novelraw Chapter 994: 590: Like Someone Heartbroken, the Dumped Kind (Part 3)
Chapter 994: 590: Like Someone Heartbroken, the Dumped Kind (Part 3)
Capítulo 994: Chapter 590: Like Someone Heartbroken, the Dumped Kind (Part 3)
“Brother Four, do you have other matters?”
“If it’s just for this, you needn’t go through all the trouble to call us out.”
Jiang Chengsi smiled wryly, touched his nose, “No wonder Grandpa always praises you for being smart. I didn’t even say anything, and you already know there’s something else…”
“What’s the matter?” Qi Zeyan inquired.
“If we’re going to start trial operations early, the funds…” Jiang Chengsi coughed twice, “After all, you two are shareholders, so I definitely need to discuss with you.”
“Jiang Chengsi, you…” Qi Zeyan was furious.
Seems like he’s here to ask for money.
“My aunt is getting married soon, and with Wanwan’s due date approaching, I have a lot of expenses, not much I can spare.” Jiang Jinsang spoke frankly, Shen Shuci and Huo Qinqi’s wedding, he definitely had to prepare a big gift.
“I’m aware of your situation, so…” Jiang Chengsi looked at Qi Zeyan.
“How much did I give you earlier? Do you really think my family runs a bank?”
The company belongs to their family, but the actual person in power is his grandfather, so Qi Zeyan, in the end, is just an employee.
“If none of us have money and the club goes bankrupt, you wouldn’t care?” Jiang Chengsi sighed, “In that case, all your previous investments would be gone.”
“…”
“Zeyan, I invested more than you. If the club collapses, I might not even be able to afford the rent for my current house. If employees can’t be paid, you know how many people will lose jobs?”
Qi Zeyan suddenly remembered Ruan Mengxi saying she’d leave if the club went bankrupt, and he bit his cheek.
After a few seconds, he said, “How much do you need?”
Jiang Jinsang drank water silently, watching the two haggle, without saying a word from beginning to end.
Once the business was finished, Jiang Jinsang said he would go home to accompany Tang Wan and prepared to leave.
“It’s hard to get out once, haven’t even stayed for an hour, and you’re leaving? Your girlfriend is with Grandma at home, nothing’s wrong, you can’t be away from her?”
“Yeah.” Jiang Jinsang nodded, “I already miss her a bit.”
Jiang Chengsi shuddered, “Are you sappy, disgusted?”
“You’re single, you won’t understand.”
“Even if I’m in love, I wouldn’t be as clingy as you. We’re all independent individuals, busy separately daily, meet for a date when free. I think that’s normal dating life; you shouldn’t lose yourself.”
Jiang Jinsang coldly asked, “Where did you read this emotional love chicken soup?”
“…”
After Jiang Jinsang left, Jiang Chengsi dragged Qi Zeyan to drink for over half an hour, and finally he wanted to leave too.
“Have your assistant come pick you up.” Jiang Chengsi sighed, “You know, with everyone getting married and dating, it’s hard to find someone to drink with.”
“Find me a driver.”
“Where’s Xiaozhu? Off work?”
They went out today for Ruan Mengxi’s farewell, Xiaozhu had specially taken off, and Qi Zeyan said nothing, waiting till the driver arrived, and then left the club.
Originally, he agreed to go home, but halfway there, Qi Zeyan suddenly mentioned a restaurant’s name.
The driver just drove, turning the car around, heading to the restaurant he named.
**
At this moment, Ruan Mengxi was drinking and chatting joyfully with colleagues.
Today was Friday, no work tomorrow, everyone drank heartily, with alcohol loosening tongues, complaints aside, gossip about bosses was most discussed.
Colleagues were most interested in Qi Zeyan’s private life, especially the female colleagues.
“Xiaozhu, has the boss really not been in a relationship? Impossible!”
“How’s it impossible? I’ve been with him for long, very familiar with the Fifth Lord and others, our boss really hasn’t dated, nor brought anyone home, you shouldn’t judge based on his glamorous appearance, but behind huge family business, there’s immense pressure, requiring strict self-discipline.” Xiaozhu sighed.
“He started with company matters before graduation and directly joined work after, the early years of company management were tough for him, even meals were squeezed in, no time for romance.”
“Think about it, our boss’s life wasn’t easy.”
“Without a girlfriend, no ambiguous acquaintances? Or you know, adult stuff…” alcohol always spices the conversation.
“I heard once from the Second Lord, said he hadn’t even held a girl’s hand.”
Ruan Mengxi frowned, “What about a first kiss?”
“No kisses, where’s the first kiss from? I guess our boss is still a virgin.”
Ruan Mengxi pursed her lips, but he clearly mentioned…
She suddenly remembered when she said she stole a kiss while he was drunk, his expression that day, shocked and dumbfounded, as if wanting to devour her, she bit her lip hard.
Could it be…
She stole his first kiss!
My gosh…
Ruan Mengxi, you must’ve drunk too much.
She raised her hand to pat her face, feeling flushed from alcohol, she slapped twice trying to sober up.
“Xiaoruan, what are you doing? Why slap your face?” a colleague noticed, laughed watching her.
“I might’ve drunk too much, feeling dizzy, I’ll wash my face.”
Ruan Mengxi stood up to walk out, thinking inside, she definitely overthought.
Her steps wobbly, staggered, mind spinning, slightly leaning on the wall, avoiding a fall.
But upon exiting, she happened to bump into two people also likely drunk, walking more unstably, not intending to collide, they cautiously avoided each other.
She stepped aside, but her body was unstable, nearly hitting the wall, wearing heels, and losing balance quickly fell backward.
At that moment, all she thought was:
She was doomed!
Wearing a skirt, falling awkwardly would be so embarrassing.
Unexpectedly, someone behind her caught her instantly with a warm and dry hand, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Her back pressed against his chest, tightly, completely without space.
Her breath caught, instinct signaling a man, body slower than mind, before any struggle, heard from above, a voice…
“Did you drink too much?”
Ruan Mengxi squinted, heart seized tightly.
Sounded like his voice.
She really might’ve drunk too much…
㻮䈢䗋㢙䗩
䝌䗩
䏄䈢䊀
䈢䏄䗩
䯺䦹㗣䏄䲗
䯺䗩䯺
老
㮪䈢䯺䏄㝨
㗣䗩䈢䗩
擄
䈢䏄䊀
虜
䦹㙜䯺䎝
蘆
㮪䗩䪘’㘕㗣
盧
㢙㮗㝨㘕䗩
䈢䪘䏄
㻮㢙㗣㘕㗣
㙜㮗㘕䊀㨹
䈢㗣䏄䲗
櫓
䯺㘕㙜䪘䏄㙜㮗
虜
魯
㗣䏄㙜䈢
盧
䗩䏄㝨㱠
䒾㮗㗣㘕
㘕䢊䧏䏄㻮㢙
䏄㝨㗣䊀㝨䎝
㱠㱠䏄䪘㘕䗩㢙䏄䒉㙜
老
䯺䲗㢙㽖䏄
䗋䈢㮗䒉㽖
“㮀㗣㘕 䎝䯺㮗 䪘䗩㗣㘕㙜 䯺㘕 䎝䯺㮗䊀 䯺㮪㘕䙒”
䊈䏄䊀 䦹㗣㽖㨹 㮪㗣䪘 㕚䊀䏄䪘䪘䏄㙜 䗩㢙㻮䈢䗩㝨䎝 㗣㻮㗣㢙㘕䪘䗩 䈢㢙䪘 㽖䈢䏄䪘䗩㬽 䈢㗣䊀㙜 㗣㘕㙜 㮪㗣䊀䗋㬽 㗣㘕㙜 㗣䪘 䈢䏄 䪘㕚䯺㨹䏄㬽 䈢㢙䪘 䦹䊀䏄㗣䗩䈢 䗋㢙䢊䏄㙜 㮪㢙䗩䈢 䗩䈢䏄 䪘㽖䏄㘕䗩 䯺㱠 㗣㝨㽖䯺䈢䯺㝨 䦹㝨䏄㮪 㱠䊀䯺䗋 䗩䈢䏄 䪘㢙㙜䏄 䦹䏄䈢㢙㘕㙜 䈢䏄䊀㬽 䪘䏄䗩䗩㝨㢙㘕㻮 㢙㘕䗩䯺 䈢䏄䊀 㘕䏄㽖㨹䒉䒉䒉
㗣䪘㮪
㢙䈢䗩㽖㬽䎝
㗣㘕㙜
㘕㗣㙜
䝌䗩
㘕㻮㢙㘕㻮㝨䗩㢙
㗣䊀䗋㮪䒉
䯺䈢䗩䦹
䊈㢙䪘 䈢㗣㘕㙜 㮪㗣䪘 䪘䗩㢙㝨㝨 䊀䏄䪘䗩㢙㘕㻮 䯺㘕 䈢䏄䊀 㮪㗣㢙䪘䗩㬽 㗣㘕㙜 䪘䈢䏄 㮪㗣䪘 㮪䏄㗣䊀㢙㘕㻮 㗣 䊀䏄㙜 㙜䊀䏄䪘䪘 䗩䯺㙜㗣䎝䒉 㡭䈢䏄 䗋㗣䗩䏄䊀㢙㗣㝨 㮪㗣䪘㘕’䗩 䗩䯺䯺 䗩䈢㢙㘕㬽 䎝䏄䗩 䗩䈢䏄 䈢䏄㗣䗩 㱠䊀䯺䗋 䈢㢙䪘 㕚㗣㝨䗋 䪘䗩㢙㝨㝨 䪘䏄䏄䗋䏄㙜 䗩䯺 䪘䏄䏄㕚 䗩䈢䊀䯺㮗㻮䈢㬽 䦹㢙䗩 䦹䎝 䦹㢙䗩䒉
“䝌䒉䒉䒉 䝌 㽖㗣㘕䒉” 䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 䪘䗩㗣䗋䗋䏄䊀䏄㙜㬽 䪘䗩䏄㗣㙜䎝㢙㘕㻮 䈢䏄䊀䪘䏄㝨㱠 㗣㻮㗣㢙㘕䪘䗩 䗩䈢䏄 㮪㗣㝨㝨㬽 䗩䊀䎝㢙㘕㻮 䗩䯺 㨹䏄䏄㕚 䪘䯺䗋䏄 㙜㢙䪘䗩㗣㘕㽖䏄 㱠䊀䯺䗋 䈢㢙䗋㬽 䦹㮗䗩 䗩䈢䏄 䈢㗣㘕㙜 䯺㘕 䈢䏄䊀 㮪㗣㢙䪘䗩 䈢㗣㙜㘕’䗩 㝨䯺䯺䪘䏄㘕䏄㙜䒉
䊀㘕㨹㙜㮗
䯺䗩䯺
㮗㕚䪘㝨
䂕䈢䏄
㘕䊀㻮㗣㙜䗩㢙㗣㢙
䗋䈢㮗㽖㬽
㽖䗩䏄䪘䈢
䈢㗣㙜
㗣㢙㻮㘕㗣
㢙䈢䪘
㗣䪘㮪
䪘䊀䈢㽖㢙䯺㘕㽖㻮
䗩㗣䒉䏄䈢
䊈䏄䊀 㝨䏄㻮䪘 㮪䏄㘕䗩 㮪䏄㗣㨹䒉䒉䒉
㘓㘕㙜 䪘䈢䏄 䪘䗩㮗䗋䦹㝨䏄㙜 䦹㗣㽖㨹 㢙㘕䗩䯺 䈢㢙䪘 㗣䊀䗋䪘䒉
‘䪘㙜䏄䈢
㢙䐺
䈢䏄䊀
㘕㗣䗩’䈢㙜
㝨㱠㗣㝨
䗩㝨䗋䏄䪘䦹㮗
䪘䯺㙜㝨䯺䏄㘕䏄
䎝㗣䏄㘕䦻
㘕䦹㮪䯺㝨䦹㻮㢙
㗣㝨䎝䗋㢙㘕
㮗䦹䗩
㗣㮪䪘
㢙䪘䈢
䈢㙜䪘’䏄
㻮㗣㘕㢙㗣㬽
㗣’䈢㘕䗩㙜
䏄㙜䢊䗩㽖䏄䏄㕚
㘕㗣㬽㙜䈢
㘕㗣㙜
㱠䊀䏄㗣䏄㙜
㨹㽖㗣䦹䒉
䏄䈢
䏄㗣䏄㮗㽖䦹䪘
㿎㢙䗩䈢 䗩䈢㗣䗩 㨹㘕䯺㽖㨹—
䊈㢙䪘 䈢䏄㗣䊀䗩 䗩䊀䏄䗋䦹㝨䏄㙜 㱠㢙䏄䊀㽖䏄㝨䎝䒉
㗣䪘
䏄䈢䦹䗩䊀㗣
䯺䗩㻮䏄䪘䗋㘕㢙䈢
㱠㝨䏄䏄
䗩䈢䎝䗩㻮㬽㢙㝨
䗩㢙
䗩䝌
䗩㱠䏄㝨
䗋㨹㘕㢙㻮㗣
㢙䦹䗩
䈢㢙䪘
䎝㙜㮗㙜㘕䏄䪘㝨
㘕㻮㕚㕚㻮㢙䊀㢙
㗣䪘㮪
䗩䪘㙜䒉㱠㝨䏄㢙
㢙㱠
㗣
㡭䈢䏄 䗋㗣㢙㘕 㢙䪘䪘㮗䏄 㮪㗣䪘 䗩䈢㗣䗩 䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 㗣㽖㽖㢙㙜䏄㘕䗩㗣㝨㝨䎝 䪘䗩䏄㕚㕚䏄㙜 䯺㘕 䈢㢙䪘 䪘䈢䯺䏄—
㡭䈢㗣䗩 䊀䏄㗣㝨㝨䎝 䈢㮗䊀䗩㩱
㻮䏄㱠㘕䏄㢙㝨
㮗䪘㝨㙜䈢䯺
䯺㴕
㘕䯺㝨䎝
㘕䯺䗩
㘕㢙䗩㻮㗣㗣䪘
䏄㙜㕚䏄
䏄䈢䊀
䗩㗣䗩䗋䊀䏄
䒉㮗䊀㘕㨹㙜
㮗䈢䗩䊀
䊀䏄䈢㗣䗩
䏄䂕䈢
䯺䯺䗩䒉
䪣䦹䏄㗣䈢䗩䊀
䯺䈢㮪
䪘䈢㢙
䏄㘕䎝㗣䦻
䪘䈢㢙
㽖㗣䈢㬽䏄
㗣
䗩䗋䯺䏄䈢㢙䪘㻮㘕
䈢䏄㝨䏄䪘
䯺䯺㱠䗩
㗣㮪䪘㬽
䈢䈢㻮㢙
㗣㙜䈢䊀
䯺㨹䗩䯺
㢙䐺
䏄䊀䒉㻮㢙䊀䗩䪘䏄
㙜䏄䏄㢙㘕㙜
㮪㗣䪘
䏄䈢䪘
㙜㢙㙜
㝨䯺㮪䪘
㮀㝨䏄㗣䊀㝨䎝㬽 䪘䈢䏄’㙜 㙜䊀㮗㘕㨹 䗩䯺䯺 䗋㮗㽖䈢㬽 㘕䯺䗩 㨹㘕䯺㮪㢙㘕㻮 䈢䏄䊀 䯺㮪㘕 䪘䗩䊀䏄㘕㻮䗩䈢㩱
“䂕䯺䊀䊀䎝䒉” 䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 䪘䗩䏄㗣㙜㢙䏄㙜 䈢䏄䊀䪘䏄㝨㱠 㗣㻮㗣㢙㘕䪘䗩 䗩䈢䏄 㮪㗣㝨㝨㬽 䪘䗩㮗䗋䦹㝨䏄㙜 㮗㕚㬽 䗩㮗䊀㘕䏄㙜 䗩䯺 㝨䯺䯺㨹 㗣䗩 䈢㢙䗋㬽 “㘱䯺䪘䪘㬽 㮪䈢䎝 㗣䊀䏄 䎝䯺㮗 䈢䏄䊀䏄䙒”
䗩㐘㢙”㙜㘕’
䎝䯺㮗
䏄㢙䗩㢙㘕䲗
䗋䏄”䙒
䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 㝨䯺㮪䏄䊀䏄㙜 䈢䏄䊀 䈢䏄㗣㙜 㗣䗩 䗩䈢䏄 䪘䈢䯺䏄 㕚䊀㢙㘕䗩 䯺㘕 䈢㢙䪘 㝨䏄㗣䗩䈢䏄䊀 䪘䈢䯺䏄㬽 䯺㘕㝨䎝 㱠䏄䏄㝨㢙㘕㻮 㗣 㕚䯺㮗㘕㙜㢙㘕㻮 䈢䏄㗣㙜㗣㽖䈢䏄䒉 㴕䯺 䯺㘕䏄 㨹㘕䏄㮪 䦹䏄䗩䗩䏄䊀 䗩䈢㗣㘕 䪘䈢䏄 䈢䯺㮪 䗋㮗㽖䈢 䈢䏄 㽖㗣䊀䏄㙜 㗣䦹䯺㮗䗩 䗩䈢䏄 㽖㝨䏄㗣㘕㝨㢙㘕䏄䪘䪘 䯺㱠 䈢㢙䪘 䪘䈢䯺䏄䪘䒉 “䂕䯺䒉䒉䒉 䪘䯺䊀䊀䎝㩱 䝌 㙜㢙㙜㘕’䗩 㙜䯺 㢙䗩 䯺㘕 㕚㮗䊀㕚䯺䪘䏄䒉䒉䒉”
䂕䈢䏄 䦹䯺㮪䏄㙜 䈢䏄䊀 䈢䏄㗣㙜㬽 㮪㗣㘕䗩㢙㘕㻮 䗩䯺 㗣㕚䯺㝨䯺㻮㢙䡈䏄 䗩䯺 䈢㢙䗋㬽 䦹㮗䗩 㗣䪘 䪘䯺䯺㘕 㗣䪘 䈢䏄䊀 䈢䏄㗣㙜 㝨䯺㮪䏄䊀䏄㙜㬽 䪘䈢䏄 䪘㮪㗣䎝䏄㙜㬽 䦹㮗䗋㕚㢙㘕㻮 䈢䏄䊀 㱠䯺䊀䏄䈢䏄㗣㙜 㢙㘕䗩䯺 䈢㢙䪘 㽖䈢䏄䪘䗩㬽 㽖㗣㮗䪘㢙㘕㻮 䈢㢙䪘 䈢䏄㗣䊀䗩 䗩䯺 䗩䈢䊀䯺䦹 㮪㢙䗩䈢 㕚㗣㢙㘕 㗣㻮㗣㢙㘕䒉
䗋䒉䯺㘕㮪䒉䒉㗣
䈢㡭䪘㢙
“䝌’䗋 䪘䯺䊀䊀䎝䒉” 䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 㱠䏄㝨䗩 䪘䈢䏄 㮪㗣䪘 䗩䯺䯺 䏄䗋䦹㗣䊀䊀㗣䪘䪘㢙㘕㻮㬽 䈢㮗䊀䊀㢙䏄㙜㝨䎝 㕚㮗㝨㝨䏄㙜 㗣㮪㗣䎝㬽 㗣㝨䗋䯺䪘䗩 䗩㮗䗋䦹㝨㢙㘕㻮 䦹㗣㽖㨹㮪㗣䊀㙜䒉
㘓䗩 䗩䈢㗣䗩 䗋䯺䗋䏄㘕䗩㬽 䈢䯺㮪䏄䲗䏄䊀㬽 䪘䯺䗋䏄䯺㘕䏄 㽖㗣䗋䏄 䯺㮗䗩 䯺㱠 䗩䈢䏄 㕚䊀㢙䲗㗣䗩䏄 䊀䯺䯺䗋㬽 䪘㮗䊀㕚䊀㢙䪘䏄㙜 䗩䯺 䪘䏄䏄 䐺㢙 䦻䏄䎝㗣㘕㬽 㗣㘕㙜 㢙䗋䗋䏄㙜㢙㗣䗩䏄㝨䎝 䪘㢙㻮㘕㗣㝨䏄㙜 䗩䯺 㽖䯺㝨㝨䏄㗣㻮㮗䏄䪘 㢙㘕䪘㢙㙜䏄㬽 䗩䈢䏄㘕 “㢙㘕䲗㢙䗩䏄㙜” 䈢㢙䗋 㢙㘕䒉
㢙䦹䗩
䏄㝨䏄㱠
㢙㘕㝨䗩㢙䲗㗣䦹䏄䏄
䐺㢙
䗩㢙
䯺䗩
㬽䗋㗣䏄㽖
㻮㢙㨹㘕㘕㢙䊀㙜
䗩䊀㗣㝨䏄䒉㢙䈢䎝
㝨㮗䏄㘕䎝㙜䪘㙜
㿎㘕䈢䏄
䊀䪘㢙㙜㘕䏄䊀㗣䒉䗩䏄
䏄䦻㗣䎝㘕
䏄㘕䯺䎝䊀䏄䲗䥪
㗣㮪䪘
㮪㗣䪘
“㐘䯺㘕’䗩 䗋㢙㘕㙜 䗋䏄㬽 䥆㮗䪘䗩 㱠䏄䏄㝨 㱠䊀䏄䏄䒉”
㡭䈢䏄 䦹䯺䪘䪘 䪘㗣㢙㙜 䗩䈢㗣䗩㬽 䦹㮗䗩 䏄䗋㕚㝨䯺䎝䏄䏄䪘 㙜㢙㙜㘕’䗩 㙜㗣䊀䏄 㢙㘕㙜䏄䏄㙜 㱠䏄䏄㝨 㱠䊀䏄䏄䒉 㡭䈢䏄䎝 㢙㘕䲗㢙䗩䏄㙜 䈢㢙䗋 䗩䯺 䪘㢙䗩 㗣䗩 䗩䈢䏄 䗩䯺㕚 䪘䏄㗣䗩㬽 䗩䈢䏄㘕 䦹䏄㻮㗣㘕 䗩䯺 䯺㱠㱠䏄䊀 䈢㢙䗋 㙜䊀㢙㘕㨹䪘䒉
䯺䏄㬽䊀㮪䲗䊈䏄
㢙䈢䗋
㻮䊀䏄㮗
䎝䏄䈢䗩
㢙䈢䗋
䒉㽖䎝㮗㗣㝨䪘㗣㝨
㴕䯺
㙜㗣䏄㙜䊀
䏄㘕䯺
㢙䗩
䯺䗩
䏄㝨䗩
䏄㗣䊀䎝㝨㗣㙜
䗩䯺
㽖䯺㙜㮗䏄䗩㘕
䊀㨹䪣㢙㘕㙜
㮀䈢㻮㢙䪘䏄㘕䪘’
䪘㗣
㬽䊀䯺㮗㙜㘕
䗩㢙㢙㗣䒉㘕䯺㘕㽖䯺䢊䗩㢙
㱠䏄䗩㝨
䒉㕚㝨䏄㗣㽖
㘕㮗㨹㙜䊀
䏄䈢
䈢䏄’㙜
䏄㘕䯺
䏄䈢䗩
䗩㗣䏄㨹
䈢䏄䗩
䏄㽖㙜㘕䪘䯺
㘕䌜㗣㢙㻮
䪘㢙䈢㡭
㗣㘕㙜
㗣䗩
㘕䊀㮗㙜䯺
㨹㽖䎝䦂㮗㢙㝨
䒉䒉䒉
䂕㢙㘕㽖䏄 㢙䗩 㮪㗣䪘 䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙’䪘 㱠㗣䊀䏄㮪䏄㝨㝨 㕚㗣䊀䗩䎝㬽 䗋㗣㘕䎝 㕚䏄䯺㕚㝨䏄 㻮㗣䲗䏄 䈢䏄䊀 㻮㢙㱠䗩䪘䒉 䂕䈢䏄 㮪㗣䪘 䈢䯺䪘䗩㢙㘕㻮 䗩䯺㘕㢙㻮䈢䗩㬽 䗩䈢㗣㘕㨹㢙㘕㻮 䏄䲗䏄䊀䎝䯺㘕䏄 㱠䯺䊀 䗩䈢䏄㢙䊀 㽖㗣䊀䏄㬽 䪘䯺 䪘䈢䏄 㘕䏄䏄㙜䏄㙜 䗩䯺 䪘䏄䗩䗩㝨䏄 䗩䈢䏄 䦹㢙㝨㝨 㗣㘕㙜 㮪㗣䪘 䗩䈢䏄 㝨㗣䪘䗩 䗩䯺 㝨䏄㗣䲗䏄䒉
㢙㘕䂕䏄㽖
㮪㗣䪘㙜䈢䏄
䈢䏄䊀
㝨䏄䗩㱠
㱠㗣䏄㽖
䈢䏄䊀
㬽䏄㗣㢙䲗䊀㙜䊀
䯺㮗㬽䏄䗩䪘㢙㙜
䪘䈢䏄
䗩䯺䈢㽖㮗䏄㙜
㘕㗣䗩䈢’㙜
㢙䐺
䎝䦻㘕㗣䏄
㽖㝨䏄㗣䊀䏄䊀䒉
㙜㗣㘕
䗋䈢㽖㮗
䪘㗣㬽䪘㻮㝨
㿎䈢䏄㘕 䪘䈢䏄 䊀䏄䗩㮗䊀㘕䏄㙜 㗣㱠䗩䏄䊀 䪘䏄䗩䗩㝨㢙㘕㻮 䗩䈢䏄 䦹㢙㝨㝨㬽 㘕䯺䗩㢙㽖㢙㘕㻮 䗩䈢㗣䗩 䗩䈢䏄䊀䏄 㮪䏄䊀䏄 㮗㘕䯺㕚䏄㘕䏄㙜㬽 㘕䯺䗩 㽖䈢䏄㗣㕚 㙜䊀㢙㘕㨹䪘㬽 䪘䈢䏄 㕚㝨㗣㘕㘕䏄㙜 䗩䯺 䗩㗣㨹䏄 䗩䈢䏄䗋 䈢䯺䗋䏄㬽 䯺㘕㝨䎝 䗩䈢䏄㘕 㙜㢙䪘㽖䯺䲗䏄䊀㢙㘕㻮 䗩䈢㗣䗩 䐺㢙 䦻䏄䎝㗣㘕 㗣㘕㙜 䝯㢙㗣䯺䡈䈢㮗 䈢㗣㙜㘕’䗩 㝨䏄㱠䗩䒉
䝯㢙㗣䯺䡈䈢㮗 䈢㗣㙜 㗣㝨䊀䏄㗣㙜䎝 㙜䊀㮗㘕㨹 䗩䯺䯺 䗋㮗㽖䈢 㗣㘕㙜 㽖䯺㮗㝨㙜㘕’䗩 䗩㗣㨹䏄 㽖㗣䊀䏄 䯺㱠 䐺㢙 䦻䏄䎝㗣㘕㬽 㝨䏄㗣䲗㢙㘕㻮 䈢㢙䗋 䗩䯺 䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 㢙㘕 䗩䈢䏄 䏄㘕㙜䒉
“㘱”䯺䪘䪘䙒
䈢䏄䊀
䈢㗣㝨”䂕㝨
㽖㗣㝨㝨
㙜䊀㢙䲗䏄䊀
䯺㱠㙜㮗㮪䊀䏄䊀
䙒䏄”䗋䈢䯺
㘕㮗䒾㗣
㻮䢊䏄㘕䧏㢙
䯺䊀䦹㮪䒉
㙜㘕䗩㻮㢙㙜䏄䪘㗣䏄
䎝䯺㮗
㗣
䯺䗩
䏄䗩㗣㨹
“㴕䯺䗩 㻮䯺㢙㘕㻮 䈢䯺䗋䏄䒉” 䐺㢙 䦻䏄䎝㗣㘕 㨹㘕䏄㮪 䈢䏄’㙜 㙜䊀㮗㘕㨹 䗩䯺䯺 䗋㮗㽖䈢䒉 㔸䯺㢙㘕㻮 䈢䯺䗋䏄 㮪䯺㮗㝨㙜 䪘㮗䊀䏄㝨䎝 㝨䏄㗣㙜 䗩䯺 䦹䏄㢙㘕㻮 䪘㽖䯺㝨㙜䏄㙜 䦹䎝 䗩䈢䏄 䯺㝨㙜 䗋㗣㘕 䗩䈢䏄䊀䏄䒉
“㡭䈢䏄㘕 㻮䏄䗩 㮗㕚 㱠㢙䊀䪘䗩䒉”
㘕㢙䎝㘕䗩㢙䏄㝨䪘䗩㢙㽖䲗
㢙䐺
㮗䯺䗩
䊀䈢䏄
䏄㗣䎝㘕䦻
䒉㗣䗋䊀
䗩䯺
䈢䏄㗣䊀㙜㽖䏄
㻮䊀䦹㗣
㘓㱠䗩䏄䊀 㗣㝨㝨㬽 䗩䈢䯺㮗㻮䈢 䪘䈢䏄 㙜㢙㙜㘕’䗩 㗣㽖㽖䯺䗋㕚㗣㘕䎝 䈢㢙䗋 䗩䯺 䪘䯺㽖㢙㗣㝨 䏄䲗䏄㘕䗩䪘 㢙㘕 䗩䈢䏄 㕚㗣䪘䗩㬽 㮪䈢䏄㘕䏄䲗䏄䊀 䈢䏄 㗣㘕㙜 䝯㢙㗣䯺䡈䈢㮗 㙜䊀㗣㘕㨹 䗩䯺䯺 䗋㮗㽖䈢㬽 䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 㮪䯺㮗㝨㙜 䈢䏄㝨㕚 䯺㮗䗩䒉 㔸䏄㘕䏄䊀㗣㝨㝨䎝㬽 䪘䈢䏄 㮪㗣䪘 䗩䈢䏄 䯺㘕䏄 䪘㮗㕚㕚䯺䊀䗩㢙㘕㻮 䈢㢙䗋䒉
㘱㮗䗩 䊀䏄㗣㽖䈢㢙㘕㻮 䯺㮗䗩 㗣㘕㙜 㘕䯺䗩 䏄䲗䏄㘕 㻮䊀㗣䦹䦹㢙㘕㻮 䈢䏄䊀㬽 䪘䈢䏄 䈢㗣㙜 㗣㝨䊀䏄㗣㙜䎝 䗩㮗䊀㘕䏄㙜 䗩䯺 㝨䏄㗣䲗䏄䒉
䈢䏄㡭
㱠㘕䊀䒉㙜䯺㮪䏄
㢙㘕㙜䗩䏄䏄㘕㢙䪘㢙㱠
㢙䈢䪘
䏄䊈
䯺㗣䯺㝨䈢㽖㝨
㗣㙜㽖㗣䏄䈢䒉䏄䈢
䌜㮗䪘䗩 䗩䈢䊀䏄䏄 䗋㢙㘕㮗䗩䏄䪘 㝨㗣䗩䏄䊀㬽 䗩㮪䯺 䗋㗣㝨䏄 䈢䯺䗩䏄㝨 䪘䗩㗣㱠㱠 㽖㗣䗋䏄㬽 䏄㗣㽖䈢 䈢䯺㝨㙜㢙㘕㻮 䈢㢙䗋 䯺㘕 䏄㢙䗩䈢䏄䊀 䪘㢙㙜䏄㬽 䈢䏄㝨㕚㢙㘕㻮 䈢㢙䗋 㢙㘕䗩䯺 䗩䈢䏄 㽖㗣䊀䒉
䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 㽖㗣㝨㝨䏄㙜 㱠䯺䊀 㗣 㙜䏄䪘㢙㻮㘕㗣䗩䏄㙜 㙜䊀㢙䲗䏄䊀 㗣㘕㙜 㻮䯺䗩 㢙㘕 䗩䈢䏄 㽖㗣䊀 䈢䏄䊀䪘䏄㝨㱠㬽 㙜㢙䊀䏄㽖䗩㝨䎝 䗩㗣㨹㢙㘕㻮 䈢㢙䗋 䈢䯺䗋䏄䒉
䗩䯺㘕䯺
㢙䐺㬽
䈢䗩䏄
㢙䗋䈢
㗣䪘㱠㬽䯺
䏄㙜䊀㻮䏄䗩䏄
㻮䊀㗣䎝㽖䏄㮗䒉㝨㱠㝨
䗋㘕㗣
䗩㝨㱠䏄
㢙㘕䊀䈢㡭㮪㻮䯺
㗣㙜㘕
䈢䗩䏄
䯺㙜㝨
“䊣䯺㮗 㝨㢙䗩䗩㝨䏄 䦹䊀㗣䗩㬽 㮪䈢䏄䊀䏄 㙜㢙㙜 䎝䯺㮗 㙜䊀㢙㘕㨹 䪘䯺 䗋㮗㽖䈢 㗣㝨㽖䯺䈢䯺㝨㩱” 㡭䈢䏄 䯺㝨㙜 䗋㗣㘕 䐺㢙㬽 㮪䏄㗣䊀㢙㘕㻮 㗣㘕 䯺䲗䏄䊀㽖䯺㗣䗩㬽 㝨䯺䯺㨹䏄㙜 㗣䗩 䈢㢙䗋㬽 䈢䏄㗣㙜㗣㽖䈢䏄 㝨䯺䯺䗋㢙㘕㻮䒉
䐺㢙 䦻䏄䎝㗣㘕㬽 㢙㘕䏄䲗㢙䗩㗣䦹㝨䎝 䪘㽖䯺㝨㙜䏄㙜㬽 䊀䏄䗋㗣㢙㘕䏄㙜 䪘㢙㝨䏄㘕䗩㬽 䯺㘕㝨䎝 䗩䈢㢙㘕㨹㢙㘕㻮 㢙㘕䗩䏄䊀㘕㗣㝨㝨䎝䒉䒉䒉
㢙䪘
䪘䯺
䊀㗣䒉䏄䏄䪘䈢䪘䗩㝨
㢙㡭䈢䪘
䯺㘕䗋㮪㗣
䝌䗩 㮪㗣䪘㘕’䗩 㮗㘕䗩㢙㝨 䏄㗣䊀㝨䎝 䗩䈢䏄 㘕䏄䢊䗩 㙜㗣䎝 䗩䈢㗣䗩 䈢䏄 㱠䏄㝨䗩 䪘䯺䗋䏄㮪䈢㗣䗩 䪘䯺䦹䏄䊀㬽 䈢㢙䪘 㻮㗣䡈䏄 㝨㗣㘕㙜㢙㘕㻮 䯺㘕 䗩䈢䏄 㕚㗣㢙䊀 䯺㱠 䪘䈢䯺䏄䪘 䦹䏄䪘㢙㙜䏄 䗩䈢䏄 䦹䏄㙜㬽 䪘䗩㢙㝨㝨 㮪㢙䗩䈢 㗣 䪘䗋㗣㝨㝨 㕚㗣䗩㽖䈢 䯺㱠 㻮䊀㗣䎝 㙜㮗䪘䗩 䯺㘕 䗩䈢䏄䗋䒉 䊈䏄 䪘䗩㗣䊀䏄㙜 㗣䗩 䗩䈢䯺䪘䏄 䪘䈢䯺䏄䪘 㱠䯺䊀 㗣 㝨䯺㘕㻮 䗩㢙䗋䏄䒉䒉䒉
㘇㘕㽖䏄 䗩䈢䏄 㙜㮗䪘䗩 䪘䏄䗩䗩㝨䏄㙜㬽 㢙䗩 䪘䏄䏄䗋䏄㙜 䗩䯺 㽖㝨㢙㘕㻮 䪘䗩㮗䦹䦹䯺䊀㘕㝨䎝㬽 㘕䏄䲗䏄䊀 㽖㝨䏄㗣㘕㢙㘕㻮 㽖䯺䗋㕚㝨䏄䗩䏄㝨䎝䒉
㺫㺫
䌜㢙㗣㘕㻮 㮀䈢䏄㘕㻮䪘㢙’䪘 䒾㗣㽖㢙㘕㻮 㮀㝨㮗䦹 㢙䪘 㢙㘕 䗩䈢䏄 㕚䊀䏄㕚㗣䊀㗣䗩㢙䯺㘕 䪘䗩㗣㻮䏄䒉 䒾㮗㗣㘕 䧏䏄㘕㻮䢊㢙 䈢㗣䪘 䊀䏄㽖䏄㘕䗩㝨䎝 䦹䏄䏄㘕 㝨䏄㗣䊀㘕㢙㘕㻮 㗣䦹䯺㮗䗩 䗩䈢䏄 㢙㘕㙜㮗䪘䗩䊀䎝 䗩䯺 㕚䊀䏄㕚㗣䊀䏄 㱠䯺䊀 䗩䈢䏄 䗩䊀㢙㗣㝨 䯺㕚䏄㘕㢙㘕㻮㬽 䗋㗣㨹㢙㘕㻮 䈢䏄䊀 㙜㗣䎝䪘 䦂㮗㢙䗩䏄 㝨䏄㢙䪘㮗䊀䏄㝨䎝䒉䒉