Capítulo 2016: Chapter 1895: Back Home (Part 5)

“He’s in the store right now, covered in bandages, waiting for me to give an explanation. You caused this mess, so you solve it!” Boss Feng wanted to shirk responsibility.

“Isn’t this just extortion? Uncle, don’t get mad, I’ll get someone to throw him out right now!”

“You scoundrel! What are you thinking? Are you trying to get me killed?” Boss Feng’s voice grew louder, almost spitting on the wall.

“He’s Song Xiaodong from Minghe! He has close ties with Beijing. How dare you provoke him? Are you really squandering your good days?”

“Who?” Feng Ping said, indicating she had never heard of Song Xiaodong from Minghe.

“Don’t worry about who he is, just get to the store quickly!” Boss Feng roared into the phone.

“I’m at the hospital right now; my foot got twisted yesterday when I was beaten by someone named Song!” Feng Ping was unwilling to come.

“Serves you right, now hurry up! You’re there to cause trouble, but you run away when it’s time to take responsibility!”

After hanging up the phone, Boss Feng almost threw it to the ground. He leaned over the railing on the second floor, quietly observing Song Xiaodong’s side of the situation. Song Xiaodong was still wrapped in bandages, lying motionless on a stretcher, while ten Dragon Gate Warriors sat around a table, each with a fierce look in their eyes.

Boss Feng watched for a while, sighed, went downstairs, walked up to Song Xiaodong, squatted down, and said to Song Xiaodong: “Mr. Song, I just asked, and it was my niece who acted foolishly. This matter is indeed our fault. I’ve called her over to apologize to you. If you’ve been truly injured, I’ll pay for your treatment and compensate for your losses.”

Song Xiaodong kept his eyes closed and said nothing.

Boss Feng sighed again and continued speaking to Song Xiaodong: “I know your status now and I’m genuinely frightened. The whole thing is our fault, and I apologize. My niece didn’t know who you were, and she accidentally offended you. I hope you won’t take it to heart. Please, show us some mercy and give our store a chance. It’s not easy running a business!”

Song Xiaodong opened his eyes, glanced at Boss Feng, and said, “You’re out of luck, Boss Feng. If you don’t give me an explanation today, won’t my effort of being wrapped in bandages for half a day be in vain?”

Boss Feng understood that this time he would have to pay dearly, and he couldn’t help but sigh.

Before long, Feng Ping arrived, her foot bandaged and a crutch under her arm. She stormed in angrily and saw the mummy lying on the stretcher.

“You damn Song! You twisted my foot, and your wife slapped me several times. Now you’re wrapped in bandages, trying to extort us, huh?” Feng Ping charged up and cursed at Song Xiaodong.

“You scoundrel!” Boss Feng, enraged, slapped Feng Ping across the face.

A loud “smack” was heard, causing Feng Ping’s upper body to swing backward. She held her face, her hair disheveled, turning to look at Boss Feng with a face full of shock, anger, grievance, and unwillingness. After a while, her expression turned to tears. She wailed, “Uncle, you hit me! You hit me for an outsider! I’m telling my dad!”

“Go ahead! Tell your dad everything you’ve done and see if he won’t beat you!” Boss Feng, still angry, pointed at the door with a scowl, yelling at Feng Ping.

Feng Ping simply sat on the floor, rolling, slapping the ground, crying and shouting, “Who hit him? He hit me! My foot’s twisted, and now he’s wrapped in fake bandages, and you believe it? I think you’re losing it!”

“What did you say?” Boss Feng got angrier, raising his hand to hit again. Feng Ping didn’t dodge, moving her face up to shout at Boss Feng, “Hit me! You only bully family!”

Hearing this, Boss Feng paused, saying, “Family, someone like you who betrays family for your own interest, I don’t have a niece like you! Get out! Don’t ever come to my house again!”

Pointing, Zhang Yong and Zhang Meng grabbed Feng Ping, dragging her outside and using their large frames to block the broken glass door, preventing her from entering.

Outside, Feng Ping continued shouting, “I don’t care! You’re not real family, siding with outsiders to bully your own relatives. I’ve worked for you for years, and you have no family loyalty!”

Boss Feng nodded, and Zhang Yong and Zhang Meng dragged Feng Ping even further away. Feng Ping kept screaming, but no one inside the restaurant could hear her.

Boss Feng, fearing a heart attack from his anger, patted his chest, took several deep breaths, and crouched down again to speak to Song Xiaodong, “Mr. Song, I’ve kicked her out. I’ve fired her! Let her find work elsewhere and serve someone else. Let’s see how arrogant she remains!”

Chapter 1899: He Is My Boss!

Song Xiaodong seemed to hear nothing, staring blankly at the ceiling, giving Boss Feng no response.

“Mr. Song, please say something. What do you want? Give me a direct answer. With you all bandaged up and lying at my restaurant’s entrance, I can’t run my business!”

Song Xiaodong turned his head away, ignoring Boss Feng.

“Mr. Song, it was our fault this time. For injuring you like this, we’ll compensate. I’ll pay two million. Is Mr. Song satisfied with that?” Boss Feng thought, he’s just here to make money, so just give it.

蘆

老

䃂䴱䃞㖁䬪䕕

䘇㾹㥹䥫

䯚䍂䥫㩽㪠㖁㪠䕕䃂䯚㮌㼦

㩽䥫䃂䯚㝀㥹䥫

櫓

蘆

盧

擄

盧

擄

盧

䘇䥫䯚㖹䃂㘊䘇㥹

櫓

䯚䥫㪠㖹㖹’

䦶㖁 䬪䥫㖁㝀 㪠㺻䃂㪠 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹 㝀䃂䴱 䃂 㥹䯚䃂䥫㪠 䯚䥫 䙵䯚䥫㥹㺻㖁䃞 䍂䘇䥫㖁㩽 㝀䃂䴱 䥫䘇 䯚䴱䴱㬟㖁 䝯䘇䔴 㺻䯚䍂䃞 䆴㬟㪠 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 䥕䘇㬟㮌㖹䥫’㪠 㪠㺻䯚䥫䬪 䘇䝯 䃂䥫㩽 䘇㪠㺻㖁䔴 㝀䃂㩽 䃂䕕䃂䔴㪠 䝯䔴䘇䍂 䘇䝯䝯㖁䔴䯚䥫㥹 䍂䘇䥫㖁㩽㼦

“䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹䃞 㝀㖁 䃂㪠 㪠㺻㖁 䤗䃂䥫㖹 䘇䝯 㥰䯚䴱㺻 䃂䥫㖹 㰬䯚䥕㖁 䃂䔴㖁 䕕㮌䃂䥫䥫䯚䥫㥹 㪠䘇 䘇䕕㖁䥫 䃂 䥫㖁㝀 䴱㪠䘇䔴㖁 䴱䘇䘇䥫㼦 㛾㺻㖁䥫 㝿 䔴㖁㪠䯚䔴㖁䃞 㖁䃂䥕㺻 䘇䝯 䍂㩽 㪠㝀䘇 䴱䘇䥫䴱 㝀䯚㮌㮌 㺻䃂㑽㖁 䘇䥫㖁 䴱㪠䘇䔴㖁㼦 䦶䘇㝀 䃂䆴䘇㬟㪠 㪠㺻䯚䴱䃞 䍂㩽 㩽䘇㬟䥫㥹㖁䴱㪠 䴱䘇䥫 㝀䘇䥫’㪠 㥹㖁㪠 䘇䥫㖁䃞 䃂䥫㖹 㝿’㮌㮌 㥹䯚䝯㪠 㪠㺻䯚䴱 䥫㖁㝀 䴱㪠䘇䔴㖁 㪠䘇 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹䃞 㝀㺻䃂㪠 㖹䘇 㩽䘇㬟 㪠㺻䯚䥫䬪䐶” 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 䘇䝯䝯㖁䔴㖁㖹 䃂䥫䘇㪠㺻㖁䔴 䥕䘇䥫㖹䯚㪠䯚䘇䥫㼦

䝯䘇䔴

䘇”䴱䴱䬮

㬟䴱㖁

䘇㮌㖹㝀㬟

㩽䍂

㥹䴱㪠㪠䯚㝀䥫䯚

䝯㬟䥫䘇㖹

䔴㪠㬟㖁㪠䴱䃂䃂䔴䥫

䯚㖁㥹䙵䃞㺻䥫

㖹㖁㺻䃞䃂

䥫㖁䥕䬪䃞

㝀㖁㺻㪠㮌䃂

䯚䥫

㑽䃂㺻㖁

㥹䃂㬟䴱䯚䍂䥫

䪏䘇䃂㺻䗖㬟㬟䐶”䥫

㾹㥹䘇䥫

㘊䘇䯚䃂㥹㖹䘇䥫

㪠䯚

㖹䥫䃂

䬮䴱䘇䴱

䃂㖹䥫

㪠䘇

㺻㝀㪠䃂

㬟㪠㖹䥫㖁䔴

㝿

䯚䴱

䯚䴱㖹䃂

䥫䯚

㥰䥫䃞㥹㖁

䯚㺻䴱

㖁㥰䥫䃞㥹

䃂

䴱䯚㺻

䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 㪠㺻䘇㬟㥹㺻㪠 䝯䘇䔴 䃂 䍂䘇䍂㖁䥫㪠 䃂䥫㖹 䃂㥹䔴㖁㖁㖹 䯚㪠 䍂䃂㖹㖁 䴱㖁䥫䴱㖁䃞 䴱䘇 㺻㖁 䴱䃂䯚㖹䃞 “䦶䘇㝀 䃂䆴䘇㬟㪠 㪠㺻䯚䴱䃞 㝀㺻㖁䥫 㪠㺻㖁 䥫㖁㝀 䴱㪠䘇䔴㖁 䘇䕕㖁䥫䴱䃞 㝿’㮌㮌 㮌㖁㪠 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹 䆴㬟㩽 䴱㺻䃂䔴㖁䴱䃞 㝿’㮌㮌 㥹䯚㑽㖁 㬟䕕 㢦䎓㤷 㖁䞐㬟䯚㪠㩽䃞 㺻䘇㝀’䴱 㪠㺻䃂㪠䐶”

㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹 䔴㖁䍂䃂䯚䥫㖁㖹 㬟䥫䍂䘇㑽㖁㖹㼦

㖁㖁㪠㖹䔴䴱䯚䥫㖁㪠

㝀䃂䥫䴱’㪠

䘇㥹㾹䥫

㬟䥫㖹䴱䘇䔴㖁㪠㖹䘇

䥫䯚

㥰䥫㖁㥹

㘊䯚䘇㖹㥹䥫䃂䘇

䘇䴱䬮䴱

㪠㺻㪠䃂

䘇㼦䍂䥫㩽㖁

㖇䴱 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 㝀䃂䴱 䃂㪠 㺻䯚䴱 㝀䯚㪠’䴱 㖁䥫㖹䃞 㺻䯚䴱 㝀䯚䝯㖁 䴱㬟㖹㖹㖁䥫㮌㩽 䥕䃂䍂㖁 㖹䘇㝀䥫䃞 䯚㥹䥫䘇䔴㖁㖹 㖁㑽㖁䔴㩽䘇䥫㖁䃞 㝀䃂㮌䬪㖁㖹 䴱㪠䔴䃂䯚㥹㺻㪠 㬟䕕 㪠䘇 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹䃞 䃂䥫㖹 㝀㺻䯚䴱䕕㖁䔴㖁㖹 䃂 䝯㖁㝀 㝀䘇䔴㖹䴱 䯚䥫 㺻䯚䴱 㖁䃂䔴㼦

䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 䥫䘇㖹㖹㖁㖹 䞐㬟䯚䥕䬪㮌㩽 㬟䕕䘇䥫 㺻㖁䃂䔴䯚䥫㥹䃞 䃂䥫㖹 䴱䃂䯚㖹 㪠䘇 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹 䃂䥫㖹 㪠㺻㖁 䫥䔴䃂㥹䘇䥫 䂺䃂㪠㖁 㛾䃂䔴䔴䯚䘇䔴䴱䃞 “䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹䃞 䕕㮌㖁䃂䴱㖁 㝀䃂䯚㪠 䃂 䍂䘇䍂㖁䥫㪠䃞 㩽䘇㬟 䃂㮌㮌 䥕䃂䍂㖁 㺻㖁䔴㖁 䴱䘇 㖁䃂䔴㮌㩽 䯚䥫 㪠㺻㖁 䍂䘇䔴䥫䯚䥫㥹䃞 㩽䘇㬟 䍂㬟䴱㪠 䆴㖁 㪠㺻䯚䔴䴱㪠㩽㼦 䤗㖁㪠 䍂㖁 䕕䔴㖁䕕䃂䔴㖁 䴱䘇䍂㖁 䆴䔴㖁䃂䬪䝯䃂䴱㪠 䃂䥫㖹 㖹䔴䯚䥫䬪䴱 䝯䘇䔴 㩽䘇㬟㼦”

㖁䘇䴱䘇㖁䍂䥫

䥫䃂㖹

㖁䤗䯚㼦

䘇䕕䔴䯚䕕㬟䥫䘇㩽㪠㪠

䥫䔴䯚㪠㖁䴱㬟㖹㪠䥕

䕕䃂䕕䔴㖁䔴㖁

䥫㖹䃂

㬟㾹

䘇䘇㪠䬪

䴱䴱䬮䘇

㖁㥰㥹䥫

䥫㖁㺻㪠

䃞䴱䔴䯚䃂㪠䴱䕕㬟

㺻㪠䥫㖁

㖁㮌䝯䃞㪠

㪠㖁㺻

㖁䥫㝀㪠

䘇㪠

䘇㪠

䥕䬪䴱䴱䃂䥫

㬟䘇䕕䃞䴱

䥕㮌㮌䃂

“䙵䔴㼦 㾹㬟䐶” 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 䃂䴱䬪㖁㖹 䔴㖁䴱䕕㖁䥕㪠䝯㬟㮌㮌㩽㼦

“㔤㺻䃞 䯚㪠’䴱 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹㼦 㛾㺻䃂㪠’䴱 㬟䕕䐶 䫥䯚㖹䥫’㪠 㝿 䃂㮌䔴㖁䃂㖹㩽 㺻䃂㑽㖁 䴱䘇䍂㖁䘇䥫㖁 䕕䃂㩽 㩽䘇㬟 䝯䘇䔴 㪠㺻㖁 㮌䃂䴱㪠 䍂㖁䃂㮌䐶” 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 㪠㺻䘇㬟㥹㺻㪠 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 㝀䃂䴱 䃂䴱䬪䯚䥫㥹 䝯䘇䔴 䍂䘇䥫㖁㩽㼦

䥫㖹㪠䯚䝯䝯㖁䔴㖁

䥫䃞䘇

‘䍂㝿

䔴㖁㺻䥕㥹䃂䥫䯚

㪠㬟䘇

㪠”㩽㼦䘇䃂㖹

䝯䔴䘇

㬟䞐䯚㩽䬪㮌䥕

“䃞䘇㥭

䔴䃂㪠㖁䍂㪠

㾹㬟䃞

㥰䥫㖁㥹

㖁䭜㖹䕕㮌㖁䃂䯚㼦䥫

䘇䥫䃞

㼦䙵䔴

㪠䘇

䃂

㬟䘇㩽

䴱䬮䘇䴱

“䦶䍂䍂䐶 㛾㺻䃂㪠 䘇㪠㺻㖁䔴 䍂䃂㪠㪠㖁䔴䐶” 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 䃂䴱䬪㖁㖹䃞 䕕㬟䗖䗖㮌㖁㖹㼦

“䙵䔴㼦 㾹㬟䃞 㺻㖁䔴㖁’䴱 㪠㺻㖁 䴱䯚㪠㬟䃂㪠䯚䘇䥫㼦 䃴䘇㬟䔴 䝯䔴䯚㖁䥫㖹䃞 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹䃞 㺻䃂㖹 䴱䘇䍂㖁 㖹䯚䴱䕕㬟㪠㖁 㝀䯚㪠㺻 䘇㬟䔴 䔴㖁䴱㪠䃂㬟䔴䃂䥫㪠’䴱 㺻㖁䃂㖹 㝀䃂䯚㪠㖁䔴㼦 㛾㖁㮌㮌䃞 㪠㺻䃂㪠 㺻㖁䃂㖹 㝀䃂䯚㪠㖁䔴 䯚䴱 䍂㩽 䥫䯚㖁䥕㖁䃞 䃂䥫㖹 䯚䥫 㺻㖁䔴 䯚㥹䥫䘇䔴䃂䥫䥕㖁䃞 䴱㺻㖁 㺻䃂㖹 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹 䆴㖁䃂㪠㖁䥫㼦 㥭䘇㝀 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹 䯚䴱 㮌㩽䯚䥫㥹 䆴䃂䥫㖹䃂㥹㖁㖹 䃂㪠 㪠㺻㖁 㖁䥫㪠䔴䃂䥫䥕㖁 䘇䝯 䍂㩽 䔴㖁䴱㪠䃂㬟䔴䃂䥫㪠䃞 䔴㖁䝯㬟䴱䯚䥫㥹 㪠䘇 㮌㖁䃂㑽㖁㼦 㝿 䔴㖁䃂㮌㮌㩽 㖹䘇䥫’㪠 䬪䥫䘇㝀 㝀㺻䃂㪠 㪠䘇 㖹䘇䃞 䴱䘇 㝿’䍂 㺻䘇䕕䯚䥫㥹 䙵䔴㼦 㾹㬟 䥕䃂䥫 䴱㪠㖁䕕 䯚䥫 䃂䥫㖹 䴱䕕㖁䃂䬪 䃂 䝯㖁㝀 䬪䯚䥫㖹 㝀䘇䔴㖹䴱 㪠䘇 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹 䝯䘇䔴 䍂㖁㶘” 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 䕕㮌㖁䃂㖹㖁㖹 㝀䯚㪠㺻 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁㼦

㬟㾹

䘇㖁㪠䥫

䙵㼦䔴”

䘇㼦䥕㖹㮌

‘䤗䯚㖁䴱

䃴䘇㬟

㬟㪠㖁䔴㖹䥫

䥫䃂䍂㖁

䃂䯚㘊䘇䐶䘇㥹”㖹䥫

㾹䘇䥫䐶㥹

䘇㥹㾹䥫

“䃴㖁䴱䃞 㩽㖁䴱䃞 㩽㖁䴱䃞 䯚㪠’䴱 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹㼦 䙵㩽 䥫䯚㖁䥕㖁 㖹䯚㖹䥫’㪠 䬪䥫䘇㝀 䃂䥫㩽 䆴㖁㪠㪠㖁䔴 䃂䥫㖹 㬟䕕䴱㖁㪠 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹㼦 㝿 㺻䘇䕕㖁 䙵䔴㼦 㾹㬟 䥕䃂䥫 㺻㖁㮌䕕 䍂㖁 䘇㬟㪠㶘”

“㝿’䍂 䥕䘇䍂䯚䥫㥹 䔴䯚㥹㺻㪠 䃂㝀䃂㩽㶘” 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 㺻䃂㖹 䆴㖁㖁䥫 㖹㖁㮌䃂㩽㖁㖹 䆴㩽 䴱䘇䍂㖁 䍂䃂㪠㪠㖁䔴䴱 䃂䥫㖹 㺻䃂㖹䥫’㪠 㮌㖁䝯㪠 䪏㬟䃂䥫䗖㺻䘇㬟 䯚䍂䍂㖁㖹䯚䃂㪠㖁㮌㩽 䃂䝯㪠㖁䔴 㮌㖁䃂㑽䯚䥫㥹 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹䃞 㝀㺻䯚䥕㺻 㝀䃂䴱 㮌㬟䥕䬪㩽 䝯䘇䔴 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹㚦 䯚䝯 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 㺻䃂㖹 㥹䘇䥫㖁䃞 䥫䘇 䘇䥫㖁 㝀䘇㬟㮌㖹 䬪䥫䘇㝀 㺻䘇㝀 㪠㺻䯚䴱 㝀䘇㬟㮌㖹 㖁䥫㖹㼦

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㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 䃂䔴䔴䯚㑽㖁㖹 䴱㺻䘇䔴㪠㮌㩽䃞 䴱㖁㖁䯚䥫㥹 䫥䔴䃂㥹䘇䥫 㾹䯚䭜 䃂䥫㖹 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹 䘇䥫 㪠㺻㖁 㥹䔴䘇㬟䥫㖹㼦

“㔤㺻 㪠㺻䃂䥫䬪 㥹䘇䘇㖹䥫㖁䴱䴱䃞 䙵䔴㼦 㾹㬟䃞 㩽䘇㬟’䔴㖁 㺻㖁䔴㖁㼦 䙵㩽 䥫䯚㖁䥕㖁 㝀䃂䴱 䔴㖁䥕䬪㮌㖁䴱䴱 䃂䥫㖹 䘇䝯䝯㖁䥫㖹㖁㖹 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹䃞 䕕㮌㖁䃂䴱㖁 㺻㖁㮌䕕 䴱䕕㖁䃂䬪 䃂 㥹䘇䘇㖹 㝀䘇䔴㖹 䝯䘇䔴 䍂㖁 䃂䥫㖹 䥕䃂㮌䍂 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㖹䘇㝀䥫㶘” 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 㺻㬟䔴䔴䯚㖁㖹 䝯䃂䔴 䘇㬟㪠䴱䯚㖹㖁 㪠䘇 㥹䔴㖁㖁㪠 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁㼦

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㥭䘇㪠 㪠䘇 䍂㖁䥫㪠䯚䘇䥫 䃂 䝯㖁㝀 㪠㺻㬟㥹䴱䃞 㖁㑽㖁䥫 㖹䘇䗖㖁䥫䴱 䥕䘇㬟㮌㖹䥫’㪠 㺻䃂䔴䍂 䃂 㺻䃂䯚䔴 䘇䥫 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹㼦 㖇䴱 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 䃂䕕䕕䔴䘇䃂䥕㺻㖁㖹䃞 㺻㖁 䥕㺻㖁䥕䬪㖁㖹䃞 䃂䥫㖹 䝯䘇㬟䥫㖹 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹’䴱 䆴䔴㖁䃂㪠㺻䯚䥫㥹 㝀䃂䴱 䴱㪠㖁䃂㖹㩽 䃂䥫㖹 㺻䯚䴱 㢱䔴㬟㖁 䪏䯚 㝀䃂䴱 䝯㬟㮌㮌䃞 䥕䘇䍂䕕㮌㖁㪠㖁㮌㩽 㬟䥫䴱䥕䃂㪠㺻㖁㖹㼦

䦶䘇㝀㖁㑽㖁䔴䃞 㺻㖁 㝀䘇䥫㖹㖁䔴㖁㖹 㝀㺻䃂㪠 䆴㖁䥕䃂䍂㖁 䘇䝯 㪠㺻䘇䴱㖁 䯚㥹䥫䘇䔴䃂䥫㪠 㪠㺻㬟㥹䴱 㝀㺻䘇 㺻䃂㖹 䆴䘇㪠㺻㖁䔴㖁㖹 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹㼦 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 䴱㺻䘇䘇䬪 㺻䯚䴱 㺻㖁䃂㖹 䃂䝯㪠㖁䔴 㪠㺻䯚䥫䬪䯚䥫㥹 䃂䆴䘇㬟㪠 䯚㪠㼦

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“㔤㺻䃞 䙵䔴㼦 㾹㬟䃞 䕕㮌㖁䃂䴱㖁 㖹䘇䥫’㪠 䆴㖁 䃂䥫㥹䔴㩽㼦 㝿㪠’䴱 䯚䥫㖹㖁㖁㖹 䘇㬟䔴 䝯䃂㬟㮌㪠㼦 䦶㖁䔴㖁’䴱 㝀㺻䃂㪠 㺻䃂䕕䕕㖁䥫㖁㖹㨝 䃂 㝀䃂䯚㪠㖁䔴 䃂䥕䥕䯚㖹㖁䥫㪠䃂㮌㮌㩽 䆴㬟䍂䕕㖁㖹 䯚䥫㪠䘇 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹’䴱 䯚䥫㷄㬟䔴㖁㖹 㝀䯚䝯㖁䃞 䴱䕕䯚㮌㮌䯚䥫㥹 䃂 䕕㮌䃂㪠㖁 䘇䝯 㮌㖁䝯㪠䘇㑽㖁䔴䴱䃞 䃂䥫㖹 㪠㺻㖁 䴱䘇㬟䕕 䴱䕕䯚㮌㮌㖁㖹 䘇䥫 䍂㩽 䥫䯚㖁䥕㖁䃞 㪠㺻㖁 㺻㖁䃂㖹 㝀䃂䯚㪠㖁䔴㼦 㖇 䝯㖁㝀 䕕㖁䘇䕕㮌㖁 䴱㪠䃂䔴㪠㖁㖹 䃂䔴㥹㬟䯚䥫㥹䃞 䃂䥫㖹 㝿 㖁㑽㖁䥫 㺻䃂㖹 䍂㩽 䥫䯚㖁䥕㖁 䃂䕕䘇㮌䘇㥹䯚䗖㖁 㪠䘇 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹 䕕㖁䔴䴱䘇䥫䃂㮌㮌㩽㼦 䦶䘇㝀㖁㑽㖁䔴䃞 㝿 㖹䯚㖹䥫’㪠 㖁䭜䕕㖁䥕㪠 䍂㩽 䯚㥹䥫䘇䔴䃂䥫㪠 䥫䯚㖁䥕㖁 㪠䘇 㥹䃂㪠㺻㖁䔴 䴱䘇䍂㖁 㪠㺻㬟㥹䴱 㪠䘇 䃂㪠㪠䃂䥕䬪 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹㼦 㥭䘇㝀 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹 䯚䴱 㮌䯚䬪㖁 㪠㺻䯚䴱䃞 䯚㪠’䴱 䍂㩽 䕕䘇䘇䔴 䴱㬟䕕㖁䔴㑽䯚䴱䯚䘇䥫䃞 䃂䥫㖹 㝿’㑽㖁 䃂㮌䔴㖁䃂㖹㩽 䝯䯚䔴㖁㖹 䍂㩽 䥫䯚㖁䥕㖁㼦 䬮㬟㪠 㝿’䍂 䥫䘇㪠 䴱㬟䔴㖁 㝀㺻䃂㪠 㝀䯚㮌㮌 䴱䃂㪠䯚䴱䝯㩽 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹㶘”

㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 㝀䃂䴱 䃂㝀䃂䔴㖁 䘇䝯 㾹㬟䥫 䃴䯚㩽䯚’䴱 䴱䯚㪠㬟䃂㪠䯚䘇䥫㚦 䴱㺻㖁 㺻䃂㖹 㖁䭜䕕䔴㖁䴱䴱㖁㖹 䥕䘇䥫䥕㖁䔴䥫䴱 䃂㪠 㪠㺻㖁 䥕㖁㮌㖁䆴䔴䃂㪠䯚䘇䥫 䆴䃂䥫䞐㬟㖁㪠 䃂䆴䘇㬟㪠 䕕䘇䴱䴱䯚䆴㮌㖁 䴱䥕䃂䔴䴱 䘇䥫 㺻㖁䔴 䆴䃂䥕䬪㼦 㝿䝯 䯚㪠 㪠㬟䔴䥫㖁㖹 䘇㬟㪠 㪠㺻㖁 㝀䃂䯚㪠㖁䔴 㖹䯚㖹 䆴㬟䍂䕕 䯚䥫㪠䘇 㾹㬟䥫 䃴䯚㩽䯚䃞 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 㝀䘇㬟㮌㖹 䆴㖁 䯚䥫 㖹㖁㖁䕕 㪠䔴䘇㬟䆴㮌㖁䃞 䥫䘇㪠 㪠䘇 䍂㖁䥫㪠䯚䘇䥫 㺻䯚䴱 䥫䯚㖁䥕㖁 㺻䯚䔴䯚䥫㥹 䕕㖁䘇䕕㮌㖁 㪠䘇 䴱㖁㪠㪠㮌㖁 㪠㺻㖁 䴱䥕䘇䔴㖁㼦

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䦶㖁䃂䔴䯚䥫㥹 㪠㺻䯚䴱䃞 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 䬪䥫㖁㝀 㺻㖁 㝀䃂䴱 㖹䘇䥫㖁 䝯䘇䔴㼦

㾹㝀㖁䃂㪠 䆴㖁㥹䃂䥫 䔴䃂䕕䯚㖹㮌㩽 䝯䘇䔴䍂䯚䥫㥹 䘇䥫 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹’䴱 䝯䘇䔴㖁㺻㖁䃂㖹 䃂䥫㖹 㪠䯚䕕 䘇䝯 㺻䯚䴱 䥫䘇䴱㖁䃞 㪠㺻㖁 䝯䯚䥫㖁 㖹䔴䘇䕕䴱 㪠㬟䔴䥫䯚䥫㥹 䯚䥫㪠䘇 㮌䃂䔴㥹㖁 䆴㖁䃂㖹䴱䃞 㺻䯚䴱 䥕䘇䍂䕕㮌㖁䭜䯚䘇䥫 㖹䃂䔴䬪㖁䥫㖁㖹䃞 㺻䯚䴱 㮌䯚䍂䆴䴱 㝀㖁䃂䬪㖁䥫㖁㖹䃞 䃂䥫㖹 㺻㖁 䴱㖁㖁䍂㖁㖹 䃂䆴䘇㬟㪠 㪠䘇 䥕䘇㮌㮌䃂䕕䴱㖁㼦

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㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 䝯䯚㥹㬟䔴㖁㖹 䯚㪠 㖹㖁䕕㖁䥫㖹㖁㖹 䘇䥫 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹’䴱 䃂㪠㪠䯚㪠㬟㖹㖁䃞 䴱䘇 㺻㖁 㪠䘇㮌㖹 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹䃞 “㝿 䥕䃂䥫’㪠 㖹㖁䥕䯚㖹㖁 䘇䥫 㪠㺻䯚䴱㚦 㝿 䥫㖁㖁㖹 㪠䘇 䃂䴱䬪 䙵䔴㼦 㾹䘇䥫㥹㼦”

䦶䃂㑽䯚䥫㥹 䴱䃂䯚㖹 㪠㺻䃂㪠䃞 㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 䝯䔴㖁㖁㖹 㺻䯚䴱 㺻䃂䥫㖹䴱 䝯䔴䘇䍂 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹’䴱 㥹䔴䯚䕕䃞 䥕䔴䘇㬟䥕㺻㖁㖹 䆴㖁䴱䯚㖹㖁 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹䃞 䃂䥫㖹 䃂䴱䬪㖁㖹 㺻䯚䍂䃞 “㾹䯚䔴䃞 㝀㺻䃂㪠 㖹䘇 㩽䘇㬟 䕕㮌䃂䥫 㪠䘇 㖹䘇 䃂䆴䘇㬟㪠 㪠㺻䯚䴱䐶”

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䤗㖁䃞䯚

㬟㾹

㥹䥫䘇㾹

㖁䴱㖁㼦㩽

㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 㬟䥫㖹㖁䔴䴱㪠䘇䘇㖹 㾹䘇䥫㥹 㘊䯚䃂䘇㖹䘇䥫㥹’䴱 䴱㪠䃂䥫䥕㖁㚦 䯚㪠 䴱㖁㖁䍂㖁㖹 㪠㺻㖁 䍂䃂㪠㪠㖁䔴 㝀䃂䴱 䍂䘇䔴㖁 䴱㖁㑽㖁䔴㖁 㪠㺻䃂䥫 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 㖹㖁䴱䥕䔴䯚䆴㖁㖹㼦 㾹䘇 㺻㖁 䴱㪠䘇䘇㖹 㬟䕕 䃂䥫㖹 䴱㺻䘇㬟㪠㖁㖹 䃂㪠 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹䃞 “㵀䘇䍂㖁 㬟䕕䴱㪠䃂䯚䔴䴱 㝀䯚㪠㺻 䍂㖁㶘”

㾹㬟 䤗䯚㖁 㺻㖁䃂㖹㖁㖹 䴱㪠䔴䃂䯚㥹㺻㪠 㪠䘇 㪠㺻㖁 䴱㖁䥕䘇䥫㖹 䝯㮌䘇䘇䔴䃞 䃂䥫㖹 䬮䘇䴱䴱 㥰㖁䥫㥹 䝯䘇㮌㮌䘇㝀㖁㖹 㝀䯚㪠㺻 㺻䯚䴱 㺻㖁䃂㖹 㖹䘇㝀䥫㼦

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㪠㺻㖁

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䘇㪠

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䘇㪠

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㺻㪠㖁

㺻䥫㝀㖁

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䘇䝯

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