People are like this. They don't envy, envy or hate distant people, but prefer to project their negative emotions onto the people around them.
Relatives, children, fellow villagers...anyway, the people he can see and touch are the ones who are most vulnerable to harm.
For a small remote village, what kind of life does the richest man in distant Paris live? Does it make sense to them? A meal may cost them ten thousand francs, but they can't see it or touch it, so they don't project any emotion.
But if the people around you are living a good life, then absolutely not!
Wang Xiaoliu! I can clearly see what your butt looked like when it was naked. I can still vividly remember the scene when I peed on you and mud!
At that time, Wang Xiaoliu, you were very poor! You can't even get enough of the steamed buns, but if you eat a big fat piece of meat from me, your mouth will be full of saliva!
You are such a poor guy, how did you get rich? Why do you like beautiful women in cars? Why do you drink at night in a mansion?
I will scold you to death, I, I, I...I will take off your pants and take out the monkey rubber band to make a slingshot, and I will hit the windows of your house every day!
Do you want me not to scold you? Do you want me not to hit your glass? Well, you give me 100,000 yuan, then I can say hello to you!
Look, human nature will not change for tens of millions of years. Xiao Letian understood this very thoroughly. In his previous life, his relatives, friends, fellow villagers, classmates, colleagues... no one would think of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, Hong Kong, Macau, etc. The richest men in Europe and America are envious and jealous because they can't see it.
However, more than 90% of people treat the upward and better life changes of those around them with negative emotions!
Naturally, in a society governed by the rule of law, one would not dare to do bad things, but once this kind of human nature is placed in troubled times, in a society without the rule of law, it will be damned if there is no conflict!
Audrey's family is actually surrounded by this kind of emotion!
Audrey's family got rich, but none of the villagers felt sorry for her. They all seemed to have forgotten that Audrey had been violated and the money was earned by the little girl losing her most precious thing.
No one has mercy, no one pity, no one cares! But they only care that your family has so many extra francs!
We usually live the same life, so why is your family suddenly rich? No, we have to divide the rich and the poor equally! Just give it to everyone.
When everyone becomes equally poor, then the world becomes unified and loves each other!
Really, I never wish you well, and I never hope that your life will be better... I just hope that you will sink like me, and sink together in the days of poverty.
I can't climb out of this dirty, smelly muddy pond, and neither can you!
This extremely evil emotion made the whole village go crazy. They secretly collaborated and finally decided to start in the middle of the night three days later, killing people and taking wealth. Even the young people would not let go of the goddess in their hearts.
Of course, Audrey is no longer a goddess now. She actually took advantage of the Chinese and got so much money. This woman is already a bitch who can do everything on her own.
"Kill her... Of course, before she dies, we have to let us vent!"
What exactly is love? Love is an extremely selfish possessiveness. 99% of love is selfish possessiveness. I love you because I need you.
I achieve some psychological satisfaction through the act of loving you, and then I need to force you to respond to my love in order to complete the act of loving you.
Once the selfish desire for control like "I love you" cannot be achieved, and there is no hope at all, then love will immediately turn into hatred!
I would rather destroy you than let you take advantage of other men!
Poor Audrey's family thought that money and that shotgun could protect their family. They had no idea how terrifying the evil human nature was.
It seemed that nothing could be changed, and action would be taken in three days. During these three days, some people were even sharpening their knives. People looked at Audrey's family like a butcher looking at the meat hanging on the beam.
I looked up and down, wondering where to cut the knife first!
Maybe even God couldn't bear to see it, maybe the angel didn't want his sisters living in the mortal world to suffer such pain, at noon on the third day, less than twelve hours before the villagers took action.
This small village was once again surrounded, and this time it was not an army but more than two hundred gentlemen in hunting attire, riding tall horses with shotguns hanging on their backs.
The people in the entire village were dumbfounded. A few experienced and knowledgeable old men could guess their extraordinary identities just from the fabric of their hunting attire.
Hunting clothing in the modern sense originated from the hunting behavior of European aristocrats. Those with money and leisure often organized social activities such as horseback riding and hunting.
The royal tailor would sew specially designed hunting clothes for the owner, and gradually this became a fashion. The most popular area in Europe for hunting clothes is not France, but the United Kingdom.
The hunting attire worn by these two hundred mysterious men was made of woolen material that was of high-end quality that the villagers could not even imagine. They had only seen a few in the window of the most upscale tailor shop in the market. Second-rate.
They didn't even dare to ask for the price, let alone the ingenious gadgets these people had on them, such as shiny gold pocket watches, silver flasks with engraved patterns, thick cigars with exquisitely constructed cigar cutters... … Even the wool they used to clean their shotguns was embroidered with gold thread.
No one dared to make trouble with such a group of big shots. The village chief was so frightened in front of them that he could hardly stand.
"This old gentleman...please tell me, where is the olive oil workshop? There is a little girl named Audrey at home!"
The village chief raised his finger numbly and pointed to the oil pressing workshop, and soon the two leading gentlemen rode over.
This was the first time that the unsophisticated villagers realized that some people's aura of wealth was enough to knock someone over. They didn't have to say anything or do anything. They just stood there and you saw the wealth all over them. The aura can force you not to dare to look up.
"Are you Audrey?" an elder with a snow-white beard asked gently.
"I...I just..." Audrey yearned to hide behind her mother, but her legs couldn't move at all.
The elder smiled and said in an unquestionable tone, "I'm here to deliver you the admission notice. You have been admitted to the Oxford Girls' School in the West End of London. You will become a full-time boarding student. I am here to pick you up... …”
"Huh? Sir...I...I don't think I have applied yet? And it's still London..."
The old man shook his head and sighed, "Child, you must go, and your parents will go too... Wherever you go, we will properly arrange your life. I know you have 80,000 francs in your hands..."
"We will arrange for your parents to buy some properties at discounted prices. They will live a happy life without worries about food and clothing... and all the expenses for your schooling will be public funds!"
"Kid...don't hesitate...do you know...at twelve o'clock tonight, the people in this village are ready!"
"Prepare to kill your family!"
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