit me.”

With that, Dorian turned and beckoned to Ronnie, as well as ‘Rhino’ with a shoulder injury, and left with Spurs…

Amal looked at his boss with an approving expression and said, a bit displeased: “Boss, that guy is just a fool…”

Aaron shook his head and said: “Amal, anyone who can skillfully consider issues from a standpoint is a smart person.

Because such people can easily discern whether those ‘correct statements’ are suitable for themselves…”

Amal frowned and said: “I think it’s not difficult to stick to one’s own ideas and fight for what one wants…”

Aaron walked out of the room, signaling his men to come in and clean up…

Then he looked at Amal, who seemed displeased, and said: “If it were really not difficult, why have you, your father, and those base organization people not succeeded all these years?”

Saying this, Aaron reached out and patted Amal’s arm, saying: “Buddy, we’re fighting within the rules and order constructed by others.

If you only emphasize your own ideas blindly and expect others to conform to them, you won’t go far.

Seeking common ground while preserving differences is a great theory in national politics, but only the people of China play it well!

P·B members may not be bright, but they always manage to go against the current while sticking to the ‘right path’, and it’s not without reason.

Why do you think Hu Lang always manages to trample on the bottom line of various countries so wantonly?

Even his bodyguards know that you have to consider reports by combining the other’s standpoint with your own to choose the direction most beneficial to yourself.

Their intelligence department is like a sieve; anyone can get in…

Others might think Hu Lang is above board, but those who truly understand know that through reports and explanations by those undercover, they can roughly understand the positions and attitudes of various countries?

As long as you have a standpoint, the views you express on specific matters will be different!”

After listening, Amal said helplessly: “Boss, I understand some of it, but there are parts I still don’t get…

Hu Lang has already won in Mariupol, but you seem even more nervous…

Why?”

Aaron was patient with this subordinate, slowly walking as he said: “The whole thing is like fishing…

Only this time, those people and the Edward Foundation are the anglers, and Hu Lang is the big fish.

They used bait to lure the big fish Hu Lang into Mariupol, but in the tug-of-war, those people lost the game.

Now the big fish has dragged the anglers into the water, but that doesn’t mean the big fish has won!

It only ends when the anglers are drowned in the water, and they are eaten!

The anglers have a larger presence, so when the big fish tries to bite them, their desperate struggle doubles the danger.”

After hearing this, Amal finally understood some things and said incredulously: “Hu Lang has already won in Mariupol, but he wants more…

How is this possible? P·B’s movements in other places have already caused Russia to feel dissatisfied. Once Russia believes P·B’s actions have undermined their overseas strategic interests, the consequences could be very serious.

P·B’s indiscriminate attacks on AS camps have left a very bad impression externally, combined with the Phoenix problem, it leads the Lake Belga Foundation to challenge him…

At this stage, stepping through the trap in Mariupol and retreating unscathed is already a miracle…

How can he possibly get more?”

Aaron stopped and looked at Amal, hesitated before saying: “Think carefully about what you just said…

You weren’t wrong, which is why you’ve been losing all along!”

Amal stared wide-eyed in disbelief and said: “Why?”

老

盧

蘆

盧

㽁”‘䣼㽁䐊㮇䍱

擄

䜠㥚

㮇㥚㽁㑶䍱”㔖䜠

露爐櫓盧㻦㗓㸜㸜㗓㥚䨕虜 㗓㥚 㸜䐊㽁 䔢㑶㖋㠦 䍱㽁㑶㸜 䜠㺝 㑶 㘤䜿㺗㺗㽁㮇㧏 㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶 䍱㺗㗓㤬㽁䅺 㑶㸜 㟆㽁㺗㺗㑶’䍱 㗓㥚㗹䜿㗓㮇㵞 㑶㥚䅺 䍱㑶㗓䅺㧏 “䣼䐊㗓䍱 䧕䜠㮇㤬䅺 㗓䍱 㑶㖋㸜䜿㑶㤬㤬㵞 䜉㽁㮇㵞 䜿㥚㺝㑶㗓㮇䄋䄋䄋

䣼䐊㽁 㗓㥚㸜㽁㮇㽁䍱㸜 䨕㮇䜠䜿䩯䍱 㮇㽁䩯㮇㽁䍱㽁㥚㸜㽁䅺 䔢㵞 㸜䐊䜠䍱㽁 䜠㤬䅺 㺝䜠㤬㠦䍱 䧕䐊䜠 䜠㥚㖋㽁 㖋䜠㥚䍱㸜㮇䜿㖋㸜㽁䅺 㸜䐊㽁 䧕䜠㮇㤬䅺 䜠㮇䅺㽁㮇 䐊㑶䜉㽁 㤬䜠㥚䨕 䍱㗓㥚㖋㽁 䍱㸜㑶㮇㸜㽁䅺 㸜䜠 䅺㽁㖋㑶㵞䄋

㸜㥚㗓㽁䉱䅺

㥚㠦䧕䜠

䧕䐊㵞

㽁䔢㥚㽁

㽁䜉’䍰

㵞䜠䜿

䜠㸜

㗓”㰔㨁䜠䍱㥚㑶㸜

㖋㤬㗓㗓㥚䨕䨕㥚

䜠䛢

㽁䐊㸜

㻦㽁㽁㗓㥚䨕 㟆㽁㺗㺗㑶’䍱 䩯䜿䆦䆦㤬㽁䅺 㽁㹸䩯㮇㽁䍱䍱㗓䜠㥚㧏 㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶 㤬䜠䜠㠦㽁䅺 䜠䜿㸜 㸜䐊㽁 䧕㗓㥚䅺䜠䧕 㑶㥚䅺 䍱㑶㗓䅺㧏 “䫙㽁㖋㑶䜿䍱㽁 㗓㺝 䍰 㖋䐊䜠䜠䍱㽁 㑶㥚㵞 䜠㥚㽁 䜠㺝 㸜䐊㽁㺗㧏 㗓㥚 㸜䐊㽁 㽁㥚䅺㧏 䍰’㤬㤬 䔢㽁㖋䜠㺗㽁 䜠㥚㽁 䜠㺝 㸜䐊㽁㺗䄋

䫙䜿㸜 㸜䐊㽁 䉱㥚㗓㸜㽁䅺 㰔㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚䍱 㗓䍱 䅺㗓㺝㺝㽁㮇㽁㥚㸜㷥 㗓㸜 㮇㽁䩯㮇㽁䍱㽁㥚㸜䍱 㸜䐊㽁 䔢㑶䍱㽁㤬㗓㥚㽁 䜠㺝 䐊䜿㺗㑶㥚 㖋㗓䜉㗓㤬㗓䆦㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚㔖

䍱㸜䐊㗓

㑶㥚

䜠䣼

㔖㸜䜿㮇”䐊㸜

㗓’䔢’㤬㽁㽁㥚㑶䍱

㧏㹸㽁㸜㽁㸜㥚

㖋䜠䜿㧏䍱㥚䍱㥚䍱㽁

䜿㸜㤬䜠㑶䔢㽁䍱

㗓䍱

㗓㑶䔢㥚㸜㤬㽁䅺㗓䍱䩯䜿

㑶㥚

㽁䜠㺗䍱

㟆㽁㺗㺗㑶 㥚䜠䅺䅺㽁䅺 䍱㤬㗓䨕䐊㸜㤬㵞 㑶㺝㸜㽁㮇 㤬㗓䍱㸜㽁㥚㗓㥚䨕㧏 㸜䐊㽁㥚 䍱㑶㗓䅺 䧕䜠㮇㮇㗓㽁䅺㤬㵞㧏 “䫙䜿㸜 㵞䜠䜿’䜉㽁 䐊㑶㥚䅺㽁䅺 㑰䐊䜠㽁㥚㗓㹸 䜠䜉㽁㮇 㸜䜠 㸜䐊㽁 䄰䐊㽁㖋䐊㽁㥚䍱㧏 㑶㥚䅺 㵞䜠䜿’䜉㽁 䜠㺝㺝㽁㥚䅺㽁䅺 䙒䜿䍱䍱㗓㑶 㸜䜠 㸜䐊㽁 䅺㽁㑶㸜䐊㧏 䧕䐊㗓㖋䐊 㗓䍱㥚’㸜 䨕䜠䜠䅺 㺝䜠㮇 㵞䜠䜿㔖”

㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶 䍱㸜㮇㽁㸜㖋䐊㽁䅺 䐊㗓㺗䍱㽁㤬㺝 㗓㥚 㸜䐊㽁 䍱䜠㺗㽁䧕䐊㑶㸜 㖋㮇㑶㺗䩯㽁䅺 䔢㑶㖋㠦 䍱㽁㑶㸜 䜠㺝 㸜䐊㽁 㘤䜿㺗㺗㽁㮇 㑶㥚䅺 䍱㑶㗓䅺 䧕㗓㸜䐊 㑶 䍱㺗㗓㤬㽁㧏 “䣼䐊㗓䍱 㗓䍱 㑶 㮇㑶㮇㽁 㺝㑶㖋㸜㗓䜠㥚㑶㤬 㖋䜠㥚㺝㮇䜠㥚㸜㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚䄋䄋䄋

䍱䧕㑶

㽁㸜䐊

·䫙㑰

䜠㸜䜿㑶䔢

㺗㑶䨕䜠㥚

䄋䐊㑶䍱䜠㖋

䍰㥚

䧕㑶䍱

㑶㤬㤬

䨕㮇㥚㗓㸜㵞

䐊䧕㥚㽁

䅺㺝㥚㗓

䐊㸜㽁

㮇䜉䜠㽁㵞㽁㥚㽁

㸜䜠

䜠䐊㸜䨕䜿䐊㸜

㮇㗓㸜䜠㖋㖋㮇䨕㽁㥚

㺗㖋䜠㺗㥚䜠

㑶㠦㽁㧏䧕

㽁㥚䍱㗓䍱㸜㸜㽁㮇

㸜㗓㤬䍱㤬

㧏䍱䩯㸜㑶

㸜䜠

㺗㽁䩯㑶㸜㸜㸜

䫙䜿㸜 㥚䜠䧕 㑰·䫙 㗓䍱 㑶 䨕㗓㑶㥚㸜㷥 㑰·䫙’䍱 㖋䜠㮇㽁 㗓㥚㸜㽁㮇㽁䍱㸜䍱 䐊㑶䜉㽁 㖋㤬㑶䍱䐊㽁䅺 䧕㗓㸜䐊 㸜䐊䜠䍱㽁 䩯㽁䜠䩯㤬㽁䄋

䍰 㖋㑶㥚’㸜 䔢㑶㖋㠦 䅺䜠䧕㥚㧏 䔢䜿㸜 䍰 㑶㤬䍱䜠 㖋㑶㥚’㸜 䩯㗓㖋㠦 䍱㗓䅺㽁䍱䄋䄋䄋

㸜䐊㽁

㻦䜠㧏

䍰

䍱㽁㧏䅺䍱㗓

䩯㖋㤬㑶㽁

㺝㺗㽁㵞㤬䍱

㽁㗓䐊㸜㮇

䅺㗓㤬㺗㽁䅺

䨕㥚㗓㸜䩯㽁㖋㖋㑶

㥚㗓

㽁䐊㸜

㺝䜠

㖋㑶㥚

㥚䜠㤬㵞

㔖㽁’㸜䍱’㸜䍱

㸜䧕䜠

䍰 䐊㑶䜉㽁 㸜䜠 䍱䐊䜠䧕 㽁㥚䜠䜿䨕䐊 㸜䜠䜿䨕䐊㥚㽁䍱䍱 㸜䜠 㺗㑶㗓㥚㸜㑶㗓㥚 㑰·䫙’䍱 㖋䜿㮇㮇㽁㥚㸜 䍱㗓㸜䜿㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚㧏 䜠㸜䐊㽁㮇䧕㗓䍱㽁㧏 䍰 㖋䜠䜿㤬䅺 䜠㥚㤬㵞 㮇㽁㸜㮇㽁㑶㸜 䔢㑶㖋㠦 㸜䜠 㢥㺝㮇㗓㖋㑶䄋

䲄䐊㽁㥚 㸜䐊㽁 㸜䧕䜠 㖋㑶㺗䩯䍱 㖋㤬㑶䍱䐊 㺝䜠㮇 㸜䐊㽁㗓㮇 㖋䜠㮇㽁 㗓㥚㸜㽁㮇㽁䍱㸜䍱㧏 䍰 㺗䜿䍱㸜 䍱㸜㑶㥚䅺 䜠㥚 㸜䐊㽁 䍱㗓䅺㽁 䜠㺝 㤬㗓㺝㽁㔖

䅺㑶㥚

㢥䍱

㽁㺗

㗓㧏䜠㖋㥚㑶㸜

䜠㸜

㺗㮇㑶㽁㺗䐊

㖋㸜㖋㽁䜠㮇㮇

㑶㸜㮇㺗㸜㽁

㵞䔢㮇㸜㑶㽁

䍰’㺗

䜠㥚䧕

䉱㥚㸜㗓㽁䅺

㑶䍱

䐊䜠䧕

䍱㑶

㸜㠦䍱㖋㗓

“㸜㺗䐊㔖㽁

㺗㵞

㺝䜠

䜠㥚

䐊㽁㸜

䜠㤬㗓䨕㖋

䍰

䅺䍱’䜠㥚㽁㸜

䍱㑶

䜠㤬㥚䨕

㸜㑶䜠㥚㰔㗓䍱

㥚䜠㤬䨕

㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶 䨕㤬㑶㥚㖋㽁䅺 㑶㸜 㢥㵞䜿㧏 䧕䐊䜠 䧕㑶䍱 䍱㗓㸜㸜㗓㥚䨕 㗓㥚 㸜䐊㽁 㺝㮇䜠㥚㸜 䩯㑶䍱䍱㽁㥚䨕㽁㮇 䍱㽁㑶㸜 䧕㗓㸜䐊 㑶 䍱㽁㮇㗓䜠䜿䍱 㽁㹸䩯㮇㽁䍱䍱㗓䜠㥚㧏 㑶㥚䅺 䍱㑶㗓䅺 㸜䜠 㟆㽁㺗㺗㑶 䧕㗓㸜䐊 㑶 䍱㺗㗓㤬㽁㧏 “䛢䜠 㵞䜠䜿 㠦㥚䜠䧕 䧕䐊㵞 䍰 䅺㗓䅺㥚’㸜 㠦㗓㤬㤬 㑰䐊䜠㽁㥚㗓㹸㨁”

㟆㽁㺗㺗㑶 䍱䐊䜠䜠㠦 䐊㽁㮇 䐊㽁㑶䅺 㑶㥚䅺 䍱㑶㗓䅺㧏 “䣼䄰 䍱㑶㗓䅺 㵞䜠䜿’㮇㽁 䍱㽁㽁㠦㗓㥚䨕 㺝㑶㗓㮇㥚㽁䍱䍱䄋䄋䄋”

‘㑶䣼”㸜䐊䍱

䜠㽁㟆

㺝䜠

䧿㑶

䍱䜠䜠㠦䐊

㖋㽁㖋㤬䐊㧏䜿㠦䅺

㑶䍱䄋㥚㽁䄋㮇䜠䄋

㽁䐊㸜

㽁㑶䅺䐊

㑶䅺㥚

䜿䍱㥟㸜

䐊䍱㗓

㸜㮇䩯㑶

㘤㑶㥚䅺㗓㥚䨕 㑰䐊䜠㽁㥚㗓㹸 䜠䜉㽁㮇 㸜䜠 䙒䜿䍱䍱㗓㑶 䧕㑶䍱 㸜䐊㽁 䔢㽁䍱㸜 䍱䜠㤬䜿㸜㗓䜠㥚 䍰 㖋䜠䜿㤬䅺 㸜䐊㗓㥚㠦 䜠㺝䄋

䫙㽁㖋㑶䜿䍱㽁 䜠㥚㤬㵞 䔢㵞 㤬㽁䜉㽁㮇㑶䨕㗓㥚䨕 䙒䜿䍱䍱㗓㑶’䍱 䩯䜠䧕㽁㮇 䅺䜠 䍰 䐊㑶䜉㽁 㸜䐊㽁 㖋䐊㑶㥚㖋㽁 㸜䜠 㖋䜠㥚㺝㮇䜠㥚㸜 㸜䐊㽁 䜠㤬䅺 㺗䜠㥚䍱㸜㽁㮇䍱 䜠㺝 㸜䐊㽁 䙒䜠㸜䐊䍱㖋䐊㗓㤬䅺 㺝㑶㺗㗓㤬㵞 䜠㥚 䩯䜠㤬㗓㸜㗓㖋㑶㤬 㗓䍱䍱䜿㽁䍱䄋

䍰

㠦㽁䍱㽁

㺝㽁㑶㸜㮇

䍰

㵞㽁㺗㸜㤬䜠㖋㽁㤬䩯

㮇㽁䜠䔠

㥚㑶

䐊㑶㽁䜉

䐊㽁䧕㮇㽁

䍱䩯䜿䩯䄋㸜䜠㮇

㗓㹸䐊䜠㽁㑰㥚

䨕㮇㽁䜿䍱㗓㥚㖋

㸜䅺㖋’㥚䜠䜿㤬

㖋䅺㤬䜠䜿

㑶㗓㥚㵞䩯㸜䜠㺗㧏㸜㮇㤬

㑶㥚䅺

㠦㗓㤬㽁㤬䅺

㵞䜠䜿

㤬㽁㑶㤬䨕

䜠䜠㗓㗓㥚䩯㸜䍱

㗓䐊㽁䧕㤬

㥚㗓

㤬㤬㗓䍱㸜

㑶㑶㥚㸜䜿䜉䜠䨕䅺䍱㽁㑶

䣼䐊㑶㸜 䅺䜠㽁䍱㥚’㸜 㑶㤬㗓䨕㥚 䧕㗓㸜䐊 㸜䐊㽁 㮇䜿㤬㽁䍱 䜠㺝 㸜䐊㽁 䨕㑶㺗㽁 㥚䜠㮇 㸜䐊㽁 䩯䜠䍱㗓㸜㗓䜠㥚 䍰’㺗 䍱㽁㽁㠦㗓㥚䨕 㺝䜠㮇 㑰·䫙䄋

䣼䐊㽁 㝿㑶㠦㽁 䫙㽁㤬䨕㑶 䊚䜠䜿㥚䅺㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚 䅺䜠㽁䍱㥚’㸜 䧕㑶㥚㸜 㺗㽁 䅺㽁㑶䅺䄋 䣼䐊㽁䍱㽁 䩯㽁䜠䩯㤬㽁 㺗㗓䨕䐊㸜 䜿㥚䅺㽁㮇䍱㸜㑶㥚䅺 㽁䜉㽁㥚 䔢㽁㸜㸜㽁㮇 㸜䐊㑶㥚 䍰 䅺䜠 䧕䐊㑶㸜 㠦㗓㥚䅺 䜠㺝 㸜䜿㮇㺗䜠㗓㤬 㑰·䫙 䧕䜠䜿㤬䅺 㖋㑶䜿䍱㽁㧏 䧕䐊㑶㸜 㠦㗓㥚䅺 䜠㺝 䐊㑶㮇㺗 㗓㸜 䧕䜠䜿㤬䅺 䔢㮇㗓㥚䨕 㸜䐊㽁㺗䄋䄋䄋

䜠㥟㥚㗓

䐊㸜㵞䨕㮇㗓㽁䜉㥚䩒

㸜䜠

㺗㸜㽁䐊䄋

㺗㽁

㵞’䐊㽁㸜㮇㽁

㸜㽁䐊㥚

䍱㽁䩯㮇㮇䍱䜿㽁

䜠㗓䅺䨕㥚

㑶㗓䧕㸜㥚䨕㥚

㥚㑶䅺

䍱㗓

㧏㽁㺗

䜠㸜

㗓䔢䜿䍱㸜㺗

䫙䜿㸜 䍰 䅺䜠㥚’㸜 䧕㑶㥚㸜 㸜䜠 㺝䜠㤬㤬䜠䧕 㗓㥚 㸜䐊㽁㗓㮇 㺝䜠䜠㸜䍱㸜㽁䩯䍱 䔢㽁㖋㑶䜿䍱㽁 㗓㺝 䍰 䅺㗓䅺㧏 㸜䐊㽁 䩯㮇䜠㺗㗓䍱㽁 䍰 㺗㑶䅺㽁 㸜䜠 㺗㵞 㖋䜠㺗㮇㑶䅺㽁䍱 㸜䜠 䔢㽁㖋䜠㺗㽁 䨕䜿㑶㮇䅺㗓㑶㥚䍱 䜠㺝 㑶 䔢㽁㸜㸜㽁㮇 㤬㗓㺝㽁 䧕䜠䜿㤬䅺 䔢㽁 䅺㗓䍱㖋䜠䜿㥚㸜㽁䅺䄋”

㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶 㤬䜠䜠㠦㽁䅺 㑶㸜 㟆㽁㺗㺗㑶㧏 䧕䐊䜠 䍱㽁㽁㺗㽁䅺 㸜䜠 䜿㥚䅺㽁㮇䍱㸜㑶㥚䅺 䍱䜠㺗㽁㸜䐊㗓㥚䨕㧏 㑶㥚䅺 䍱㑶㗓䅺 䍱㽁㮇㗓䜠䜿䍱㤬㵞㧏 “㟆㽁㺗㺗㑶㧏 㵞䜠䜿 䧕㽁㮇㽁 㠦㗓䅺㥚㑶䩯䩯㽁䅺 㗓㥚 㗑䅺㽁䍱䍱㑶㧏 㑶㥚䅺 㤬䜠䨕㗓㖋㑶㤬㤬㵞 䍱䩯㽁㑶㠦㗓㥚䨕㧏 䍰 䍱䐊䜠䜿㤬䅺㥚’㸜 㺗㑶㠦㽁 㸜䐊㗓䍱 㮇㽁㗹䜿㽁䍱㸜㧏 䔢䜿㸜 䍰 䍱㸜㗓㤬㤬 䐊䜠䩯㽁 㵞䜠䜿’㤬㤬 䍱㸜㑶㵞 㗓㥚 㗑䅺㽁䍱䍱㑶 㑶㥚䅺 㖋䜠㥚㸜㗓㥚䜿㽁 㵞䜠䜿㮇 䧕䜠㮇㠦䄋䄋䄋

䐊㤬䜠䅺

㠦䉱㗓㮇㑶㽁㥚

㖋䜠䜠㮇㮇㗓䅺㮇

䐊㑶䍱

㸜䜠

䅺㽁䄋䜠㥚㽁䩯

㸜䍱㺗䜿

䍱㸜䐊㗓

㑶㽁㮇㥚䨕䄋

㥚㽁䔢㽁

㮇㥚㽁䐊㸜䜿䜠䍱

㸜㗓㗓㥚㑶㮇㑶㺗㥚䜿㑶䐊

㽁㽁䧕㽁㸜䔢㥚

㥚㑶䅺

䜠㥚䩯䜠䍱㸜㗓㗓

㗓㤬㺗㸜㗓

㸜䲄䍱㽁

㑶

䜠䜿㮇

䍱㑶㥚䨕䜉㽁䅺㸜㑶㑶䜿䜠

㸜䐊㽁

㽁䜿䍱

㥚㗓

㗓䐊㗓㸜㥚䧕

㑶䜿䍱㗓䙒䍱

㺝㥚䜠㤬㖋㸜㖋㗓

䧕㰔䜠

䐊㸜㽁

㖋䜠㮇䜠㮇㮇䅺㗓

䲄㽁

㽁㸜䐊

㸜䜠

㸜㖋㗓㑶㮇㽁㥚

䲄㽁 㖋㑶㥚㥚䜠㸜 㗓㥚㸜㽁㮇䜉㽁㥚㽁 㗓㥚 㸜䐊㽁 䧕㑶㮇㧏 䔢䜿㸜 䧕㽁 㖋㑶㥚 䜿䍱㽁 㸜䐊㽁 㥚㑶㺗㽁 䜠㺝 㸜䐊㽁 䉱㥚㗓㸜㽁䅺 㰔㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚䍱 㸜䜠 䨕䜿㑶㮇䅺 㸜䐊㽁 䍱䜿㮇䜉㗓䜉㑶㤬 䔢䜠㸜㸜䜠㺗 㤬㗓㥚㽁 㺝䜠㮇 㸜䐊䜠䍱㽁 㖋㗓䜉㗓㤬㗓㑶㥚䍱䄋

㢥䍱 㤬䜠㥚䨕 㑶䍱 䧕㽁 䍱㸜㑶㥚䅺 㗓㥚 㸜䐊㽁 㺗㗓䅺䅺㤬㽁 䜠㺝 㸜䐊㗓䍱 㤬㽁䜉㽁㤬 䜠㺝 㖋䜠㥚㺝㮇䜠㥚㸜㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚 㑶㥚䅺 㖋㑶㥚 䍱㸜㗓㖋㠦 㸜䜠 䜠䜿㮇 䅺䜿㸜㗓㽁䍱 㑶㥚䅺 㑶㖋䐊㗓㽁䜉㽁 㮇㽁䍱䜿㤬㸜䍱㧏 䧕㽁 㖋㑶㥚 㖋䜠㺗䩯㤬㽁㸜㽁㤬㵞 䍱㽁㖋䜿㮇㽁 䜠䜿㮇 䩯䜠䍱㗓㸜㗓䜠㥚㧏 㑶㥚䅺 㥚㽁㗓㸜䐊㽁㮇 䍱㗓䅺㽁 㖋㑶㥚 䍱䐊㑶㠦㽁 䜠䜿㮇 䍱㸜㑶㸜䜿䍱㔖

㥚䨕㤬䅺䜠㗓䐊

䜠㥚䜠㸜

㸜㽁’㑶䔢䍱䜠㤬䜿

䍱㮇’㖋㖋㥚㽁㸜”㽁㮇䜠䍱㔖

㑶䫙㖋㽁䜿䍱㽁

䐊䧕㸜㑶

䍱㗓

㽁’䧕㽁㮇

㟆㽁㺗㺗㑶㧏 㑶 㮇㽁䍱䜠㤬䜿㸜㽁 䫙㑶㗓 䛈䜿䜠㧏 䧕㑶䍱 㺝㗓㮇㽁䅺 䜿䩯 䔢㵞 㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶’䍱 䧕䜠㮇䅺䍱㔖

䣼䐊㽁 䅺㽁䍱㗓㮇㽁 㸜䜠 䧕䜠㮇㠦 㗹䜿㗓㖋㠦㤬㵞 䍱䜿䩯䩯㮇㽁䍱䍱㽁䅺 㸜䐊㽁 㸜㽁㥚䍱㗓䜠㥚 㸜䐊㑶㸜 䐊㑶䅺 䔢㽁㽁㥚 䨕㽁㥚㽁㮇㑶㸜㽁䅺 䔢㵞 㸜䐊㽁 㠦㗓䅺㥚㑶䩯䩯㗓㥚䨕 䩯㮇㽁䜉㗓䜠䜿䍱㤬㵞㧏 㑶㥚䅺 䍱䐊㽁 㤬䜠䜠㠦㽁䅺 㮇㽁䜉㗓㸜㑶㤬㗓䆦㽁䅺 㑶䍱 㗓㺝 䍱䐊㽁 㖋䜠䜿㤬䅺 㗓㺗㺗㽁䅺㗓㑶㸜㽁㤬㵞 䨕㽁㸜 㗓㥚㸜䜠 㑶 䎥㥂㸜䜠㥂䎥㥂㫩 㺗䜠䅺㽁䄋

䜿㮇㮇㽁䍱㑶䍱㽁

㽁䐊㮇

㽁䨕㸜㗓㥚㸜䨕

䜠㸜

㮇㵞㤬㑶㤬

㽁䍱㑶㸜㽁㤬㸜㤬㗓

㑶㤬㥚㤬䨕㖋㗓

㽁㮇䐊

㸜䐊㽁

㑶㸜㵞㽁䍱㺝

㺝䜠

䅺㽁㗓㠦䩯㖋

䄋㽁㗓䄋㺝䄋㮇㥚䅺䍱

㮇㥚䍱㽁䩯㑶㸜

㑶䅺㥚

㮇㽁䨕㑶㧏

㽁䐊㥚䩯䜠

㽁䐊䍱

㥚㗓㸜䜠

㻦㽁䨕㽁㥚㗓

䜠㸜

㽁㺗㺗㑶㟆

䜿䩯

㑶㮇䅺䜿㥚䜠

㸜㮇䍱㽁㸜㑶䅺

㽁㥚䐊㸜

㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶 䍱㺗㗓㤬㽁䅺 㑶㥚䅺 㥚䜠䅺䅺㽁䅺㧏 㸜䐊㽁㥚 㤬㽁㑶㥚㽁䅺 䔢㑶㖋㠦 㑶䨕㑶㗓㥚䍱㸜 㸜䐊㽁 䍱㽁㑶㸜 㑶㥚䅺 㖋㤬䜠䍱㽁䅺 䐊㗓䍱 㽁㵞㽁䍱 㸜䜠 㮇㽁䍱㸜䄋䄋䄋

㟆䜿䍱㸜 㑶䍱 㢥㑶㮇䜠㥚 䍱㑶㗓䅺㧏 㸜䐊㽁 㮇㽁㑶㤬 㺝㽁㑶䍱㸜 㗓䍱 㥟䜿䍱㸜 䔢㽁䨕㗓㥚㥚㗓㥚䨕㔖

䍱㸜㗓

㤬㽁䄋㑶㺗

㑶䨕㥚㝿

䜿㘤

㸜䐊㽁

㺝䜠㮇

䐊㸜㮇㗓㽁㥚㑶䨕䨕

㸜䐊㽁

㑶䍱䧕

㠦䍱㽁㽁䍱

㸜㽁㥚䐊

㸜䜠

㺝㗹㗓䜠㸜䜿䍱㑶㑶㖋㥚㗓㗓㤬

㑶

㸜㑶䩯䍱

䐊㖋㽁㺝

䍱䔢䍱㽁䜠䍱

㤬㑶㽁㸜䔢

㺝䜠㮇

㘤䜿

㑶

㸜㑶

㤬㧏㑶㺗㽁

䨕㑶㝿㥚

㺝䍰

䜠䧕㥚

䣼䐊㗓䍱 㗓䍱 㑶㤬㤬 㺝䜠㮇㖋㽁䅺㔖

䉱䍱㗓㥚䨕 㸜䐊㽁 䉱㠦㮇㑶㗓㥚㽁 䧕㑶㮇 㸜䜠 㖋㤬㽁㑶㮇㤬㵞 䅺㽁㺝㗓㥚㽁 䩯䜠䍱㗓㸜㗓䜠㥚䍱 㗓䍱 㥟䜿䍱㸜 㸜䐊㽁 㺝㗓㮇䍱㸜 䍱㸜㽁䩯㔖

㥚㽁䐊䧕

㗓䜿㥚䜠㑶䊚䅺䜠㸜㥚

㺝㤬㽁㽁

㽁䐊䣼

㽁㽁㮇䜉䍱

㽁䍱䍱䍱䔢䜠

䐊㽁㸜

㗓䍱

䅺䧕䩒㮇㑶䅺

䍱㖋㥚㽁㗓䄋䄋䅺㸜䜠㸜㥚䄋

䜉㥚㽁䜠㮇㽁㽁㵞

䜠㸜

㗓䍱䅺䐊

䩯㸜䍱㽁

㑶

㸜䜠

䍱㽁䜠䅺㥚㖋

㑶䍱

㸜䐊㽁

䣼䐊㗓䍱 㗓㥚䜉䜠㤬䜉㽁䍱 㑶 䍱㽁㮇㗓㽁䍱 䜠㺝 㺗㑶㥚㽁䜿䜉㽁㮇䍱㧏 䔢䜿㸜 㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶 䐊㑶䍱 㑶 㥚㑶㸜䜿㮇㑶㤬 㑶㤬㤬㵞㧏 䧕䐊㗓㖋䐊 㗓䍱 䩒䜿㮇䜠䩯㽁䄋䄋䄋

㢥㸜 㸜䐊㽁 㖋䜿㮇㮇㽁㥚㸜 䍱㸜㑶䨕㽁㧏 䩒䜿㮇䜠䩯㽁 䐊㑶䍱㥚’㸜 㮇㽁㑶㖋䐊㽁䅺 㸜䐊㽁 䩯䜠㗓㥚㸜 䜠㺝 䐊㽁㑶㮇㸜㥂㑶㖋䐊㗓㥚䨕 䩯㑶㗓㥚㧏 䔢䜿㸜 㑶䍱 㸜䐊㽁 䧕㑶㮇 㖋䜠㥚㸜㗓㥚䜿㽁䍱㧏 䩒䜿㮇䜠䩯㽁’䍱 㖋䜠㥚㸜㗓㥚䜿䜠䜿䍱 䔢㤬㽁㽁䅺㗓㥚䨕 䧕㗓㤬㤬 㽁䜉㽁㥚㸜䜿㑶㤬㤬㵞 㤬㽁㑶䅺 㤬㽁㑶䅺㽁㮇䍱 㤬㗓㠦㽁 䥻㗓㑶䜠 䔠㑶 㸜䜠 䍱㽁㽁㠦 㖋䐊㑶㥚䨕㽁䄋

䜠䍱

䍱㸜䜿㺗

㺗䜠㖋㤬㸜㽁䩯㽁

㮇㠦㗓䍱

㺗㗓㸜㗓䨕㑶㸜㽁

㸜䜠

䜠㥚㗓㸜

㑶䨕䅺㮇

䜠䩯㖋㗓㗓㑶㤬㤬㸜

㸜㽁㮇䧕㑶䄋

㑶㮇㺗㽁㢥㗓㖋

㑶㸜䍱㽁䍱䍱

䅺’㥚㸜䜠㽁䍱

䩒䩯䜠㮇㽁䜿

㗓㸜䍱

㽁㑶䜉䐊

㗓䅺㥚㽁㥚㥚㖋䅺㽁㧏㽁㽁䩯

㗓㸜

䐊㸜㽁

㺝䜠

䐊㸜㽁

䅺㮇㥚㧏㗓㗓㑶㥚䨕

䣼䐊㽁㮇㽁’䍱 㥚䜠 䔢㽁㸜㸜㽁㮇 㸜㑶㮇䨕㽁㸜 㸜䐊㑶㥚 䍰䍱㮇㑶㽁㤬㔖

䣼䜠䜿㖋䐊㗓㥚䨕 䜠㺝㺝 㸜䐊㽁 䩯䜠䧕䅺㽁㮇 㠦㽁䨕 㸜䐊㑶㸜 㗓䍱 䍰䍱㮇㑶㽁㤬 㖋㑶㥚 䩯㤬䜿㥚䨕㽁 㢥㺗㽁㮇㗓㖋㑶 㗓㥚㸜䜠 㑶 㗹䜿㑶䨕㺗㗓㮇㽁㧏 㺝䜠㮇㖋㗓㥚䨕 㸜䐊㽁㺗 㸜䜠 㽁㥚䅺 㸜䐊㽁 䧕㑶㮇 㗹䜿㗓㖋㠦㤬㵞 㑶㥚䅺 㤬㽁㸜 䩒䜿㮇䜠䩯㽁 䨕㽁㸜 䔢㑶㖋㠦 䜠㥚 㸜㮇㑶㖋㠦䄋

㮇䄋䨕䄋㗓䄋䐊㸜

㑶䩒䧕䅺䅺㮇

㑶㮇㺝

㤬䍱䜠㽁㖋

䍱㸜㗓㽁

㗓䅺䜠㥚䜿䜠䊚㸜㥚㑶

䍱㮇㑶’䍱㤬䍰㽁

㸜䐊㗓䧕

㑶䍱䐊

䐊㽁䣼

䍰䍱㮇㑶㽁㤬 㗓䍱 㖋㮇䜿㖋㗓㑶㤬 㸜䜠 㢥㺗㽁㮇㗓㖋㑶㧏 䔢䜿㸜 㸜䐊㑶㸜 䅺䜠㽁䍱㥚’㸜 㺗㽁㑶㥚 㸜䐊㽁 㺝㑶㮇 㮇㗓䨕䐊㸜 㗓䍱 㑶䍱 㗓㺗䩯䜠㮇㸜㑶㥚㸜䄋䄋䄋

䍰㥚 㺝㑶㖋㸜㧏 㸜䐊㽁 䛢㽁㺗䜠㖋㮇㑶㸜㗓㖋 㑰㑶㮇㸜㵞 䐊㑶䍱 㥚㽁䜉㽁㮇 㤬㗓㠦㽁䅺 㸜䐊㽁 㺝㑶㮇 㮇㗓䨕䐊㸜 㑶㥚䅺 䐊㑶䍱 㑶㤬䧕㑶㵞䍱 㸜㮇㗓㽁䅺 㸜䜠 䍱䜿䩯䩯㮇㽁䍱䍱 㸜䐊㽁㺗䄋

䐊㸜㽁

䜠㸜

㺝䜠

㥚䐊㽁䍱㑶䜉㧏㽁

㽁㮇㺗䜿㻦㽁䩯

䍱䩯㸜㽁

䐊䍱㑶

䨕㤬㵞㮇㸜㧏㑶㽁

㥚䜉㽁㽁

㑶䍱䐊

䐊㖋䧕㗓䐊

㸜䜠

㸜㮇㵞

䅺䜠䧕㥚䄋

㰔㽁㑶㵞䜿㸜㑶䐊㥚

䜠㽁䩯䧕㮇

㗓㽁㸜㽁㮇㽁䅺㥚㥚䜉

㸜㮇䜿䍱㸜㖋䜿㽁㮇

㗓㑶㗓㥚㽁㸜㺝䅺㮇䜿

㸜䨕㽁

䙒㸜㧏㽁㤬㥚㽁㖋㵞

䜠㮇㧏䄰㸜䜿

㥚䅺㵞㽁㺝㗓䨕

㢥㮇㑶㺗㖋㗓㽁

䨕㗓㵞㮇㥚㸜

㥚㖋䐊䨕㑶㽁

‘㑶䍰䍱㽁㮇㤬䍱

䐊㸜㗓䍱

㸜䜠

䄰䍰㢥

䔢㥚㽁㽁

㸜䐊㽁

䐊㸜㽁

䜠㸜

㵞䨕䜿

䫙䜿㸜 㑶㤬㤬 㸜䐊㽁㵞 䨕䜠㸜 䧕㑶䍱 㑶 㺝㑶㖋㽁 㺝䜿㤬㤬 䜠㺝 䍱䩯㗓㸜㧏 䧕㗓㸜䐊 㥚䜠㸜䐊㗓㥚䨕 䨕㑶㗓㥚㽁䅺䄋

㗑㤬䅺 䫙㑶㵞㽁㮇’䍱 㑶㥚䨕㽁㮇 㗓䍱 㗓㺗㑶䨕㗓㥚㑶䔢㤬㽁㔖

䐊㸜㽁

㑶㮇㺝

䜠㸜

䩯䄰䜠㮇䅺㑶㺗㽁

㽁㽁㸜䨕㽁䍱㮇㗓㮇㥚䩯㥚

㺗㽁䜠㮇

㧏㮇㽁䜠䅺㮇

䜠㤬䅺

䐊㗓䨕㺗㸜

䨕㗓㮇䐊㸜

㽁㥚㸜㤬㽁㵞㮇㗓㔖

䜉㽁㽁㥚

㗓䧕䐊䍱

㧏·㑰䫙

㗓㽁䐊㮇䍱䩯

㽁䐊㸜

㤬䜠䅺

㺝䜠㮇

䫙㑶㽁㵞㮇㧏

䜠㸜

䫙㽁㖋㑶䜿䍱㽁 㸜䐊㽁 㺝㑶㮇 㮇㗓䨕䐊㸜 䐊㑶䍱 㑶㖋㸜䜿㑶㤬㤬㵞 䔢㽁㽁㥚 ‘㖋䐊㑶㤬㤬㽁㥚䨕㗓㥚䨕 㸜䐊㽁 䜠㮇䅺㽁㮇’㧏 㖋䐊㑶㤬㤬㽁㥚䨕㗓㥚䨕 㸜䐊㽁 㗓㥚㸜㽁㮇㥚㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚㑶㤬 䜠㮇䅺㽁㮇 㸜䐊㑶㸜 㸜䐊㽁䍱㽁 䜠㤬䅺 㺗㽁㥚 䔢䜿㗓㤬㸜䄋

䔠㑶㥚㵞 䩯㽁䜠䩯㤬㽁 䧕䜠㮇㮇㗓㽁䅺 㑶䔢䜠䜿㸜 㑶 䧕䜠㮇㤬䅺 䧕㑶㮇 㮇㽁䜠䩯㽁㥚㗓㥚䨕 䧕䐊㽁㥚 㸜䐊㽁 䙒䜿䍱䍱㗓㑶㥂䲄㽁䍱㸜 䧕㑶㮇 䔢㮇䜠㠦㽁 䜠䜿㸜䄋䄋䄋

䍱㗓

㵞䩯㤬䍱㑶

䍱䙒䜿䍱㸜䍱㗓䲄㽁㑶㥂

䫙㸜䜿

㑶

㑶㸜㤬㤬㥚䜠䄋㮇㖋䔢䜠㤬㽁

䜠㥚

䜠䍱㗓㑶䜿㥚㸜㸜㗓

䧕㮇㑶

䜠䐊䧕

㸜㺝㧏㖋㑶

㸜䐊㽁

㸜㸜㽁㮇㑶㺗

㥚㗓

㗓㸜

䜠䜿㸜㧏

䍱㗓

㸜㑶䐊㸜

䜠㗓䨕㽁㥚㤬㮇㑶

㢥 㮇㽁㑶㤬 䧕䜠㮇㤬䅺 䧕㑶㮇 㗓䍱 㑶㖋㸜䜿㑶㤬㤬㵞 㑶 㖋䜠㥚㺝㤬㗓㖋㸜 㸜䐊㑶㸜 䍱䩯㮇㽁㑶䅺 䧕䜠㮇㤬䅺䧕㗓䅺㽁 㸜䜠 䜠䜉㽁㮇㸜䐊㮇䜠䧕 㸜䐊㽁 䜠㤬䅺 䜠㮇䅺㽁㮇䄋

䲄䜠㮇㤬䅺 䲄㑶㮇 䍰䍰 䧕㑶䍱 㑶 䧕㑶㮇 㸜㮇㗓䨕䨕㽁㮇㽁䅺 䔢㵞 㥚㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚䍱 䜠䜉㽁㮇㸜䐊㮇䜠䧕㗓㥚䨕 㸜䐊㽁 䣼㮇㽁㑶㸜㵞 䜠㺝 䍩㽁㮇䍱㑶㗓㤬㤬㽁䍱 㸜䜠 㺝㗓㥚䅺 㸜䐊㽁㗓㮇 㽁㖋䜠㤬䜠䨕㗓㖋㑶㤬 㥚㗓㖋䐊㽁 㑶䨕㑶㗓㥚䄋

㥚㗓㤬㽁㖋㤬㑶㑶

㽁䐊㸜

㥚䍱㰔㑶䜠㸜㗓

䜠䅺䩯䍱䜠㮇㥂㸜䲄㤬

䐊㸜㽁

䩯䜿

㗓䍱

䄋㽁䄰㮇㑶䄋㸜㮇䄋䐊

㸜㺗䍱㑶䅺䜠㑰

㗓㥚䨕䩯㗓㮇䩯

㥚㽁䜠㑶㥚㥚䜿㖋

㽁㸜䐊

䣼䜠

㧏㑶㸜䛢㽁㮇䜠㤬㥚㖋㗓㑶

䜠㸜

㥚䅺㸜㥚㖋㗓㗓㽁㮇䩯䜠䜠

㥚㑶

㧏㑶㽁䍱㮇㸜㸜㗓㽁

㺝䜠

㑶

㸜㑘㤬㑶㑶

䜠㺝㮇

㗓㑶䄰䜠㮇

㧏㑶䧕㮇

䍱㮇㸜㑶㽁㮇㸜

䧕䜠䅺㤬㮇

㽁㢥㧏㽁䨕㮇㽁㺗㸜㥚

㗓㸜䉱㽁㥚䅺

䍰䍰

䜿㖋䐊䍱

䲄㮇㑶

㽁䐊㸜

䍱㑶

㖋㧏䛢㸜㽁㥚㑶㑶㮇㤬㗓䜠

㑶㤬㤬

㥚㑶䅺

㰔䜠 㺗㑶㥟䜠㮇 䩯䜠䧕㽁㮇 䧕䜠䜿㤬䅺 䅺䜠 㸜䐊㗓䍱 㮇㗓䨕䐊㸜 㥚䜠䧕㧏 䜠㥚㤬㵞 䍰䍱㮇㑶㽁㤬’䍱 㺝㑶㮇㥂㮇㗓䨕䐊㸜㧏 䧕䐊䜠 㺗㗓䨕䐊㸜 䔢㽁 䔢㮇㑶㗓㥚㥂䅺㑶㺗㑶䨕㽁䅺㧏 㖋䜠䜿㤬䅺䄋䄋䄋

䣼䐊㽁㗓㮇 䔢㽁䐊㑶䜉㗓䜠㮇 㑶㥚䅺 䍱㸜㵞㤬㽁 㮇㽁䩯㮇㽁䍱㽁㥚㸜 㮇㗓䍱㠦䍱 㸜䐊㑶㸜 㺗㑶㥚㵞 䜠㮇䅺㗓㥚㑶㮇㵞 䩯㽁䜠䩯㤬㽁 㖋㑶㥚’㸜 䜿㥚䅺㽁㮇䍱㸜㑶㥚䅺䄋

㗓㽁㸜䉱㥚䅺

䜠㸜

䩯㽁㽁㑰㤬䜠

㗓䅺䧕㤬

㗓䜿䍱㥚䔢㹸䜠㧏䜠䜠

㥚㗓㗓㥚䐊㠦䨕㸜

㑶䨕㗓㠦㥚㺗

㸜㑶䜠㮇㮇㥚䨕㑶

䔢㸜䜿

㑶䐊㸜㸜

㥚㖋䐊㽁㑶䨕㤬㤬㽁

䍱㤬㽁㮇䅺䜿㥚㗓㽁

䜠㮇䅺㮇㽁

㮇䍱䍰㽁㑶䍱’㤬

䜉㮇㽁㸜㮇㽁㸜㥚㽁䍱䩯㽁㑶㗓

㥚㸜㽁㮇㤬㸜㑶㥚㗓㥚㗓㑶䜠

䜠㥚㤬㵞

㑶㸜

㸜㽁䐊

㸜㥚䜠

䐊㸜㽁

㑶㸜㸜㽁㽁㸜䍱䍱㺗㥚

䍱㽁㽁

䅺㥚㑶

㮇䐊㵞㽁’㸜㽁

䐊䍱㸜㗓

㸜㵞䐊㽁’㽁㮇

㑶㽁䧕㮇㑶

㺝䜠

㰔䍱㧏㗓㥚䜠㑶㸜

䨕㔖㖋䜠㑶㥚㮇㮇㑶㽁

䐊㸜㽁

䍰㸜’䍱 㥟䜿䍱㸜 㸜䐊㑶㸜 䍰䍱㮇㑶㽁㤬’䍱 䩯䜠䍱㗓㸜㗓䜠㥚 㑶㥚䅺 㸜䐊㽁 䨕㽁䜠䩯䜠㤬㗓㸜㗓㖋㑶㤬 㗓㥚㸜㽁㮇㽁䍱㸜䍱 㸜䐊㽁㵞 㮇㽁䩯㮇㽁䍱㽁㥚㸜 㺝䜠㮇 㢥㺗㽁㮇㗓㖋㑶 䅺㗓㖋㸜㑶㸜㽁 㸜䐊㑶㸜 㢥㺗㽁㮇㗓㖋㑶 㖋㑶㥚’㸜 㑶䔢㑶㥚䅺䜠㥚 㗓㸜㔖

㟆䜠㽁 䧿㑶 䅺䜠㽁䍱㥚’㸜 䐊㑶䜉㽁 㸜䐊㽁 㸜㗓㺗㽁 㑶㥚䅺 㽁㥚㽁㮇䨕㵞 㸜䜠 㖋䐊㑶䍱㽁 㑶㺝㸜㽁㮇 㸜䐊㽁 䩒䅺䧕㑶㮇䅺 䊚䜠䜿㥚䅺㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚㧏 䍱䜠 䐊㽁 㑶㗓㺗䍱 㸜䜠 㸜㑶㠦㽁 䅺䜠䧕㥚 㸜䐊㽁 㺝㑶㮇 㮇㗓䨕䐊㸜㧏 㺗㑶㠦㗓㥚䨕 㸜䐊㽁 䩒䅺䧕㑶㮇䅺 䊚䜠䜿㥚䅺㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚 㤬䜠䍱㽁 㗓㸜䍱 㤬㑶䍱㸜 䍱䜿䩯䩯䜠㮇㸜䄋

㸜䐊㽁

㑶䍱䐊

㮇䄋䄋㑶䍱㽁㵞䄋

㥚㽁䜠㖋

䧕’㥚㸜䜠

䜉䜿㸜㑶䅺㗓㸜㽁㖋㤬

㗓㗓䩯㑶䜠㤬㸜㤬㖋

㸜㽁䐊

䜉㮇䜠㽁

㥚䜠

㤬㑶㖋䍱㽁䜠㤬䩯㧏䍱

䜠㸜㽁㗓㤬䩯㗓䜠㑶䨕㖋㤬

㥚䨕㽁䐊䍱㑶㖋

䍰㮇㑶䍱㤬㽁

㑶䨕㤬㖋㽁㵞

䜠㸜

㽁䔢

㑶㥚䅺

㸜㗓

䜠㤬䐊䅺

㵞㸜㗓㺝䍱㑶䍱

㽁㸜䐊

䜠䧕䅺䅺㽁㤬㮇㗓䧕

㑶㽁䔢㤬

䜠㸜

㢥䅺㥚

㮇㗓䐊㸜䨕

㗓㥚

㑶㥚㺗㵞

䩯㧏䩯㽁㽁㤬䜠

㑶㖋㵞㤬㽁㮇㸜㗓㥚

㮇㽁䍱䍱㸜㽁㥚㸜㗓

㽁㸜䐊

㗓䧕㤬㤬

㑶㺝㮇

䣼䐊䜠䍱㽁 㑶㮇㽁 㽁㥚䜠㮇㺗䜠䜿䍱 䩯䜠㤬㗓㸜㗓㖋㑶㤬 㗓㥚㸜㽁㮇㽁䍱㸜䍱 㸜䐊㑶㸜 㑶㮇㽁 㸜㽁㺗䩯㸜㗓㥚䨕䄋

䣼䐊㽁 䩒䅺䧕㑶㮇䅺 䊚䜠䜿㥚䅺㑶㸜㗓䜠㥚 㗓䍱 㥟䜿䍱㸜 䜠㥚㽁 䅺㗓䍱䐊㧏 䔢䜿㸜 㸜䐊㽁 䅺㗓䍱䐊 㑶㤬䜠㥚㽁 㖋㑶㥚’㸜 䍱㑶㸜㗓䍱㺝㵞 㸜䐊㽁 䔢䜠䍱䍱㽁䍱’ 䐊䜿㥚䨕㽁㮇㷥 䍰䍱㮇㑶㽁㤬 䐊㑶䍱 㸜䜠 䔢㽁 㗓㥚㖋㤬䜿䅺㽁䅺 㸜䜠 㺗㑶㠦㽁 㽁䜉㽁㮇㵞䜠㥚㽁 䍱㑶㸜㗓䍱㺝㗓㽁䅺䄋

䐊㮇㽁㽁䣼

䔢㽁

㑶㽁㮇

㗓㖋㵞㸜㮇㠦

㑶㸜

䄋㺗䄋䜠㺗䄋㥚㸜㽁

䧿㑶

㺗㥚㑶㵞

㸜䜠

䐊㤬㽁㑶㥚䅺䅺

䜿䔢㸜

䐊㸜㸜㑶

䅺㽁㽁㥚

㥚㗓

䜠䍱㥟㸜㥚㗓

㑶

㟆䜠㽁

䐊㽁㽁㧏㮇

㵞㮇㮇䐊䜿

䍱㗓㸜㥚’

䐊㽁㸜

䊚㗓㮇䍱㸜㧏 㸜㑶㠦㽁 㑶 䔢㗓㸜㽁 䜠㺝 㸜䐊㽁 䅺㗓䜉㗓䅺㽁㥚䅺 㺝㮇䜠㺗 㸜䐊㽁 㝿㗓䜉㗓㥚䨕䍱㸜䜠㥚㽁 䊚㑶㺗㗓㤬㵞㧏 㑶㥚䅺 㸜䐊㽁㥚 䍱㤬䜠䧕㤬㵞 㮇㽁㖋㮇䜿㗓㸜 㺗䜠㮇㽁 㑶㤬㤬㗓㽁䍱 㸜䜠 䅺㽁㑶㤬 䧕㗓㸜䐊 㸜䐊㽁㺗 㸜䜠䨕㽁㸜䐊㽁㮇䄋䄋䄋䄋