"I come from a country where every child can sit quietly in a spacious and bright classroom and every patient can enjoy the meticulous care of doctors. There, wanderers do not need to sleep on the streets, picking up food in the trash can like dogs, and the old man who is drooping in his old age with the care of the country, and will not lie alone and helplessly in the room at home waiting for decay. I think all countries are equally beautiful.

But I was wrong, because I came to Africa, my world was overturned, and here I saw skinny children, the gaze of praying for alms, the dying patient, the despair waiting for death, the helplessness of the old man looking up at the sky, the first time I knew that there were so many people in this world that needed help, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my greed when chasing money.

I am a businessman, yes, I am a greedy businessman, and my pursuit of interests blinded my eyes. When I wiped away the dust in my eyes, I realized that I could not continue to live as selfishly as before. There are countless people in the world who need my help, so I decided to build a hospital for the people of this country, a hospital that is not for profit. Except for the medicines that must be paid for purchases, all other expenses are my own responsibility, including the salary of doctors and nurses, the purchase of medical devices, and daily water, electricity and diet.

In addition, I will build a school for the children of this country, a completely free school, give the children who have lost their parents a home, and return the smile to these cute angels." Looking at his speech with passion and affection on Mozambique National Television, Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Yang, the World Health Organization is very willing to provide you with a group of volunteers after the hospital is completed." Feng Zhigang stood beside him and said respectfully.

"Welcome, very welcome, and tell them, I welcome any form of assistance. You have to tell them that Jinyuan is just a small trading company, and it is very difficult to do so many things independently. Although we are willing to do our best, we will inevitably be unable to achieve it after all. We must emphasize our difficulties. Now that we have earned reputation, we should spend a little less money." Yang Feng sighed and said, taking out tens of millions of RMB at once. He was also quite distressed. You must know that all this money can play with a decent little star.

Of course, he doesn't need to do these specific tasks, and in fact he doesn't have that time. He contacted the World Health Organization and sent out a few people who understand the construction of the hospital, and then Feng Zhigang was responsible for it. Yang Feng ignored the matter here, and needed funds, Feng Zhigang just needed Ye Yan and the others.

However, before leaving Mozambique, Yang Feng was invited by the embassy and accepted the praise very much. After all, his behavior was of great help to enhance the country's image. Although a Chinese could hear a trace of other smell from his speech. In addition, the ambassador also hopes that the country can provide him with a group of volunteers, and it is best to turn this hospital into a foreign aid hospital led by the Ministry of Health, all using Chinese doctors and medicines.

Yang Feng refused without hesitation.

Damn, you should take care of those in your country who can’t afford to treat the sick and jump off the building! I would rather pay more than bear the disgusting feeling.

"Your country is so strange. Your people can't afford to treat illness and jump off the building. They use saws to see their legs. Two-year-old children know that they have picked up bottles to save money to treat illnesses. The country is still so keen on controlling the health of niggers tens of thousands of kilometers away." Elena shrugged and said incomprehensible.

"This is called Ning Yu's friendliest, not family slaves. It has been hundreds of years, and it has always looked the same."

When he returned to China on Bombardier's luxury jet, all the goods he needed to prepare were piled up in the dock. However, Yang Feng did not rush to leave. He found several of the most popular Hollywood movies in the 1930s and 1940s, and he personally took the initiative to restore them all into scripts, especially his favorite Furong in the Water.

Then I bought another genuine video of Jackie Chan's old movie "The Junior Brother Takes the Job", found the last film and television company, and asked them to re-edit, and the color was changed to black and white.

Although color movies have begun to appear in the 1930s and Kodak bought the color film patent in 1932, Yang Feng felt that black and white were more suitable for Hollywood, so that the skin color would not make those ghosts uncomfortable.

After re-production, the re-created "The Junior Brother Takes the Horse" was re-recorded into film. In the screening room of the film and television company, Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the screen. This comedy that combines Chinese Kung Fu should like it. Americans who are depressed and confused during the Great Depression.

After finishing the movie, Yang Feng returned home again, but was scolded by his parents. As soon as he went out for half a year, he couldn't even get a phone call. What he knew was that he was busy with business, and those who didn't know thought that the world had evaporated!

Yang Feng quickly explained that he had bought a trading company in Africa and had been busy there for a while. He was far away and was not well developed. Communication was very inconvenient. His mobile phone could not receive domestic signals and he had to travel dozens of miles to make a phone call. He almost described Africa as Mars. He was so confused that he could get away with it.

"By the way, dad, I want to buy our old house. Can you tell me if I can come forward to contact me?" Yang Feng said. His great-grandfather was knocked down as a landlord, and a two-story building was also redeemed as a public servant. After several twists and turns, it became a guesthouse for an old state-owned enterprise. After this state-owned enterprise went bankrupt, no one cared about because the place was remote, so he was idle there. Whenever he saw that European-style building, his grandfather sighed for a long time.

"Okay, this is what it should be!" His father nodded and said with relief.

Yang Feng was not looking for the pleasure of my Hu Hansan coming back. He wanted to find a suitable unearth place for Taizu Mobao. What else could be more suitable than an ancestral home? After having dinner with his parents at home, he decided to go and investigate first.

Since the public servants moved to the magnificent office buildings in the new city, the old city has completely become a slum. The old streets are covered with sewage, the buildings on both sides are dilapidated, and the walls are covered with various small advertisements. Most of the people living here are migrant workers who rely on their efforts or selling their bodies to make a living, just like a gorgeously dressed lady with a pile of abscesses on her face.

Yang Feng's dazzling R8 was carefully parked in front of the door of his ancestral home. As soon as he opened the car door, a white thing fell from the sky and fell gently on his face.

"Damn it! Who is fucking throwing the underwear around?" Yang Feng pulled the women's underwear off his face, raised his head and shouted at the balcony. A rope was pulled on the balcony, underwear, bras, and stockings were waving like flags. Then a girl in a white T-shirt poked her head out, and had just washed the clear soup and dough on her face, with a thin melon-shaped face. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, she saw the underwear in Yang Feng's hand and quickly turned red and shrank back.

Yang Feng's face immediately changed into a lewd smile, staring at the door with anticipation. What a good scene. There is a kind of pure ambiguity when Pan Jinlian met Ximen Qing. Could it be that my character is so good that I can have an affair?

"My mom, what's wrong? It's better for you to smell it!" A broken voice broke Yang Feng's fantasy. Then a fat woman weighing 100 kilograms walked out with her eyebrows, holding a spatula in her hand, and a bloody mouth cracked. Yang Feng could feel the spit from her face two meters away.

He quickly blocked his arm in front of him.

The fat lady snatched her panties from him and stuffed them into her chest. Then she pointed to Yang Feng with a spatula in her hand and shouted majestically: "What are you doing here with sneaky eyes?"
Chapter completed!