Chapter 830: Chapter 74: Blood Drawn
This Dynasty Hotel is the type of place where the floors aren’t high, but the area it occupies is quite expansive. Just the fountain pool in front is as large as half a basketball court.
On the way, everyone Luo Qiu saw treated Song Ying with exceptional respect—enough for him, who understood the local language, to judge the relationship between Dynasty Hotel and the Song Family.
“This hotel is a chain under Song Dynasty Group, and this is the main branch,” Song Ying said indifferently. “Song Dynasty, as the name suggests, is the Song family’s business.”
“Are you planning to give me a tour of the Song family’s properties?” Luo Qiu took in his surroundings.
Even late at night, the number of vehicles ing and going seemed not scarce, and most were luxury cars; the guests were either wealthy or noble.
“Not really.” Song Ying replied directly, “Consider this a tour; now is my work time. Thanks to you, my work today has been delayed until now.”
“I sincerely apologize.” Luo Qiu said apologetically.
Just then, three men, one leading the other two, quickly approached Song Ying. Song Ying pointed to the man in front and said, “This is Ottas, the general manager of this hotel.”
“Miss Ying.” The general manager named Ottas nodded to Song Ying, then looked with confusion at the young man beside her.
In the general manager’s impression, the young princess of the Song family rarely had male panions by her side, and moreover, he seemed…rather ordinarily dressed.
But anyone the Song family’s little princess brought along was not someone the general manager would underestimate. “Miss Ying, who is this gentleman?”
“Don’t mind him; he’s with me.” Song Ying waved her hand, taking the lead towards the hotel’s interior, “No need to waste time, report while walking… Are the documents ready?”
“Everything is ready; once you review and sign, they can be executed.” Ottas quickly replied, simultaneously waving his hand.
The two assistants he brought along hurried to Song Ying’s side, pulling out documents from their briefcases.
Song Ying walked and read as she spoke, “Start reporting on the work.”
Ottas promptly began, “There’s not much special in the daily work. Two things: Firstly, Sir Surlico wants to reserve our Chenglong Hall for the fortieth wedding anniversary he is hosting for his wife and himself.”
Song Ying quickly signed a document, listening without lifting her head, “He isn’t qualified, tell him he can use the Ruihe Hall… Why did the repair costs this week go up by ten percent pared to last week?”
Ottas said, “Oh, it’s because a batch of new air conditioners was replaced, and this was reported last week.”
“Hmm… I remember now.” Song Ying nodded, “What’s the second item?”
Ottas then stated, “The second matter concerns the gambling hall.”
Ottas’ voice lowered slightly, and he subconsciously glanced backward—Song Ying had kept Ottas and the two assistants clustered around her, while Luo Qiu followed behind leisurely.
“Just say it, I’ve said not to worry…” Song Ying also realized what Ottas was concerning himself with and reflexively turned back to look… but before she finished speaking, her brows furrowed directly, “Where is he?”
“Uh… um, that gentleman was just supposed to be behind us, when did he disappear?” Ottas quickly questioned the two assistants, “Did you see him?”
The two assistants shook their heads cluelessly.
“I’ll immediately send someone to find him!” Ottas hurriedly looked at Song Ying.
“Then why aren’t you going quickly?” Song Ying said in a deep voice, “If you can’t find him, don’t bother ing to work tomorrow!”
But you just said not to mind…
Song Ying couldn’t help but reveal a slightly anxious expression—even if she didn’t have much affinity for Luo Qiu, she couldn’t just lose him carelessly.
After all, he was the grandson her grandfather had been searching for his brother for decades… She couldn’t even begin to imagine how furious Song Tianyou would be if Luo Qiu went missing.
“I’ll go look too.” Song Ying slammed her hand directly down on the assistant holding the files.
But as Song Ying walked out the door, she spotted Luo Qiu—though now there was a little girl in pajamas beside him.
“I saw this child walking alone, looking quite frightened, and since you were busy, I didn’t want to interrupt. Um…” Luo Qiu was holding the little girl’s hand, walked over to the group, and asked, “This child seems to be lost, can you help find her parents?”
“Oh… please, leave it to me.” Ottas quickly stepped up and said, “You, quickly check it out!”
The two assistants promptly took out their phones.
Song Ying directly walked up to Luo Qiu, speaking sternly, “Could you please next time refrain from disappearing without a word? It causes trouble for others!”
The voice seemed slightly raised.
Luo Qiu nodded, softly responding, “I will be more mindful of that… but, could you lower your voice, it’ll scare people.”
Luo Qiu glanced at the little girl he was holding… She looked up fearfully at Song Ying, whose face was filled with anger, and hid behind Luo Qiu.
Song Ying was taken aback, opened her mouth but found her words blocked.
…
“We’ve found this child’s parents.”
Not long after, Ottas returned with some alert staff and brought news regarding the lost child’s parents.
The little girl was taken to an empty living room.
Song Ying did have the chefs make quite a bit of food for her, but unfortunately, the little girl seemed absolutely terrified of this older sister, hiding behind Luo Qiu the entire time, clutching onto his arm with no intention of letting go.
Am I really that scary? Song Ying couldn’t help but mock herself, decided not to bother the kid unnecessarily.
“Have you found them? Where are they?” Song Ying asked Ottas.
Ottas responded, “The couple is currently in the gambling hall playing. We’ve notified them, and they’re rushing over…”
Speaking, Ottas glanced at the little girl and continued, “It seems the couple snuck off to the gambling hall while their child was sleeping. They didn’t expect the child to wake in the middle of the night, find them missing, and e out searching… It’s nothing, Miss Ying, just a false alarm.”
Just as Ottas said, the child’s father soon arrived.
“We’re very sorry for causing trouble to you…” Knowing they were at fault, the couple couldn’t say much, looking quite regretful.
The hotel would not criticize its guests, and Ottas merely made a few symbolic remarks, such as being more careful next time, and let it go.
The parents planned on taking their child away, but the little girl tugged on Luo Qiu’s sleeve. Luo Qiu squatted down, asking, “Is there anything else?”
“Thank you, big brother!”
Unexpectedly, the little girl directly kissed Luo Qiu on the cheek, gave Song Ying a timid look, and quickly ran to her parents.
Song Ying’s expression was rather plex, feeling as though in the child’s world, she’d been classified as a villain.
“Wow, this kid’s going to be a beauty, definitely pretty when she grows up.” Song Ying said, her voice tinged with sarcasm, “Would you consider it?”
“Is there a gambling hall here?” Luo Qiu slowly stood up, pletely ignoring Song Ying’s suggestion, instead asking.
“Isn’t that obvious?” Song Ying rolled her eyes, “Why else do you think there are still so many people ing here so late… Right, Ottas, you were mentioning something about the gambling hall earlier? What’s the situation?”
Ottas glanced at Luo Qiu.
Sure, here is the translation of the provided text:
Song Ying said, “Just say it, I told you not to pay attention to this person.”
You just told me not to e to work tomorrow…
Ottas cleared his throat and then said, “Here’s the thing, our people have found the whereabouts of the ‘God of Gamblers’.”
Song Ying’s eyes lit up at this moment, “Did you finally find him? Have you made contact? Where is he?”
“Unexpectedly, he’s hiding in a manor near the suburbs!” Ottas quickly said, “Our people haven’t contacted him yet… However, it seems that people from other families have found him too. Judging by their intentions, they’re probably aiming for the same purpose.”
Song Ying said, “The new ‘Supreme Gambling King Tournament’ is about to start. Other families are probably going after him too, wanting to invite him to pete on their behalf… Don’t wait, we can’t let other families get ahead. Immediately have our people contact the God of Gamblers; no matter the price, we must invite him to e out… This year, I don’t want to lose to that woman from Hua Country with the surname Zhong again!”
Ottas hesitated, “Well… From what I heard, the Four Seasons Group’s contestant is said to be the God of Gamblers’ Closed-door Disciple. If our purpose in inviting him out is to deal with his own disciple, I’m afraid he won’t easily agree?”
“You go and make the offer first. If it doesn’t work, I’ll meet him personally.” Song Ying coldly snorted.
“Okay, I understand.” Ottas then said, “By the way, Miss Ying, the person you called to have brought tonight has already arrived. Do you want to meet them now?”
“Is it turned around?” Song Ying nodded her head indifferently and said, “Then bring them over.”
Saying this, Song Ying walked in front of Luo Qiu and smiled lightly, “e, let me show you something good.”
“Something good?” Luo Qiu was quite curious.
Song Ying said indifferently, “You’ll know when you see it… By the way, do you faint at the sight of blood?”
“Faint at the sight of blood?”
Song Ying only smiled mysteriously.
…
…
Prepared was a very luxurious suite, plete with a living room and master bedroom—it was plete in every aspect. Actually, calling it a suite was less accurate than referring to it as an independent villa within the Dynasty Hotel.
In front of the door was a small bridge and a recognized fish pond, and in the garden, there were ruggedly shaped rock formations—such an independent little villa could even be described as a mansion.
As Song Ying acpanied Luo Qiu over the small wooden bridge, she suddenly stopped, “Do you believe there are crocodiles down below?”
“Hmm… What kind of species?” Luo Qiu walked to the railing, looked down, and asked curiously, “Are they hiding over there? How many are there in total?”
This guy…
Song Ying sneered and walked down the small bridge directly, “You’ll find out what species they are later, let’s go.”
Passing through the garden in front of the door, acpanied by Ottas and others, a group of people directly walked to the outdoor tea table outside the villa.
The rectangular tea table was dug into the ground, approximately sixty centimeters below ground level. When Luo Qiu and his group arrived, several men dressed in black suits were already waiting there.
Meanwhile, on the ground lay a man in his thirties… He was Caucasian.
This guy was just wearing a white shirt and suit pants, but his white shirt was dotted with bloodstains, some of which had already turned pletely dull, suggesting he’d been beaten for quite a long time.
“Miss Ying.” The waiting people greeted in unison at this moment.
Song Ying directly sat down and pointed to the position beside her, signaling Luo Qiu to sit down as well. At this time, the Caucasian man collapsed on the ground quickly crawled forward, but was quickly held down by the men in suits.
“Miss Ying, please spare me! Please spare me… I won’t dare again, I won’t dare again!” The Caucasian man begged in terror at this moment.
“This person is a gambler.” Song Ying looked at Luo Qiu indifferently and said, “But he cheated in our gambling hall, tricked us, and got caught, with irrefutable evidence. According to our rules, if one is caught cheating, they have to have a hand cut off.”
Upon hearing this, the Caucasian man being pressed to the ground immediately struggled desperately, “Miss Ying! Spare me! Spare me… Don’t cut off my hand! I beg you… I beg you… I had to do it… Spare me, spare me…”
“Had to do it…” Song Ying suddenly nodded, “Actually, sometimes we’re also forced to do this business. If you follow our rules, the money you win is yours, the money you lose is yours too, but if you cheat, you should understand the consequences.”
Song Ying waved her hand.
The men used more force at this moment, then pulled out the man’s right hand, placing it on the tea table, and another man took out a machete.
“No… No!! Ah——!!”
Without any mercy, the man wielding the machete placed a white cloth over the Caucasian man’s hand and directly struck down with the machete.
Neat and clean, amidst the Caucasian man’s shrill screams, a severed hand fell directly onto the wooden floor beneath the tea table.
This Caucasian man had already fainted from the pain, and after the men released him, he lay on the ground, motionless.
“Dispose of it.” Song Ying glanced indifferently.
The men’s bodies directly picked up the Caucasian man’s body, and the severed hand was also picked up together.
They didn’t go far, but directly threw the person into the nearby pond.
In the darkness, the predators were agitated by the smell of blood, and the water suddenly became turbulent, as a massive object in the darkness suddenly pounced towards the Caucasian man’s body, frantically biting.
And the screams sounded again, but soon disappeared, leaving only the splashing water and bubbles on the pond’s surface.
“Did you see the species of crocodiles?” Song Ying looked at Luo Qiu and revealed a seductive smile.
Luo Qiu said indifferently, “Didn’t you say the rule was just to cut off his hand, why did you kill him?”
Song Ying slowly said, “He cheated, so his hand was cut off. But he still cheated and succeeded several times. This matter cannot spread out because it would affect the reputation of our gambling hall, so we could only kill him. Grandpa said, you can take anything from our Song Family with real skills, but if it’s cheating, then sorry.”
Luo Qiu curiously asked, “Since he managed to cheat successfully, isn’t it also a show of skill?”
Song Ying slightly smiled, “Yes, it’s a show of skill. Only our Song Family is stronger, we set the rules. We say it’s a display of skill, or we say it’s cheating behavior.”
Song Ying bed her long hair, “On the contrary, if someday we encounter someone stronger, our lives will also be in someone else’s grasp. Just like this man, maybe I would be thrown down to feed the crocodiles, or be captured as a slave, randomly played with, played until worn out.”
She stood up, then walked to Luo Qiu, bent down, placed her hands on Luo Qiu’s chair back, pressing down her whole body, “My parents died in an assassination, the enemy was our Song Family’s opponent.”
She leaned forward more, almost touching Luo Qiu’s face, “Tomorrow, perhaps tomorrow, you’ll meet the same fate… In such a Song Family, do you still want to stay?”
Luo Qiu looked into Song Ying’s eyes and suddenly whispered, “Truly beautiful.”
Song Ying was taken aback and then looked at her neckline subconsciously—she leaned too low, her cleavage was already exposed pletely.
She furrowed her brows, “Lecher!”
Luo Qiu shook his head, “It’s your eyes, and the things connected to your eyes.”
Song Ying coldly grunted, stood up, ” Consider well whether you fit the world here. Behind this world of wealth lies a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.”
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PS: Additional chapter for the book friend “Yu Yan丶”‘s cute master (1/2)
櫓
䎁㦍䬊䨼䏝
老
路
㙙”
擄
㽹䨼㽹㷔
盧
蘆
䘴䦒㟨䎁㤼
盧
櫓
䈬䯘”㳫㾓䎂㤼㽹䨼䘴䈬
䨼䎁
老
路
䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 㓡㟨㘮㳫 䎁䬊䨼䈬 䎂㳫䈬䨦䘴㦍䈬㳫 䎁䘴 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡’䈬 㘏㤼㳫䈬䎁䨼䘴㦍㾓
䳉䀲 䂜䘴㤼䎂䈬㳫䀂 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䐎䨼䐎㦍’䎁 㳫䡵䨦㳫䂜䎁 䎁䘴 䎂㳫䂜㳫䨼㘮㳫 䎁䬊㳫 㟨㦍䈬㷔㳫䎂 䈬䬊㳫 㟨㦍䎁䨼䂜䨼䨦㟨䎁㳫䐎—䦒㳫䂜㟨㤼䈬㳫 䎁䬊䨼䈬 㓡㤼䯘 㷔㟨䈬 䎁䘴䘴 䂜㟨㽹㔯㾓㾓㾓 䈬䘴 䂜㟨㽹㔯 䨼䎁 㷔㟨䈬 㟨㽹㔯䘴䈬䎁 䀲䎂䨼㓡䬊䎁㳫㦍䨼㦍㓡㾓
䘴䎂
䦒㳫
䘴㛅
㳫䬊䀂䐎㟨䎁
䬊䎂㳫䎁㳫
㤼㩁䎁䈬
㘮㦍㳫㳫
䘴䬊㷔
㟨䀂㔯䂜㽹
䂜䎁䎂䈬㟨㳫
䀲㳫䨼㽹
䎂㓡䘴䈬㦍䎁
䎂䘴
䨦㦍㳫䘴䈬䎂
䨼䀂䈬
䎁䘴
㟨䎂㳫
䘴䎁
㦍䘴㳫
䈬䨼
䨦䎂䨼㳫䎁㓡㳫㦍䐎㦍
䎁䎁䎂㔯㳫㟨
䈬㽹㟨㟨䯘㷔
㳫䦒
䨼䨼䎂䎁㳫㳫䐎㦍䀲㦍䀲
䐎㦍䀲䘴㤼㾓
䬊㷔䘴
㟨
㦍䐎㟨
䘴䎁
㳌㳫 㦍㳫䨼䎁䬊㳫䎂 䈬䬊䘴㷔㳫䐎 䈬䯘㔯䨦㟨䎁䬊䯘 䀲䘴䎂 䎁䬊㳫 䂜䬊㳫㟨䎁䨼㦍㓡 㷔䬊䨼䎁㳫 㔯㟨㦍 㦍䘴䎂 㷔㟨䈬 㔯䘴㘮㳫䐎 䦒䯘 䎁䬊㳫 䈬㳫㘮㳫䎂㳫䐎 䬊㟨㦍䐎㾓 㮓䈬 䀲䘴䎂 䎁䬊㳫 䈬䂜㳫㦍㳫 䘴䀲 䀲㳫㳫䐎䨼㦍㓡 䎁䬊㳫 䂜䎂䘴䂜䘴䐎䨼㽹㳫 㟨䎁 䎁䬊㳫 㳫㦍䐎䀂 䨼䎁 㷔㟨䈬 㔯䘴䎂㳫 㽹䨼䏝㳫 㷔㟨䎁䂜䬊䨼㦍㓡 㟨 䂜䨼䎂䂜㤼䈬 䨦㳫䎂䀲䘴䎂㔯㟨㦍䂜㳫—㟨㦍䐎 㦍䘴䎁 㟨 㘮㳫䎂䯘 㳫䡵䂜䨼䎁䨼㦍㓡 䘴㦍㳫 㟨䎁 䎁䬊㟨䎁㾓
䦵䨼䎁䬊㳫䎂 䬊㳫 㷔㟨䈬 㳫䡵䎁䎂㳫㔯㳫㽹䯘 䂜䘴㽹䐎㫢䦒㽹䘴䘴䐎㳫䐎䀂 䘴䎂 䬊㳫 㷔㟨䈬 㦍㟨䎁㤼䎂㟨㽹㽹䯘 㽹㟨䂜䏝䨼㦍㓡 䨼㦍 㳫㔯䘴䎁䨼䘴㦍䈬—䘴䎂 䨦㳫䎂䬊㟨䨦䈬 䎁䬊㳫䈬㳫 䎁䬊䨼㦍㓡䈬 㷔㳫䎂㳫 㩁㤼䈬䎁 䂜䬊䨼㽹䐎’䈬 䨦㽹㟨䯘 䎁䘴 䬊䨼㔯㾓
䴳䘴㤼
䨼㦍䯘䎁
䨼㦍
䎁䎂㓡㦍䯘䨼
䯘㟨㦍
䨼㰬㦍㓡
㳫㽹䯘䂜䎁䡵㟨
䘴䎁
㦍䘴㳫䂜
䎁㟨
䐎㟨䎂䬊
䎂㳫㟨
䬊㒹䘴”
㾵㓡䘴㦍
䎁䂜䬊䂜㟨
䘴”䯘䠯㤼
㳫㟨䂜䬊㦍㓡
㟨㟨㦍㓡䨼
䨼㤼䀂䕍
䈬䎂㳫䎁㟨䐎
䨦㳫䡵䈬䎂㳫䨼䈬㦍䘴㾓
䈬䨼䬊
“㩲䘴 䯘䘴㤼 㟨㽹㽹䀂 㙙 㟨㔯 㩁㤼䈬䎁 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼䀂” 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 䎁䬊䘴㤼㓡䬊䎁 䀲䘴䎂 㟨 㔯䘴㔯㳫㦍䎁㾓
“㩲䘴 㤼䈬䠯” 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䀲䎂䘴㷔㦍㳫䐎䀂 “㮓㦍䐎 㦍䘴䎁 䎁䘴 㤼䈬䀂 䎁䬊㳫㦍 㷔䬊䘴 㟨䎂㳫 䯘䘴㤼䠯”
㽹㽹’㙙
䯘”㮓㽹䂜㟨䎁㤼㽹䀂
䘴㦍䎁
“㦍䨼㘮㓡㾓㟨㳫㽹
㷔㳫䀲
“䈬㮎䨼䈬
䯘㟨㳫䦒㔯
䨼䕍㤼
㦍䨼㓡”䬊䎁䈬䀂
䐎䈬䯘䀂㟨
㟨䈬䎁䯘
㟨㤼䦒䎁䘴
㟨㮎㳫䦒䯘
䦒㳫
䯘㷔䘴䎂䎂
䴳㤼䘴
㓡䘴㾵㦍
㟨
䘴㦍㓡㽹㾓
㷔䘴䎁㦍’
䂜㔯㤼䬊
䐎㳫㦍㳫
䀂䏝㳫㷔㳫
䨼䈬㳫㔯䐎㽹
䘴䘴䎁
䬊㽹㽹䯘䀂䨼䎁㓡䈬
㙙
“㰬䘴㤼’䎂㳫 㽹㳫㟨㘮䨼㦍㓡䠯” 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䬊㳫㟨䎂䐎 䎁䬊㳫 㤼㦍㳫䡵䨦㳫䂜䎁㳫䐎 㟨㦍䈬㷔㳫䎂㾓
“㙙䎁 䐎㳫䨦㳫㦍䐎䈬㾓 㙙䀲 䎁䬊㳫䎂㳫 㟨䎂㳫 㔯䘴䎂㳫 䨼㦍䎁㳫䎂㳫䈬䎁䨼㦍㓡 䎁䬊䨼㦍㓡䈬 䬊㟨䨦䨦㳫㦍䨼㦍㓡 䬊㳫䎂㳫䀂 㙙 㔯䨼㓡䬊䎁 䈬䎁㟨䯘 㟨 䀲㳫㷔 㔯䘴䎂㳫 䐎㟨䯘䈬䀂” 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 䈬㟨䨼䐎 䨼㦍䐎䨼䀲䀲㳫䎂㳫㦍䎁㽹䯘㾓
㳫㳫㽹䀲
㳫㝺䎂”䯘
“䈬㙙
㳫㽹㷔㽹䀂
㾵䘴㦍㓡
㦍䘴㳫䎁䎂䈬䐎
䎁䬊䎁㟨
㳫㷔䯘䈬䎂㳫䦒䘴
䨼䐎䈬㟨䎂㳫
䂜䀂㽹䯘䘴䐎㽹
㳫䬊䎂
㾓䐎䘴”䘴䦒䎂㳫㔯
‘㽹㙙㽹
䐎㦍㟨
䨼㰬㦍㓡
㔯㟨䏝㳫
䎂䐎㤼㳫䎁㳫㦍䂜䐎㳫㦍㳫䨦
䠯”䈬䘴
䯘䘴㤼
㒹䨼䎁䬊 䎁䬊㟨䎁䀂 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䈬䎁䘴䨦䨦㳫䐎 䎁㟨㽹䏝䨼㦍㓡䀂 䨼㓡㦍䘴䎂䨼㦍㓡 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 㟨㦍䐎䀂 㟨䂜䂜䘴㔯䨦㟨㦍䨼㳫䐎 䦒䯘 䳉䎁䎁㟨䈬䀂 㽹㳫䀲䎁 䎁䬊㳫 䈬㳫䨦㟨䎂㟨䎁㳫 㘮䨼㽹㽹㟨 䈬㤼䨼䎁㳫 䨼㦍 䎁䬊㳫 䬊䘴䎁㳫㽹㾓
㾵䬊㳫 䐎䨼䐎 㦍䘴䎁 㟨䎂䎂㟨㦍㓡㳫 㟨㦍䯘 䬊䘴䈬䨦䨼䎁㟨㽹䨼䎁䯘 䀲䘴䎂 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼䀂 㦍䘴䎂 䐎䨼䐎 䈬䬊㳫 䈬䨦㳫㟨䏝 㟨㦍䘴䎁䬊㳫䎂 㷔䘴䎂䐎 䎁䘴 䬊䨼㔯䀂 㟨㽹㔯䘴䈬䎁 䎁䎂㳫㟨䎁䨼㦍㓡 䬊䨼㔯 㟨䈬 䎁䎂㟨㦍䈬䨦㟨䎂㳫㦍䎁䀂 㦍䘴㦍㫢㳫䡵䨼䈬䎁㳫㦍䎁—䎁䬊䘴㤼㓡䬊 䎁䬊㳫 䬊䘴䎁㳫㽹 䈬䎁㟨䀲䀲 䐎㟨䎂㳫䐎 㦍䘴䎁 䦒㳫䬊㟨㘮㳫 䎁䬊㳫 䈬㟨㔯㳫 㷔㟨䯘㾓
㦍䎁㓡㓡䨼㳫䎁
㟨䈬㷔
䎂㮎㾓
㦍䘴
㮓䬊䬊䘴㤼㽹䎁㓡
䯘㟨䀂㟨㷔
䨼䐎䐎
㓡䨼㦍㰬
䯘㳫䠯䎁䬊
㘮䨼㦍䐎䨼䎂㓡
㓡㤼䯘
䎁㦍䘴
䨼䈬
䴳㤼䘴㾓㾓㾓
㽹䘴㓡㟨㦍
㳫䬊䎂
䨼䈬䬊䎁
䎁䨼䬊㷔
㤼䴳䘴
䎁䨼
㔯䐎㳫㟨㦍
䨼䈬㮎䈬
䈬㳫㔯䈬㳫
㳫㦍䘴
㒹䬊䘴 䏝㦍䘴㷔䈬 䨼䀲 㮎䨼䈬䈬 㰬䨼㦍㓡 㔯䨼㓡䬊䎁 䈬㤼䐎䐎㳫㦍㽹䯘 䈬㟨䯘㜈 㰬䘴㤼 䐎䘴㦍’䎁 㦍㳫㳫䐎 䎁䘴 䂜䘴㔯㳫 䎁䘴 㷔䘴䎂䏝 䎁䘴㔯䘴䎂䎂䘴㷔䠯
㾵䘴 䎁䬊㳫 䬊䘴䎁㳫㽹’䈬 㔯㟨㦍㟨㓡㳫䎂䀂 䳉䎁䎁㟨䈬䀂 㷔䘴㤼㽹䐎㦍’䎁 䐎㟨䎂㳫 䈬䬊䘴㷔 㟨㦍䯘 䎂㤼䐎㳫㦍㳫䈬䈬 䎁䘴 䎁䬊䨼䈬 䯘䘴㤼㦍㓡 㔯㟨㦍䀂 “䥇㔯㾓㾓㾓 㮎䨼䈬䈬 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䨼䈬 㟨䂜䎁㤼㟨㽹㽹䯘 㟨 㦍䨼䂜㳫 䨦㳫䎂䈬䘴㦍䀂 㷔䬊䯘 䐎䘴㦍’䎁 䯘䘴㤼 䎁䎂䯘 䎁䘴 㟨䨦䨦㳫㟨䈬㳫 䬊㳫䎂䠯”
㦍䨼
䘴㟨㽹”㦍㳫㾓
䘴䨦䎂䬊䨼㳫㦍㽹䎁㟨䈬䨼
㳫䦒
䨼㳫㦍䀲
䈬䨼䬊
䎂䘴㷔䎂䯘
㳫䈬㔯㽹䨼䐎
“㒹㳫
㔯㟨
㙙
䎁㦍䘴
䀑”‘㦍䘴䎁
䬊䎁”䀂䏝䨼㦍
䦒㳫㓡䨼㦍
䈬㔯䎁㤼
㦍䐎㟨
㟨䬊䐎䀂㳫
䘴䬊䈬䘴䏝
䕍䨼㤼
䯘䘴㤼
䘴㤼䯘
䎂㟨㳫
䬊䎁㳫
䀂㳫㔯
㤼䘴䴳
䦒㤼䀂䈬䯘
䳉䎁䀂䈬㟨䎁
㟨䦒㤼䘴䎁
䘴䀲
䎂㾓㮎
䏝䨼䐎㦍
䥔㳫䂜㟨㤼䈬㳫 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䐎䨼䐎㦍’䎁 㳫䡵䨦䎂㳫䈬䈬 㟨㦍䯘䎁䬊䨼㦍㓡䀂 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 䀲䘴㽹㽹䘴㷔㳫䐎 㟨㽹䘴㦍㓡 㟨㦍䐎 㟨䎂䎂䨼㘮㳫䐎 䨼㦍 㟨 䈬䨦㟨䂜䨼䘴㤼䈬 䘴䀲䀲䨼䂜㳫㾓
㮎㟨㦍㟨㓡㳫䎂 䳉䎁䎁㟨䈬 㽹䘴䘴䏝㳫䐎 㟨䎁 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡䀂 㷔䬊䘴 㷔㟨䈬 䈬䨼㽹㳫㦍䎁 㟨䎁 䬊㳫䎂 䐎㳫䈬䏝 䎂㳫㘮䨼㳫㷔䨼㦍㓡 䀲䨼㽹㳫䈬䀂 䈬㔯䨼㽹㳫䐎 㷔䎂䯘㽹䯘䀂 㟨㦍䐎 㷔䬊䨼䈬䨦㳫䎂㳫䐎䀂 “㮓㽹䎂䨼㓡䬊䎁 䎁䬊㳫㦍䀂 㮎䎂㾓 䴳㤼䘴䀂 䨼䀲 䯘䘴㤼 㦍㳫㳫䐎 㟨㦍䯘䎁䬊䨼㦍㓡䀂 㩁㤼䈬䎁 䎁㳫㽹㽹 䈬䘴㔯㳫䘴㦍㳫 䘴㤼䎁䈬䨼䐎㳫䀂 㟨㦍䐎 䎁䬊㳫䯘’㽹㽹 䨼㦍䀲䘴䎂㔯 㔯㳫㾓 㩲䬊㳫䎂㳫’䈬 㟨 䈬㳫䂜䎂㳫䎁㟨䎂䯘 䘴㦍 䐎㤼䎁䯘 䘴㤼䎁䈬䨼䐎㳫䀂 䯘䘴㤼 䂜㟨㦍 䎁㳫㽹㽹 䬊㳫䎂䀂 㙙’㽹㽹 㓡䨼㘮㳫 䎁䬊㳫 䨼㦍䈬䎁䎂㤼䂜䎁䨼䘴㦍䈬㾓”
㤼䯘㾓䘴”
㩲䬊㟨”㦍䏝
㾓㾓㾓
㾓㾓㾓
㙙”䈬
㦍䐎㓡㳫䂜㽹㟨
䀂㓡㫍㟨㳫
㽹㳫䀂䀲䎁
㟨䎁
䎁䬊㳫㳫䎂
㤼䂜䨼㤼㽹䘴䯘䈬䎂
㾓㤼䕍䨼
䈬㤼㦍㽹䐎㳫䯘䐎
㤼䴳䘴
䬊㳫䎂
㦍䘴㓡㾵
㘀㽹㦍㓡㳫㳫䨼
㟨䈬㳫䐎䏝䀂
䎁䈬䳉㟨䎁
㤼䨼䕍
䘴䴳㤼
䨼㦍㰬㓡
䀲㮓䎂䎁㳫
䎁㦍”䠯䯘㦍㟨䬊㓡䨼
䥇㦍㳫䡵䨦㳫䂜䎁㳫䐎㽹䯘䀂 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 㩁㤼䈬䎁 䈬䎁㟨䎂㳫䐎 㟨䎁 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 䀲䘴䎂 㟨 㷔䬊䨼㽹㳫䀂 䎁䬊㳫㦍 㟨䈬 䨼䀲 䎂㳫㟨㽹䨼㫍䨼㦍㓡 䈬䘴㔯㳫䎁䬊䨼㦍㓡䀂 䨦㽹㟨䂜㳫䐎 䬊㳫䎂 䬊㟨㦍䐎䈬 䘴㦍 䎁䬊㳫 䏝㳫䯘䦒䘴㟨䎂䐎 㟨㦍䐎 䦒㳫㓡㟨㦍 䎁䘴 䎁䯘䨦㳫㾓
䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 䈬㔯䨼㽹㳫䐎䀂 䂜㟨䈬㤼㟨㽹㽹䯘 㟨䐎㩁㤼䈬䎁㳫䐎 䎁䬊㳫 㟨䨼䎂 䂜䘴㦍䐎䨼䎁䨼䘴㦍㳫䎂’䈬 䎁㳫㔯䨦㳫䎂㟨䎁㤼䎂㳫 㤼䨦 䦒䯘 䎁㷔䘴 䐎㳫㓡䎂㳫㳫䈬䀂 㟨㦍䐎 㘏㤼䨼㳫䎁㽹䯘 㷔㟨㽹䏝㳫䐎 䎁䘴 䎁䬊㳫 䘴䀲䀲䨼䂜㳫’䈬 䦒䘴䘴䏝䈬䬊㳫㽹䀲䀂 䨦䨼䂜䏝䨼㦍㓡 㤼䨦 㟨 䦒䘴䘴䏝㾓
䨦㳫䨦䀂䘴㽹㳫
䘴㾓䯘㤼
䎁䈬䐎䎂䘴㟨㷔
㳫䀂䐎㦍㳫䈬
䘴䬊㟨䦒䎂䎂
㳫䘴㦍
䨼䨦㽹䂜䈬㳫㟨
䈬’䎂㳫䬊㳫䎁
䎁䬊䯘㳫
䘴䯘㤼
䘴䯘㤼
“㙙䀲
䘴㾵㓡㦍
䘴䈬㔯㳫
䀂”䈬㽹㳫䨦㳫
䎁䨼䎁㤼㷔䬊䘴
䀲䘴
䘴㔯䎂䘴
䘴㦍䨼㓡䏝㽹䘴
䎁䘴
㟨㦍䂜
㟨㳫䎁䎁䎂
㳫䈬䀂䨦㽹䯘㳫
㔯㳫䘴䐎䎁䘴䂜䂜㟨㟨㔯
㟨䎁
䀲㳫㳫㽹
㤼䨦䀂
䀲䨼
䘴䯘㤼
䯘㦍㟨
䐎䀲㦍䨼
㟨䐎䈬䨼
䨼㰬㓡㦍
㟨㷔䯘
䨼䈬
㘏䎁㳫㤼䨼
䐎䎂䀲㦍䘴䈬㟨䎂㳫㔯䎁
䯘䘴䀂㤼
䬊䘴㳫㽹䎁’䈬
䨦㽹”䯘䘴䎂㾓䘴
㟨䎂㳫
㳫㦍䨦
㤼䘴䯘
䨼㳫䈬㳫䎂䂜㘮
㓡䘴䘴䐎䀂
䘴㦍㾵㓡
䨦䨼㓡㦍䎁䯘
㦍䘴
䨦㦍䎁䨼䘴
㦍䨼䘴䎁
䀂㽹㳫䈬䀲䨼
䬊㩲䈬”䨼
䐎䘴㽹䨼㽹䘴㷔㓡
㟨䬊㳫㘮
䬊㽹䈬㳫䈬㦍䘴㳫㳫㦍䎁
䬊㳫䎁
䎂㳫䬊
䎁䨼㓡㦍䎂䨼㷔
㦍䘴
䀲䯘䈬㟨’㽹㔯䨼
䘴㦍
㤼㓡㽹㮓䎁䘴䬊䬊
㙙䐎’
㳫䦒䐎䏝䘴䯘㟨䎂
“䝭㳫㟨䐎䨼㦍㓡 㟨 䦒䘴䘴䏝 㷔䨼㽹㽹 䐎䘴䀂” 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 㓡㳫䈬䎁㤼䎂㳫䐎 䎁䘴 䎁䬊㳫 䦒䘴䘴䏝 䬊㳫 䬊㟨䐎 㩁㤼䈬䎁 䎁㟨䏝㳫㦍 䀲䎂䘴㔯 䎁䬊㳫 䈬䬊㳫㽹䀲㾓
㩲䬊㳫 䏜㽹㟨䈬䈬䨼䂜 䘴䀲 㩲㳫㟨㾓
䎂㳫䈬䐎㤼㔯㳫
㾵㓡䘴㦍
䎁㾵䨼”㤼
䎂䬊㳫
䀂䯘䈬㳫䘴㤼䎂㽹”䀲
㷔㾓䏝䘴䎂
㦍㰬䨼㓡
“㾵䬊䘴㤼㽹䐎 㙙 䨦䘴㤼䎂 䯘䘴㤼 㟨 䂜㤼䨦 䘴䀲 㷔㟨䎁㳫䎂䠯” 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 㓡㽹㟨㦍䂜㳫䐎 㟨䎁 䎁䬊㳫 㦍㳫㟨䎂㽹䯘 㳫㔯䨦䎁䯘 䂜㤼䨦 䦒㳫䈬䨼䐎㳫 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡㾓
“䀑䘴㦍’䎁 䐎䨼䈬䎁㤼䎂䦒 㔯㳫䀂” 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䎂㳫䨦㽹䨼㳫䐎 㷔䨼䎁䬊䘴㤼䎁 㽹䘴䘴䏝䨼㦍㓡 㤼䨦䀂 “㮓㽹䈬䘴䀂 䈬㳫䎁 䎁䬊㳫 㟨䨼䎂 䂜䘴㦍䐎䨼䎁䨼䘴㦍㳫䎂 䦒㟨䂜䏝䀂 㙙 䀲㳫㳫㽹 䬊䘴䎁㾓”
㳫㘮㦍㳫
䨼䈬䬊㩲
䎁㳫䨼䀂㔯
㦍䐎䐎䀂䘴䐎㳫
䕍㤼䨼
㽹䨼䎁䬊㓡㾓㳫䎂
㤼㳫䎂㦍䐎䎁䎂㳫
㷔㳫㳫䎂
㦍䎂䂜䘴㽹䘴䎁
䈬䨼䎁
䘴䎁
䈬㟨㳫䐎䎁㩁䐎㤼
㟨㽹䎂䨼㦍䘴䨼㓡
㦍㟨䐎
㷔㽹䈬㟨㽹’
㤼䎁㳫䎂㟨㔯䀂䎁䨦㳫㳫䎂
䎁䬊㳫
䨼䬊䈬
䨼㓡䨼䐎㦍䘴䘴㦍䨼䂜䎁㦍
䎁㳫䬊
㤼䘴䴳
㟨䨼䎂
䘴䈬㾓䀲㟨
䦒㟨䂜䏝
䎁䘴
䘴䈬䎁䎁䀲䈬䘴㳫䨦
䎁䘴
䎂㦍䐎㤼䎁䎂㳫㳫
䬊䎁㳫
䨦㽹㟨䀂㦍㳫
㮓䂜䎁㤼㟨㽹㽹䯘䀂 䎂㳫㟨䐎䨼㦍㓡 㳫㫢䦒䘴䘴䏝䈬 㔯䨼㓡䬊䎁 䦒㳫 㔯䘴䎂㳫 䂜䘴㦍㘮㳫㦍䨼㳫㦍䎁䀂 㔯䘴䎂㳫 䂜䘴㔯䨦䎂㳫䬊㳫㦍䈬䨼㘮㳫㾓
㰬㳫䎁 䨼䎁 㽹㟨䂜䏝䈬 䎁䬊㳫 䀲㳫㳫㽹 䘴䀲 䨦䬊䯘䈬䨼䂜㟨㽹 䦒䘴䘴䏝䈬㾓 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼䀂 䈬䘴㔯㳫䘴㦍㳫 㷔䬊䘴 㳫㦍㩁䘴䯘䈬 䎂㳫㟨䐎䨼㦍㓡䀂 䈬䘴䘴㦍 䦒㳫䂜㟨㔯㳫 㟨䦒䈬䘴䎂䦒㳫䐎 䨼㦍 䎁䬊㳫 䂜䘴㦍䎁㳫㦍䎁䈬 䘴䀲 㩲䬊㳫 䏜㽹㟨䈬䈬䨼䂜 䘴䀲 㩲㳫㟨㾓
䎁䨼㔯㤼㦍㳫
䘴㽹㽹䈬䯘㷔
䐎㦍㟨
䬊䎁㳫
㩲䬊㳫
㟨䬊䐎䈬㦍
䎁䐎䎂㾓㟨䘴䎁㳫
㦍䘴
㳫䐎䈬䘴㦍䂜
㷔䬊䎁䨼㳫
䀲䘴
䂜㽹䏝䘴䂜
䎁䬊㳫
㷔㽹㽹㟨
㩲㷔䘴 㟨㾓㔯㾓㾓㾓 䎁㷔䘴㫢䎁䬊䨼䎂䎁䯘㾓㾓㾓 䎁䬊䎂㳫㳫㫢䀲䨼䀲䎁㳫㳫㦍㾓㾓㾓
㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䘴䂜䂜㟨䈬䨼䘴㦍㟨㽹㽹䯘 㽹䘴䘴䏝㳫䐎 㤼䨦䀂 㓡㽹㟨㦍䂜㳫䐎 㟨䎁 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 䎂㳫㟨䐎䨼㦍㓡䀂 㟨㦍䐎 䎁䬊㳫㦍 䎂㳫䈬㤼㔯㳫䐎 䬊㳫䎂 㷔䘴䎂䏝㾓
㰬㦍㓡䨼
䘴㤼䎂㘀
䨼䬊䎁㷔
䨼㳫䬊㾓䎁㫢䎁㾓䎂㤼㓡䯘䬊䨼䘴䎁㾓䀲䎂㫢
㾓㾓㟨㾓㾓㔯
㤼䨦
㳫㦍䨦䀂
䈬䐎䎁䘴䘴
䘴䎂㷔䏝
㓡䘴㦍㾵
㦍䨼
㳫䐎䎂㔯㳫㔯䈬䨼
䐎䬊䀂㟨㦍
㳫䀲䨼㽹
㳫䬊䎁
㟨
㳫䬊䎂
㷔䎂㾓䐎㽹䘴
䂜䘴䯘㳫㽹㽹㔯㳫䎁䨦
㓡䨼㷔㽹䎂㦍䨼䎁
㦍䨼
㾵䬊㳫 䦒㟨䎂㳫㽹䯘䀂 㦍䘴䀂 䂜䘴㔯䨦㽹㳫䎁㳫㽹䯘 䨼㓡㦍䘴䎂㳫䐎 䎁䬊㳫 䀲㟨䂜䎁 䎁䬊㟨䎁 䦒㳫䈬䨼䐎㳫䈬 䬊㳫䎂䈬㳫㽹䀲䀂 䎁䬊㳫䎂㳫 㷔㟨䈬 㟨㦍䘴䎁䬊㳫䎂 䨦㳫䎂䈬䘴㦍 䨼㦍 䎁䬊㳫 䘴䀲䀲䨼䂜㳫㾓
㙙㦍 䎁䬊㳫 㔯䘴䎂㦍䨼㦍㓡䀂 䈬䨼䡵㫢䎁㷔㳫㦍䎁䯘㫢䎁䬊䎂㳫㳫䀂 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䎁䬊䎂㳫㷔 䐎䘴㷔㦍 䎁䬊㳫 䨦㳫㦍 䨼㦍 䬊㳫䎂 䬊㟨㦍䐎䀂 䈬䎁䎂㳫䎁䂜䬊㳫䐎 㽹㟨㫍䨼㽹䯘䀂 㟨㦍䐎 䨦㟨䎁䎁㳫䐎 䬊㳫䎂 䈬䬊䘴㤼㽹䐎㳫䎂㾓
䈬㟨㷔
㓡㦍䘴㾵
㾓㾓㦍㳫䘴㾓㓡
䎁㟨
䬊㳫㷔㦍
㷔㳫䬊䎂㳫
䈬䬊㳫
㳫䬊
䐎’䨼㦍䐎䎁
䬊䐎㟨
䨼㰬㦍㓡
㳫䦒㳫㦍
㝗””㳫䠯㦍䘴
䨼䎁㦍䎁㒬䨼䈬㓡
㘮㳫㦍㳫
㾓㳫䎁㽹䀲
䬊䐎㟨
㳫䬊
䴳䘴㤼
䏝㷔㦍䘴
䐎㽹䂜㳫㦍㓡㟨
㤼䕍䨼
㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䎁䬊㳫㦍 䐎䨼䎂㳫䂜䎁㽹䯘 䂜㟨㽹㽹㳫䐎 䎁䬊㳫 䈬㳫䂜䎂㳫䎁㟨䎂䯘 䘴㤼䎁䈬䨼䐎㳫 䎁䬊㳫 䘴䀲䀲䨼䂜㳫䀂 “㩲䬊㟨䎁 㓡㤼䯘 㦍㟨㔯㳫䐎 䴳㤼䘴䀂 䐎䨼䐎 䬊㳫 䀲䨼㦍䐎 㟨 䎂䘴䘴㔯 䎁䘴 䈬㽹㳫㳫䨦䠯”
㩲䬊㳫 䈬㳫䂜䎂㳫䎁㟨䎂䯘 䎂㳫䨦㽹䨼㳫䐎䀂 “㛅䘴䀂 㮎䨼䈬䈬 㰬䨼㦍㓡䀂 䈬㳫㘮㳫䎂㟨㽹 㓡㳫㦍䎁㽹㳫㔯㳫㦍 䂜㟨㔯㳫 㳫㟨䎂㽹䯘 䎁䬊䨼䈬 㔯䘴䎂㦍䨼㦍㓡 㟨㦍䐎 䎁䘴䘴䏝 㮎䎂㾓 䴳㤼䘴 㟨㷔㟨䯘㾓”
“㩲㳫㦍㟨䏝
㓡㰬㦍䨼
䘴㦍㾵㓡
䘴䠯”㷔䬊
㟨㷔䀂㟨䯘
䐎㦍㾓㷔㳫䘴䎂䀲
“㙙䎁 㷔㟨䈬 䴳䨼䎁䎁㽹㳫 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㷔䬊䘴 䂜㟨㔯㳫 䬊䨼㔯䈬㳫㽹䀲䀂” 䎁䬊㳫 䈬㳫䂜䎂㳫䎁㟨䎂䯘 䬊㤼䎂䎂䨼㳫䐎㽹䯘 䈬㟨䨼䐎䀂 “㳌㳫’䈬 䦒㳫㳫㦍 㓡䘴㦍㳫 䀲䘴䎂 㔯䘴䎂㳫 䎁䬊㟨㦍 䎁㷔㳫㦍䎁䯘 㔯䨼㦍㤼䎁㳫䈬㾓”
“㮓㽹䎂䨼㓡䬊䎁䀂 㙙 㤼㦍䐎㳫䎂䈬䎁㟨㦍䐎㾓” 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䎁䬊㳫㦍 䂜㟨㽹㔯㳫䐎 䐎䘴㷔㦍—䨼䎁 䈬㳫㳫㔯䈬 䴳㤼䘴 䕍䨼㤼 䬊㟨䐎㦍’䎁 䎂㳫䎁㤼䎂㦍㳫䐎 㟨㽹㽹 㦍䨼㓡䬊䎁䀂 㳫㘮㳫㦍 䬊㳫䎂 㤼㦍䂜㽹㳫䀂 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㳌㟨䘴䎂㟨㦍䀂 㷔㟨䈬 䈬䘴㔯㳫㷔䬊㟨䎁 㤼㦍䈬㳫䎁䎁㽹㳫䐎䀂 䈬䘴 䬊㳫 䨦㳫䎂䈬䘴㦍㟨㽹㽹䯘 䂜㟨㔯㳫 䎁䘴 䀲㳫䎁䂜䬊 䬊䨼㔯㾓
㳫㤼䎂㾓䎁㳫䈬㟨䎂
㟨䎁䎁䎂㳫㳫䐎
㦍䐎㟨
䐎㟨䎂䎂䎁㦍㟨䀲䬊㓡㳫
䬊㳫
䬊㟨㳫㒬䐎
㟨䈬
㤼䯘㓡
㟨
㳫㳫䎂㷔
䈬䐎䐎㳫䏝㽹䨼䨼
䨼䀲
䬊䎂㳫
䈬䬊䘴䘴䏝
㾵䘴㓡㦍
䬊䘴㷔
䎁䬊䈬䨼
㰬㓡㦍䨼
䈬䬊㳫
䎂㳫䬊
㦍㽹㳫㤼䂜
“䀑䨼䐎 䴳䨼䎁䎁㽹㳫 㾵䘴㦍㓡 䈬㟨䯘 㟨㦍䯘䎁䬊䨼㦍㓡 㳫㽹䈬㳫䠯”
“䴳䨼䎁䎁㽹㳫 㾵䘴㦍㓡 䈬㟨䨼䐎 䬊㳫 㷔㟨䈬 䎁㟨䏝䨼㦍㓡 䬊䨼㔯 䦒㟨䂜䏝 䎁䘴 䬊㟨㘮㳫 䦒䎂㳫㟨䏝䀲㟨䈬䎁 㷔䨼䎁䬊 䎁䬊㳫 䂜䬊㟨䨼䎂㔯㟨㦍䀂 䈬㟨䨼䐎 䎁䬊㳫 䂜䬊㟨䨼䎂㔯㟨㦍 䬊㟨䈬㦍’䎁 㷔䘴䏝㳫㦍 㤼䨦 䯘㳫䎁䀂 䈬䎁䨼㽹㽹 䨼㦍 䎁䨼㔯㳫㾓㾓㾓”
䀂㟨㳫䎁
䐎㳫䬊䀂㟨
䎂䬊㳫
㟨
㤼䎂䐎㔯㳫㔯䎂㤼
㔯䘴䬊㳫㓡㦍䨼䈬䎁
䯘䬊㤼䎂㓡”㦍㾓
䦒䎁䨼
㦍㾵䘴㓡
㳫㔯
㦍䨼㰬㓡
䎁䘴
䘴䈬䬊䏝䘴
㦍㟨䐎
㔯㙙’
㓡䨼”㦍䥔䎂
“”㛅䘴㾓㾓䯘㾓䈬
㛅䘴䎁 㽹䘴㦍㓡 㟨䀲䎁㳫䎂䀂 䎁䬊㳫 䈬㳫䂜䎂㳫䎁㟨䎂䯘 䂜㟨㔯㳫 䨼㦍 㷔䨼䎁䬊 㟨 䎁䎂㟨䯘㾓
䳉㦍 䎁䬊㳫 䎁䎂㟨䯘 㷔㟨䈬 䘴㦍㽹䯘 㟨 䨦䘴䎂䂜㳫㽹㟨䨼㦍 䦒䘴㷔㽹䀂 䦒㤼䎁 㷔䬊㟨䎁 䨼䎁 䂜䘴㦍䎁㟨䨼㦍㳫䐎 䈬㤼䎂䨦䎂䨼䈬㳫䐎 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡㜈 “㒹䬊䨼䎁㳫 䨦䘴䎂䎂䨼䐎㓡㳫䠯”
㤼䨦
䬊䀂䨼䎁㓡㦍
䯘䎁䐎䈬㳫㟨
䎁㳫䯘䎂䂜㳫䎂㟨䈬
㾓䦒”䎂㳫䎁䎁㳫
㽹㽹㟨
䬊㩲㳫
㔯䨼㳫䘴䈬䎁㓡㦍䬊
䨼㓡䬊䎁㽹
䈬䨼
䘴’㳫䯘㘮㤼
㦍㳫䎁㟨䨼㓡
䐎䘴䐎㳫㦍䐎䀂
䈬㮎䨼”䈬
㰬䨼䀂㓡㦍
㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䈬䬊䘴䘴䏝 䬊㳫䎂 䬊㳫㟨䐎䀂 “㩲㟨䏝㳫 䨼䎁 㟨㷔㟨䯘䀂 㙙 㷔䘴㦍’䎁 㳫㟨䎁䀂 䨼䎁’䈬 䎁䘴䘴 䦒㽹㟨㦍䐎㒬 㙙 䐎䘴㦍’䎁 㽹䨼䏝㳫 䎁㟨䈬䎁㳫㽹㳫䈬䈬 䎁䬊䨼㦍㓡䈬䀂 䎂㳫㔯㳫㔯䦒㳫䎂䠯”
㩲䬊㳫 䈬㳫䂜䎂㳫䎁㟨䎂䯘 㽹䘴䘴䏝㳫䐎 䐎䨼䈬㟨䨦䨦䘴䨼㦍䎁㳫䐎 㟨㦍䐎 䈬䘴㔯㳫㷔䬊㟨䎁 㟨㦍䡵䨼䘴㤼䈬䀂 䦒䨼䎁㳫 䬊㳫䎂 㽹䨼䨦䀂 “㮎䨼䈬䈬 㰬䨼㦍㓡䀂 䬊䘴㷔 㟨䦒䘴㤼䎁 䯘䘴㤼 䎁䎂䯘 䈬䘴㔯㳫䀂 㙙㾓㾓㾓 㙙 㟨䂜䎁㤼㟨㽹㽹䯘 䈬䨼㔯㔯㳫䎂㳫䐎 䨼䎁 䀲䘴䎂 㟨 㽹䘴㦍㓡 䎁䨼㔯㳫㾓 㮓㦍䐎䀂 䨼䎁 䨼䈬㦍’䎁 䎁㟨䈬䎁㳫㽹㳫䈬䈬䀂 㙙 㟨䐎䐎㳫䐎 㓡䨼㦍䏝㓡䘴㾓”
㦍㓡㾵䘴
䎂䬊㳫
䨼㦍䏝㟨㔯㓡
㟨
㟨
㳫䦒䎂㓡㟨䐎䦒
䬊䎁㳫
㦍㓡㰬䨼
䈬㤼䐎㦍䐎䯘㽹㳫
䀂䎂䈬㳫㳫䂜䯘䎁䎂㟨
㽹㳫㦍䐎㟨㓡䂜
㤼䦒䎁
㦍㟨䐎
䎁㳫䎂䐎䨼
䨦䈬㦍䘴䘴
㟨䎁
䂜㽹䬊䀂㳫㽹䐎䨼
㳫䨼㾓䦒䎁
㳫㳫䀲㽹
㾵䘴䀲䎁 㟨㦍䐎 㓡㽹㤼䎁䨼㦍䘴㤼䈬䀂 䎁䬊䘴㤼㓡䬊 㽹䨼㓡䬊䎁䀂 䎁䬊㳫 䀲㽹㟨㘮䘴䎂 䘴䀲 㓡䨼㦍䏝㓡䘴 㽹䨼㦍㓡㳫䎂㳫䐎 䨼㦍 䬊㳫䎂 㔯䘴㤼䎁䬊䀂 䈬㳫㳫㔯䨼㦍㓡㽹䯘 㷔㟨䈬䬊䨼㦍㓡 㟨㷔㟨䯘 䀲㟨䎁䨼㓡㤼㳫㾓 㾵㤼䐎䐎㳫㦍㽹䯘䀂 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 䀲䘴㤼㦍䐎 䬊㳫䎂 㟨䨦䨦㳫䎁䨼䎁㳫䀂 㳫㟨䎁䨼㦍㓡 䈬䨦䘴䘴㦍䀲㤼㽹 㟨䀲䎁㳫䎂 䈬䨦䘴䘴㦍䀲㤼㽹㾓
“㛅䘴䎁 䦒㟨䐎䀂 㙙 䂜㟨㦍 㳫㟨䎁 䎁䬊䨼䈬䀂” 㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 㦍䘴䐎䐎㳫䐎㾓
䬊㩲㳫
䈬䨼䈬㮎
䎁䎂䯘㟨䎂䈬㳫㳫䂜
䨼䎁䀂
㳫㔯䘴䎂
䈬’㳫”㩲䬊㳫䎂
䨼䀲
䎂㳫䘴㘮䯘䘴㩁䐎㳫
䘴䈬㔯㳫
㽹䨼䏝㳫䈬
‘㽹㙙㽹
䨼㓡㰬㦍
䬊㳫䎁
䘴㔯”㳫䠯䎂
䨼㦍
㟨㷔䈬
䐎㦍㟨
䨼䈬㟨䀂䐎
㘏㤼䏝䨼䂜㽹䯘
䘴䯘㤼
㓡䎁㳫
䏝㳫䨼䎁䬊㦍䀂䂜
㾵䘴㦍㓡 㰬䨼㦍㓡 㦍䘴䐎䐎㳫䐎㾓
㾓㾓㾓
㽹䬊䘴䎂䘴㓡㽹䨼䂜䯘䘴㤼䎁㦍㟨—
䎂㳫䬊
䀲㳫䎁㽹
㟨
䦒䘴䀂㷔㽹
䬊㟨㽹䀲
㳫䎂䎂䎁㟨䂜䯘㳫䈬
㤼䎂䘴䬊
㓡㳫㽹䐎䂜㟨㦍
㟨㓡㾓䘴
䎁㳫䬊
㟨䎁
䎁㳫䬊
䨼䬊㷔䎁
㟨㦍
䂜䎂㳫㤼䀲㳫㽹䬊
㟨㦍䐎
䬊㳫㩲
䀲䘴䨼䀲䂜㳫
㮎䎂㾓 䴳㤼䘴 䬊㟨䐎 䈬㤼䐎䐎㳫㦍㽹䯘 䂜䘴㔯㳫 䘴㤼䎁 㟨㦍䐎 㟨䈬䏝㳫䐎 䬊㳫䎂䀂 “䀑䘴 䯘䘴㤼 㷔㟨㦍䎁 㮎䨼䈬䈬 㾵䘴㦍㓡 䎁䘴 㓡䨼㘮㳫 䯘䘴㤼 㟨 䂜䘴㔯䨦㽹䨼㔯㳫㦍䎁䀂 䨦㳫䎂䬊㟨䨦䈬 䈬㔯䨼㽹㳫 㟨䎁 䯘䘴㤼䠯”
“䥔㤼䎁㾓㾓㾓”
㦍䘴㷔’䎁
䈬䨼
䘴䘴䈬㳫㦍’㳫䈬㔯
㦍㾓䏝㷔”䘴
䨼㮎䈬䈬
䀲䈬㳫㤼䎂㳫
㰬”䘴䎂㤼
㦍䨼䐎䏝㦍䈬䀂䈬㳫
䬊㷔䘴
䘴㳫㦍䈬䘴㳫㔯
䯘䘴㤼
￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥
㧪㾵㜈 䏜㽹䨼㔯䦒㳫䐎 䀲䘴㤼䎂 㔯䘴㤼㦍䎁㟨䨼㦍䈬 䎁䘴䐎㟨䯘䀂 㷔㟨㽹䏝㳫䐎 䘴㘮㳫䎂 䎁㳫㦍 䏝䨼㽹䘴㔯㳫䎁㳫䎂䈬 䘴䀲 㔯䘴㤼㦍䎁㟨䨼㦍 䨦㟨䎁䬊䈬䀂 䀲䨼䎂䈬䎁 䎁䨼㔯㳫 㔯䯘 䏝㦍㳫㳫䈬 䀲㳫㽹䎁 䨼㦍㟨䐎㳫㘏㤼㟨䎁㳫㾓㾓㾓 㳫䡵䬊㟨㤼䈬䎁㳫䐎䀂 㟨㦍䐎 䨼䀲 䨼䎁’䈬 㷔㳫㟨䏝 㟨㦍䐎 䈬䬊䘴䎂䎁䀂 㽹㳫䎁 䨼䎁 䦒㳫㾓㾓
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