Chapter 1045: 1051

Paris, France.

District 19, where immigrants gather in the northeast of the city, has arrived in the country for more than a month. Kazan Wandi didn't expect his family to settle down so smoothly and quickly. According to the chat with his brother, Oddo Wandi, who had sneaked in many years ago, he learned that his brother's family had just sneaked in for a few years, and they not only hid around, but almost repatriated several times, and even returned home A son died because of poor conditions.

In contrast, although he spent all the money he had accumulated over the years for this illegal immigration, the four members of his family not only settled down quickly after they arrived in France, but also got a job as a porter himself.

What's more, the contact person who helped them resettle recently informed us that there was a humanitarian aid point near Xiaomeng Park, where they could get food and other daily necessities for free, so he rushed here after finishing today's work.

I happened to meet my brother Oddo with his 11 year old son Mahdi.

Think about it and envy this little guy.

Mahdi was born in France. At that time, France still recognized the right of birth citizenship. Because of this child, Mahdi stayed for many years. His brother and his family also obtained legal status in an immigration reform. And their family, together with the latest one in their wife's belly, don't know how many years they have to wait to get their identity.

And the elder brother and nephew said hello, a group of three people came to the sunset is still a long line of rescue point, the elder brother talked about another thing.

"You know, Kazan, our Mahdi is very smart. I've been worried about his schooling all these years, and I'm afraid that he will learn badly. However, recently, a student aid fund came to their school to pick people. As long as the smartest child, mahdiko, has always been the first in the class, their teacher handed over the information. "

Hearing this, Kazan was not only happy for his nephew, but also envious: "so in the future, Mahdi can become a college student, and he doesn't have to spend money?"

"I'm not sure," Oddo shook his head again. "He said that he had to have an interview, but I haven't heard from him recently. I've inquired about it. It seems that they only want mixed blood."

Kazan immediately booed to the side and said, "I just said, how can those white people be so kind." Then he put out his big hand and rubbed his nephew's head: "it doesn't matter. You have a legal status. As long as you are admitted to university, you can always find a way."

After ten minutes in line, we finally came to the rescue point.

The father, son and brother pretended not to know each other at once, and each received a portion of food, including bread, biscuits and a pound of beef, which was enough for one person to eat for a day. What was most surprising was another food coupon worth 100 francs. Unfortunately, they could only get a few kinds of food.

Kazan took these and said thank you in fluent French, but in his heart he secretly scolded these white skinned guys for being idiots, so casually.

As he was about to leave, he noticed that there was a pile of baby products on the shelf next to him. He immediately stopped and pointed to the short white girl with black hair in front of the pile of milk powder and said, "that, I want that, I have children."

The white girl shrunk her neck at Kazan's sudden loud voice, and then seriously explained, "I'm sorry, sir, these need to be picked up by women with their children in their arms."

Kazan didn't understand the girl's French very well, but he understood that the other party was rejecting. He immediately punched two fists on the counter angrily. With a loud thump, he stared and repeated in simple French words: "I want that. I have children."

Another white boy volunteer, who was busy at the back, saw that someone was making trouble. He quickly came forward, looked at Kazan, and explained it again in English.

Kazan came from Somalia. Somalia was a British colony in those days, and English was very popular. Only then did he understand it, but he continued to bluster: "how can a woman go out freely? I want that. I have two children. My wife is pregnant. Give it to me quickly."

In fact, I learned this attitude from my elder brother recently.

The elder brother said that we must not show weakness when facing white people here. As long as you are fierce enough, they will be afraid of you. Kazan is more than 1.8 meters tall and has a big arm and a round waist. At this time, two seemingly weak volunteers, a man and a woman, suddenly show their fear.

However, Kazan did not succeed.

Two strong black men in security uniforms, who were supposed to maintain order nearby, came up and grabbed Kazan to leave the front counter and threw him on the side of the road.

These are two black people who are no less than themselves. After pushing Kazan to the side of the road, they also took off the baton on their waist and said more fiercely: "bastard, get out of here, and then dare to make trouble here. I'll break your head."

After all, he knew his identity. Kazan was also reminded that the police should never show up until he had to, so he picked up the food and food coupons he had just got and left in the laughter of the crowd around him, but he hated the white skin and the nigger.

However, he made up his mind to let his wife bring his two-year-old son to collect those things tomorrow.

I can't help thinking that if I can get it all the time and save it, it's not just my son, but the one in my stomach in the future, but I can save a lot of money on milk powder. In the future, I don't have to worry about having another baby, and my salary can be used in other aspects.This way to the rescue point.

The material release continued until six o'clock and ended on time.

Peter Russell, the person in charge of the aid center, made an inventory of the situation, and then sent some young men and women who came to work as free volunteers. Then he drove to the headquarters of the Aries humanitarian aid foundation in the center of the city.

Peter lassol doesn't know if there are Leo or Orion. Of course, he doesn't care about these. As a former staff member of the European division of the United Nations Children's fund, he received this invitation at the beginning, and their whole team was dug up, and the salary was not very good, so he gladly chose to change jobs and run this company with some mysterious sources of funds The gold society.

However, as a far left humanist, as long as he can help others and support himself, Peter Russell will not pursue too much.

After all, it's a good thing. I've only heard that many rich people have spared their lives to do good deeds. This kind of charity, which gives money but doesn't need fame, is the real charity in Peter's view. Although, Peter also thinks that the charity target is limited to the immigrant groups in Paris 18 to 20 districts, which seems to be too narrow.

Why not help more people?

Of course, these problems are not big.

As soon as he got back to the headquarters, Peter heard that another employee, dalina, was arguing with Glenn Holt, the president of the foundation. After listening for a moment, he asked her colleagues. Only then did he know that dalina hoped that the foundation could purchase a batch of contraceptives and distribute them to the poor, mainly for the consideration of teenagers and blocking the spread of certain diseases at the bottom. The result report I played twice, but I didn't get approval.

"I have said that I agree with your plan, but I can't help it if the Council doesn't approve it."

"I know I'm not blaming you, Glen. I just want you to give me a way to contact the Council in person."

"Well, I'm sorry," said Glen, shaking his head. "Donors of the foundation don't want to be identified."

There was a pause in the office, and there was a voice from Diana: "we are colleagues who have worked together for so many years, Glen. Can you tell me if there is something wrong with our source of funds?"

"How can it be, delina? We are doing charity. Moreover, you are also an old man in this circle for many years. If you have any problems, you will find that our operation process is very formal."

"Actually, I always feel that there are some problems."

"You think too much."

Glen Holt appeased his subordinates, and then called the people together to discuss today's work. It's a little late, and everyone is going to leave.

It's already dusk.

When Glen Holt got home, his wife Jamie had changed her dress and helped her husband take care of it. The couple rushed to a house in the 16th district of the west of the city, where a reception had just begun.

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The host of the reception is another president of the Scorpio education equality foundation, named Bernard Vier. The other party once worked in a public welfare foundation under the United Nations. He just got the job some time ago and was introduced by Glenn Holt.

So, seeing the Holts show up, the viyers are very enthusiastic.

After the greeting and greeting with other guests, Glenn Holt and Bernard Weyer walked to a corner of the living room and asked with a smile, "how's that going recently?"

"Only nine kids and three girls were selected. I don't know if they will be satisfied with it," Bernard Vier said, shaking his head. "It's not easy to be half blood and smart enough. I can't help cheating. You know, it looks black anyway. Who knows if it's half blood."

Glen Holt glanced around and laughed to remind his old friend, "Hey, don't talk nonsense about that. Be careful to get into trouble."

Bernard had a shrewd look in his eyes: "that's what I say in front of you. You won't betray me, will you?"

"If I want to sell you out, I won't introduce you to this job," Glen said, looking around and laughing. "Cera wanted to move to District 16 very early. If it wasn't for you to change this job, your previous salary would never have been thought about in her life."

"Of course, Glen, I'll never forget that."

The two middle-aged people, both in their 40s and 50s, said with some regrets. Once upon a time, they were idealists, just like the young people under them. It's just that over the years, I've come to understand too many things. Whether it's the United Nations or the various foundations in various countries, there are too many twists and turns inside.

Therefore, there has long been no innocence.

It's the best result for Bernard Vier, a middle-aged man, to stick to something and make his life better for himself and his family.

However, during this period of time, Bernard Veyer was still in doubt. At this time, he lowered his voice again and asked, "Glen, can you tell me who we are working for? Since it's charity, I don't think it's necessary to cover it up like this?"Glenn Holt looked around again and said in the same low voice, "Bernard, I advise you not to explore this."

"So you know?"

"It's just speculation," said Glenn Holt, hesitating for a moment, in the face of years of friends' curious eyes. "Maybe it has something to do with Simon westero."

Bernard Weyer was surprised: "Simon westrow?"

"Hey, keep it down."

Bernard quickly put away his expression, but said: "I don't think it's a bad thing. Why should we cover it up?"

Glenn Holt's mouth showed a smile of unknown meaning and slightly shook his head: "in a word, we just do what we should do, the rest, has nothing to do with us."

In the past few months, Glenn Holt has also noticed something wrong. However, he is only a terminal executor after all. He can't see the overall situation and understand the intentions of some people too clearly. The only thing you can be sure of is that neither Aries, who is in charge, nor Scorpio, who is in charge of your friends, has a simple purpose.

But what does this have to do with them?

They're just executors.

Although the salary is much higher than it used to be, as long as they pay taxes reasonably and don't pay any attention to the fund of the foundation, even if something happens in the future, they won't be affected too much. After all, no matter from what aspect, these two funds have to pay but not return.

If it is a money laundering tool, it is definitely not such a method.

The reception lasted until more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the guests were sent away one after another, but Bernard Vier was not sleepy. He came to the study to review the information of the nine children selected during this period one by one, and studied several charity programs of the foundation for the education and support of the vulnerable groups in France.

When his wife appeared and looked at her watch, she found that it was early in the morning.

Serra Vier put her hands on her husband's shoulders to help him knead. She leaned over to look at the information on the desk and said, "honey, it's very late. How about tomorrow's work?"

Bernard raised his hand with a smile and patted his wife on the back of his hand

Sylla Vier, however, was unavoidably curious, gesturing to a stack of files on her desk: "what are these?"

"The list of student candidates," Bernard said, "anyway, this is what the council told me. Although it's called the Scorpio education equity foundation, I don't think it's fair to focus on this. But, you know, I'm just doing things, but I don't have the right to ask too much. "

"Then don't ask," said Serra Vier, half serious and half joking. "It's a good job. I don't want you to travel around the world like you used to, and earn You know, I'm behind you, but Tony and Deborah, they're going to college, and you haven't been with them much in these years

"I promise," Bernard said, turning to his wife's little hand and remembering one more thing, "by the way, a director of the foundation talked to me the other day about the kids going to college. He said he might be able to help."

Cera Mayer had doubts and expectations: "help?"

"Yes," Bernard said, "but he also said that it's not France. It's America, Britain and Australia."

"Did you ask about any schools?"

"No, you know, I just met the Council," Bernard said, shrugging his shoulders and seeing his wife disappointed. "There will be a meeting tomorrow morning. I can ask, but if I remember correctly, neither Tony nor Deborah seems to be doing very well in school?"

Serra Mayer immediately complained: "yes, you are a father, you remember right."

"Well, I apologize."

"Why don't you invite that council member over for dinner at the weekend and meet Tony and them."

Facing his wife's expectation, Bernard nodded: "I'll try. The other party seems to be very busy, and I don't know if he has time. Besides, since Don't expect too much. "

"As long as Tony and Deborah can go to a good university, my life will be complete. It's nothing to go abroad. There are no top universities in France."

"It seems that you still have high expectations."

"Of course, I have two children of my own."

“……”

The guilty Bernard was speechless again.

After getting along for a while, he temporarily dismissed his wife. Bernard Vier put the information of a group of mixed race black teenagers that he had just reviewed into a file bag and planned to hand it to the director in person at the meeting tomorrow.

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