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Qin Xue took the driver away, Wang Zhuo and Qin Siqing came out of the hospital and got into the taxi. Qin Siqing suddenly had an idea: "Brother Wang Zhuo, let's go to Jinhua Temple."

Wang Zhuo was a little surprised: "Jinhua Temple? What are you doing there?"

"I want to make a wish for my grandfather and bless my peace. When my father said that when my grandmother was still there, I had to go to the temple to make a wish for my grandfather every month."

"Okay, go to Jinhua Temple." Wang Zhuo nodded. He was not interested in military training. It was too boring to stand in a military posture and walk in a straight stance. The next two days of gun training and target shooting are worth participating.

Jinhua Temple is located in a not very prosperous urban area. The car stopped more than 100 meters away from the temple. The rest is a pedestrian street, which you have to walk over by yourself.

Just after getting off the car, two dirty children came up, raised their hands in front of their chests, and looked at Wang Zhuo and Qin Siqing with pitiful eyes.

Qin Siqing immediately felt pity. After touching her body, she realized that she was still wearing a camouflage uniform for military training and did not bring her wallet. She asked Wang Zhuo: "Do you have change?"

Wang Zhuo reached out and took out his hand in his pocket and grabbed a handful of coins: "For you."

Jiangzhou’s taxi use one-yuan coins as change and often take taxis in recent days, so Wang Zhuo has a lot of coins on him. Even the taxi driver just now found him three.

Qin Siqing wanted to divide the coins for the two children, but suddenly she saw that there seemed to be a few such children on the street, reaching out to pedestrians or tourists to ask for them. After thinking about it, she gave the two children five each, which was probably enough for them to have a full meal.

After getting the money, the two children cheered excitedly, and didn't even say thank you, and then turned around and ran away. Qin Siqing was infected by their happiness and shook her head with a smile.

The two cheers immediately caused trouble. The other begging children immediately noticed this place after hearing this and rushed over.

Wang Zhuo felt something was wrong, because a little girl who got the money gestured to a little beggar running towards him with five fingers, as if she was hinting that he had got five dollars.

"Sister, sister! Give it to me first, I'm about to starve to death! Give it to me first!"

"Sister, please give it to me, please give it to me, please give it to me, please--"

Except for two boys who were slightly older and who looked about seven or eight years old, rushing to speak, the other children just raised their dirty faces, raised their hands, and said nothing.

Qin Siqing was shocked by the situation and couldn't help but want to take two steps back. Unexpectedly, as soon as her body moved, she was kneeling on the ground and hugged her legs desperately.

"You guys come one by one, you all have a share!"

Qin Siqing shouted and was in a hurry to share the money for the children.

Seeing that the coins in her hand were getting fewer and fewer, a child who had not received any money became anxious and suddenly slapped Qin Siqing's arm.

At this time, the coins in Qin Siqing's hand suddenly flew around like a scattered flower in a celestial girl. A child shouted and snatched quickly. The ground was filled with little beggars squatting on the ground to pick up money. The scene was chaotic.

Wang Zhuo hurriedly took two steps forward and pulled Qin Siqing aside.

"Where do you get so many kids asking for money?" Qin Siqing looked at the group of children and counted more than twenty people.

"Maybe it's because it's close to the temple, so it's easier to get money?" Wang Zhuozhi frowned. These children are both men and women. The older ones are already at school. The younger ones are only in their early three years old. They all look like they picked up from garbage dumps. Some are barefoot or shirtless. What will they look like in the future?

Qin Siqing was about to speak when she suddenly heard a little girl shouting in a clear voice: "There is still money on that man!"

The hornet's nest suddenly exploded. The little beggars rushed up and surrounded the two of them, pulling their clothes and hugging their thighs, and some reached out to ask for it. The brave ones simply put their hands into Wang Zhuo's pocket!

Wang Zhuo slapped the dirty hand off. What kind of hand is this? There are a few old cracks on the top of the summer, and there are a few bruises on the back of the hand. The nails are long and have not been trimmed for a long time. The cracks are covered with black mud.

In helplessness, Wang Zhuo had to use two points of strength to push the little beggars away, hugged Qin Siqing by his side, took out a while in his pocket, and raised the remaining coins to the ground next to him.

This move was also helpless. Who would have hoped to see a group of ignorant children squatting on the ground like pecking chickens, robbing a few pitiful change without dignity? But if he didn't do this, what if a dirty child scratched Qin Siqing's little hand and face, would he have to go back to the hospital for a tetanus injection? Or a rabies vaccine?

The little beggars rushed over to grab the money. Two of them were still trying to get entangled and saw Wang Zhuo's expressions gloomy. They hesitated for a moment, and left them aside and joined the ranks of robbing money.

"taxi!"

Wang Zhuo called for a taxi to stop and got on the car with Qin Siqing before the little beggars gathered to charge again.

Start, go on the road, press the meter, the driver asked, "Where to go?"

"Drive it anyway for now." Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly. It seemed that he would definitely not be able to go to Jinhua Temple.

Qin Siqing shook her head with lingering fear: "It's so terrible. Where do so many poor children come from? They seem to be in the same group?"

"You are entangled by the children who ask for money, right?" the driver smiled and said, "They are all organized. If you give one child money, everything else will come up."

Wang Zhuo's heart moved, remembering the gesture made by the first little girl who asked for money, which immediately confirmed his guess.

"Organized? Who organized the orphanage?" Qin Siqing asked really.

"Orphanage?" The driver immediately laughed: "Some of these children were stolen, some picked up, some bought, some stolen, and some rented. Some people were manipulating them behind their backs and using them to make money."

Ah? Wang Zhuo and Qin Siqing were both stunned.

"What's going on? Tell me quickly." Qin Siqing urged.

"Don't you read the news? Why don't you even know this?" The driver was a little surprised.

Qin Siqing asked in confusion: "I watch the news every day and the newspapers, have I seen the news in this area?"

"That kind of thing that reports good news but not bad news is useless." The driver complained and shook his mind: "Now some people specialize in manipulating children to go out to ask for money. They are making money. In Jiangzhou, a child can get several thousand yuan a month. If he can bring three children, his monthly income will be tens of thousands."

"Ah?" Qin Siqing was extremely surprised. Although she did not have a deep understanding of the concept of money as Wang Zhuo, she also knew that the salary of civil servants was only a few thousand yuan.

The driver continued to preach: "Just that group of children just now, they have been in Changning District for more than a year. Every few days, there are people picking up the car every day, just like at work. When I came to pick them up at night, I saw that a child was asking for less money, so I beat him on the spot and kicked him to death. I saw it with my own eyes twice."

Qin Siqing was already shocked, and Wang Zhuo frowned and asked, "Is no one cared about this kind of thing? Why is no one calling the police?"

"It's useless to call the police-" the driver said earnestly: "Those policemen don't care about this. They catch prostitutes and gambling when they have time, that is, they can easily earn money. Who cares about such things? It's thankless."

As he spoke, there was a red light in front of him. A little boy about seven or eight years old had already run up and begged to the owner who was waiting for the red light.

"See, this kid was here last year. It was windy, rainy, New Year's Day and National Day, and it was endless." The driver smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I hold a key in my hand and I'm going to pick a private car and ask for money. If I don't give it, I'll draw your car paint!"

"It's been more than a year, no one has ever taken care of it? Is there any other kingly law in Jiangzhou?" Qin Siqing felt even more incomprehensible. This is the city managed by her father? An international metropolis in the country for the first time?

Wang Fa? Wang Zhuo sneered. He had no idea that since the day his father was in jail.

The little beggar did not stop when passing the taxi and walked straight to a Buick behind.

The driver smiled and showed a little helplessness in his tone: "I don't know if there is a king's law. Anyway, I know that the police are also humans, so I can't get up early without profit-"

"Then these children don't even read books, what will they do in the future?" Qin Siqing looked at Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo shook his head slightly. He had already thought of the future of these children, but he didn't know how to talk to Qin Siqing.

"Future? Where do they have any future?" The driver answered the words: "Now they are little beggars. When they grow up, they are thieves and ladies, they are nothing more than men and women prostitutes."

Qin Siqing frowned: "Don't the parents of these children worry about their future?"

Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly and interrupted, "I said little princess, have you not heard from this driver's elder brother just now? These children were all stolen, kidnapped, and bought. Their parents may be in Guangdong, Yunnan, or anywhere else like Anhui. They don't even know where their children are thrown, and worry doesn't work!"

The driver immediately echoed: "Yes, who is the other person's children? Isn't there any news? Some beggars with broken arms and legs are not born with disabilities, but are manipulated to deliberately mess with disabilities, because this will cost more money."
Chapter completed!