Chapter 1030 Fist and Food (Tickets on Monday!)

"It seems that Huahua is right. I thought that Zhang Tong was just the owner of a small restaurant. I didn't expect him to have such a big business. And even the leaders of the central government came to their wedding. What a face."

Zhang Tong's wedding was very lively, the product launch event was very lively, and the scene was also very grand. As a result, the guests after the banquet couldn't help but start discussing.

Someone even ran up to Zhang Haisheng and said, "Haisheng, you didn't expect that Zhang Tong would have such an identity, did you?"

Zhang Haisheng was as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly. He directly pushed the classmate away, and then left without saying a word. After all what was he supposed to say? Do you still want to compliment him against your will?

In particular, Zhang Haisheng also noticed at the time that there were still some central reporters driving cameras behind the hall to shoot at the wedding scene.

At that time, I thought it was Zhang Tong who found the camera to record the wedding scene. After thinking about it, I realized something was wrong. Those people seemed to be professional journalists.

But I just don't know what they are filming.

Zhang Haisheng's doubts were quickly answered. Because in the national news at noon the next day, three minutes were specially allocated for broadcasting.

On the national news channel, the two hosts were wearing decent suits and reading the manuscript seriously.

"Recently, my country released a series of major inventions in the hive..."

In the news, Zhang Tong was described as a model of returnees in the new era. Leading the returnees to contribute their own efforts to the development of the country and the great cause of mankind. And invented and created a number of technologies that broke the foreign oligopoly. Taking advantage of the homecoming to overtake in a corner.

Zhang Tong's majestic and upright face was paired with the national TV station's standard, which was simply a model for the central government's propaganda. If it is accompanied by BGM, it will be a pioneer of the times. The smell was simply too strong.

The reason for such publicity is naturally because of some reports from foreign media.

Because of the live broadcast last night, Zhang Tong was able to mercilessly cheat those foreign media. People like Pedro and others who were trapped into the box to secretly take pictures were really miserable.

They were trapped in the box without eating or drinking, and Zhang Tong's wedding live broadcast went on for more than three hours. Watching the dishes being served in the hall downstairs, everyone was eating and drinking, with glasses and plates intertwined. What you eat is called a fragrance, especially Chinese cuisine pays more attention to fragrance than dishes from other countries.

So even in the private room on the second floor, they could feel the scent rushing into their noses, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

In particular, many people did not have time to eat in order to film this live broadcast. If the live broadcast is good, then they can bear it. After all, it's for work.

But everything changed as it was being broadcast, and a good political discussion program became a people's livelihood selling goods program. These reporters are completely useless.

This is unbearable. The most important thing is that some people only find out when they want to sneak away. Those who brought them here secretly locked the door outside! This makes them run even if they want to.

So I could only endure it until the whole wedding was over and all the guests were gone. They tried to open the door secretly only to find that the door could be opened.

Up to now, even a ghost knows that he has been tricked. All of this is A Gongzai's conspiracy! I set up a trick and asked everyone to help them do a publicity for free. It's really disgusting!

When Pedro came out of the room, he couldn't help scolding his mother fiercely: "I must make them look good! I must do my best to discredit... no... I mean, I must do my best to expose the truth about this country!"

Googoo~

"Oh, my stomach hurts from hunger, I'd better find something to eat first."

Just as Pedro opened the door, he found that all the twelve boxes around him had been opened. The other eleven colleagues stood together in the corridor, each carrying a big bag and a small bag, you look at me, I look at you.

For a while, there were two lines of speechless tears.

"Everyone... let's go eat hot pot..."

I don't know who suggested it, but it got a lot of support. Maybe only at this time will these jackals hug each other to keep warm.

At the same time, perhaps a change that no one expected was spreading across the globe.

Beirut, Lebanon.

Jann Zabi was struggling to take out a few plastic bottles from the trash can and put them into the big bag behind him. He had to move quickly, otherwise the bottles would be picked up.

For 12-year-old Jan Zabi, picking up plastic bottles is one of his few means of survival. But he must be careful to avoid the hooligans in the market, otherwise the plastic bottle behind his back is likely to be snatched.

At the age of twelve, he was supposed to be studying in school, but Jen had to work to support himself because his parents died in the riots a few months ago.

Lebanon is one of the most chaotic countries in Asia. The country has had border conflicts for a long time before, and then a civil war broke out in 2008.

At the same time, due to the emergence of a large number of awakened people with supernatural powers, the civil war forces became more and more chaotic. Government forces, anti-government forces, and power awakened forces are mixed and intertwined. As a result, this civil war has been fought for more than ten years and is still not over. Now only a temporary ceasefire agreement has been signed.

As the largest city in Lebanon, Beirut is currently divided by three forces. The wealthiest areas are controlled by government forces, and anti-government forces have taken over the suburbs. The so-called Salvation Society established by the awakened people controls the slums here.

"You shitty Salvation Society!"

This is Jann's curse on the organization established by the supernatural awakeners. Because the so-called People's Salvation Association didn't really do anything to save the people at all, but did everything they could to extort money from the poor.

Walking in the dirty streets, Zhan En struggled to drag his harvest today, and he was going to the waste factory to sell these bottles.

Today he harvested almost two hundred bottles, which he spent all day collecting. If you can sell them all, you should be able to exchange for a piece of bread.

Thinking of the smell of bread, the corners of Zhan En's mouth drooled. He hadn't had a decent meal in days, and luckily he picked up an unusually large number of bottles today.

"Bread, bread, bread!"

A small piece of bread is the driving force for Zhan En to move forward. It made him forget the tragedy of his parents being blown away by the fireball of the supernatural awakener. The miserable scream made him forget that he once had a complete home.

Now, it's good to be alive.

"Boy, what's in the bag?"

But it seems that the sky is not fulfilling people's wishes, and it is only a hundred meters away from the waste station. Zhan En was stopped by several fourteen and five-year-old children. The leading child has a badge of a flying eagle on his chest, which is the symbol of the Salvation Society. Anyone who can wear this badge is an official member of the Salvation Society.

As soon as Zhan En saw these people, he stopped and said with a little fear, "No...it's nothing."

Before he finished speaking, an older child grabbed the bag behind him and opened it to take a look.

"They're all plastic bottles. It looks like they're going to be sold to the scrap yard. But do you know that this is the territory of our boss Enbi? Have you paid protection fees? How dare you pick up bottles and sell them here?!" Snatch the bottle The big boy pointed to the boy with the badge with his thumb, his tone full of admiration.

Zhan En was surrounded by four or five older children, and the leader, Enbi, said to Zhan En: "From now on, this street will be under my control, and this is the site assigned to me by the superiors. It is not impossible to pick up garbage here, but to pay taxes."

"How much... how much?"

"Twenty thousand pounds (Lebanese pounds, approximately equal to one hundred and five yuan) a week!"

Zhan En was shocked by this figure. He earned around 23,000 pounds a week at most by picking up waste products. If you pay a protection fee of 20,000 pounds, what will you eat? !

"This, this is too much! I won't pick it up on this street anymore, and I won't sell it here!" Zhan En wanted to snatch back his bottle, but was pushed down by a tall and thin boy.

"You come and go whenever you want, do you think we are joking to save the people!? Fatty, you sell these bottles, and it will be considered as the protection fee for this kid today." Enbi sneered and asked his subordinates to take Zhan En The bottles are sold directly.

Zhan En fell to the ground and watched in a daze that the fruits of his hard day's labor were exchanged for money, but the money would never fall into his pocket.

"You can't do this! You can't do this! I haven't eaten all day!"

The bread is gone, everything is gone.

All the painful memories came back. He remembered the day before the parents were killed in the bombing, shouting: "Children, run! Run! Don't look back!"

He remembered that day when he took his younger sister to hide under the overpass and wandered around. The younger sister snuggled into his arms and whispered: "Brother, I'm so hungry. I really want to eat the bread made by my mother."

He remembered that day when he went out to pick up bottles to earn money to buy bread for his sister, but when he returned to their place, his sister had disappeared. The homeless man next to him told him that his sister had been taken away by members of the Salvation Association.

He ran four streets and saw his sister on the corner. She was held on the shoulders by a man in his thirties. When her younger sister saw him, she shouted: "Brother, save me! Brother!" He was her only support.

But Zhan En was scared, because the man was accompanied by several people, all of them with guns, and they looked at Zhan En jokingly. His eyes seemed to tell Zhan En, as long as you dare to come over, we will beat you to death like a rabbit.

He remembered that he used to have a happy and complete family, with his parents and younger sister, and he also attended classes in a school with clean windows.

But now...

"Why! Why are you doing this! Why!" Zhan En fell weakly on the ground full of sewage, howling weakly.

Enbi disliked him for being noisy, and kicked him over: "Why? Because in this world, whoever has a hard fist will be right!" Enbi's fist slowly condensed into a stone fist, which looked indestructible.

He is a supernatural awakener, just like the one who killed his parents and took his sister away. They are all people who have mastered the power of this world.

If only I had strength, I wouldn't have to go hungry, my parents wouldn't die, and my sister wouldn't be snatched away.

After Enbi and others left, Zhan En got up from the sewage, and there were no onlookers around. Because what just happened is all too common here. There is no value of onlookers.

But Zhan En could only wipe away his tears, even though he was full of grievances and unwillingness, so what?

He can't change anything, he was born in this country, and his lack of power is his original sin.

Nothing to eat today, no bread, nothing. Maybe I can only pray to the kind Ibrahimovic to give me some water.

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