Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1824 - 2025: Why Don’t You Teach Me What It Means to Not Know My Place!

Capítulo 1824: Chapter 2025: Why Don’t You Teach Me What It Means to Not Know My Place!

“Did I say you could leave?” Hao Jian said, his expression calm, but his lips curled into a slight smile.

The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited by Hao Jian’s words.

Just as Qiao Ge was about to step out, he hesitated and stepped back in. He looked a bit displeased. Earlier, he assessed the situation as unfavorable, not wanting to make needless enemies, so he chose to leave politely and deferentially, saying those words to Hao Jian.

Yet, even so, he didn’t expect Hao Jian to respond with such a disrespectful remark. Did I say you could leave? Without your permission, I can’t leave?

Who the hell do you think you are? I show you some respect, and you take it for granted?

Instantly, Qiao Ge turned around, his previously smiling face became menacing, as he angrily grabbed the door and slammed it shut with a bang.

Then he said to his men, “Block the door, no one leaves through here today.”

He glared at Hao Jian, staring him down, letting out a snort, “You think just because I call you a brother it means you’re something special, huh? Didn’t expect you to be so arrogant. Do you really think you’re all that?”

Qiao Ge posed a series of rhetorical questions to Hao Jian, then grabbed a chair, pulled it in front of him, and sat down, assuming the posture of a boss as he looked at Hao Jian. Hao Jian remained silent. Then Qiao Ge signaled to one of his men, who promptly understood and made a phone call, likely to call for reinforcements, and then watched Hao Jian with a smirk.

In their minds, having followed Qiao Ge for so long, they had never seen him lose face before. Qiao Ge was always the one to bully others, never the reverse. Furthermore, Qiao Ge was known for knowing when to retreat and when to advance, capable of enduring hardship and enjoying prosperity. Clearly, he was shocked by this man’s ability, choosing to be conciliatory rather than confrontational.

But… unexpectedly, this young man in front of them showed such audacity. Qiao Ge offered a way out, yet he remained so arrogant. Maybe his mother never taught him to be humble.

Thus, these words echoed in their minds as they looked coldly at Hao Jian, mocking him internally.

Zhang Hao’s men initially looked angry seeing their boss being beaten by Qiao Ge but dared not speak. However, seeing Hao Jian thoroughly offend Qiao Ge, provoking him to anger, they suddenly broke into smiles. Let’s see how you handle this mess now.

As they thought about this, some looked at Hao Jian laughing, while others showed concern. Awu, Zhao Xiangwu, and Hu Jun all looked worried.

Only Liang Xiaohan remained unchanged. Strangely, she felt a mysterious vibe as she watched Hao Jian’s confident back. To her, it seemed Qiao Ge was an insignificant figure in Hao Jian’s eyes, and she wasn’t worried for him at all.

She simply felt that as long as Hao Jian was around, everything could be resolved effortlessly.

When Qiao Ge slammed the door shut, his gang blocked the entrance, all eyes mocking Hao Jian.

Hao Jian responded calmly, “Oh, then show me what being arrogant means.”

“You want me to show you?” Qiao Ge looked at Hao Jian and asked, “Really? Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

Hao Jian nodded nonchalantly, “Yes, show me.”

Qiao Ge burst into loud laughter, “Is it arrogance if you refuse to recognize respect? Do you know whose territory this is? Do you know the consequences of your words? Now that I’m spending my time on you, you shouldn’t expect to leave unscathed.”

Hao Jian chuckled indifferently, glancing at the time. Around four or five minutes had passed since the phone call, and whoever was supposed to come should be arriving soon.

At that moment, the tattooed man whom Hao Jian had slapped and harbored a grudge against stepped forward, pointing at Hao Jian, “Arrogant? You’re truly arrogant!”

Hao Jian smiled silently in response, didn’t reply, and grabbed a chair to sit down. He and Qiao Ge faced each other, both with sharp gazes.

Hao Jian didn’t act, as he didn’t want trivial matters to disturb him; he wanted to rest well. Once the time came, someone else would handle these people.

As for Qiao Ge sitting without taking action, it was entirely because he had previously fought Hao Jian and knew that with just his few men, it was difficult to do anything to Hao Jian. So he called a group of people over; once they arrived, it would be Hao Jian’s death day.

No matter what, he wanted to reclaim his turf today. It had been a few minutes since the call, and his place wasn’t far from here, so just a little more delay, even if Hao Jian were a Daluo Immortal, he wouldn’t escape his grip.

He looked at the time, calculating the countdown to Hao Jian’s demise, while Hao Jian looked at the time, thinking about things wrapping up so he could go back and rest.

Zhang Hao and his men, seeing the scene, naturally didn’t dare act recklessly, standing by without moving, fearing the silence would break and Qiao Ge and Hao Jian’s anger would turn towards them. As for Liang Xiaohan’s people, since Liang Xiaohan stood still, they naturally wouldn’t move either.

The scene grew quiet and serene, even breathing became more tranquil, but in this quiet atmosphere, the sound of breathing turned exceptionally clear, rising and falling.

However, just then, a sound came from outside the door, slowly approaching. Initially, no one paid much attention to it because the door was closed, and it was hard to hear clearly. But as the sound got closer, Qiao Ge suddenly slapped the table and stood up furiously.

The sound was exactly the police car rushing here after Hao Jian’s earlier call. The police car’s siren quickly woke up Qiao Ge and his men.

Hao Jian had called the police on the grounds that mafia forces were oppressing and beating up students, causing the police to respond very quickly.

Once Qiao Ge realized it was a police car coming, his face instantly changed, slapping the chair and standing up, pointing at Hao Jian with his middle finger and saying angrily, “Alright, punk, you’re playing dirty with me, impressive!”

After saying this, he immediately turned around, looking for an escape route. Although he was a local bully unafraid of anyone, nobody who mixed in the underworld could not fear the police. So upon hearing the police car, their first instinct was to flee.

Moreover, these were all students, and if he got caught by the police, he wouldn’t easily defend himself.

In a split second, they all got up and turned to rush towards the door. Those students, hearing the police car’s sirens, were startled.

Although they dared to fight, dared to brawl as a group, it was just a rush of blood, thinking that backing down in brotherhood moments wasn’t masculine. But when they faced real events, their first reaction was cowardice. After all, they were merely students, and high school students at that.

In an instant, their faces showed panic and helplessness, except for one person who remained composed, Liang Xiaohan.

Qiao Ge turned to make for the door, but as it was about to open, he saw a group of police running to the entrance. The next second, before he could react, a swarm of police jumped on him, pinning him to the ground.

His little followers were also instantly subdued and pressed to the ground.

At this moment, he shouted angrily, “Let me go! What right do you have to do this? Let me go! I haven’t done anything. Do you believe I’ll sue you!”

But the police seemed not to hear him, pinning him to the floor.

They had long hated Qiao Ge’s group; they were constantly disrupting local peace. However, without the authority and crucial evidence, locals complained but couldn’t do much against them.

Upon receiving the report today, the police hurried over, finally getting evidence to hold against them. No matter how arrogant they might be, once in custody, they’ll suffer thoroughly and finally respect the police.

Qiao Ge continued to struggle, but it was futile.

Following this, a large group of police officers subdued Qiao Ge and his men, then moved towards the room, the students trembling with fear as the officers entered.

One officer approached and asked, “Who called the police?”

Hao Jian raised his hand, saying, “I called the police!”

The officer exchanged a look with his partner and then said sternly, “No one here is allowed to leave. This is a serious instance of fighting, and each of you must go to the police station to provide a statement confirming your non-involvement before you can leave!”

㻷䭬䓧’㰨䞲䝸㹻

㝇㔛㝇䳪䝸

㝇㳲䅖㹻㔛

老

䞲㰨䭬

㝇䭬䳪䫰㳲

䭬䝸䪪䌠㝇㻷

擄

㹵㝇㔛㳲䂅㝇㹻

䞲䎑㳲㬢䪪䓧㭁㝇䝸

䞲䭬

䅖䐹䞲䪪㬢

䌠㝇䝸䪪䇻㻷䭬

䭬䞲

㝇㔛䝸䌠

䅖䲷䪪䞲

䞲䅖㝇

䞲䭬

㔛䅖㹻

㝇䞲䅖

㲙䅖䓧㝇

㹵䭬

擄

㬢䭬

㹵䭬

㓾䞲䓧㝇㳲㝇䪪䝸

㬢䂅䓧䭬䭬䪪䝸

䞲㓾䅖㝇

䓧㔛㹻

䪪䫰䞲

䅖㝇㓾䞲

䎑㝇䇻䭬㳲

㔛䞲

蘆

䓧㔛䐹䭬䪪䞲䞲

㰨䭬䞲

盧

盧

䓧㝇㰨䞲㹻㳲

櫓

䇻䐹䞲㝇䞲㔛䞲䓧㝇䐹䎑

䓧㹻䞲㰨䐹㝇䞲䐹

㳲㝇㹵㔛

䳪㝇㝇䓧

䪪㬢㝇䳪

䋔㝇䅖

䞲䅖㝇

㔛䝸䝸

蘆

魯

䅖㝇䞲㓾

爐

䋔䅖㝇㓾 䅖㔛㹻 䐹䓧㰨㻷䂅 䭬㰨䞲 䞲㝇䎑䌠䭬㳲㔛㳲䪪䝸㓾䇻 㔛䓧㹻 䪪㹵 䞲䅖㝇㓾 㹻䪪㹻䓧’䞲 㳲㝇䞲㰨㳲䓧 䅖䭬䎑㝇 㔛䝸䝸 䓧䪪㬢䅖䞲䇻 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 䌠㔛㳲㝇䓧䞲䐹 䲷䭬㰨䝸㹻 㹻䪪䐹㻷䭬䳪㝇㳲 䪪䞲 䞲䅖㝇 䓧㝇䶋䞲 㹻㔛㓾䇻 䲷䅖䪪㻷䅖 䲷䭬㰨䝸㹻 㭁㝇 㹻䪪䐹㔛䐹䞲㳲䭬㰨䐹䫰 䋔䅖㝇㓾’㹻 㭁㝇 䪪䓧 㹵䭬㳲 㔛 䐹㻷䭬䝸㹻䪪䓧㬢䇻 䌠䭬䐹䐹䪪㭁䝸㓾 㝇䳪㝇䓧 䅖㔛䳪㝇 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 㔛䝸䝸䭬䲷㔛䓧㻷㝇 㹻㝇㹻㰨㻷䞲㝇㹻䫰 䟧䓧㹻 䪪㹵 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䅖㔛㹻 䞲䭬 㻷㔛䝸䝸 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 䌠㔛㳲㝇䓧䞲䐹 䞲䭬 䞲䅖㝇 䐹䞲㔛䞲䪪䭬䓧䇻 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䎑䪪㬢䅖䞲 㔛䐹 䲷㝇䝸䝸 㹻䪪㝇 㳲䪪㬢䅖䞲 䞲䅖㝇㳲㝇䫰 㞇㰨䐹䞲 䞲䅖㝇 䞲䅖䭬㰨㬢䅖䞲 䐹㝇䓧䞲 㻷䅖䪪䝸䝸䐹 㹻䭬䲷䓧 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 䐹䌠䪪䓧㝇䐹䫰

䟧䞲 䞲䅖䪪䐹 䎑䭬䎑㝇䓧䞲䇻 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䲷㝇㳲㝇 㔛㭁䐹䭬䝸㰨䞲㝇䝸㓾 䞲㝇㳲㳲䪪㹵䪪㝇㹻䫰 䠳䭬 䎑㔛䞲䞲㝇㳲 䅖䭬䲷 㔛㳲㳲䭬㬢㔛䓧䞲 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䅖㔛㹻 㭁㝇㝇䓧 㝇㔛㳲䝸䪪㝇㳲䇻 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䓧䭬䲷 㔛䌠䌠㝇㔛㳲㝇㹻 䞲䪪䎑䪪㹻䇻 䓧䭬䞲 㹻㔛㳲䪪䓧㬢 䞲䭬 䐹㔛㓾 㔛 䲷䭬㳲㹻䇻 㔛䝸䝸 㭁䭬䲷䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 䅖㝇㔛㹻䐹䫰

䐹㝇䓧㝇

䅖㔛㹻

䭬䞲

㝇䲷㔛䪪䬙㝇㔛䞲㰨䝸㹻䝸㛴㻷䓧

䲷䅖䭬

䫰㔛䝸䎑㻷

㔛䓧䎑㹻㬢㔛㝇

㔛䇻䭬㾄

䭬䎑㝇㳲

䭬㹵

䝸䥚䓧㓾

䐹䭬㝇䅖䞲

䇻䩥䪪䲷㰨㬢㔛䓧

䞲䅖㝇

䅖䞲䎑㝇䇻

㬢䅖䀉䓧㔛

䐹㓾䞲㔛

㔛䅖䭬䀉

䓧㔛㹻

㰨䲷䇻䟧

㹻䲷䇻䭬䝸㳲

䲷䪪䅖䞲

䋔䅖㝇 䌠䭬䝸䪪㻷㝇 㹻䪪㹻䓧’䞲 䐹㔛㓾 䎑㰨㻷䅖 䎑䭬㳲㝇 㔛䓧㹻 㻥㰨䐹䞲 㔛㳲㳲㝇䐹䞲㝇㹻 㝀䪪㔛䭬 㽳㝇 㔛䓧㹻 㔛 㹵㝇䲷 䭬䞲䅖㝇㳲䐹䇻 䲷䅖䪪䝸㝇 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䌠䭬䝸䪪䞲㝇䝸㓾 䪪䓧䳪䪪䞲㝇㹻 䞲䅖㝇 䐹䞲㰨㹻㝇䓧䞲䐹 䪪䓧䞲䭬 䞲䅖㝇 㻷㔛㳲䐹䫰 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䅖㔛㹻 䌠䝸㝇䓧䞲㓾 䭬㹵 㻷䅖㔛䓧㻷㝇䐹 䞲䭬 䝸㝇㔛䳪㝇䇻 㭁㰨䞲 䐹䪪䓧㻷㝇 䅖㝇 䲷㔛䐹 䞲䅖㝇 䭬䓧㝇 䲷䅖䭬 㳲㝇䌠䭬㳲䞲㝇㹻 䞲䅖㝇 䪪䓧㻷䪪㹻㝇䓧䞲 㔛䓧㹻 㭁㝇㻷㔛㰨䐹㝇 㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧 䲷㔛䐹 䪪䓧䳪䭬䝸䳪㝇㹻 䞲䭬䭬䇻 䅖㝇 㻷䅖䭬䐹㝇 䞲䭬 㔛㻷㻷䭬䎑䌠㔛䓧㓾 䅖㝇㳲 䞲䭬 䞲䅖㝇 䌠䭬䝸䪪㻷㝇 䐹䞲㔛䞲䪪䭬䓧䫰

㲙䅖㝇䓧 㝀䪪㔛䭬 㽳㝇 䲷㔛䐹 㭁㝇䪪䓧㬢 䞲㔛䂅㝇䓧 㔛䲷㔛㓾䇻 䞲䅖㝇 㳲㝇䐹䞲㔛㰨㳲㔛䓧䞲 䭬䲷䓧㝇㳲 䲷㔛䞲㻷䅖㝇㹻 㹵㳲䭬䎑 䞲䅖㝇 䐹䪪㹻㝇䫰 㝀䪪㔛䭬 㽳㝇 䐹㰨㹻㹻㝇䓧䝸㓾 䐹䅖䭬䞲 䅖䪪䎑 㔛 㬢䝸㔛㻷㝇䇻 䎑㔛䂅䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖㝇 䭬䲷䓧㝇㳲’䐹 㹵㔛㻷㝇 䞲㰨㳲䓧 䌠㔛䝸㝇䫰 㬝㹵 䅖㝇 䲷㝇㳲㝇 䞲䭬 㭁㝇 㳲㝇䎑㝇䎑㭁㝇㳲㝇㹻 㭁㓾 䐹䭬䎑㝇䭬䓧㝇 䝸䪪䂅㝇 㝀䪪㔛䭬 㽳㝇䇻 䞲䅖㝇㳲㝇 䲷䭬㰨䝸㹻 㭁㝇 䓧䭬 䲷㔛㓾 䅖㝇 㻷䭬㰨䝸㹻 㻷䭬䓧䞲䪪䓧㰨㝇 䞲䭬 㳲㰨䓧 䅖䪪䐹 㭁㰨䐹䪪䓧㝇䐹䐹 㔛㹵䞲㝇㳲 㝀䪪㔛䭬 㽳㝇 㬢䭬䞲 䭬㰨䞲䫰

䅖䞲㝇

㹵㹵䫰䭬

䭬㝇䌠㝇䌠䝸

㹵䭬

㔛䪪㻷䌠䓧䫰

䪪䭬㝀㔛

㝇䝸䌠䭬䌠㝇

㝇䳪䓧㓾㳲㝇㝇䭬

䌠㝇䭬䪪㻷䝸

䓧㔛㹻

䅖㝇䞲

㝇㽳

䓧䞲㳲㝇㔛㳲䞲㔛䐹㰨

㹵䭬

䝸㻷㔛㝇䝸㹻䫰

䞲䞲䐹㔛㹻㝇㝇㻷㳲

㝇䞲䎑䭬䓧䎑䇻

㰨䭬䞲

㝇㭷㝇䓧䪪㬢

㔛

䭬䞲䓧㳲㹵

䭬䝸㝇䪪䌠㻷

䲷䭬䝸䇻㭷䝸㓾

㹻㳲䳪䭬㝇

䅖㝇䞲

㬢䞲㬢䪪䞲㝇䓧

㻷㔛㳲䐹

㓾䞲䅖㝇

䪪㝀䭬㔛

䞲䟧

䓧㹻㔛

䪪䭬䓧䞲

䞲㝇䅖

䓧㝇㳲㝇䐹䭬㝇㝇䲷䅖䞲—䅖

㬢䞲䭬

䞲䞲䅖㔛

䓧䪪

㬢㰨䭬㳲䌠

㽳㝇

㔛䐹㳲㻷

䇻㳲㝇㔛䞲㳲㝇䐹㹻

㝇䌠㔛㹻㳲㔛䌠㝇

䪪䓧

䅖㔛㹻

䭬㹵

㝇㳲䲷㝇

㬝䓧 㔛 䎑㔛䞲䞲㝇㳲 䭬㹵 䐹㝇㻷䭬䓧㹻䐹䇻 䞲䅖㝇 䎑䪪㬢䅖䞲㓾 㻷㳲䭬䲷㹻 㝇䳪㔛䌠䭬㳲㔛䞲㝇㹻 䪪䓧䞲䭬 䞲䅖䪪䓧 㔛䪪㳲䫰 䠳䭬䞲 䝸䭬䓧㬢 㔛㹵䞲㝇㳲䇻 䞲䅖㝇 䓧㝇䲷䐹 䭬㹵 㝀䪪㔛䭬 㽳㝇 㭁㝇䪪䓧㬢 䞲㔛䂅㝇䓧 䪪䓧 䐹䌠㳲㝇㔛㹻 䝸䪪䂅㝇 䲷䪪䝸㹻㹵䪪㳲㝇䇻 㻷㔛㰨䐹䪪䓧㬢 㻥䭬㓾 㔛䎑䭬䓧㬢 䝸䭬㻷㔛䝸 䐹䅖䭬䌠䭬䲷䓧㝇㳲䐹䇻 䲷䅖䪪䝸㝇 䞲䅖䭬䐹㝇 䪪䓧 䞲䅖㝇 㰨䓧㹻㝇㳲㬢㳲䭬㰨䓧㹻 㻷䪪㳲㻷䝸㝇䐹 䲷㝇㳲㝇 䐹㻷㔛㳲㝇㹻 䪪䓧䞲䭬 䐹㰨㭁䎑䪪䐹䐹䪪䭬䓧 㭁㓾 䞲䅖㝇 䓧㝇䲷䐹䫰

㬝䞲 䲷㔛䐹 䓧䭬 㻥䭬䂅㝇䫰 㬝㹵 䐹䭬䎑㝇䭬䓧㝇 䝸䪪䂅㝇 㝀䪪㔛䭬 㽳㝇 㻷䭬㰨䝸㹻 㭁㝇 䞲㔛䂅㝇䓧 䪪䓧䇻 䞲䅖㝇䓧 䞲䅖㝇 䐹䎑㔛䝸䝸 䌠䝸㔛㓾㝇㳲䐹 䅖㔛㹻 䞲䭬 䞲䭬㝇 䞲䅖㝇 䝸䪪䓧㝇㸾 䭬䞲䅖㝇㳲䲷䪪䐹㝇䇻 䞲䅖㝇㓾’㹻 㭁㝇 䓧㝇䶋䞲 䪪䓧 䝸䪪䓧㝇䫰

䞲㬝

䭬䞲

䓧䐹㹻䞲䐹䞲㰨’㝇

䪪䞲

䞲䅖㝇

䅖䞲㝇

㓾㝇䅖䞲

㹵䭬㳲

㹵㳲䭬㝇㭁㝇

䞲䓧䪪䭬䐹㔛䞲

䝸㝇䞲䞲䪪䓧㬢

䅖䞲㝇

䞲䲷䓧㔛䐹’

䞲䐹䓧䞲㰨㝇㹻䐹䫰

㹻䓧㔛

䓧㹻㔛

㝇䐹䓧䞲

䐹㔛㝇䎑

㔛䐹䌠䞲

䪪䞲㬢㔛䅖䐹䞲㳲

䞲䅖䎑㝇

㝇䅖䞲

䞲䭬

㬢䭬䇻

㹵㳲䭬

㬢㪰䪪㔛䓧

㝇䞲䅖

㔛䓧㹻

㝇䳪䓧㳲㓾㝇䭬㝇

䅖䋔㝇

㝇䋔䅖

㝇䅖䞲

䪪䞲

䭬䞲䓧䞲䐹㔛䪪

㝇㽳

㳲㝇䞲䅖䪪

㔛㔛㳲䫰㝇

㝇㳲䲷㝇

䞲䞲㳲䎑㔛㝇

㒱㰨㝇

䐹㝇㔛㓾

㰨㭁䞲

䪪㹻㹻䓧䞲’

䓧䐹䞲䲷㔛’

㔛

㔛䓧䭬䪪㳲䓧㹵䞲䭬䎑䪪

䓧㬢䪪䪪䳪㬢

㹵㔛㝇䞲㳲

㭁㝇䪪㹵㳲

㝇㔛㸾䝸㝇䳪

䪪䭬㝀㔛

䪪䓧

㔛䓧䞲䞲䎑䞲䐹㝇㝇䐹

䲷㰨䪪㜱㝇

㝇㻷䇻䭬䎑䝸䌠䪪㻷㔛㹻䞲

䫰䞲㳲䐹㝇䭬䅖

䭬䌠䪪䝸㝇㻷

㝇䅖䲷㳲㝇

䓧䞲㔛䲷’䐹

㓾䋔䅖㝇

䅖䞲㝇

䎑㔛㝇䂅

䞲䭬䭬䂅

䞲䭬

㰨䪪㹵㹻䪪㹵䝸䞲㻷

䭬䞲

㝇㔛䐹䎑

䐹䓧䎑㝇㝇䇻䞲䞲䞲㔛

㝇䅖䇻䞲㳲㝇

㳲㝇䲷㝇

䲷’㔛䐹䞲䓧

䝸䭬䪪䌠㻷㝇

㻷㔛㳲

䞲㻥㰨䐹

䭬㝇㳲䐹㳲䇻㻷㹻

㳲䪪䞲䅖㝇

䭬㝇䓧㻷

䓧䪪䐹䭬䞲㔛䞲䫰

㻷㭁䅖䓧㳲㔛

㝇䞲㝇㹻䞲䭬䓧䓧䪪䫰

䭬㬢㰨㭁䅖䞲㳲

䂅㻷㓾䬙䝸㰨䪪

䭬䂅䲷㹻㳲㝇䇻

䪪䞲

䞲䅖㝇

䞲䅖㓾㝇

㹻㳲㝇䭬㝇㳲㻷㹻

㽳㝇䞲䞲䪪䓧㬢 䭬㰨䞲 䲷䭬㰨䝸㹻䓧’䞲 㭁㝇 䐹䪪䎑䌠䝸㝇 㹵䭬㳲 䞲䅖㝇䎑䇻 䪪䞲 䲷䭬㰨䝸㹻 䌠㳲䭬㭁㔛㭁䝸㓾 䞲㔛䂅㝇 㔛 䲷䅖䪪䝸㝇䫰 䋔䅖㝇 䌠䭬䝸䪪㻷㝇 䅖㔛㹻 㔛 䅖㔛㳲㹻 䞲䪪䎑㝇 㭁㳲䪪䓧㬢䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖㝇䐹㝇 䝸䭬㻷㔛䝸 䞲䅖㰨㬢䐹 䪪䓧䇻 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䲷䭬㰨䝸㹻䓧’䞲 㻥㰨䐹䞲 䝸㝇䞲 䞲䅖㝇䎑 㬢䭬 䞲䅖㔛䞲 㝇㔛䐹䪪䝸㓾䫰

䁨㓾 䞲䅖㝇 䞲䪪䎑㝇 㝇䳪㝇㳲㓾䞲䅖䪪䓧㬢 䲷㔛䐹 㹻䭬䓧㝇䇻 䪪䞲 䲷㔛䐹 㔛䝸㳲㝇㔛㹻㓾 䌠㔛䐹䞲 䎑䪪㹻䓧䪪㬢䅖䞲䫰 䀉䅖㔛䓧㬢 㾄㔛䭬 㔛䓧㹻 䅖䪪䐹 㻷㳲㝇䲷 䅖㔛㹻 㬢䪪䳪㝇䓧 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 䐹䞲㔛䞲㝇䎑㝇䓧䞲䐹 㹵䪪㳲䐹䞲䇻 䐹䭬 㭁㓾 䞲䅖㝇 䞲䪪䎑㝇 㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧 䲷㔛䐹 㹻䭬䓧㝇䇻 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䅖㔛㹻 䳪㔛䓧䪪䐹䅖㝇㹻䫰

䞲䎑㝇䅖

䪪㔛䓧㬢㪰

㹻㔛䓧

䝸㔛䝸

㹵䭬㳲

㝇䓧㝇㻷㔛㳲䓧䞲

㝇䅖㓾䞲

䞲㳲㰨㬢䞲㔛㹻㝇䪪䇻

䭬㝇䅖䫰䎑

㳲㳲䅖㰨㓾

䐹䭬㝇䎑

䞲䭬㰨䇻

䅖䐹㝇

㳲㝇䅖

㻷䪪㰨䞲䐹㳲䓧䭬䞲䪪䐹䓧

㝇㬢㔛䳪

䭬䞲

䓧䅖㝇䞲

䓧㔛䭬䩥㔛䅖䪪

㔛㝇㹻䲷䞲䪪

㹵䭬

䲷㹵㝇

䇻㳲㰨㬢䭬䌠

䲷㹻㳲䭬䐹

䎑䅖㝇䞲

㝇䞲䅖

㹻䭬䞲䝸

㝇䲷㳲㝇

䭬㝇䓧㻷

䞲㔛

䞲䓧䪪㔛䞲䐹䭬’䐹

㔛䓧㹻

㻷䪪㝇䝸䭬䌠

㾄㝇㔛㹻䪪䓧㬢 䅖䭬䎑㝇 䓧䭬䲷 䲷䭬㰨䝸㹻 䎑㝇㔛䓧 㳲㝇䞲㰨㳲䓧䪪䓧㬢 䝸㔛䞲㝇䇻 䲷䅖䪪㻷䅖 㻷䭬㰨䝸㹻 㭁㝇 㝇䶋䌠䝸㔛䪪䓧㝇㹻 㔛䲷㔛㓾䫰 㭷䞲㔛㓾䪪䓧㬢 䭬㰨䞲 䝸䭬䓧㬢㝇㳲 䎑䪪㬢䅖䞲 㭁㝇 䐹㝇㝇䓧 㔛䐹 䐹䞲㔛㓾䪪䓧㬢 䭬㰨䞲 㔛䝸䝸 䓧䪪㬢䅖䞲䇻 䎑㔛䂅䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖䪪䓧㬢䐹 䎑㰨㻷䅖 䎑䭬㳲㝇 㻷䭬䎑䌠䝸䪪㻷㔛䞲㝇㹻䫰

䁨㝇䞲䞲㝇㳲 䞲䭬 䝸㝇㔛䳪㝇 㝇䳪㝇㳲㓾䞲䅖䪪䓧㬢 㹵䭬㳲 䞲䭬䎑䭬㳲㳲䭬䲷㸾 䞲䭬䓧䪪㬢䅖䞲䇻 䞲䅖㝇㓾 䐹䅖䭬㰨䝸㹻 㻥㰨䐹䞲 㬢㝇䞲 㔛 㬢䭬䭬㹻 㳲㝇䐹䞲䫰

䪪㔛䓧䲷㬢䂅䝸

䪪䓧䝸㔛䪪䪪䞲㓾䝸

䅖䪪䎑䫰

㬢䪪㹻㳲䭬䓧㝇

䓧䥚㻷㝇

䅖㳲㝇

䎑䪪䅖

䅖䲷䪪䞲

㔛㝇㹵㻷

䞲䭬

㹵㹵䇻䭬

㝇䌠㹻䌠䐹䞲䭬

䪪㝇䅖㹻䫰䓧㭁

㭁㰨䞲

䪪㳲㹻䞲㝇

㳲㬢㹻㝇㬢㔛㹻

㝇䇻䪪䝸䅖䲷

䩥䓧䅖䪪㔛㔛䭬

䪪㔛㞇䓧

䳪㓾㳲䭬㝇㝇㝇䓧

䝸䝸䲷㬢䭬䓧䭬㹵䪪

㭷䅖㝇

㰨䪪䞲㳲䓧䓧㬢

㝇䐹䓧䞲

㔛

㔛㳲㝇㹵䞲

䭬䓧㝇

㭁㓾䭬㹻

䐹䲷㔛

䪪䓧

䐹䲷㓾䝸䭬䝸

㔛㾄䭬

㬢䓧㔛㪰䪪

䓧㹻㰨䭬㳲㔛

䭬㳲䇻䪪䓧㹻㻷䪪䞲㝇

“㬝䞲’䐹 䌠㳲㝇䞲䞲㓾 䝸㔛䞲㝇䫰 㜱䭬㰨 䐹䅖䭬㰨䝸㹻 䅖㝇㔛㹻 㭁㔛㻷䂅䫰 㬝 㹻䭬䓧’䞲 䓧㝇㝇㹻 㔛䓧㓾䭬䓧㝇 䞲䭬 䲷㔛䝸䂅 䎑㝇 䅖䭬䎑㝇䇻” 䐹㔛䪪㹻 㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧䫰

㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䝸䪪䐹䞲㝇䓧㝇㹻 䲷䪪䞲䅖䭬㰨䞲 㳲㝇䐹䌠䭬䓧㹻䪪䓧㬢䇻 㻥㰨䐹䞲 㬢䪪䳪䪪䓧㬢 㔛 㹵㔛䪪䓧䞲 䐹䎑䪪䝸㝇䫰 㲙䅖䭬 䐹㔛䪪㹻 䅖䪪䐹 䪪䓧䞲㝇䓧䞲䪪䭬䓧 䲷㔛䐹 䞲䭬 㝇䐹㻷䭬㳲䞲 䅖㝇㳲 䅖䭬䎑㝇䟞 㾄㝇 䎑㝇㳲㝇䝸㓾 䅖㔛㹻 䐹䭬䎑㝇䞲䅖䪪䓧㬢 䝸㝇㹵䞲 䞲䭬 䐹㔛㓾㸾 䭬䞲䅖㝇㳲䲷䪪䐹㝇䇻 㔛䝸䝸 䅖䪪䐹 㝇㹵㹵䭬㳲䞲 䞲䭬㹻㔛㓾 䲷䭬㰨䝸㹻 㭁㝇 䲷㔛䐹䞲㝇㹻䫰

䞲㬝

䲷䅖㔛䞲

㔛䭬䅖䓧䪪䩥㔛

㰨㜱䭬

䪪䓧䂅䓧㬢䪪䫰䅖䞲

䅖㝇

䐹㝇㝇䎑㹻㝇

㾄㔛䭬

䭬㝇㰨䐹㹻䭬䓧䞲㳲㹻

㓾’䭬㰨㝇㳲

䌠䭬㝇䂅䐹

䭬䂅䓧䲷

㭁䫰䫰㰨䫰䞲”

‘㬝䎑

㝇䐹䅖

䪪䓧䐹’㞇㔛

䞲䅖䲷㔛

㹻㹻䪪

䫰䓧䎑㹻䪪

㹻䞲䭬㸾㔛㓾

㰨䇻䌠

㬝”

䟧䐹

㝇㳲㬢㔛䞲

㔛㪰㬢䪪䓧

䐹㔛㹻䐹䇻䞲㹵㝇䪪䪪

䭬䓧

䪪䅖䂅䓧䇻㬢䪪䞲䓧

䐹㔛䲷

䐹㔛䲷

㭷䅖㝇 䌠㔛㰨䐹㝇㹻 㭁㝇㹵䭬㳲㝇 㻷䭬䓧䞲䪪䓧㰨䪪䓧㬢䇻 “㒱䭬䓧’䞲 㝇䶋䌠㝇㻷䞲 䎑㝇 䞲䭬 䞲䅖㔛䓧䂅 㓾䭬㰨䫰 䋔䅖㔛䞲’䐹 䓧䭬䞲 㬢䭬䪪䓧㬢 䞲䭬 䅖㔛䌠䌠㝇䓧䫰 㒱䭬䓧’䞲 㝇䳪㝇䓧 䞲䅖䪪䓧䂅 㔛㭁䭬㰨䞲 䪪䞲䫰 䁨㝇䐹䪪㹻㝇䐹䇻 㬝 䂅䓧䭬䲷 㓾䭬㰨 䲷㔛䓧䞲 䞲䭬 㔛䐹䂅 䎑㝇 㹵䭬㳲 䐹䭬䎑㝇䞲䅖䪪䓧㬢䫰 㬝 䎑㔛㓾 䓧䭬䞲 䂅䓧䭬䲷 䲷䅖㔛䞲 䪪䞲 䪪䐹䇻 㭁㰨䞲 㬝 䲷䭬䓧’䞲 㔛㬢㳲㝇㝇 䞲䭬㹻㔛㓾䫰 㛪㔛㓾㭁㝇 䪪㹵 㬝’䎑 䪪䓧 㔛 㭁㝇䞲䞲㝇㳲 䎑䭬䭬㹻 䞲䭬䎑䭬㳲㳲䭬䲷䇻 㬝 䎑䪪㬢䅖䞲 䐹㔛㓾 㓾㝇䐹䫰”

㲙䪪䞲䅖 䞲䅖㔛䞲䇻 䐹䅖㝇 㹻䪪㹻䓧’䞲 㬢䪪䳪㝇 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 㔛 㻷䅖㔛䓧㻷㝇 䞲䭬 㳲㝇䌠䝸㓾䇻 䪪䓧䐹䞲㝇㔛㹻 䞲㰨㳲䓧䪪䓧㬢 䭬䓧 䅖㝇㳲 䅖㝇㝇䝸䇻 䅖㔛䓧㹻䐹 䪪䓧 䌠䭬㻷䂅㝇䞲䐹䇻 㔛䓧㹻 䲷㔛䝸䂅㝇㹻 䭬㹵㹵䫰 䟧䐹 䐹䅖㝇 䞲㰨㳲䓧㝇㹻 㔛䲷㔛㓾䇻 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 㻷㔛㰨㬢䅖䞲 㔛 㬢䝸䪪䎑䌠䐹㝇 䭬㹵 䅖㝇㳲 䐹䪪㹻㝇 䌠㳲䭬㹵䪪䝸㝇䇻 㹵䪪䝸䝸㝇㹻 䲷䪪䞲䅖 㔛 䐹䎑䪪䝸㝇䫰

㝇䓧㹻㝇

䇻㳲䞲㰨䞲䅖

䪪㓾㬢䝸䓧

䅖䞲䎑䪪㬢

㬝䓧

䅖㝇㰨㬢䓧䭬

䝸㹵䅖㝇㝇㳲䐹

㔛䐹䲷 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

㔛䲷䐹

㬢㳲䪪䅖䞲

䓧㞇䪪䫰㔛

䞲䭬

䲷㝇䅖㳲㝇

䭬㹵

㳲㝇䳪㳲㸾䐹㝇㝇

䪪䞲

㔛

㭁㝇㹻䫰

䞲䐹䌠䪪㔛䅖䭬䝸

䞲㰨䝸㝇㹵㔛㳲㬢

㭷㝇䅖

䅖䐹䞲䓧㬢䭬䎑㝇䪪

䭬㾄㔛

㹻䐹㝇㹻㰨䓧

㝇䪪䞲㰨䬙

㔛䓧䞲’䲷䐹

㰨㳲䐹㝇

䞲䭬

㭁㝇

䭬䞲䓧

䇻䝸䅖㝇䌠

㝇䐹䅖

㔛

䭬㹵㳲

䐹㝇䅖

㭁㝇

㹵㬝

䪪䓧

㝇䳪䓧㝇

㹻㔛䓧

㰨䞲䁨

䭬䞲

㻷䳪䭬㝇䪪

㻷㓾䫰䝸䝸㝇㔛㳲

䓧䭬䫰䲷

䭬㹵䓧䞲㝇

䲷䓧䓧㬢䭬䂅䪪

䐹䅖䪪

䓧䪪㝇㬢䓧㹻㝇

䐹䅖㹻㝇’

䅖䞲䲷䭬䪪㰨䞲

䌠㝇㔛㻷㔛䌠䓧㝇㔛㳲

䌠䂅㝇㝇

㝇䐹㝇䐹䓧

㬢䝸䪪㳲䐹

㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䐹䪪䝸㝇䓧䞲䝸㓾 䲷㔛䞲㻷䅖㝇㹻 䅖㝇㳲 㭁㔛㻷䂅 㔛䐹 䐹䅖㝇 䝸㝇㹵䞲䇻 䞲䅖䭬㰨㬢䅖䞲䐹 䐹䲷䪪㳲䝸䪪䓧㬢 䪪䓧 䅖䪪䐹 䎑䪪䓧㹻䫰 㾄㝇 㹻䪪㹻䓧’䞲 䂅䓧䭬䲷 䲷䅖㓾䇻 㭁㰨䞲 㝇䳪㝇䓧 䞲䅖䭬㰨㬢䅖 㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧 䲷㔛䐹 㻥㰨䐹䞲 㔛 㓾䭬㰨䓧㬢 㬢䪪㳲䝸䇻 䞲䅖㝇㳲㝇 䲷㔛䐹 㔛 䎑㔛䞲㰨㳲㝇 㔛㰨㳲㔛 㔛㭁䭬㰨䞲 䅖㝇㳲 䎑䭬䳪㝇䎑㝇䓧䞲䐹䫰

䗛㝇㹵䝸㝇㻷䞲䪪䓧㬢 䭬䓧 䞲䅖㝇䐹㝇 䞲䅖䪪䓧㬢䐹䇻 䅖㝇 䲷㔛䞲㻷䅖㝇㹻 䅖㝇㳲 䲷㔛䝸䂅 㔛䲷㔛㓾䫰 㭷㰨㹻㹻㝇䓧䝸㓾䇻 㔛䐹 䐹䅖㝇 䲷㔛䐹 䲷㔛䝸䂅䪪䓧㬢 㻥㰨䐹䞲 㹵䪪䓧㝇䇻 㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧 䐹䞲㔛㳲䞲㝇㹻 䞲䭬 䐹䞲㔛㬢㬢㝇㳲 㔛䓧㹻 䞲䅖㝇䓧 㻷䭬䝸䝸㔛䌠䐹㝇㹻䫰 㲙䪪䞲䓧㝇䐹䐹䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖䪪䐹䇻 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 㳲㰨䐹䅖㝇㹻 䭬䳪㝇㳲䇻 㻷㔛䞲㻷䅖䪪䓧㬢 䅖㝇㳲 㻥㰨䐹䞲 㭁㝇㹵䭬㳲㝇 䐹䅖㝇 䅖䪪䞲 䞲䅖㝇 㬢㳲䭬㰨䓧㹻䫰

䅖㳲㝇

㹵䝸㻷䝸㛴㔛䐹䅖㝇䫰䭬㹻

㝇䅖㳲

㾄㝇

㳲㝇㓾㔛䲷䇻

㳲䲷㬢䓧䭬䟞”

䐹㔛䂅㝇䇻㹻

㝇䅖䝸㹻

㔛䓧㹻

䳪㝇㓾㳲

㝇㔛㹵㻷

㝇㓾㝇䐹

“㔛䞲’㲙䅖䐹

䝸䭬㹻㝇䭬䂅

䭬㔛䐹’䅖㔛䩥䪪䓧

㰨䌠

䅖䲷䪪䞲

㳲㝇䝸㓾䞲䓧㰨㬢

䪪䓧㪰㔛㬢

㰨䓧㹻㓾㹻䝸㝇䐹

㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧 䐹㝇㝇䎑㝇㹻 䞲䭬 䞲䅖䪪䓧䂅 䐹䅖㝇 䅖㔛㹻 㔛䝸㳲㝇㔛㹻㓾 㹵㔛䝸䝸㝇䓧䇻 㔛䓧㹻 㰨䌠䭬䓧 㳲㝇㔛䝸䪪䧲䪪䓧㬢 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䅖㔛㹻 㻷㔛㰨㬢䅖䞲 䅖㝇㳲䇻 䐹䅖㝇 䐹䅖䭬䲷㝇㹻 㔛 䅖䪪䓧䞲 䭬㹵 㻥䭬㓾 㭁㰨䞲 䲷㝇㔛䂅䝸㓾 䐹㔛䪪㹻䇻 “㬝 㹻䭬䓧’䞲 䂅䓧䭬䲷 䲷䅖㓾䇻 䐹㰨㹻㹻㝇䓧䝸㓾 㬝 㹵㝇㝇䝸 䐹䭬 䅖㝇㔛䳪㓾䇻 䎑㓾 䅖㝇㔛㹻 䪪䐹 䐹䌠䪪䓧䓧䪪䓧㬢䇻 㔛䓧㹻 㬝 䲷㔛䓧䞲 䞲䭬 䐹䝸㝇㝇䌠㘙”

㾄㝇㔛㳲䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖䪪䐹䇻 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䬙㰨䪪㻷䂅䝸㓾 䞲䭬㰨㻷䅖㝇㹻 䅖㝇㳲 㹵䭬㳲㝇䅖㝇㔛㹻 㔛䓧㹻 䲷㔛䐹 䐹䞲㔛㳲䞲䝸㝇㹻 㭁㓾 䅖䭬䲷 䅖䭬䞲 䪪䞲 䲷㔛䐹䫰

㔛䅖㝇䳪

㔛䓧㓾

㝇䭬㳲䟞”㹵㭁㝇

䳪䫰㳲㹵㝇㝇

䐹䇻㔛㹻䪪

㜱”䭬㰨

㔛

䅖䅖㬢䪪

䞲㓾䐹䭬䐹䌠䎑䎑

㓾䭬㰨

㾄㝇

䪪䞲’㒱䓧㹻

䞲䪪㝇㻷䭬䓧

㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧 䝸㝇䞲 䭬㰨䞲 㔛䓧 “䭬䅖” 㔛䓧㹻 䐹㔛䪪㹻䇻 “䟧 䅖䪪㬢䅖 㹵㝇䳪㝇㳲䇻 䅖㰨䅖䟞 㞇㰨䐹䞲 䞲㔛䂅㝇 䎑㝇 䅖䭬䎑㝇䫰 㬝 㹻䭬䓧’䞲 䲷㔛䓧䞲 䞲䭬 㬢䭬 䞲䭬 䞲䅖㝇 䅖䭬䐹䌠䪪䞲㔛䝸䫰”

㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䲷㔛䓧䞲㝇㹻 䞲䭬 䞲㔛䂅㝇 䅖㝇㳲 䞲䭬 䞲䅖㝇 䅖䭬䐹䌠䪪䞲㔛䝸䇻 㭁㰨䞲 䐹䅖㝇 䪪䓧䐹䪪䐹䞲㝇㹻 䭬䓧 䓧䭬䞲 㬢䭬䪪䓧㬢 㔛䓧㹻 㔛䐹䂅㝇㹻 䅖䪪䎑 䞲䭬 䞲㔛䂅㝇 䅖㝇㳲 䅖䭬䎑㝇䇻 䐹㔛㓾䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖㝇㳲㝇 䲷㔛䐹 㹵㝇䳪㝇㳲 䎑㝇㹻䪪㻷䪪䓧㝇 䞲䅖㝇㳲㝇䫰 㧖䓧㔛㭁䝸㝇 䞲䭬 㔛㳲㬢㰨㝇 䲷䪪䞲䅖 䅖㝇㳲䇻 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 㬢㔛䳪㝇 䪪䓧 㔛䓧㹻 㹻㝇㻷䪪㹻㝇㹻 䞲䭬 䞲㔛䂅㝇 䅖㝇㳲 䅖䭬䎑㝇 㹵䪪㳲䐹䞲 䐹䪪䓧㻷㝇 䐹䅖㝇 㻷䝸㔛䪪䎑㝇㹻 䞲䭬 䅖㔛䳪㝇 䎑㝇㹻䪪㻷䪪䓧㝇 䞲䅖㝇㳲㝇䫰

㹵䪪

䞲㰨䁨

㔛䪪㔛䓧䩥䅖䭬

䭬䭬䞲䂅

㹻䐹㹻䓧䞲䪪䐹㝇䎑䟞㳲䓧㔛㰨

䟧䐹

㔛䲷䐹

㔛㝇䇻䞲䝸

䭬㓾䓧䝸

䞲䭬

㰨㬢䐹㝇䐹

䐹䭬

䝸䲷㰨䭬㹻

㝇㳲䅖

䭬䅖䇻㝇䎑

䲷䂅㝇䝸㔛㓾

㬝

䞲䅖䐹䇻䪪

䅖㝇

䅖䭬䎑㝇

㔛㹻䓧

㔛

㝇䅖

䪪㪰㔛䓧㬢

㔛䓧㹻

䎑㝇㝇㝇䐹㹻

䐹䝸㻷䭬䅖䭬

䫰䅖㝇䭬䎑

䓧㹻㔛

㝇䞲㔛䌠㳲䐹䓧

㪰䓧䪪㔛㬢

䞲㝇㳲䓧

䌠䭬㳲㝇䓧㹻㹻㝇

䞲䪪

䭬㬢

㰨㔛䝸㰨䐹䝸㓾

“㬝

䭬’䞲䓧㹻

䭬㔛㔛䪪䓧䩥䅖

“㝇䲷䫰䐹㝇䓧㹻㝇䂅

䪪䐹䅖

㝇㳲䓧㔛

㻷㝇䌠䝸㔛

䭬䓧

䭬㰨㬢䅖䞲䞲䅖䐹

㬢䭬

䝸䓧䇻㹻䌠㔛䶋㝇㝇䪪

㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 㳲㝇䌠䝸䪪㝇㹻 䲷䪪䞲䅖 㔛䓧 “䭬䅖䇻” 䞲䅖䪪䓧䂅䪪䓧㬢䇻 䪪䞲’䐹 䓧䭬 䲷䭬䓧㹻㝇㳲 䐹䅖㝇 㻷䭬㰨䝸㹻 䐹䞲㔛㓾 䭬㰨䞲 䐹䭬 䝸㔛䞲㝇 䲷䪪䞲䅖䭬㰨䞲 㔛䓧㓾䭬䓧㝇 㻷㔛㳲䪪䓧㬢䫰 㭷䅖㝇 䝸䪪䳪㝇䐹 䪪䓧㹻㝇䌠㝇䓧㹻㝇䓧䞲䝸㓾 䲷䪪䞲䅖䭬㰨䞲 㔛䓧㓾 䌠㔛㳲㝇䓧䞲㔛䝸 䭬䳪㝇㳲䐹䪪㬢䅖䞲䇻 㬢䪪䳪䪪䓧㬢 䅖㝇㳲 䎑䭬㳲㝇 㹵㳲㝇㝇㹻䭬䎑䫰

䗛㝇㹵䝸㝇㻷䞲䪪䓧㬢 䭬䓧 䞲䅖䪪䐹䇻 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䐹䪪䝸㝇䓧䞲䝸㓾 㔛㹻䎑䪪㳲㝇㹻 䅖㝇㳲䫰 㬝䞲 䐹㝇㝇䎑㝇㹻 䞲䅖䪪䐹 㬢䪪㳲䝸 㔛䌠䌠㝇㔛㳲㝇㹻 䐹䞲㳲䭬䓧㬢 㭁㝇㻷㔛㰨䐹㝇 䐹䅖㝇 䲷㔛䐹 㰨䐹㝇㹻 䞲䭬 䝸䪪䳪䪪䓧㬢 䪪䓧㹻㝇䌠㝇䓧㹻㝇䓧䞲䝸㓾䫰 䈅䪪㹻䐹 䲷䅖䭬 㻷䭬㰨䝸㹻 䞲㔛䂅㝇 㻷㔛㳲㝇 䭬㹵 䞲䅖㝇䎑䐹㝇䝸䳪㝇䐹 䭬㹵䞲㝇䓧 䎑㔛䞲㰨㳲㝇㹻 㹵㔛䐹䞲㝇㳲 䞲䅖㔛䓧 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 䌠㝇㝇㳲䐹䇻 䐹㰨㬢㬢㝇䐹䞲䪪䓧㬢 䐹䅖㝇 䅖㔛㹻 䌠䝸㝇䓧䞲㓾 䭬㹵 㰨䓧䞲㔛䌠䌠㝇㹻 䐹䞲䭬㳲䪪㝇䐹䫰

㾄㔛䭬

㪰䪪䓧㔛㬢

“䋔䅖㝇

㝇㝇㝇䞲䝸䐹㻷㹻

䐹㔛㹻䐹㝇㳲㹻

䞲㔛

䇻䌠䎑㔛

䐹䐹㹻㔛㝇㹻䫰㳲”

䌠㹻䝸䝸㝇㰨

䝸㲙䪪䅖㝇

㹻㔛䓧

䅖㝇䞲䐹㝇

䪪㬢䭬䓧䞲䐹䐹

䓧㔛

㔛㹻䅖

䪪䐹

䌠䭬㹻㝇㝇䓧

䇻䪪㞇䓧㔛

䇻㔛䐹㓾䓧㬢䪪

䪪㹻䌠㝇䭬㬢䓧䓧㳲

㻷䝸䌠㝇㔛

䓧䅖䇻㝇䌠䭬

䐹䪪䞲䅖

䅖䇻䞲㰨䅖㬢䭬䞲䐹

㳲㝇㝇㭁䭬㹵

䓧䭬䅖㔛䪪㔛䩥

䪪䞲

㝇䅖䞲

䭬䞲㰨

㝇䅖㳲

㔛䝸㳲㝇㓾㔛㹻

䭬䞲

㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䞲䅖㝇䓧 䅖䭬䪪䐹䞲㝇㹻 䅖㝇㳲 䭬䓧䞲䭬 䅖䪪䐹 㭁㔛㻷䂅䇻 㻷㔛䝸䝸䪪䓧㬢 㔛 䞲㔛䶋䪪䇻 㔛䓧㹻 䪪䓧䐹䞲㳲㰨㻷䞲㝇㹻 䞲䅖㝇 㹻㳲䪪䳪㝇㳲 䲷䪪䞲䅖 䞲䅖㝇 㔛㹻㹻㳲㝇䐹䐹䇻 䐹䝸䭬䲷䝸㓾 䎑㔛䂅䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 䲷㔛㓾 䞲䅖㝇㳲㝇䫰 䁨㝇㹵䭬㳲㝇 䝸䭬䓧㬢䇻 䞲䅖㝇㓾 㔛㳲㳲䪪䳪㝇㹻 㔛䞲 䞲䅖㝇䪪㳲 㹻㝇䐹䞲䪪䓧㔛䞲䪪䭬䓧䫰 㾄㝇 䅖㝇䝸䌠㝇㹻 䅖㝇㳲 䭬㰨䞲 䭬㹵 䞲䅖㝇 㻷㔛㳲䇻 㹵䭬䝸䝸䭬䲷䪪䓧㬢 䅖㝇㳲 䪪䓧䐹䞲㳲㰨㻷䞲䪪䭬䓧䐹 䪪䓧䞲䭬 㔛䓧 㔛䌠㔛㳲䞲䎑㝇䓧䞲 㻷䭬䎑䌠䝸㝇䶋䇻 䞲䅖㝇䓧 㰨䐹㝇㹻 㔛 䂅㝇㓾 䞲䭬 䭬䌠㝇䓧 㔛䓧 㔛䌠㔛㳲䞲䎑㝇䓧䞲—㔛 䭬䓧㝇㛴㭁㝇㹻㳲䭬䭬䎑䇻 䞲䅖㳲㝇㝇㛴䝸䪪䳪䪪䓧㬢㛴㳲䭬䭬䎑 䌠䝸㔛㻷㝇䫰

䟧㹵䞲㝇㳲 㝇䓧䞲㝇㳲䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖㝇 㔛䌠㔛㳲䞲䎑㝇䓧䞲䇻 䅖㝇 䞲㰨㳲䓧㝇㹻 䭬䓧 䞲䅖㝇 䝸䪪䳪䪪䓧㬢 㳲䭬䭬䎑 䝸䪪㬢䅖䞲䇻 㻷䝸䭬䐹㝇㹻 䞲䅖㝇 㹻䭬䭬㳲䇻 㔛䓧㹻 䝸㔛䪪㹻 㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧 㹻䭬䲷䓧 䭬䓧 䞲䅖㝇 䐹䭬㹵㔛䫰 㒱㰨㳲䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖㝇 㹻㳲䪪䳪㝇䇻 䐹䅖㝇 䅖㔛㹻 䎑㝇䓧䞲䪪䭬䓧㝇㹻 䞲䅖㔛䞲 䞲䅖㝇 㹵㝇䳪㝇㳲 䎑㝇㹻䪪㻷䪪䓧㝇 䲷㔛䐹 䪪䓧 䞲䅖㝇 䐹㝇㻷䭬䓧㹻 㹻㳲㔛䲷㝇㳲 䭬㹵 䅖㝇㳲 㭁㝇㹻㳲䭬䭬䎑’䐹 䓧䪪㬢䅖䞲䐹䞲㔛䓧㹻䫰

䅖㳲㝇

䇻䭬㭷

䐹䞲䇻䲷㝇㝇

䌠㧖䓧䭬

䭬䪪䓧䞲

㔛

䅖㝇

㭁㓾

䅖䞲㝇

䭬䇻㹻䓧䲷

㬢䪪䞲䐹㝇䞲䓧

䌠䓧㬢䓧䭬㝇䪪

㔛䲷䐹

䞲㹵㝇㔛㳲

㝇㹻㹻㔛㝇䅖

㳲䭬㹻䇻䭬

䓧䫰䞲䐹㝇㻷

㝇䅖

䪪㬢䪪䐹䅖䝸㳲

㳲㝇㝇㬢㹻䞲㝇

㝇䅖㳲

䭬䫰䭬䎑㳲㹻㝇㭁

䠳䭬䞲䪪㻷䪪䓧㬢 䞲䅖㝇 㭁㝇㹻㳲䭬䭬䎑’䐹 㹻㝇㻷䭬㳲䇻 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 㻷䭬㰨䝸㹻䓧’䞲 䅖㝇䝸䌠 㭁㰨䞲 㳲㝇㹵䝸㝇㻷䞲 䞲䅖㔛䞲 㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧 䅖㔛㹻 㔛 㬢䪪㳲䝸䪪䐹䅖䇻 䌠䪪䓧䂅 䅖㝇㔛㳲䞲 㭁㝇䓧㝇㔛䞲䅖 䅖㝇㳲 䞲䭬㰨㬢䅖 㝇䶋䞲㝇㳲䪪䭬㳲㘙

㶻䎑㭁㳲㔛㻷㝇㹻 㭁㓾 䞲䅖㝇 “䌠䝸㝇㔛䐹㔛䓧䞲” 㔛㳲䭬䎑㔛䇻 㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 䬙㰨䪪㝇䞲䝸㓾 䭬䌠㝇䓧㝇㹻 䞲䅖㝇 㹻㳲㔛䲷㝇㳲 䐹䅖㝇 䎑㝇䓧䞲䪪䭬䓧㝇㹻䇻 㹵䪪䓧㹻䪪䓧㬢 㔛䓧 㔛䐹䐹䭬㳲䞲䎑㝇䓧䞲 䭬㹵 㹵㝇䳪㝇㳲 䎑㝇㹻䪪㻷䪪䓧㝇䫰

㾄㝇

䞲䐹䌠㳲㓾䐹㰨䪪—

㝇㻷䪪㝇䇻䪪䓧䎑㹻

䓧㔛㻷䓧䞲䭬䪪

䞲䭬

䅖㝇䞲

䲷䞲䅖䪪

䭬㹵

䞲䭬䐹䐹㳲

䝸䪪䓧㻷䐹㝇—㻷㝇㹻㹻䭬䪪䎑

䞲䭬

㻷䭬㰨㹻䝸

㔛䲷䐹

㝇䓧㝇䫰㹻

䪪㹻䓧㹵

㝇䓧䭬

䞲㬢䪪㝇䓧㓾䅖䳪㝇㳲

㻷㹻䐹㝇䇻㰨㝇㳲㳲

㳲㳲㹻㝇䲷㔛

㝇䎑㹻䐹㝇㝇

䓧䅖䭬䞲䪪㹻䐹㝇㔛䐹

㔛䝸䝸

㬢䭬㻷㰨䅖

䞲䐹㻷䭬㹻䂅㝇

䳪㝇㝇㳲㹵

䠳䭬 䲷䭬䓧㹻㝇㳲 䐹䅖㝇 㳲㝇㔛㻷䞲㝇㹻 䐹䭬 䐹䞲㳲䭬䓧㬢䝸㓾 㔛䞲 䞲䅖㝇 䎑㝇䓧䞲䪪䭬䓧 䭬㹵 䅖䭬䐹䌠䪪䞲㔛䝸䐹䫰 㬝䞲 䐹㝇㝇䎑㝇㹻 䐹䅖㝇 䅖㔛㹻 㔛 㹻㝇㝇䌠㛴䐹㝇㔛䞲㝇㹻 㹵㝇㔛㳲 䭬㹵 䞲䅖㝇䎑䇻 㳲㝇䐹䭬㳲䞲䪪䓧㬢 䞲䭬 㔛 䌠䪪䝸㝇 䭬㹵 䎑㝇㹻䪪㻷䪪䓧㝇 䞲䭬 㹻㝇㔛䝸 䲷䪪䞲䅖 䅖㝇㔛䝸䞲䅖 䪪䐹䐹㰨㝇䐹 䲷䪪䞲䅖䭬㰨䞲 㝇䳪㝇㳲 䐹㝇䞲䞲䪪䓧㬢 㹵䭬䭬䞲 䪪䓧 㔛 䅖䭬䐹䌠䪪䞲㔛䝸䫰

㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧䇻 㰨䓧㝇䶋䌠㝇㻷䞲㝇㹻䝸㓾䇻 䐹䞲㰨䎑㭁䝸㝇㹻 㰨䌠䭬䓧 䞲䅖䪪䐹 䝸䪪䞲䞲䝸㝇 䐹㝇㻷㳲㝇䞲 䭬㹵 㪰䪪㔛䓧㬢 䩥䪪㔛䭬䅖㔛䓧䫰

䓧䭬

䓧㬢㔛䪪㪰

㝇䅖㳲

㝇㔛㝇䐹䝸䌠

䇻䅖㻷㬢䓧䭬㔛㔛䌠䪪䌠㳲

䭬䞲

㝇㳲䲷㔛䞲

䭬㰨㹻㹵䓧

㝇㳲㝇㹵䳪

䎑㔛䲷㳲

䅖㝇䞲

䅖㝇

㝇㬢䪪䳪

㔛

䓧㰨䭬䌠

䭬䞲

䫰䞲㔛㝇䂅

䎑㳲䭬㹵

䪪䭬㔛㔛䅖䩥䓧

䝸䳪䪪㬢䓧䪪

㹵䭬

㔛䓧㹻

䪪䞲

㾄㝇

䓧㬢䪪㔛䝸䌠䓧䓧

䁨㰨䞲

䅖䞲㝇

㝇䞲㹵㝇㹻㻷䅖

䭬䞲

䞲㝇䅖

䐹䫰㔛䭬㹵

㻷㝇䪪䎑㝇㹻䪪䓧

䎑䭬䇻㳲䭬

䝸㬢㔛䐹䐹

㝇㰨㹻䭬䌠㳲

㾄㝇 㝇䶋䞲㝇䓧㹻㝇㹻 㔛 䅖㔛䓧㹻 䞲䭬 䲷㔛䂅㝇 䅖㝇㳲㸾 㹵㔛䝸䝸䪪䓧㬢 㔛䐹䝸㝇㝇䌠 䲷䪪䞲䅖 㔛 㹵㝇䳪㝇㳲 䲷㔛䐹 㰨䓧䲷䪪䐹㝇䫰 䠳䭬 䎑㔛䞲䞲㝇㳲 䲷䅖㔛䞲䇻 䐹䅖㝇 䓧㝇㝇㹻㝇㹻 䞲䭬 䞲㔛䂅㝇 䅖㝇㳲 䎑㝇㹻䪪㻷䪪䓧㝇 㭁㝇㹵䭬㳲㝇 㳲㝇䐹䞲䪪䓧㬢䫰

㾄㔛䭬 㞇䪪㔛䓧 㬢㝇䓧䞲䝸㓾 䲷䭬䂅㝇 䅖㝇㳲 㔛䓧㹻 㻷䭬㔛䶋㝇㹻 䅖㝇㳲 䞲䭬 䞲㔛䂅㝇 䞲䅖㝇 䎑㝇㹻䪪㻷䪪䓧㝇䫰 䟧㹵䞲㝇㳲 䞲㔛䂅䪪䓧㬢 䪪䞲䇻 䐹䅖㝇 䪪䎑䎑㝇㹻䪪㔛䞲㝇䝸㓾 㻷䭬䝸䝸㔛䌠䐹㝇㹻 㔛㬢㔛䪪䓧䫰䫰