Hamid immediately understood what Ye Chen meant.

He knew that Ye Chen didn't want to save those guys, but just because of He Zhiqiu's face, he wanted to save their lives.

So he immediately agreed and said, "Since my brother has said that, don't worry, I will use them well, give them a bite of food, let them survive, and be honest as a coolie for me."

Ye Chen nodded and asked He Zhiqiu: "They won't be killed, are you satisfied with this?"

He Zhiqiu asked angrily: "You can take them away, why do you insist on this?"

Ye Chen also asked her: "Just, I've saved them a life and I've given you enough face, why should I save them and leave?"

He Zhiqiu couldn't help but say, "It's obvious that as long as you say a word, they can restore their freedom, but why are you just unwilling to help them

"Help them" Ye Chen sneered and asked her: Why are there millions of refugees in Syria and more than 700 million people in Europe? Obviously, as long as each person in Europe donates a big bread a day, they can fully support them and make them eat white and fat, but why do these refugees still have no place to live and cannot eat?"

As he said that, Ye Chen asked again: "Africa has 400 million extremely poor people, and the population of developed countries in the world is nearly one billion. Obviously, as long as people from these developed countries and people from every two developed countries feed one African, there will be no more extremely poor people in Africa, but why don't they do this?"

He Zhiqiu was speechless when asked, her face flushed and red, but she couldn't find a suitable reason to refute.

Ye Chen asked coldly at this time: "You always think it's easy for me to save him with just one word, but you think I have to save him. This is a brainless paradox. Bill Gates is so rich, and it's easy to take out 10 billion US dollars. Why don't you let him pay 70 million US dollars to save his seven compatriots back?"

He Zhiqiu blurted out: "You are changing your concepts"

Ye Chen sneered: "Stealing the concept

"Okay, I'll ask you, one of them is my relative of the seven.

"I'll ask you again, one of them is my brother and sister.

"One of them is my friend, one of them is

"One of them is my compatriot"

"Not my relatives, not my brothers, not my friends, not my compatriots, not my race"

If I help someone who has nothing to do with me, it is a love affair. If I don't help him, it is a duty.
Chapter completed!