Paris, France.

The 19th District where immigrants gather in the northeast of the city has been in this country for more than a month. Kazan Wandi did not expect his family to settle down so smoothly. Based on the chat with his elder brother Odo Wandi, who had been smuggled many years ago these days, he learned that his elder brother's family had just smuggled over the years. Not only did he hide everywhere, but he was almost deported several times, but he also died because of his poor conditions.

In contrast, although he had spent all his family members who had accumulated over the years for the sake of this smuggling, the family of four not only settled quickly after arriving in France, but also got a job as a porter who could make a living.

Not only that, the contact person who helped them place them recently notified here that a humanitarian relief site was recently opened near Shawmon Park, where you can receive free daily necessities such as food. So after finishing today's work, he rushed over.

It happened to meet his elder brother Odo with his 11-year-old son Mahdi.

I even envy this little guy if I think about it.

Mahdi was born in France. At that time, France still recognized the right to be born. As a result of this child, I have been waiting for many years. My brother and his family also obtained legal status in an immigration reform. And their family, along with another one in their wife's belly, had recently been added. If they wanted to obtain their identity, they didn't know how many years they had to wait.

He greeted his brother and his nephew. The group of three people still lined up with a long rescue point at sunset, and the brother talked about another thing.

"You know, Kazan, our Mahdi is very smart. I have been worried about his schooling problem over the years and are afraid that he will learn bad things. However, recently a scholarship fund came to their school to pick people. As long as the smartest child, Mahdi has always been the first in the class, and their teacher handed over the information."

When Kazan heard this, he was both happy for his nephew, but he was inevitably a little envious: "So, can Mahdi become a college student in the future, and there is no need to spend money?"

"It's not decided," Odo shook his head again: "I said I'll have to have an interview, but I haven't received any news recently. I've asked about it. They seem to be just mixed-race children."

Kazan immediately spat at the side and cursed: "I'm just saying, how could those white people be so kind?" As he said that, he poked out his big hand and rubbed his nephew's head: "It's okay, you have a legal status. As long as you get into college, you can always think of a solution."

After ten minutes of queueing, I finally arrived at the rescue point.

The father and son immediately pretended not to know each other and received a portion of food. In addition to bread, there was also a portion of biscuits and a pound of beef, which was enough for a day to eat. The most surprising thing was another portion of food stamp worth 100 francs, but unfortunately they could only exchange for a few designated foods.

Kazan got these and said thanks in a not-so-fluent French language, but he secretly called these white-skinned guys really idiots and just sent them casually.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed that there was a pile of infant supplies on the shelf next to him. He immediately stopped and pointed to the milk powder piled up into a hill to the short white girl with black hair in front of him and said, "That, I want that, I have children."

The white girl was frightened by Kazan's sudden loud voice and shrank her neck, and then explained seriously: "Sorry, sir, these women need to be picked up by the children in person."

Kazan couldn't quite understand the girl's French, but understood that the other party was refusing. She suddenly punched two fists on the counter angrily, and stared at her eyes and repeated in simple French words: "I want that, I have children."

Another white boy volunteer who was busy behind saw someone making trouble, quickly stepped forward, looked at Kazan, and explained it again in English.

Kazan is from Somalia, which was a British colony back then and was quite popular in English. Only then did I understand, but I continued to say vigorously: "How can a woman go out casually? I want that, I have two children, and my wife is still pregnant, give it to me quickly."

This attitude was actually learned from my brother recently.

My brother said that when facing white people, you must not show weakness. As long as you are fierce enough, they will be afraid of you. Kazan is over 1.8 meters tall, and has a big waist and a round waist. At this time, the two volunteers who looked weak suddenly showed fear.

However, Kazan did not succeed.

Two strong black men in security uniforms who were originally maintaining order nearby came over and grabbed Kazan and left the counter in front of the door, throwing it hard on the side of the road.

These are two black men with no less figure than theirs. After pushing Kazan to the side of the road, they also took off the baton on their waists and said even more viciously: "Get out of here quickly, get out of trouble again, be careful that I will smash your head."

After all, Kazan was reminded that he would never make trouble for the police until he had no choice but to show up. So he picked up the food and food stamps he had just obtained and left in shame amid the laughter of the crowds lined up around him, but he felt extremely hatred, abominable white skin and abominable black ghost.

But he made up his mind to ask his wife to bring her two-year-old son to pick up those things tomorrow.

I couldn't help but think that if I could get it all the time and save it, it would not be just the son, but the one in my stomach in the future, but I would save a lot of money on milk powder. I don't have to worry about having a baby in the future, and my salary would be used in other aspects.

Rescue point here.

The distribution of materials lasts until six o'clock and ends on time.

Peter Rasol, the head of the rescue site, took a look and sent a few young men and women who came over to volunteer for free, and then drove to the headquarters of the Aries Humanitarian Relief Foundation in the city center.

Peter Lasol didn't know if there were Leo or Orion, of course, he didn't care about these things. As a former staff member of the European branch of UNICEF, he received this invitation and his entire team was poached and his salary was quite considerable. So he happily chose to change jobs and run this foundation with a mysterious source of funds together.

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

After all, this is doing good deeds. I have only heard that many rich people are trying their best to do good deeds and leave their reputations. In Peter's view, this kind of charity that gives money but does not have reputation is real charity. Although, Peter also feels that the charity goal is limited to the immigrant groups in Paris's 18th and 20th districts, which seems to be too narrow.

Why can't you help more people?

Of course, these problems are not big.

As soon as he returned to the headquarters, Peter heard another employee, Delina, arguing with the foundation's president Glen Holt. After listening for a while, he asked his colleagues around him. Only then did he learn that Delina hopes that the foundation can purchase a batch of contraceptive supplies and distribute them to the poor, mainly for the consideration of teenagers and blocking the spread of certain diseases at the bottom. As a result, the report was called twice but not approved.

"Delina, I said everything, I agree with your plan, but if the Council does not approve it, I can't do anything."

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

"I'm sorry," Glenn shook her head, saying, "the foundation donors don't want to be known about their identity."

The office paused and Delina's voice came from: "We are colleagues who have worked together for so many years. Glenn, can you tell me if there is a problem with our funding source?"

"How is that possible, Delina, we are doing charity, and you are also an elderly person in this circle for many years. If you have any problems, you will definitely find that our operation process is very formal."

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

"You're thinking too much."

Glen Holt comforted his subordinates and summoned everyone to discuss today's work. It was already a little late, and everyone left.

It's already dusk.

When Glen Holt returned home, his wife Jamie had already changed her dress and hurriedly helped her husband with her husband. The couple rushed to a mansion in District 16, west of the city, where a cocktail party had just begun.

The organizer of the reception was the president of another "Scorpio Educational Equality Foundation", named Bernard Vieer. The other party used to work in a public welfare foundation under the United Nations. He just got this job some time ago, but it was recommended by Glen Holt.

Therefore, seeing the Holts and his wife appear, the Viyes family was very enthusiastic.

After the greetings, he greeted other guests on the scene. Glenn Holt and Bernard Vieill walked to a corner of the living room and asked with a smile: "How is that happening recently?"

"I only selected 9 little guys and 3 girls. I wonder if the above will be satisfied," Bernard Vieier shook his head and said, "You know, you have to be a mixed race and be smart enough. It's not easy. I almost couldn't help cheating. You know, it looks black anyway, so who knows if it's a mixed race."

Glen Holt glanced around and smiled and reminded his old friend: "Hey, don't say such things, be careful to cause trouble."

Bernard's eyes were shrewd: "I said that only in front of you. You wouldn't betray me, right?"

"If I want to betray you, I won't introduce you to this job," Glenn said, looking around and laughing: "Serra wanted to move to District 16 very early. If you hadn't changed to this job, you wouldn't have thought about your previous salary in this life."

"Of course, Glenn, I will never forget this favor."

The two middle-aged men in their forties and fifties were still a little sad when they spoke. In the past, they were also considered idealists, just like the young people under their command. However, over the years, they have finally understood too many things. Whether it is the United Nations or various foundations in various countries, there are too many twists and turns inside.

Therefore, there has long been no innocence as before.

While sticking to something a little bit, you can make yourself live a better life and your family live a better life. For middle-aged Bernard Vieier, it is the best result.

However, during this period, Bernard Vieill was still puzzled. At this time, he lowered his voice again and asked: "Glenn, can you tell me who we are working for? Since we are doing charity, I don't think it is necessary to cover it up like this?"

Glen Holt glanced around again and lowered his voice: "Bernard, I advise you not to explore this."

"It seems you know?"

"Just guess," Glenn Holt hesitated for a moment, facing the curious gaze of his friends for many years, he said: "Maybe it has something to do with Simon Westeros."

Bernard Vieill showed a surprised expression: "Simon Westeros?"

"Hey, keep your mouth shut."

Bernard quickly put away his expression, but said, "I think this is not a bad thing, why should I hide it?"

Glen Holt's mouth showed an unknown smile and shook his head slightly: "Anyway, we can do what we should do, everything else has nothing to do with us."

In the past few months since he joined the company, Glenn Holt has also vaguely noticed something wrong, but he is just a terminal executor after all. He cannot see the overall situation and cannot understand the intentions of some people very clearly. The only thing that can be confirmed is that whether it is the "Aries" he is responsible for or the "Scorpio" he is in charge of, the purpose is not simple.

But what does this have to do with them?

They are just executors.

Although the salary is much higher than before, as long as you pay taxes reasonably and don’t think about the foundation’s funds, you can’t be too involved even if you really happen in the future. After all, no matter from any perspective, these two funds only pay without any return.

If it is a money laundering tool, it is definitely not the way to wash it.

The reception lasted until after ten o'clock in the evening and saw the guests away one after another. Bernard Vieier was not sleepy and came to the study, reviewed the information of the nine children selected during this period, and studied several charitable plans from the foundation for the education and construction of vulnerable groups in France.

When my wife appeared, she looked at her watch and realized that it was already early in the morning.

Sierra Viele put his hands on her husband's shoulder to help him knead him, leaned over to look at the information on the desk, and said, "Dear, it's very late. How about working tomorrow?"

Bernard smiled and raised his hand and patted his wife's back: "Okay."

But Sera Viele was inevitably curious and signaled a stack of files on the desktop: "What are these?"

"The list of candidates for school aid," Bernard said. "Anyway, the Council has given me this. Although it is called the Scorpio Education Equity Foundation, I think it is unfair to focus on it. However, you also know that I am just doing things and don't have the right to ask too much."

"Don't ask," Sera Viere said half serious and half jokingly: "This job is great. I don't want you to run around the world like before, and you can't make any money... You know, I support you, but Tony and Deborah, they are all going to college, and you haven't been with them much in the past years."

"I promise," Bernard turned to hold his wife's little hand, remembered another thing, and said, "By the way, a few days ago, a director of the foundation talked to me about his child's college entrance examination, and he said that he could probably help."

Sierra Mayer was a little confused and expectant: "Help?"

"Yes," Bernard said: "But he also said that it's not France, but people are all in the United States, Britain, and Australia."

"Have you asked what school?"

"No, you know, I just met the Council," Bernard shrugged, seeing his wife's disappointed look, and hurriedly said: "There will be a meeting tomorrow morning. I can ask, but if I remember correctly, Tony and Deborah, their academic performance doesn't seem to be very good?"

Sierra Mayer suddenly complained with grievance: "Yes, you, a father, remember correctly."

"Okay, I apologize."

"It's better to do this. I'll invite that director to come to my house for dinner on the weekend and meet Tony and the others."

Faced with his wife's expectations, Bernard nodded: "I'll try it. The other party seems to be very busy, and I don't know if there is time. Moreover, since... you don't expect too much."

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

"It seems that you still have high expectations."

"Of course, my two children are my own."

“…”

Bernard, who was guilty, was speechless again.
Chapter completed!