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Chapter 26 - Poor people must be hateful

"Okay, gentlemen, this negotiation was very pleasant both in process and result."

Huang Yuan said loudly with a smile on his face: "I am very happy to be able to reach a cooperation agreement with you. Everyone gets what they need."

"If there are no objections, I think you can ask your lawyers to draft the contract directly and we will sign it on the spot."

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Half an hour later, the heads of the group companies present had already left one after another with the contracts they had signed.

Only Obadiah and Tony Stark were left at the scene.

"Is there anything else you two want?" Huang Yuan asked.

"I seem to have heard that you and Lex are very close?" Obadiah asked, adjusting his suit.

"Yes, we have known each other for a while." Huang Yuan replied after taking a sip of water.

"Then let me give you a suggestion. It's best not to trust that guy. Always be wary of him."

Obadiah advised: "Don't let him use you as a weapon and you don't know."

Huang Yuan didn't speak, just smiled briefly.

He knows who Luther is best among everyone present. Of course, you, Obadiah, are not a good person either.

Having said that, Obadiah immediately stood up and left with Tony, who didn't even look at Huang Yuan.

At this time, Tony was still very angry, and he looked like a second-generation ancestor no matter who he was dealing with.

Huang Yuan didn't care. After all, Tony hadn't seen his true strength with his own eyes until now. The ignorant are fearless.

And now he is in a good mood. After all, he has earned a total of 6000 million US dollars in just half a day, and they all paid taxes for him.

Not to mention the shares transferred to him by major groups.

It can be said that he is now worth more than one billion US dollars and is a veritable billionaire.

"Brother, are they all gone?"

At this time, Carrie walked down, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Well, they're all gone."

Huang Yuan sat back on the sofa and took out his mobile phone, while Eli began to tidy up the living room.

"Eli, put it down and let Sister Li take care of it later."

When Eli heard this, he rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's up to me to handle such a small matter. I'm not a rich second generation or a royal princess."

Huang Yuan touched his chin and said: "Why do you work so hard to make money? Isn't it just for enjoyment?"

"I have seen with my own eyes that there are still many children in the world who cannot afford to eat, wear clothes or go to school."

"If you have the ability, please help me more. After all, you are worth a lot now."

Eli walked to the sink while holding the used cup.

After climbing onto the chair used as a footrest, she started washing. Carrie followed and obediently helped pass the cups.

Huang Yuan didn't care at all, lying on the sofa with his legs crossed and replied: "You and I have different opinions on this matter."

"A lot of the kids you're talking about ultimately have a problem with their parents and elders."

“You donate money and maybe they might get a piece of clothing, a good meal, maybe even a book.”

"But all that is just an illusion."

Jiali asked curiously: "Why, brother, didn't you say you donated money?"

Huang Yuan continued: "Suppose I donate 1000 million US dollars to a certain charity, and there may be 500 million left over there."

"Then it is deducted layer by layer by the staff, and in the end it ends up in the hands of the parents of the children, who may be left with one or two hundred or even dozens of dollars."

"But when they have money, the first thing they think about is food." "When they don't even have enough to eat, who would think about whether they can afford clothes or a book?"

Eli couldn't help but frown when she heard this, but she knew that Huang Yuan was right.

Because she has been there and seen with her own eyes the poverty and backwardness there.

Eli knew who Huang Yuan was talking about, and she retorted firmly: "They are constantly oppressed and controlled by the colonists. You can't blame them so much."

Sitting up, Huang Yuan looked at the two of them and said seriously with a serious expression: "If you want to say that their environmental conditions are not good, then I want to tell you a fact."

"Hundreds of years ago, the great eastern country that once led the world in military and culture began to become backward and weak under the leadership of ignorant barbarians."

"Sixty years ago, that big country was beaten into tatters by an island country. It was in ruins and suffered heavy deaths."

"It was even worse than Africa at that time. Disasters, famines, and diseases had not happened to them."

"But he was once enslaved by someone, and he was also tightly restrained by someone."

"But why can they rise again under the scrutiny of the great powers and amid all kinds of hardships and difficulties?"

"Why is it that we are all human beings with hands and feet, but they can be selfless, even willing to sacrifice themselves to illuminate others?"

"And some people in some places, even hundreds of years later, are still the same as they were at the beginning?"

Huang Yuan's tone became more solemn as he spoke: "Eli, many times being weak is not a reason, but an excuse."

“No one is going to be like this for generations unless the generation before them has been indoctrinating them with this philosophy.”

"So there is an old Chinese saying that pitiful people must be hateful. I hope you don't blindly believe what you see."

Did Eli fall silent? She had read the history of mankind and knew that these were facts.

Huang Yuan suddenly spread his hands and said: "Don't talk about us, even some of them are not willing to save their compatriots."

"But it seems that the only most developed countries in Africa are South Africa and Egypt, right?" Eli asked doubtfully.

Huang Yuan sneered and replied: "What if I told you that there is a country in Africa called Wakanda that is even more advanced and wealthy than North America in some aspects?"

Eli frowned and said, "Impossible. If that's the case, why wouldn't you come out to help your compatriots?"

Huang Yuan sighed: "Eli, have you heard of vibranium?"

Eli nodded and said: "Well, it is a very precious metal, even more precious than gold and platinum, no, more precious than diamonds of the same weight."

Huang Yuan clicked his tongue and said: "Then it comes from that country called Wakanda, and their vibranium is as much as the corn in the farmer's vegetable garden."

"But even their own people have no idea of ​​saving the African continent. Why should we be taken advantage of?"

Huang Yuan has been thinking about this since he watched the movie "Black Panther".

With Wakanda's national strength and technological level, even if its existence is exposed, there is no need to worry about being targeted.

But they would rather continue to seclude themselves in the country and watch their compatriots being killed by various diseases and hunger.

In the end, I chose to stand aside and watch indifferently, just because of the self-deception of protecting the national government.

Huang Yuan really sneered at this kind of bastard stuff.

ding dong~
At this time, Huang Yuan's cell phone suddenly rang.

Hearing this alert tone, he was slightly stunned because it was an independent text message alert tone he had set for someone.

He quickly took out his phone and opened it: [Can we meet? 】

　My personal opinions on Wakanda in the movie, and my opinions on a certain person, without any discrimination, just discuss the matter as it is.

　　If you have different opinions, you can express your opinions and discuss them, but please do not use guns and sticks or theories with discriminatory connotations. Thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)