"Who are our enemies and who are our friends? This question is the primary issue of change. All the past struggles for change in this world have achieved little results. The fundamental reason is that they cannot unite real friends to attack the real enemies!"
"Mr. JD, what you said makes perfect sense. However, we now only know that our enemies are the world government and all tyrannical groups in the world, but we still don't know who our friends are. Can you tell us who they are?" Our friend?"
"Comrade Philip, your question is very good, but before we determine who is our friend, we must first determine who we are. Can anyone answer my question?"
Wu Ke, who was sitting on the wicker chair of the Omniscient Tree, looked at the members of the change group who were either talking or deep in thought. He casually nodded to a rugged sailor who raised his hands and asked him to stand up and answer the question. Everyone They all looked at the sailor.
“I know we are members of the Just Change Group.”
The sailor said loudly when he faced everyone's gaze.
"Do you even need to say this?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?"
People around him complained, and the rugged sailor lowered his head with a red face. He had little education and was usually rather reckless in his actions.
It can be said that you say whatever comes to mind, but what you say is superficial and has little practical content - a common name.
"No, please don't laugh at our comrades. Mr. Nock is right. Although it is not profound enough, it is something I want you to understand."
Wu Ke stopped the complaints from the people around him and spoke for the blushing sea soldier.
"Please don't comfort me, Mr. JD. I know what I just said was nonsense."
The young sailor raised his head and looked at the devil on the round platform with red eyes. He was a little moved, but he still admitted that he said useless nonsense.
"Members of the Change Group, that is not a nonsense answer, just like the title of and. Everyone knows that they are words with designated gender meanings, and what we have to do is to give corresponding meanings to, such as , what kind of group of people is that?"
"A righteous group of people?"
Someone in the audience said subconsciously.
"Yes, but what is justice?"
Wu Ke continued to ask.
"An act of protecting civilians persecuted by pirates?"
A soldier from the navy said.
"Seeing injustice happening and standing up to stop it?"
said a burly O'Hara Islander.
“Can you catch enough fish to feed your family?”
Another fisherman said cautiously.
“We’re talking about justice and you’re talking about fishing?”
Hearing this, the people nearby stared at the fisherman who said this.
"No matter what kind of justice it is, people must have enough to eat and survive, right?"
The fisherman retorted in a low voice, and the others were about to say something before they heard the leader of change on the wicker chair speak.
"That gentleman is right, please don't refute his words. Survival is the first basic pursuit of justice.
If people are going to die, it would be a very outrageous thing to talk about justice.
Of course, if the only purpose is survival, it is not justice.
There are many bastards in this world who do all sorts of unjust things just to survive.
Therefore, on the basis of pursuing survival, we need to add adjectives of how to survive.
My answer is, as long as it does not violate any generally accepted justice and morality.
For example, let people survive in this world with human rights and dignity.
Anyone who achieves this basic pursuit is willing to be called a person who pursues justice.
However, that is only justice in the narrow sense for individuals. What I want to focus on here is justice in the broad sense, and that is what our change group itself wants to do.
Spread this idea of pursuing a better life and a better tomorrow to those who are experiencing injustice, hardship, and need.
They are the friends we need to unite with, and any person or group that prevents us from pursuing a better life without violating justice and morality is our enemy..."
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"This is what Mr. JD said. We come with goodwill and the pursuit of a better life.
And we have to distinguish here, who is our friend and who is our enemy? Can anyone tell us this information?
We will give that person delicious white bread, hot fresh milk, and dried sea fish! "
The Kingdom of Goa is known as the most beautiful country in the East China Sea, but in fact it is just this country. It has implemented a policy of perfectly excluding all unnecessary things in the core territory. Beauty is built on ugliness. They have created uncertain things. This garbage mountain place at the terminal.
At this moment, a group of thought changers arrived at the garbage mountain at the terminal of uncertainty. They came by boat, brought new ideas from Ohara Island, and spread them here. They were excluded from the Kingdom of Goa. Poor people with labels on their bodies.
However, there are also unscrupulous people in poor places. At first, no one was willing to tell these strange guys what they wanted to know. Instead, they had some inappropriate thoughts because of the supplies they brought.
Fortunately, when Wu Ke was teaching everyone to change their thinking, he also taught everyone on what occasions they could reasonably use the method called truth to persuade others.
The poor people here who were not sure of the terminal looked at the members of the evil forces who were arrogant in the garbage mountain, being thrown aside with broken bones and muscles. At the same time, their eyes were horrified, but some people could not help but be tempted to stand up and point at the The group of people who were knocked down said.
"These guys who have been defeated are what you call enemies. Today is the day to take out the garbage. On the garbage mountain in the South District, all the responsible scavenger bosses are here."
After saying this, the skinny boy was a little timid and asked carefully: "I have told you what you want to know. Will you really give me bread, milk and sea fish? If you don't give it, also……"
"Take it, boy, you deserve it."
Before the skinny boy could finish his words, he was thrown over by bread sticks, milk in wooden buckets, and a dried sea fish that was as long as an adult's arm and as wide as a thigh. He was so confused that he almost failed to catch it. Things fell to the floor.
"Hey, be polite to the friends we can unite with, and don't throw things over so rudely."
The leading former navy officer directly reprimanded him.
"I'm sorry, boss."
The former navy soldier who acted violently quickly lowered his head and realized his mistake.
"It doesn't matter. As long as you really give me something, it doesn't matter how you throw it away."
But the young man didn't care.
"You're very nice. Are you interested in joining us and understanding the thoughts of our Change Group?"
asked the former Navy chief.
"And bread and milk and dried fish?"
The boy licked his lips and asked.
"Mr. JD said that a good life is not given to us by others, but should be created by our own hands. Therefore, we pursue the idea of getting what we work for."
said the former Navy chief.
"I can work for you. I'm familiar with the environment here in the garbage mountain. If you want to know anything else, I can definitely help you find out."
The boy said.
"We can do that too."
When the others saw that they were actually giving him something, they were a little envious of the food in the young man's hands and hurriedly followed suit.
"Then we welcome you to join. As for others, don't worry. As long as you are willing to learn our ideas and contribute your own labor, then everyone will have a share!
First of all, I have a job here, beat up these guys who usually oppress and exploit you, who among you will do it? "
Hearing this, everyone immediately flinched. The exploitation and oppression of these garbage mountain bosses did not happen overnight, and offending them was not a good choice.
"A piece of dried fish, a bucket of milk, and half a bread stick. Anyone who beats them can get these things from us. Who will come?"
“The supplies are in limited quantity, while supplies last!”
Facing the still hesitant crowd, the former naval officer reminded loudly.
"I come!"
The next moment, someone stood up. The temptation of food was too great.
"Fuck, aren't we just beating up those bastards? They have already been beaten to the ground, and now they are just going to add insult to injury. What are we afraid of?"
The speaker had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He hid in the crowd and encouraged the scavengers around him, but he did not dare to stand up directly.
After one after another people were encouraged to stand up, this person calmly shouted that he would join the group of people taking action, without being in the limelight at all.
Until he pretended to kick a scavenger gang boss, and when he came to collect supplies, he was immediately grabbed by the arm by the former navy commander.
"What's the matter, sir?"
the man asked cautiously.
"Nothing, I just think you are very good, I want to give you an extra reward!"
After the former navy commander finished speaking, he pulled the man and jumped onto the nearby garbage mountain and said to everyone.
"Look, this is the pioneer of thought among you. He just made an appeal to the crowd, calling on you to defeat the former exploiters. We in the Change Group like this kind of talent who can help others and break the shackles of thought together. You Learn from him!"
The words of the former navy commander made the man being pulled almost cry.
"Cochas, you bastard, I will never let you go."
The man who was beaten looked at the man who was being pulled on the stage fiercely, causing the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks to tremble all over his body.
"Don't be afraid, for them to attack you, they must be able to escape from our grasp!
Mr. JD has said that we need to establish a role model for fighting fighters, and you and other people who do it are good talents.
What, friends who dare to take action against exploiters, are you willing to join us and help us take care of this group of bad guys who have exploited you, are now harmed by you, and are deliberately planning to retaliate against you in the future? "
This is a question that does not need to be asked. Those who have taken action are afraid of retaliation, so naturally they dare not let these people go. Almost all those who have taken action have been forced to join the change group.
At the Uncertain Terminal of the Kingdom of Goa, the reformers from O'Hara came here to spread their ideas. In just half a month, the scavengers who were living their lives picking up garbage here were gathered together.
They defeated all the exploiters in the garbage mountain and joined the organization that changed its name to the outside world. However, they opened up wasteland, farmed and built new villages in places where the Goa Kingdom officials could not see.
"We have controlled most of the villages outside the Kingdom of Goa, and now the power of the association is penetrating into the urban areas."
"Some of the guards bordering the outer wall and guarding the city gate have been instigated by us to rebel, and others have been accidentally killed by us."
"Now, the association is in contact with the civilian groups in the fringe areas who are about to be excluded from the Kingdom of Goa. Those people do not reject us. The influence of the association is spreading rapidly in the city. We are united, help each other, and love each other!"
"Our actions were finally discovered by a great nobleman from the Kingdom of Goa, but the guard around that nobleman was a family member of an important member of our association. He helped us catch the nobleman and prevent our actions from being exposed, but We are now running out of time."
"Mr. JD, we have decided to launch a real reform action in the Kingdom of Goa on September 10th next month. However, we have learned that there are powerful people guarding the royal regime of the Kingdom of Goa. We But we need some righteous support.”
Information came in one after another, all good news, with the guidance of correct ideas, and the action plan of secretly reforming the gunmen. Soon, the personnel of the reform group sent to the Kingdom of Goa were put in place. Things over there are pushed to the final step.
"Mr. JD, the Kingdom of Goa is also my homeland. It's up to me to give that country's unfair regime the final blow!"
On the night of September 10, 1500 in the Hainan calendar, the palace of King Goa was destroyed by a violent hurricane from the sea.
Because the isolation area was far away, the sudden hurricane did not cause any civilian casualties. Only the great king and a group of nobles attending the palace dinner that night were unfortunately killed.
Fortunately, there are a few wise nobles left in the country. As members, they all expressed their willingness to support the kingdom's youngest son, who was not even a year old, to become the new king of Goa Kingdom.
In the next year, under the benevolent rule of the young king, the Kingdom of Goa completed a "top-down" institutional change, abolishing the national policy plan to exclude garbage, and allowing citizens to pass inside and outside, but the end of the waste was uncertain. The station’s mountain of trash hasn’t gone away.
"I am the king, you bunch of rebellious officials and traitors!"
"I am Alteruk III, a great noble. Who can help us contact the World Government?!"
The civilians who came to the edge city wall to visit the terminal of uncertainty could occasionally see a group of scavenger lunatics shouting some treacherous words, but no one took the words of a group of lunatics as truth.
"Are they really kings and nobles?"
However, there are occasional foreign tourists who are suspicious of the situation.
"Do you think a group of scavengers talking crazy things can be our king or nobles?"
But the enthusiastic responses from local residents dispelled their suspicions.
"Then why doesn't your king kill those madmen?"
"That's because our king is kind and willing to tolerate even the lies of a madman."
"Then your king is so good. I really hope that the king of our country can be like the king of your country."
"Actually, there is a reason for this. Do you want to know that our king also joined?"
An ordinary resident of the Kingdom of Goa, a senior association member, spares no effort to promote his country to foreigners and is called the best association by the people. He actually hopes that others can be as happy as they are.
"Dear kings and former noble men, it's time to feed. The best food today is meat-filled buns, grab them!"
"Uh, over there?"
"That's a reserved program at our Uncertain Terminal Station. If you're interested, you can buy a meat bun and feed it to them.
And those guys who claim to be kings and nobles will also reveal their true colors as scavengers because of your meat buns. "
"It sounds interesting, but does it seem like a violation of human rights?"
"Ha, those are all sinners in the past. If you can give them a chance to perform and give them a chance to eat, you should be grateful. As I said, those bad guys should be hanged!"
The Kingdom of Goa at the end of 1501 was a country where people all over the country made up lies.
The former king of Goa Kingdom was fighting with the former ministers and nobles over a meat bun.
"I am the king, and I should enjoy the best things!"
"Haha, it's really ugly. They are indeed not kings and nobles, they are funny clowns!"
As a foreign tourist said this, he bought another meat bun and threw it away. He seemed to like watching the ugly posture of the clown fighting for the meat bun below.
"Actually, they have the opportunity to not be clowns, but unfortunately their ugly desire for power has completely blinded their minds.
So much so that as scavengers, they actually dreamed of becoming great kings and noble men who would help the king govern our country.
Rights and obligations are equal. If they cannot understand this, they will always be just a bunch of clowns. "
"These are very meaningful words, but who said them?"
"Mr. JD."
"Have not heard."
"Want to know?"
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