Rest for one night in a strange town, and Zhang Jing will continue setting off at noon the next day.
Go find the ancient chimes in Area D mentioned by Candela.
I drove to the southernmost part of Italy in one go. Across the six to seven kilometer wide strait, opposite was Hoh Xil.
It’s hard to imagine that there is no bridge in such a narrow place.
You can only go there by ferry. Fortunately, you can also take the ferry by car. In the evening, drive through Hoh Xil Island and arrive at Falava City.
A small tourist town, next to the Mediterranean Sea.
Zooming out on the map, Zhang Jing is currently in the center of the Mediterranean Sea.
Driving continuously for a long time is very tiring. After parking the second-hand car on the side of the road, Zhang Jing took Smarties and sat down in front of a seafood barbecue stall next to the beach.
Let me explain here why you don’t drive a new car or a handsome motorcycle.
Anyone who has watched Better Call Saul knows that the lower profile the better.
For a foreigner who has just arrived in Italy, second-hand cars are the normal choice.
"Good evening," a girl in a bikini greeted and put down the menu, "Grilled cuttlefish and grilled fish steak are our specialties."
"One pound each," Zhang Jing said very hungry, "two bottles of rock beer."
"Rock beer is too expensive," the girl in yellow bikini chatted. "Few tourists can afford it. How about Leopard beer?"
Zhang Jing nodded, "Okay."
While waiting for the meal, Zhang Jingqi scratched Smart Dou's scalp and looked at the surrounding environment.
Normal beach.
Near the roadside is a row of night markets, mainly selling food, snacks, drinks, ice cream, etc.
Groups of tourists were walking and checking in nearby.
In addition to locals and tourists, there are also some special people in the crowd who feel free to sell their evening.
The next second, Zhang Jing's eyes met with a seven or eight-year-old boy.
The little boy obviously looked like a refugee, with a very downcast appearance but clean eyes.
Looking into Zhang Jing's eyes, he took the initiative to come up from more than ten meters away and spoke in a language he didn't understand.
Didn't understand, but understood he needed food and money.
Zhang Jing pointed to the four-legged white chair next to him and said, "Sit."
The little boy was a little nervous and sat down gently.
Looking at his expression and movements, Zhang Jing judged that the other party had just arrived in Italy not long ago.
Children who have been living on the streets for a long time may pretend to be pitiful, but you can tell the difference if you look carefully.
"Where are you from?" Zhang Jing asked the little boy in Amu language.
After asking several times, the child finally understood and said, "syria" in a non-standard pronunciation.
It turned out to be Abalia, an area due east of the Mediterranean Sea, 2,000 kilometers away from Sicily.
What impressed Zhang Jing most deeply was a boy lying face to the beach and drowned.
When it comes to this matter, everyone hates those hypocritical officials in the league area. The song "My Motherland Stole Oil" echoed the sentiments of many people.
After waiting for about seven or eight minutes, the generously dressed waitress brought food and beer.
"Please give me an extra set of tableware," Zhang Jing looked at the girl, "have another portion of the same food and add a glass of orange juice."
The girl turned around and brought over a dinner plate, a pair of knives and forks, and a glass of orange juice.
Zhang Jing gave the grilled cuttlefish to the little boy.
After confirming that the adult in front of him was really giving him food, the little boy immediately started eating.
Zhang Jing enjoyed fish steaks and fried halibut, which were delicious with dipping sauces.
Cold beer, very refreshing.
Because they are all one-pound portions, the amount after cooking is not much. Just after finishing the meal, the second portion was served.
Food was distributed again, and the little boy gestured that he wanted to take it away.
Zhang Jing agreed, took the initiative to find a packing bag, and packed all the second portion of food for the little boy to take away.
After receiving the food and saying a bunch of words of gratitude, the little boy turned and ran away.
Zhang Jing hugged Smarty Doggie and whispered to himself in its ear, "Follow him, I'm here."
Wait here. "
After receiving the order, Smarties left his father and chased in the direction where the little boy disappeared.
"In the past ten years or so, many Basalian refugees have come to Italy." A girl in a yellow bikini came over and took the initiative to chat with Zhang Jing. "For ordinary people, it is difficult to really help them."
Zhang Jing nodded and understood that the source of this matter was the Zhengjia family of the League District and the Jutai Consortium.
Ordinary people are powerless and manipulate everything they see and hear.
Ordered another food and waited twenty minutes for Smarties to come back.
After eating, paying the bill, and leaving a 10-meter tip for the bikini girl, Zhang Jing led Smarties away from the beach and walked toward the residential area.
After going around and around, I came to a den.
It looks like a narrow alley, with an awning hanging on one side of the wall. Under the dim light, you can see a group of refugees living crowded together.
Because of the hot weather, Zhang Jing could smell the sour smell from a distance.
Sewage is overflowing on the ground, and there are a lot of mosquitoes flying around in the air.
After looking at it for a moment, Zhang Jing did not contact the refugees directly, but sent the message to Jennifer, asking her to protect the marine life and focus on taking care of the Basalian refugees.
Jennifer immediately texted back and said she did not support this.
The reason is that they will be hit by overwhelming and crushing blows.
In hindsight, Zhang Jing realized that he almost stepped on a thunderbolt.
Just like Messi wanted to stay with his old club, but in the end he had no choice but to play football for Camels.
Another example is the ex-husband of Cole's elder sister Kamousan, who fell from the top to the abyss overnight just because he helped poor people say a word of justice in the self-media.
No objection or questioning is allowed.
In addition, the Jewish people are very powerful and have a strong desire for revenge. No one in the entire West dares to sympathize with the Basharians.
Coupled with media brainwashing, ordinary people also believe that the Basharians are guilty of original sin.
If 'Blue Star Guards' helps the Basharians, social accounts with a large number of supporters will definitely be banned.
As a sponsor, Leopard Beer will lose most of its market.
It is more likely that all shareholders of Leopard Brand, including Grand Coconut Bank and related companies, and a group of girlfriends, will be targeted by the Jewish people.
They can really do anything, they can be called white-color-terror.
Looking at it this way, it is indeed impossible to provide planned help to Basaliya refugees.
I've heard that it's hard to make money, but I didn't expect that it's also hard to spend money to help poor people. What's this called? ?
There is another important point. Zhang Jing suddenly realized that as he became stronger and stronger, sooner or later he would face stronger evil forces.
Earlier, I found Mustache's big eagle emblem, with the eagle holding a ten-thousand-character symbol at its feet.
Originally, Zhang Jing wanted to put the big eagle emblem in the yard to give it style and class, just like the One Minute Man.
As a result, Barbie tried her best to stop her, explaining that it was terrifying and that the eagle emblem should never be placed in the yard.
At that time, Zhang Jing was weak and did not force himself.
Now, fuck it, you are already very strong, but you still have to look at other people’s faces, and you feel angry and angry!
In a matter of seconds, Zhang Jing sent a message to Ding Jiaqi, asking her to treat a certain group as an imaginary enemy and adjust all industries.
Try not to be arrogant next time.
