Paris France.
District 19, where immigrants gather in the northeastern part of the city, has arrived in this country for more than a month. Kazan Vandy did not expect that his family could settle down so smoothly and quickly. According to these days, he and his brother Odo Vandy, who smuggled over many years ago, Through the chat with Di, I learned that during the few years when my brother's family first came here illegally, they not only hid here and there, but were almost deported several times, and one of their sons died in infancy due to poor conditions.
In contrast, although they spent all their savings accumulated over the years for this illegal crossing, their family of four not only quickly settled in France after arriving in France, but he also got a job as a porter to make ends meet.
Not only that, the contact person who helped them with their resettlement recently informed us that a humanitarian relief point has recently been opened near Chaumont Park, where you can receive free food and other daily necessities, so I hurried after finishing today’s work. Come over.
I happened to meet my brother Odo with his 11-year-old son Mahdi.
Just thinking about it makes me envious of this little guy.
Mahdi was born in France. At that time, France still recognized birthright citizenship. Because of this child, his brother and his family also obtained legal status during an immigration reform. And their family, together with the new baby in his wife's belly, will have to wait for who knows how many years to obtain status.
After greeting their brother and nephew, the three of them arrived at the rescue point where there was still a long queue at sunset. The brother talked about another thing.
"You know, Kazan, our Mahdi is very smart. I have been worried about his schooling problems over the years, and I am also afraid that he will be a bad student. However, recently a scholarship fund came to their school to select students, and only the smartest students My child, Mahdi has always been number one in the class, so their teacher just handed over the information."
When Kazan heard this, he was happy for his nephew, but also a little envious: "So, Mahdi can become a college student in the future without spending money?"
"Not sure yet," Odo shook his head again: "They said there will be interviews, but I haven't received any news recently. I asked around and it seems they only want mixed-race people."
Kazan immediately took a sip to the side and cursed: "Just tell me, how can those white people be so kind?" Then he reached out his big hand and rubbed his nephew's head: "It doesn't matter, you have a legal status. As long as you get into college, you can always find a way."
After queuing for ten minutes, we finally arrived at the rescue point.
The father, son and brother immediately pretended not to know each other and each received a piece of food. In addition to bread, there was also a biscuit and a pound of beef, which was enough for one person to eat for a day. The most surprising thing was another food coupon worth 100 francs. , but it’s a pity that I can only change to a few designated foods.
After Kazan got these, he thanked him in not very fluent French, but secretly cursed these white guys for being such idiots for posting them so casually.
Just as he was about to leave, he noticed that there was a pile of baby products on the shelf next to him. He immediately stopped and pointed at the pile of milk powder in front of the short black-haired white girl in front of him and said: "That, I want that, I have a child." .”
The white girl shrank her neck in fright at Kazan's sudden loud voice, and then explained seriously: "I'm sorry, sir, these need to be collected by women holding their children in person."
Kazan couldn't quite understand the girl's French, but he understood that the other party was rejecting him. He immediately punched the counter twice angrily, making a loud banging sound. He stared and repeated in simple French words: "I want that, I want that." have kids."
Another white boy volunteer who was busy at the back saw someone making trouble and quickly stepped forward, looked at Kazan, and explained again in English.
Kazan is from Somalia, and Somalia was a British colony at that time, and English was quite common. Only then did he understand, but he continued to speak aggressively: "How can a woman go out casually? I want that. I have two children, and my wife is pregnant. Give it to me quickly."
I actually learned this attitude from my brother recently.
My brother said that you must not show weakness when facing white people here. As long as you are fierce enough, they will be afraid of you. Kazan was over 1.8 meters tall and had a broad waist. When a commotion broke out, the two volunteers, a man and a woman who looked frail, suddenly showed their timidity.
However, Kazan did not succeed.
Two strong black men in security uniforms who were maintaining order nearby came over, grabbed Kazan away from the front counter, and threw him to the roadside.
These were two black men who were no less tall than themselves. After pushing Kazan to the side of the road, they took off the batons from their waists and said even more viciously: "Asshole, get out of here quickly. If you dare to cause trouble here again, be careful." Blow your brains out.”
After all, Kazan knew his identity. He was reminded that the police should not show up unless he had to, so he picked up the food and food stamps he had just received and left dejectedly amidst the laughter of the people queuing around him, but feeling sad in his heart. He is extremely hateful, a hateful white-skinned person, and a hateful nigger.
However, he made up his mind to ask his wife and their two-year-old son to come over tomorrow to collect those things.
I can't help but think that if I can get it all the time and save it, not only my son, but also the one in my belly will save a lot of money on milk powder. I won't have to worry about having a baby in the future, and my salary will also be able to Used in other ways.
Help is here.
The material distribution continued until six o'clock and ended on time.
Peter Rathore, the person in charge of this rescue point, took stock and sent several young men and women who came to do free volunteers before driving to the headquarters of the Aries Humanitarian Relief Foundation in the city center.
Peter Rathore didn’t know if there were other constellations like Leo or Orion. Of course, he didn’t care about it. As a former employee of the European branch of UNICEF, he received this invitation and it was their entire The team was recruited and the salary was very considerable, so they happily chose to change jobs and work together to run this foundation with a somewhat mysterious source of funds.
However, as a far-left humanitarian, as long as he can help others and support himself, Peter Rathore will not pursue too much.
After all, this is a good deed. I have heard of many rich people working hard to do good deeds and leave a name. This kind of charity that gives money but does not require fame is the real charity in Peter's opinion. Although, Peter also feels that the charity target is limited to those immigrant groups in the 18th to 20th arrondissement of Paris, which seems a bit too narrow.
Why can't we 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 president Glenn Holt. He walked in and listened for a while, then asked his colleagues, and then learned that Delina hoped that the foundation could purchase A batch of contraceptive products were distributed to the poor, mainly for teenagers and to prevent the spread of certain diseases at the bottom. As a result, the report was submitted twice but was not approved.
"Delina, I have already said that I agree with your plan, but if the council does not approve it, there is nothing I can do about it."
"I know, and I'm not blaming you, Glenn. I just want you to give me a way to contact the council personally."
"Well, I'm sorry," Glenn shook his head and said, "Donors to the foundation don't want their identities to be known."
There was a pause in the office, and Delina's voice came out: "We are colleagues who have worked together for so many years. Glenn, can you tell me if there is a problem with our source of funds?"
"How is it possible, Delina, we are doing charity, and you are also an old man in this circle for many years. If there is a problem, you will definitely find that our operating procedures are very formal."
"Actually, I always feel like there's something wrong with it."
"you think too much."
Glenn Holt appeased his subordinates, and then called everyone to briefly discuss today's work. It was already a little late, and everyone dispersed.
It was already sunset.
When Glenn Holt returned home, his wife Jamie had already changed into a dress and hurriedly helped her husband clean up. The couple rushed to a mansion in the 16th District in the west of the city, where a cocktail party had just begun.
The organizer of the reception was another president of the 'Scorpio Educational Equality Foundation' named Bernard Vier. He also used to work for a charity foundation affiliated with the United Nations. He just got this job some time ago, and it was still... Introduced by Glenn Holt.
Therefore, seeing the Holts appear, the Vier family was very enthusiastic.
After greetings and greetings to other guests present, Glenn Holt and Bernard Vier walked to a corner of the living room and asked with a smile: "How was that thing going recently?"
"Only 9 little guys and 3 girls were selected. I don't know if the higher ups will be satisfied." Bernard Vier shook his head and said: "You know, you need to be mixed-race and smart enough. This It’s not easy, I almost couldn’t help but cheat, you know, they all look black anyway, who knows if they are mixed race.”
Glenn Holt glanced around, smiled and reminded his old friend: "Hey, don't say such nonsense, be careful of getting into trouble."
Bernard's eyes were shrewd: "I only said this in front of you. You won't betray me, right?"
"If I want to betray you, I won't help you introduce this job," Glenn said, looking around and smiling: "Sela has wanted to move to District 16 for a long time. If you hadn't changed to this job, , with your previous salary, don’t even think about it in this life.”
"Of course, Glenn, it's a favor I'll never forget."
The two middle-aged men, both in their 40s and 50s, were still a little sad as they spoke. In the past, they were both idealists, just like the young people under their command. However, after so many years, I have finally understood too many things. Whether it is the United Nations or the various foundations in various countries, there are too many twists and turns.
Therefore, the innocence of the past has long since disappeared.
While holding on to something a little bit, you can live a better life for yourself and your family. For middle-aged Bernard Vier, this is the best result.
However, during this period, Bernard Vier was still unavoidably confused. 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 there is any need to cover it up like this?”
Glenn Holt glanced around again, and also lowered his voice: "Bernard, I advise you not to explore this."
"It seems you know?"
"It's just a guess," Glenn Holt hesitated for a moment, then faced the curious eyes of his long-time friend, and finally said, "Maybe it has something to do with Simon Westeros."
Bernard Viel showed a surprised expression: "Simon Westeros?"
"Hey, keep your voice down."
Bernard quickly put away his expression, but said: "I don't think this is a bad thing, why do you have to cover it up?"
Glenn Holt showed an unknown smile and shook his head slightly: "In short, we just do what we should do, and the rest has nothing to do with us."
In the few months since he joined the company, Glenn Holt has also been vaguely aware of something amiss. However, after all, he is only a terminal executor. He cannot see the overall situation and cannot clearly understand the intentions of some people. The only thing that is certain is that whether it is the 'Aries' in charge of oneself or the 'Scorpio' in charge of a friend, 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 they pay taxes properly, don't worry about the foundation's funds, and stay calm, even if something happens in the future, they won't be too involved. After all, no matter how you look at it, these two funds only pay without getting any return.
If it is said to be a money laundering tool, it is definitely not this kind of laundering method.
The reception lasted until about ten o'clock in the evening, and the guests were sent away one after another. However, Bernard Viel did not feel sleepy. He came to the study room, reviewed the information of the nine children selected during this period one by one, and then transferred the funds to the study. We studied several charity programs of the Association for the education and support of disadvantaged groups in France.
When the wife appeared, she looked at her watch and realized it was already early morning.
Sierra Viel put her hands on her husband's shoulders and kneaded him, leaned over and looked at the information on the desk, and said, "My dear, it's very late. How about we do the work tomorrow?"
Bernard smiled and raised his hand and patted the back of his wife's hand: "Okay."
However, Sierra Viel was inevitably curious and gestured to a stack of files on the table: "What are these?"
"The list of candidates for student aid," Bernard said: "Anyway, this is what the board of directors told me. Although it is called the 'Scorpio Education Equity Foundation,' I think it is unfair to focus on it. But, you also know, I'm just doing things, but I don't have the right to interfere too much."
"Then don't ask," Sera Vier said half seriously and half jokingly: "This job is very good. I don't want you to travel around the world like before and still make money... You know, I support Yours, but Tony and Deborah, they’re both going off to college, and you haven’t spent much time with them over the years.”
"I promise," Bernard turned to hold his wife's little hand, and remembered another thing, and said: "By the way, a few days ago, a director of the foundation talked to me about the matter of his children going to college. He said he could probably help."
Sierra Meyer was a little confused, but also a little hopeful: "Help?"
"Yes," Bernard said, "However, he also said that it is not in France. His connections are all in the United States, the United Kingdom, and Australia."
"Have you asked what school?"
"No, you know, I just met the council," Bernard shrugged. Seeing his wife's disappointed look, he quickly said, "There will be a meeting tomorrow morning. I can ask, but if I remember correctly, , Tony and Deborah, they don’t seem to have very good academic performance?”
Sierra Meyer suddenly felt resentful and resentful: "Yes, as a father, you finally remembered it correctly."
"Okay, I apologize."
"How about this, invite the director to have dinner at home over the weekend, and meet Tony and the others by the way."
Facing his wife's expectations, Bernard nodded: "I'll give it a try. The other party seems to be very busy and I don't know if he has time. Besides, since... you shouldn't have high expectations."
"As long as Tony and Deborah can go to a good university, my life will be complete. There is no need to go abroad. There are no top universities in France."
"It seems you still have high expectations."
"Of course, the two children are my biological children."
“…”
The apologetic Bernard was once again speechless.
After spending some time together, and temporarily sending his wife away, Bernard Vier put a batch of information on mixed-race black teenagers that he had just re-examined into a file bag, and planned to hand it to the director personally during the meeting tomorrow.