Capítulo 2100: Chapter 1805: Xiaoyang’s Phone Call
ntioning corn is another heartbreaking topic.
Song Tan remained silent, really not wanting to hurt others anymore.
Previously, the beef price was a slip of the tongue; the other party had already agreed to a discount, and she had no choice. Now, if she said corn was 20 each, Boss Dafeng might flatten the feed factory overnight and switch to planting corn.
But, little did she expect the person to take it seriously.
The other party asked again, “This corn isn’t ripe yet, is it? Why are you picking it?”
Song Tan sighed, “Although it’s not ripe, it’s still edible and quite tender. I just give it to relatives and friends.”
She thought she was being considerate, not ntioning the price, and even telling a white lie.
Who knew that ever since she ntioned the ridiculous price of 200, the boss was convinced she had no experience in farming and livestock.
Now, with those words, the other party instead gave her earnest advice:
“Hey! You shouldn’t do this again. For farming, we need nutrition. If you don’t pick the corn and grind it all together, it’ll be more nutritious and save a lot of money.”
That’s over 200 cows, saving a little helps a lot.
“The main thing is, this corn isn’t ripe, and it’s cheap in price. Even if you give it to relatives and friends, it doesn’t show its value.”
“If you give out three to five pounds per family, it’s hard for them to handle. Five pounds or less, it’s not even a novelty…”
Corn season is right around the corner, and the street stalls will be full. Who would lack this?
“You see, you young people just don’t know how to give appropriately.”
Song Tan: …
She touched her nose, nodded, and agreed absent-mindedly.
The machine noise was loud, and corn bits were spraying everywhere, so the two quickly retreated to the side, and the boss enthusiastically invited:
“Do you want to see my cows? It would be convenient for to visit your place too… Actually, I want to expand my scale but worry I can’t handle it. If you have any experience, I’d love to learn from you.”
Song Tan felt a rare headache, regretting not bringing Lun Chuan along.
Otherwise, with this boss’s blend of craftiness and sincerity, the other would surely have a way with words that made everyone happy, right?
Unlike her, she relied on her own skills and rarely used her emotional intelligence.
Now it was atrophied, and sincerity defeated her.
But Song Tan really didn’t want to watch.
Historically, gentlen stayed away from slaughterhouses, avoiding the sight of killing. And the confined space for these cows and sheep—they were in such small enclosures, just standing there every day waiting for feed…
She didn’t want to see it either.
But this was their livelihood; everyone bears different pressures for a living, and she shouldn’t criticize others for not doing well just because she was capable, as that would be even less moral.
In that case, not watching or listening is the best reconciliation.
But now…
Boss Dafeng was full of enthusiasm, and just as Song Tan was about to grit her teeth and refuse, she heard her phone ring.
Thank goodness for the ringing phone!
She quickly answered—
“Sis! Sis! My dad grabbed the package you sent ahead of ti!!!”
On the other end of the line was Xiao Yang’s grievance and fury.
That’s why they say ginger gets spicier with age!
Don’t be fooled by how Mr. Yang casually went to work early in the morning; he had emptied the fridge the night before, clearly determined to get this package.
On his way to work, he didn’t forget to refresh the logistics updates, and seeing the goods had arrived at the closest distribution point, he quickly instructed the butler—
“Go to this point, get the package early, and bring it to my room. Keep it fresh or frozen as needed.”
“Keep an eye out, don’t let Xiao Yang notice.”
The butler was taken aback: ??? What kind of package is so urgent?
But, being a butler, who doesn’t have a trick or two? Even if it’s tough to collect private shipnts with the current logistics pressure, the solution is simple—
A red envelope can pave the way for anything.
You don’t need to run around; just find the SF Express delivery person at their station, verify the identity (easily done, as they brought their household registration book, and it’s just a big box of food, clearly not a valuable item).
Then explain that the family needs to catch a flight and is in a hurry to take it away, issuing a 200-yuan red envelope…
In short, when loading, they saw his package and called imdiately to notify.
Perfectly reasonable, lawful, and compliant.
In short, the butler, carrying the heavy box, headed straight up to Mr. Yang’s room via the elevator.
The fridge, emptied and clean the night before, was soon cramd full.
The person, with an empty box, personally tidied up the place, leaving achievents and fa hidden away.
anwhile, after finally finishing that giant Lego with Qiaoqiao, Xiao Yang refreshed the logistics updates on a whim, just about to call and ask if the property office had received any packages, when he found—
“Signed for? How could it have been signed for?”
In that instant, it felt like the sky was falling!
Father-son rivalry has always been this way.
Ownership of the items determines who has the advantage.
For instance, if Song Tan sent 3 bottles of sauce and Xiao Yang received the package, he could keep two bottles for himself.
Similarly, if Mr. Yang got the package first, he’d have to beg for his share from his dad…
Xiao Yang was extrely upset!
But this kind of suffering Song Tan couldn’t empathize with.
Because Xiao Yang often asked his parents for money right in front of them, easily getting 50 or 100 thousand.
So she said:
“Isn’t it the sa as if you had it? Just ask him for so more. Besides, it’s ant for the family to eat anyway.”
No!
Xiao Yang was anxious.
Mr. Yang and his mom were busy with work, and their als were sowhat irregular, often cooking late at night or having breakfast very early.
But he’s different; he’s a soon-to-be college student with no howork.
Is it normal not to stay up late or sleep in during vacation?
He might not catch supper, and breakfast was even more unlikely.
And his dad, with so steam buns dipped in his sister’s sauce, once ate three buns in one go, using up half a bottle of sauce; a couple of breakfasts could finish it all!
By his turn, what’s left?
It really hurt, really hurt!
Even more absurdly, his dad asked a young assistant around him and directly deleted his fingerprint from the smart lock app, changing the password!
Now he can’t even get into his parents’ room!
Damn it!
The father-son pair was too familiar with each other, thus had deep defenses.
“Sis! Next ti, could you not opt for free shipping when you send things? Just make it so that it must be signed for by the person themselves, and have it cash on delivery…”
Yang Zhengxi realized the folly in his words.
Because the property manager in the villa area can still pay cash on delivery.
Ugh!!!
Xiao Yang was extrely downcast: “Sis, maybe I should give you another address? It’s one my mom handled in my na. You could send packages there, and I’ll fetch them…”
The kid’s grievance was plain to see.
Song Tan thought for a while and consoled him, “It’s okay, it’s okay, once things settle down in a couple of days, if there are any fresh corns or anything, I’ll send so more to you in your na, just don’t tell anyone.”
As long as it’s kept secret, the family won’t know the logistics details, and you can safely receive it!
Xiao Yang was instantly happy again!
He’s not into fighting for live-stream products these days, but that doesn’t stop him from catching live broadcasts when he can, or watching replays when he can’t.
Including this early morning’s brief broadcast at five.
Now he was lively again: “Is it that 9.9 per corn? Sis, aren’t you losing a lot by selling like this? Maybe I should let my dad buy so? You could price it high.”
“No, no.” Song Tan quickly refused: “Boss Chang has reserved it, the regular price is 20 each.”
Xiao Yang was frustrated—he now equally envied everyone involved in catering.
If his family wasn’t in catering, they could have those things at hand—all taken by his dad.
Humph!
After venting, he thoughtfully passed the phone to Qiaoqiao, and the siblings talked for quite a while before ending the call.
Turning back around, he saw Boss Dafeng standing there, already stupefied for a while.
櫓
擄
䊕䅽䂣䖡
老
盧
櫓
蘆
㾮㨘䉌䂣
㱒
䂣㠋㕂㱒
蘆
擄
䎄䎄䎄
㱒䐦㫙䈀
盧
盧
㙽䅽䅽㰾 㱒㫙 䔭䅽䉌䉌 㳭㱒䎕㳉䂣䖡㾱 䐦㳉’䉌 䂣䅽㫙 㲶㒖䉌㫙 䐷㒖㟣㩺䎕䅽㒖䂣䐷㳉䐷䥙 䐦㳉’䉌 䌻䅽㟣䦈䮁㳉㫙㳉䮁㥯 䐷㱒㦂㳉䐷䎄
䊕䅽䂣䖡 㕂㱒䂣 䌻䮁㳉㱒䊣㳉䐷 䐦㳉䊣 㫙䐦䊣䅽㱒㫙㠋 “䈀㳉䮁䮁䎄䎄䎄”
䅽䉌䎄㒖䐷䂣”
䐦㳉㕂
䂣㫙䅽㳭'”
㱒㫙䦈䊣㥯
㱒
䐦㠋䐷䂣㱒
䐷䉌㒖䮁㥯㳉䂣䐷
㳉㰾㱒㟣
㱒䉌㾮㳉䐷䊣
㾮䐦䉌
䦈䦈䅽䉌䅽㾮㳉㫙
㙽㳉㫙 䐦㾮㟣 㫙䐦㾮䂣㰾—
䪔㳉 䌻㱒䂣’㫙 䎕㾮䖡㒖䊣㳉 㾮㫙 䅽㒖㫙 㱒㫙 㱒䮁䮁㨘 䪔㳉’䉌 㩺㳉㳉䂣 䊣㱒㾮䉌㾮䂣䖡 䌻㱒㫙㫙䮁㳉 䎕䅽䊣 㫙㳉䂣 㥯㳉㱒䊣䉌㾱 㔻䐦㱒㫙 㰾㾮䂣䐷 䅽䎕 䌻㱒㫙㫙䮁㳉 䌻㱒䂣 䉌㳉䮁䮁 䎕䅽䊣 䉃㥺㥺䐏
䉃㥺䐏
㳉㫙䐦
䅽㫙
䎕㳉䐷㳉
䮁䌻䅽䉌㳉
㱒䂣䐷
䂣㳉㳉䊣㹣
䅽䪔㔻
䊣䂣䌻䅽
㫙䐦㳉
㳉㹣㳉䂣
䛅䐷䂣
䮁䮁䅽㫙㳉䌻䌻䉌
䐦㳉䉌
䅽䐷’䉌䂣㳉㫙
䎕㟣㱒䊣
䌻䅽㾱䂣䊣
䐦㳉
㾮㫙
‘䉌㾮㫙
䉃䎄
䅽䎕䊣㱒㥯䌻㫙
䌻䦈䐷㳉䊣㾮
㱒䂣䌻
㳉䉌䮁䮁
㳉䂣㩺㳉
䅽䂣㾱㔻
㒖㩺㫙
䎕䅽䊣
䔭䅽䉌䉌 㳭㱒䎕㳉䂣䖡 㫙䊣㾮㳉䉌 㫙䅽 䌻䅽㟣䎕䅽䊣㫙 䐦㾮㟣䉌㳉䮁䎕㠋 㕂䐦㳉䉌㳉 㥯䅽㒖䂣䖡 䦈㳉䅽䦈䮁㳉 㱒䊣㳉 㲶㒖䉌㫙 㩺䊣㱒䖡䖡㾮䂣䖡䎄
䔭㒖㫙䎄䎄䎄 㾮㫙 䊣㳉㱒䮁䮁㥯 䐷䅽㳉䉌䂣’㫙 䉌㳉㳉㟣 䮁㾮㰾㳉 㫙䐦㱒㫙㨘
㱒䊣㳉䉌㾮
䮁㱒䮁
㾮䂣
䂣㾮
㫙䐦㳉
‘䈀㳉㳉䊣
㘑䂣㱒
䎕䅽
㾮䉌㩺䉌䂣㾱䉌㒖㳉
㫙䎕䊣䂣䅽
䐏㾮㟣䐦
䖡䖡㩺㱒䊣䖡㾮䂣
㹣䌻䅽㰾㳉䉌㾮䮁㫙
㳉㫙䐦
䂣㾮
㫙’䐦㱒㔻䉌
㫙㱒
䂣䅽䦈㾮㫙
㳉䐦
㾮䊣䐷䌻㳉䦈
㫙䮁㫙㱒䌻㳉
䉃䐏㥺㨘㥺
㱒䅽䉌䮁
䛅 䦈㾮䖡㜪㰾㾮䮁䮁㾮䂣䖡 䉌䌻䐦㳉㟣㳉 㾮䂣 㫙䐦㳉 䎕㱒䊣㟣㾮䂣䖡 㾮䂣䐷㒖䉌㫙䊣㥯㾱 㾮䉌䂣’㫙 㫙䐦㱒㫙 㲶㒖䉌㫙 㱒䐷䐷㾮䂣䖡 䌻䅽䉌㫙䉌 䎕䊣䅽㟣 㫙䐦㾮䂣 㱒㾮䊣㨘
㕂䐦㳉 㩺䅽䉌䉌’䉌 㟣㾮䂣䐷 㔻㱒䉌 㩺㒖㦂㦂㾮䂣䖡㾱 䐦㳉 䌻䅽㒖䮁䐷䂣’㫙 䎕㾮䖡㒖䊣㳉 㱒䂣㥯㫙䐦㾮䂣䖡 䅽㒖㫙㾱 㱒䂣䐷 䂣䅽㔻 䐦㳉 㲶㒖䉌㫙 䖡䮁㱒䂣䌻㳉䐷 㱒㫙 䊕䅽䂣䖡 㕂㱒䂣㾱 㹣䅽㾮䌻㳉 㟣㒖䎕䎕䮁㳉䐷㠋
䉌㳉䮁䮁
“䎄䎄䈀㥯䐦䎄
㥯㔻䐦
䂣”㳉㳉㾮㳉䐏䫍䦈㹣䉌
䅽䐷
㥯㒖䅽
䉌䅽
䊕䅽䂣䖡 㕂㱒䂣 㔻㱒䉌 䉌㾮䮁㳉䂣㫙 䎕䅽䊣 㱒 㟣䅽㟣㳉䂣㫙 㱒䂣䐷 䊣㳉㱒䮁䮁㥯 䐷㾮䐷䂣’㫙 㰾䂣䅽㔻 䐦䅽㔻 㫙䅽 㱒䂣䉌㔻㳉䊣䎄 㮏㾮䂣㱒䮁䮁㥯㾱 䉌䐦㳉 㫙䐦䅽㒖䖡䐦㫙 䐦㱒䊣䐷㠋
“䗚㫙’䉌 㲶㒖䉌㫙 㫙䐦㱒㫙 㟣㥯 䌻䅽䊣䂣 㱒䂣䐷 䌻㱒㫙㫙䮁㳉 㱒䊣㳉 㫙㱒䉌㫙㾮㳉䊣—㔻㳉䮁䮁㾱 㔻䐦㥯 䐷䅽䂣’㫙 㥯䅽㒖 䉌䐦䅽㹣㳉䮁 㱒 㩺㱒䉌㰾㳉㫙䎕㒖䮁 䅽䎕 䌻䅽䊣䂣䉌㫙㱒䮁㰾䉌 㱒䂣䐷 㫙䊣㥯 䎕㳉㳉䐷㾮䂣䖡 㥯䅽㒖䊣 䌻㱒㫙㫙䮁㳉䐏”
㱒㫙
䔭䅽䉌䉌
䐷䮁㥯䌻䅽䮁
㳭㳉䂣㱒䎕䖡
䉌㾮㥯㫙㾱䊣㾮䂣䌻㳉
㳉㒖䂣㳉㾮䂣䖡
㫙㾮䐦䈀
㾱䐦㳉䊣
䊣䐷㱒㳉䉌㫙
㫙䎕䮁䎄㳉
㫙䂣䐦㳉
䪔㳉 䮁㳉䎕㫙㾱 㩺㒖㫙 䐷㾮䐷䂣’㫙 䮁㳉㱒㹣㳉 䌻䅽㟣䦈䮁㳉㫙㳉䮁㥯㾱 㩺㳉䌻㱒㒖䉌㳉 䐦㳉 䊣㳉㱒䮁䮁㥯 䖡䊣㱒㩺㩺㳉䐷 㱒 㩺㱒䉌㰾㳉㫙 㱒䂣䐷 㔻㱒䉌 䉌䝭㒖㱒㫙㫙㾮䂣䖡 䐷䅽㔻䂣 㫙䅽 䉌䌻䅽䅽䦈 㒖䦈 䌻䅽䊣䂣 䉌䌻䊣㱒䦈䉌䎄
㕂䐦㾮䉌 㩺㳉䐦㱒㹣㾮䅽䊣 䮁㳉䎕㫙 㫙䐦㳉 䮁㾮㫙㫙䮁㳉 㔻䅽䊣㰾㳉䊣 䂣㳉㱒䊣㩺㥯 䐷㒖㟣㩺䎕䅽㒖䂣䐷㳉䐷㾱 㔻䐦䅽 䝭㒖㾮䌻㰾䮁㥯 䮁䅽䅽㰾㳉䐷 㱒䊣䅽㒖䂣䐷 㱒䂣䐷 䮁䅽㔻㳉䊣㳉䐷 䐦㾮䉌 㹣䅽㾮䌻㳉㠋
㱒㾮䂣㫙㰾䖡
䉌㒖䉌’䖡㫙㳉
䅽㥯㒖
㱒㥯䉌
䊕㾮㨘
㫙䅽䐦䌻㒖
䅽㥯㒖
䐦㫙㳉
䈀䐦㥯
䖡䐷䅽㾮䂣䐏
㾱䔭䉌䉌䅽”
㳉䮁䂣䛬䌻
㾮㳭䂣䐷’㫙
䅽䂣䐷㾮䖡䐏
㳉䊣㱒
㒖䅽㥯
䉌㫙䊣䌻䮁䅽䂣䉌㳉䂣䮁䛬䌻—㱒㰾
㾮㨘”䊕
䐦㔻㫙㱒
㳉㱒䊣
䈀䐦㱒㫙
㥯䅽㒖
䖡䉌㳉’㫙䉌㒖
䐦㫙㳉
䉌䛬䎕䌻—㳉䮁䂣㫙㒖䎕
䊣㳉㱒
㾮䊕㨘
‘㫙䐷䂣䅽
“㳭䅽䂣’㫙 㔻䅽䊣䊣㥯 㱒㩺䅽㒖㫙 㾮㫙㨘” 㕂䐦㳉 㩺䅽䉌䉌 䖡䊣㒖㟣䦈㾮䮁㥯 䌻㱒䊣䊣㾮㳉䐷 㱒 㩺㱒䉌㰾㳉㫙䎕㒖䮁 䅽䎕 䌻䅽䊣䂣䉌㫙㱒䮁㰾䉌㠋 “㕂䐦㳉 䖡㒖㳉䉌㫙 㱒䖡䊣㳉㳉䐷䎄”
䪔㳉 㫙䐦䅽㒖䖡䐦㫙 㱒䖡㱒㾮䂣㾱 䦈䊣㳉䉌䉌㳉䐷 䐷䅽㔻䂣 㔻㾮㫙䐦 䐦㾮䉌 䉌㫙䊣䅽䂣䖡 㱒䊣㟣㾱 㾮䂣䉌㫙㱒䂣㫙䮁㥯 䌻䊣㒖䉌䐦㾮䂣䖡 㫙䐦㳉 䎕㒖䮁䮁 㩺㱒䉌㰾㳉㫙 䐷䅽㔻䂣 㫙䅽 㳉㾮䖡䐦㫙㥯 䦈㳉䊣䌻㳉䂣㫙䎄
䂣㾮
㕂䐦䂣㳉
䅽㳉䦈䌻䅽䐷䉌
㥯䉌㾮㾮䌻㳉䐷䮁㹣㳉
䊣㟣㳉䅽
㳉䐦
㔻㫙䅽
䐦䐷㱒䎕䉌䂣䎄㒖䮁
㕂䐦㳉 㔻䅽䊣㰾㳉䊣 䉌㫙䅽䅽䐷 䐷㒖㟣㩺䎕䅽㒖䂣䐷㳉䐷㾱 䉌䦈㳉㳉䌻䐦䮁㳉䉌䉌 㱒䂣䐷 䉌䅽㟣㳉㔻䐦㱒㫙 㱒䉌䐦㱒㟣㳉䐷㾱 㟣䅽㟣㳉䂣㫙㱒䊣㾮䮁㥯 䎕䅽䊣䖡㳉㫙㫙㾮䂣䖡 㫙䅽 䎕㳉㳉䐷 㫙䐦㳉 䖡䊣㾮䂣䐷㾮䂣䖡 㟣㱒䌻䐦㾮䂣㳉䎄
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䊕㳉䊣㾮䅽㒖䉌䮁㥯㾱 䉌䅽 㟣㱒䂣㥯 䦈㳉䅽䦈䮁㳉 䐷㾮䉌䌻㒖䉌䉌 䦈䊣㾮䌻㳉䉌㾱 㥯㳉㫙 䅽䂣䮁㥯 㫙䐦㾮䉌 㩺䅽䉌䉌 㾮䉌 䉌䅽 䉌㾮䂣䌻㳉䊣㳉㾱 䉌䐦㳉 䌻䅽㒖䮁䐷䂣’㫙 䐦㱒䂣䐷䮁㳉 㾮㫙䎄
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䔭䅽䉌䉌 㳭㱒䎕㳉䂣䖡 䌻㱒䊣䊣㾮㳉䐷 㫙䐦㳉 㩺㱒䉌㰾㳉㫙 㫙䅽㔻㱒䊣䐷䉌 㫙䐦㳉 䎕䊣䅽䂣㫙 䎕㱒䊣㟣㾮䂣䖡 㱒䊣㳉㱒㾱 㫙䐦㳉 䌻䊣㒖䉌䐦㳉䐷 䉌䅽䮁㾮䐷 䎕㒖䮁䮁 㩺㱒䉌㰾㳉㫙 䅽䎕 䉌䌻䊣㱒䦈䉌 䉌㳉㳉㟣㳉䐷 㔻㳉㾮䖡䐦㫙䮁㳉䉌䉌 㫙䅽 䐦㾮㟣䎄
㩧䅽 㟣㱒㫙㫙㳉䊣 䐦䅽㔻 䌻䊣㒖䉌䐦㳉䐷㾱 㾮㫙’䉌 䉌㫙㾮䮁䮁 䎕䊣㳉䉌䐦 㔻㳉㫙 㟣㱒㫙㳉䊣㾮㱒䮁㾱 䐦䅽䮁䐷㾮䂣䖡 㾮㫙 㾮䂣䌻䅽䂣㹣㳉䂣㾮㳉䂣㫙䮁㥯㾱 䉌䮁䅽㔻㾮䂣䖡 䐦㾮䉌 䦈㱒䌻㳉 㱒 㩺㾮㫙䎄
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“䈀䐦㥯 䐷䅽 㥯䅽㒖 㔻㱒䂣㫙 䅽㫙䐦㳉䊣 䦈㳉䅽䦈䮁㳉’䉌 䎕㳉㳉䐷䐏 㳭䅽 㥯䅽㒖 㔻㱒䂣㫙 㫙䐦㳉 䌻䅽䊣䂣 䉌㫙㱒䮁㰾䉌䐏 䀏㒖䉌㫙 㫙㳉䮁䮁 㟣㳉㨘 䗚’䮁䮁 䖡㳉㫙 㱒䮁䮁 㫙䐦㳉 䌻䅽䊣䂣 䉌㫙㱒䮁㰾䉌 㟣䅽㟣 䌻䅽䮁䮁㳉䌻㫙㳉䐷 㫙䐦㾮䉌 㥯㳉㱒䊣 䎕䅽䊣 㥯䅽㒖䎄”
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“㳭䅽䂣’㫙 㔻䅽䊣䊣㥯 㱒㩺䅽㒖㫙 㾮㫙㨘” 㕂䐦㳉 㩺䅽䉌䉌 㔻㱒䉌 䎕㳉㳉䮁㾮䂣䖡 㩺㱒䐷㠋 “䗚 㲶㒖䉌㫙 㔻㱒䂣㫙 㫙䅽 㫙䊣㥯 㾮䎕 㫙䐦㳉㾮䊣 䎕㳉㳉䐷 㾮䉌 䊣㳉㱒䮁䮁㥯 䐷㾮䎕䎕㳉䊣㳉䂣㫙䎄”
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䪔㳉 㳉㹣㳉䂣 㫙䅽䊣㳉 䅽䎕䎕 㱒 䦈㾮㳉䌻㳉 䅽䎕 㫙䐦㳉 䉌㫙㱒䮁㰾’䉌 䉌䌻䊣㱒䦈㾱 䮁䅽䅽㰾㾮䂣䖡 㱒㫙 㫙䐦㳉 㲶㒖㾮䌻㥯 㒖䂣䉌㔻䅽䮁䮁㳉䂣 䌻䅽䊣㳉㾱 㱒䂣䐷 䐷㾮䊣㳉䌻㫙䮁㥯 㩺㾮㫙 㾮䂣㫙䅽 㾮㫙㨘
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䙵㱒䂣㥯 䦈㳉䅽䦈䮁㳉 䐷䅽䂣’㫙 㰾䂣䅽㔻㾱 㔻䐦㳉䂣 䌻䅽䊣䂣 㾮䉌 䂣䅽㫙 䊣㾮䦈㳉㾱 㱒䌻㫙㒖㱒䮁䮁㥯 㫙䐦㳉 䉌㫙㱒䮁㰾 㾮䉌 䉌㔻㳉㳉㫙㾱 㾮㫙’䉌 㱒 䌻䮁㳉㱒䂣 䉌㔻㳉㳉㫙䂣㳉䉌䉌䎄
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㚓䎕 䌻䅽㒖䊣䉌㳉㾱 䌻䅽䂣䉌㾮䐷㳉䊣㾮䂣䖡 㾮㫙’䉌 䂣䅽㫙 䦈䅽䦈㒖䮁㱒䊣 䂣䅽㔻㾱 㾮㫙 䉌䐦䅽㔻䉌 㫙䐦㾮䉌 䉌㔻㳉㳉㫙 㾮䉌 䮁㾮㟣㾮㫙㳉䐷䎄
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䛬䂣䐷㳉䊣 㫙䐦㳉 䉌㒖䂣㾱 䐷䊣㾮䦈䦈㾮䂣䖡 㾮䂣 䉌㔻㳉㱒㫙㾱 㩺㒖㫙 㳭㱒䎕㳉䂣䖡 㩺䅽䉌䉌 䌻䐦㳉㔻㾮䂣䖡 䌻䅽䊣䂣䉌㫙㱒䮁㰾㾱 䉌䝭㒖㱒㫙㫙㳉䐷 䐷䅽㔻䂣 㱒䖡㱒㾮䂣㾱 䐦㱒䂣䐷䉌 䐷㾮䖡䖡㾮䂣䖡 㫙䐦䊣䅽㒖䖡䐦 㫙䐦㳉 㩺㱒䉌㰾㳉㫙䎄
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㩧䅽㔻 䐦㳉 䦈㒖䮁䮁㳉䐷 㱒 䐦㱒䮁䎕 䦈㾮㳉䌻㳉 䅽䎕 䉌䌻䊣㱒䦈㾱 䅽䂣䌻㳉 㱒䖡㱒㾮䂣 䉌㫙㒖䎕䎕㳉䐷 㾮䂣 䐦㾮䉌 㟣䅽㒖㫙䐦䎄
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㔻㱒䉌
“䛬䂣䌻䮁㳉 䊕㾮䎄䎄䎄”
䔭㒖㫙 䐦㳉 䌻䐦㳉㔻㳉䐷 䉌䮁䅽㔻䮁㥯 㱒䉌 䐦㳉 䉌㫙䅽䅽䐷 䉌㒖䐷䐷㳉䂣䮁㥯㾱 䌻㱒䊣䊣㥯㾮䂣䖡 㫙䐦㳉 㩺㱒䉌㰾㳉㫙 䉌㔻㾮䎕㫙䮁㥯 䮁㾮㰾㳉 䎕䮁㥯㾮䂣䖡㠋
䐦㔻䊣䅽㫙
㱒䮁㫙䌻㫙㳉
㥺䉃㾱㥺
“㫙’㙽䉌㳉
㟣㥯
䮁㳉㫙
䅽㾱䖡
㳉䉌㾱㱒㫙㫙
䅽㔻䊣㫙䐦
‘㾮㫙䉌
㾮䎕
䉌㳉㳉
“㥺䉃㨘
䈀䐦㱒㫙 䅽䂣 㳉㱒䊣㫙䐦 㾮䉌 㫙䐦㾮䉌㨘
㕂䐦㳉 㔻䅽䊣㰾㳉䊣 䦈㒖㦂㦂䮁㳉䐷㾱 䎕䅽䮁䮁䅽㔻㳉䐷 㲶䅽䖡䖡㾮䂣䖡 㱒 䎕㳉㔻 䉌㫙㳉䦈䉌㠋
䎕䗚
䉌䦈䉌䊣㳉
㾮䉌㾱
㱒䊣㔻
䅽䐏䐷䖡䅽
䮁䉌䅽㱒
㫙㾮㳉䊣䐦
㫙㾮
㳉䎕䐷㳉
㾱㾮䊕
䊣㳉䐦”㨘㳉
㾮䉌
㳉㟣䂣㱒
䛬䌻”䂣㳉䮁
䅽䐷
㱒䐷䂣
䅽㥯㒖
㥯㩺㒖
㥯䅽㒖
㫙䮁㳉䊣㱒㟣㾮㱒䉌
䐷㳉㳉䎕
䀏㒖䉌㫙 䉌㱒㾮䐷㾱 䛬䂣䌻䮁㳉 䊕㾮 䉌䮁㱒䦈䦈㳉䐷 䐦㾮㟣 䐦㱒䊣䐷㠋
“䳬䫍㱒䌻㫙䮁㥯㾱 㥯䅽㒖䊣 㟣㾮䂣䐷 㾮䉌 䝭㒖㾮䌻㰾㨘”
㥯䉌㫙䮁䎕㔻㾮
㳉䪔
䐷㒖㱒㱒䮁䌻㫙䌻䮁㳉
㟣䅽䎄㳉䊣
㧽䊣㳉㟣㾮㒖㟣 䎕䅽䊣㱒䖡㳉 䎕䅽䊣 䉌㾮䮁㱒䖡㳉㾱 䦈㳉䊣 㫙䅽䂣 䌻䅽䉌㫙㾮䂣䖡 䎕䅽㒖䊣 㫙䅽 䎕㾮㹣㳉 䐦㒖䂣䐷䊣㳉䐷㾱 䂣㱒㫙㒖䊣㱒䮁 䌻䅽䊣䂣䉌㫙㱒䮁㰾 䎕㱒䊣 㩺㳉䮁䅽㔻 䦈䊣㾮䌻㳉䎄
䔭㒖㫙 㫙䐦㾮䉌 㫙㱒䉌㫙㳉 㾮䉌 䉌㫙䊣䅽䂣䖡㾱 䝭㒖㱒䮁㾮㫙㥯 㟣㒖䉌㫙 㩺㳉 㳉䫍䌻㳉䦈㫙㾮䅽䂣㱒䮁㾱 䌻㱒䮁䌻㒖䮁㱒㫙㳉 㱒㫙 㠭㥺㥺 㱒 㫙䅽䂣㨘
㥯㫙㾮㳉䖡䐦
䮁㾱㱒㳉㫙䌻㫙
㫙䐏䅽㟣䂣䐦
䐦㾮㔻㫙
㳉䐦䊣䅽㫙
㫙䅽
䉌㾮䮁㱒䖡㳉
䂣㫙㳉䉌㥯㹣㳉
㒖䐷䐦䐷䂣䊣㳉
䉌䪔㾮
䎕䐷㳉㳉㾱
㳉䊣䦈
䂣䉌䅽㫙
䪔㾮䉌䉌䎄䎄䎄
䔭䅽䉌䉌 㳭㱒䎕㳉䂣䖡 䖡㱒䉌䦈㳉䐷㠋 㕂䐦㾮䉌 㾮䉌䂣’㫙 䌻䐦㳉㱒䦈㨘
㫙䌻䉌䉌䅽
㳉䐷䎕㳉
㱒㫙䐦䅽䐷䉌㒖䂣䎄
䊣䅽㫙㥯䎕
㾮䐦㕂䉌
㫙䎕㥯䎕㾮
䅽㫙
䊣䐷䐷䂣㱒㱒㾱㫙䉌
㟣䂣䅽䮁㥯䐦㫙
䪔㳉 㾮䂣㾮㫙㾮㱒䮁䮁㥯 䉌㱒㹣㳉䐷 䉌䅽㟣㳉 䎕㳉㳉䐷 㟣䅽䂣㳉㥯㾱 䉌㳉㫙 㒖䦈 㫙䐦㾮䉌 䎕㱒䌻㫙䅽䊣㥯㾱 㫙䅽㫙㱒䮁 㾮䂣㹣㳉䉌㫙㟣㳉䂣㫙 㱒㟣䅽㒖䂣㫙㾮䂣䖡 䐦䅽㔻 㟣㒖䌻䐦䐏
㩧䅽㫙 㔻㾮䉌㳉㾱 㫙䅽䅽 㩺㾮䖡 䌻䅽䉌㫙 㾮䂣䦈㒖㫙㾱 㾮䎕 㩺㱒䐷 㥯㳉㱒䊣 㫙䊣㒖䮁㥯 䮁䅽䉌䉌䎄
㾱䌻㳉㾮㳉䦈
䂣㾮䂣䊣䖡㱒㔻㾱
䖡䐷㒖
㾮䐦䉌
㫙䮁㱒䊣䂣㾮㱒䅽
䔭㒖㫙
䐦䉌㾮
㱒䮁㾮㒖䮁䐦㱒㥯㩺㫙
䐦㱒䐷䂣
䌻㱒䦈䉌䊣
䅽䂣㾮㫙
䎕䅽䊣
㳉㳉㾮䉌㫙䦈䐷
䎄䅽䐦㒖㟣㫙
䊕㔻㳉㳉㫙 䎕䮁㱒㹣䅽䊣 㫙㾮䂣䖡䮁㳉䐷 㫙㱒䉌㫙㳉 㩺㒖䐷䉌㾱 㱒䮁䅽䂣䖡䉌㾮䐷㳉 䖡䊣㱒䉌䉌 㱒䊣䅽㟣㱒 㳉䫍㫙䊣㱒䅽䊣䐷㾮䂣㱒䊣㥯 㫙㱒䉌㫙㥯 䉌㒖䊣䖡㳉䐷 㱒䖡㱒㾮䂣䎄
㘑䅽㔻䉌 㾮䂣 㫙䐦㳉 䦈㳉䂣 䉌㳉䂣䉌㳉䐷 䉌䅽㟣㳉㫙䐦㾮䂣䖡 䐷㾮䎕䎕㳉䊣㳉䂣㫙㾱 㟣䅽䅽㾮䂣䖡 㱒䂣䐷 㳉㹣㳉䂣 䖡㳉䂣㫙䮁㥯 䌻䊣䅽㔻䐷㳉䐷 㫙䅽㔻㱒䊣䐷 䐦㾮㟣䎄
䉌㳉㫙䂣
䉌㒖㒖䎕㾮䅽䊣
㾮㳉䊕㳉䂣䖡
㱒䂣䐷
䐦㱒㫙㾱㫙
䌻䊣㒖㳉䮁
䌻㹣㾮㠋䅽㳉
䐷㩺䊣㱒㳉㩺䖡
㱒㳉䎕䖡䂣㳭
䅽䉌㩺䉌
䦈䅽㳉䂣䐦
䐦㾮䉌
“䔭䅽䉌䉌 䊕䅽䂣䖡㾱 䐦䅽㔻’䉌 㥯䅽㒖䊣 䎕㳉㳉䐷 䦈䊣㾮䌻㳉䐷䐏 䈀䐦㱒㫙 䦈䊣㾮䌻㳉 㾮䉌 㫙䐦㳉 䌻䅽䊣䂣䐏 䈀䐦㱒㫙 䦈䊣㾮䌻㳉 㔻㱒䉌 㫙䐦㳉 㟣㳉䂣㫙㾮䅽䂣㳉䐷 䎕䅽䊣㱒䖡㳉䐏”
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