Chapter 161: Neuropathy in Front of the Orphanage

After turning off the radio, Li Zitao leaned on the sofa and said speechlessly, "I think this noble lady has forgotten the massacre of black slaves and Indians."

"Come on, Charlie, she's talking for you." Lawrence suppressed a smile.

"Come on! I bought that with a beautiful knife." Li Zitao gave him a sideways look.

"Do you want to continue?" Lawrence was a little bored recently, and when he knew that Li Zitao was gaining reputation everywhere, he licked his face and followed.

"Of course, I also sponsored 120 orphanages and built 60 public libraries. Didn't I spend money on that?"

"It seems that you have prepared a check." The library didn't mention it for now.

Just for the orphanage, as long as Li Zitao came to visit in person, he would definitely be interested.

"10 schools, $50,000, I think that's enough." Li Zitao didn't plan to go to every one of the orphanages.

There are 120 orphanages in 46 states. If they go to all of them, it may not be enough for the whole August, and he will have to die of exhaustion.

"Have you picked a suitable place?" Lawrence didn't come empty-handed this time.

The staff sent by the Rockefeller Foundation are also using this "charity trip" to increase their popularity.

Li Zitao took down the darts on the wall, came to the map, threw them casually, and hit 10 locations with 10 darts.

"Look, now we have it." Li Zitao raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"..." Lawrence has learned a lot about such a wayward way.

Orphanage, to be honest, there is really nothing to see, except that it is miserable.

Fear, yearning, expectation, pity, numbness...

This kind of gaze appeared on a group of children aged 3 to 15. Li Zitao had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end he choked in his throat and kept an ugly smile and silence the whole time.

"Huh, this is really a depressing journey." Sitting in the car, Lawrence let out a long breath and whispered.

Dilapidated house, weeds everywhere, musty, damp smell everywhere.

As for those cleaned beds and kitchens, who knows what they really looked like in the past. Li Zitao is not God, and he can't change everything.

"Go back to Los Angeles, I believe it will be better there." On the way back to Los Angeles, the car remained silent throughout.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the car stopped at the gate of a church orphanage.

Most of the orphanages in this era are run by the church, but if you think how friendly and benevolent it is, it is really ridiculous.

"I want to see my daughter and give her back to me..."

As soon as he got out of the car, Li Zitao saw a woman in front of the door shaking the rusty iron door frantically. Inside the door were a few servants of God, looking at her indifferently.

"Ma'am, your daughter is living a good life now. Given what you have done, the court will not allow you to take her back. Don't forget your mental history..."

The other party's words seemed to irritate her, the woman shook the door even harder, and shouted: "I can take care of her, my Norma, give me back my Norma..."

"Ms. Buckle?" Li Zitao stepped forward and asked with some uncertainty.

A face like a ghostly talisman turned around, its eye sockets sunken, its complexion black, and it said angrily, "Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

"Uh..." If I remember correctly, this woman is indeed a psycho, and I can't afford to provoke her!

"Norma is currently boarding at my house..." As soon as Li Zitao finished speaking, he saw Buckle turning around and rushing towards him, his fingers with long nails pointing straight at his face.

"This is going to give me a face full of flowers!" Li Zitao felt a little headache when he saw Bakr, who was twisted by the monk with his arms backhanded, struggling non-stop, and stamping his shoes vigorously with his feet.

"Let her calm down first, don't hurt her." Shaking his head helplessly, Li Zitao walked towards the servants who were opening the door.

"Mr. Li, you are very welcome..." The servant who was expressionless just now smiled brighter than a blooming flower when facing Li Zitao.

"Sister, has Ms. Buckle come here often recently?" Walking side by side with the big nun in charge of the orphanage in the yard,

Li Zitao wants to know something.

"This is the third day, and her condition is getting worse and worse. May the Lord bless her..." the big nun said with compassion, as if she was not the one who ignored her earlier.

"Is little Norma doing well? She is a well-behaved, beautiful little girl. I really hope she can get rid of the nightmare and grow up soon."

Hearing that the big nun described Buckle as Norma's nightmare, Li Zitao knew that the two had different views and there was nothing to talk about.

After leaving a check for US$5,000, Li Zitao left the orphanage by car under the bright smiles of the servants.

Then the reporters flocked to interview the person in charge of the orphanage, the servants who had received benefits from Li Zitao, and they knew exactly what they had to say.

The one who left with Li Zitao was the 'calm' Buckle.

The lady was sitting in the back car with two bodyguards holding her arms between her arms, with a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth, she was very calm except for the occasional 'groaning'.

"If you want to talk, you better be quiet, or I'll just have to have you thrown out."

Back at the hotel, Li Zitao said to Bakr who was pushed down on the sofa by the monk.

"En." Buckle snorted and nodded.

"Give her a glass of water." Li Zitao stepped forward to take out the handkerchief from her mouth and threw it into the trash can casually.

"I want whiskey." Buckle, who was just able to speak, said bluntly.

"Clear water." Li Zitao ignored her request at all.

Well, a person who abuses drugs, alcohol, and mental illness asks for a glass of wine. If Li Zitao will give it to her, then he may be pretending to be Buckle's patient.

"Your condition doesn't look good?" Seeing Buckle take a sip, he put the cup on the table in disgust, and Li Zitao ignored her.

"What do you know?" Buckle said impatiently.

"I know everything about you, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, corrupt private life, dealing with multiple men, precarious and low income..."

"Enough." Buckle roared.

"Take her to clean up." That grimace made Li Zitao very uncomfortable.

"Follow me." The little elk was about to step forward in a daze.

"It's better for me to come." The monk stopped her move.

After listening to Li Zitao's talk for a long time, and with Buckle's performance, this woman doesn't seem very safe, so it's better to let him come.

"Don't touch me." Buckle wanted to struggle, but was lifted up by the monk.

When she came to the bathroom, the monk put her on the ground and said, "Wash yourself clean."

"FK, you perverted voyeur..." Seeing that he didn't intend to go out, Buckle cursed angrily.

"Are you coming by yourself, or shall I ask someone to help you?" The monk just sneered.

Peeping Tom, I would be interested in your body?

I'm sorry, even if you lie on the bed naked, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up.

Twenty minutes later, after drying off, Buckle sat down on the sofa in his pajamas.

"Have someone clean the bathroom, fully disinfect it, and burn all used things." Li Zitao did not hide his dislike for her at all.

In this day and age, corruption in private life does not necessarily lead to illness.

But if they are poor and corrupt, 80% of them are sick, such as Buckle.

He didn't want to get himself into trouble, it would make his happy life miserable.