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A child is a very magical thing.

How amazing is it?

In fact, most people who can ask this question have never seen those magical children. The magic of children lies in their fearlessness.

The ignorant are fearless. This sentence reflects the children to the greatest extent. They dare to catch all kinds of bugs in their hands and show them to you.

They dare to do anything that adults are afraid to do and do not want to do, including rolling in the mud-it is worth mentioning that the water that makes the mud comes from the children's own excretion system.

The children in Nagalil are similar. Every child in the orphanage is a little muddy egg.

The dean of the orphanage is a woman who looks to be in her fifties and is wearing a washed, white garment.

She was just as timidly standing with the children, facing the foreigners who got out of the car.

Yesterday evening, the local police chief found her and told her that there would be great people from foreign countries come here to see the children, donate something to make her preparations in advance.

She had done her best to prepare, and took out the clothes she was reluctant to wear, but she was still careless.

In just a blink of an eye, the clean children turned into little clay eggs again, and she was a little scared.

Under the witness of reporters, people, and cameras, Lynch walked to the cowardly Dean and stretched out his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Madam Dean."

The female dean stretched out her hand and looked at it. In fact, her hands were very clean, at least there was no dust in sight with the naked eye, but she still worried about putting her hands behind her back, rubbing hard, and then imaginary holding Lynch’s hand. Me too, sir."

Her voice is very gentle, but in fact there are times when she bursts out, especially when the disobedient children make her mentally exhausted.

Feeling her anxiety, Lynch quickly let go of her hand, then looked at the people around her, and introduced them to them, "I knew about this before I came, and I know a story that touches me very much."

The people around Lynch, the police chief, some local cadres, the sergeant and some people in his company all showed expressions of listening carefully.

The reporters are also struggling to write, but fortunately, Lynch's wording is fairly standard, and it is clear that they will not be too late to write.

The people around outside the door, as well as those riding on the wall, were all looking at Lynch. They were all very curious about what the foreigner, Lynch, would say.

"In order to take care of these children, Madam Dean has not been married until now. This is great and moving, so I am here today."

"In today's society, whether it is the Baylor Federation or the United Kingdom of Nagalil, there will always be some people who silently give their all to this society where we can't see them."

"They don't want to touch anyone, including themselves, because of their silent devotion. They only think that this is their responsibility and obligation."

"They are like torches, lighting up the darkest corners for us and sending warmth into the abyss of despair."

"Their behavior made me see my insignificance. They are giants in the spiritual world, and I am just a ‘little man’."

"I can't do them like that, but I respect them, respect their attitude, their actions, their sense of responsibility."

"I can only help them in my way, including more people who need my help!"

Lynch did not say these words to the dean, nor did he say to the ruling class around him. He was talking to reporters and ordinary people about the difference between himself and other foreigners.

"I want to donate a lot of things to the orphanage, some daily necessities, food, I hope these can help them."

Trucks not far away were unloading, and the workers were slow, as if they were afraid that others would not be able to see them.

As boxes after boxes were moved out, people continued to exclaim, especially when some food and meat were moved out, there was even a ring of saliva swallowing around the orphanage.

Many people may only eat meat a few times a year. If you don't count the bugs, mice, wild dogs and the like as "meat", then they may only eat it once, twice, or two or three times a year.

There are also bags of wheat kernels, gray flour, these things are full of allure.

After showing his "generosity" for a while, Lynch's voice drew people's attention back.

"In addition to these, I will build no less than 20 Hope Schools locally and in all cities in the province."

"These schools will provide school-age children with the opportunity to go to school for free, and they can enter the school for education without paying a penny."

If Lynch said to donate things to the orphanage before, it just made people feel that there was a slight emotional fluctuation that was not obvious, then this sentence immediately caused the mood of the people outside to begin to change.

The reporters were also stunned by the news. You must know that the ruling class of Nagalil is typically insignificant.

They gathered the wealth of this society and put them in their pockets, but they never thought about feeding back the society. They never provided any valuable and effective medical education services.

Even some of the public facilities they built have become a kind of venue for distinguishing classes.

Only those of the ruling class and privileged class can enter public facilities to enjoy "public" services and equipment.

No one has ever mentioned free education. If it weren’t for the number of schools that had become an assessment criterion, management in some backward areas would not want to build schools.

If what Lynch said was not a lie, people would cheer enough for the news.

People asked Lynch aloud whether his words count, and when he would build the school, they just talked about...

Knowledge changes fate is never a lie, whether in the Federation or in Nagalil, although sometimes people may misunderstand the meaning of this sentence.

At this moment, Lynch lowered his head suddenly, and the eyes of the others followed his lowering motion to look at his lower body.

A child who was about two or three, or three or four years old, dirty, could not tell whether it was a boy or a girl, with his upper body naked and wearing an obviously modified shorts.

He didn't wear shoes. Shoes, a consumable item, were a luxury item for the children. His left foot was stepped on Lynch's bright leather shoes.

A black, dirty little foot, even ordinary people would not think it was clean or cute, he soiled Mr. Lynch's leather shoes.

What is even more frightening is that one of his dirty little hands also grabbed Lynch's pants.

Will he suffer?

Watching the rapid changes in the expressions on the police chief's face and the very different expressions on the faces of the people around Lynch, everyone was worried about the child.

Lynch's hand has reached the child, and people seem to be able to imagine that he lifted the child up, and then threw it away fiercely!

This is what they know about foreigners. They love cleanliness, hate dirty children, and are very angry about small things.

People prayed not to allow bad things to happen, the dean tried to explain something, but was stopped.

But... the scary scene did not appear. Lynch touched the child's head with his hand, then squatted down, and picked up the child in the eyes of people's astonishment!

He didn't push him away, he didn't hit him, he didn't scold him for letting him roll further, he just squatted down and picked up the child.

He calmly looked at the gaffes, including the dean, and smiled softly, "I haven’t had time to say just now that I named these schools'Hope' because they will become us. Become Nagalil, the hope of a clan."

"Children can learn advanced knowledge more systematically from an early age. They understand the world more clearly than we do, and they have the opportunity to change their destiny."

"It's not just their destiny alone, but also their families, and the entire nation and country. Everyone's destiny will change little by little."

"So I call them schools of hope. They are the torch of hope and carry the flame of hope for this nation."

Lynch touched the dirty face of the child in his arms, "This is the fire, this is the future..."

The remarks were thought-provoking and touching. The dean was even more grateful to the gods for sending someone to save her and the children. The reporters were also very moved. Except for those around Lynch, everyone seemed to Very moved.

Of course, at such a moving moment, there are still people who provoke the stab.

"Mr. Lynch, I noticed that you only donated something worthless. Isn't a rich man like you planning to donate a little money?"

There is a pungent irony and ridicule in the tone. The food and daily necessities are indeed very important and expensive for ordinary people, but for the rich, these are really not valuable things.

The sergeant took a step forward to get the man out, but Lynch stopped him.

He still held the child, turned to face the door and the ordinary people on the walls on both sides of the door, these people were also looking at him.

He didn't have the slightest fear~lightnovelpub.net~ his eyes were open, "This is a good question, and I am willing to answer it."

"There is a saying in my hometown, "Wealth not only makes people advance, but also makes people degenerate."

"It is foolish to donate money to the dean and these children, an orphanage without men and security guards. It will only become an incentive for some people to embark on a criminal path."

"But food and daily necessities won't!"

"Some of you will not kill someone for stealing a bite of food, but stealing money will make some of you do that!"

"I am not stingy with that insignificant money, I just don't want to get hurt or even lose my life because of the money."

A reporter on the side almost couldn't help but praised, "You are really a kind gentleman!"

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