Children were a very magical thing.
How magical?
In fact, those who could ask this question had probably never seen those magical children. The magical thing about children was that they were fearless.
The ignorant were fearless. This sentence was reflected to the maximum extent on children. They dared to catch all kinds of insects in their hands and show it to you.
They dared to do anything that adults did not dare to do and were unwilling to do, including rolling in the mud. It was worth mentioning that the water in the mud came from the children's own excretory system.
The children in Najalil were similar. Every child in the orphanage was a little mud egg.
The director of the orphanage was a woman who looked to be in her fifties. She was wearing clothes that had been washed until they were white.
She stood with the children a little timidly, facing the foreigners who got out of the car.
Yesterday evening, the local police chief found her and told her that a big shot from abroad would come to visit the children and donate some things, so that she could prepare in advance.
She had done her best to prepare. She took out the clothes that she usually could not bear to wear and put them on, but she was still careless.
In the blink of an eye, those clean children became little mud eggs again. She was a little scared.
Under the witness of the reporters, the public, and the cameras, Lynch walked to the timid director and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Madam Director."
The director stretched out her hand and looked. In fact, her hand was very clean. At least, there was no dust with the naked eye. However, she was still worried and put her hand behind her back. She rubbed it hard before shaking Lynch's hand. "Me too, Sir."
Her voice was very gentle. In fact, there were times when she was angry, especially when those disobedient children made her mentally and physically exhausted.
Lynch felt her uneasiness and quickly let go of her hand. Then, he looked at the people around him and introduced them to these people. "Before I came here, I learned a very touching story."
The people around Lynch, the police chief, some of the local cadres, the staff sergeant, and some people in his company all showed an expression of listening attentively.
The reporters were also writing furiously. Fortunately, Lynch's pronunciation was still considered accurate, and it was clear that they would not run out of time.
The crowd outside the door, as well as the people riding on the wall, were all looking at Lynch. They were all curious as to what Lynch, a foreigner, was going to say.
"In order to take care of these children, Madam Director has not gotten married until now. This is very noble and touching, so I came today."
"In today's society, whether it's the Bailey Federation or the United Kingdom of Nagalar, there will always be some people who silently contribute everything they have to society in places we can't see."
"They don't want anyone to be touched by their silent efforts, including themselves. They only think that this is their responsibility, their obligation."
"They are like torches, lighting up the darkest corners for us and sending warmth into the abyss of despair."
"Their actions made me see my insignificance. They are giants in the spiritual world, and I am just a 'small person'."
"I can't be like them, but I respect them. I respect their attitude, their actions, and their sense of responsibility."
"I can only use my own way to help them, and also to help more people who need my help!"
Lynch's words were not for the director, nor were they for the ruling class around him. He was explaining to the reporters and the ordinary people how he was different from other foreigners.
"I want to donate a lot of things to the orphanage. Some daily necessities, food, I hope these can help them."
Not far away, the trucks were being unloaded. The workers moved very slowly, as if they were afraid that others could not see them.
As boxes after boxes of things were moved out, the people kept exclaiming, especially when some of the food and meat were moved out. There was even the sound of saliva being swallowed around the orphanage.
Many people might only be able to eat meat a few times a year. If the bugs, rats, and wild dogs were not counted as' meat ', then they might only be able to eat it once or twice, or even twice or thrice a year.
There were also bags of wheat kernels and gray flour. These things were full of temptation.
After showing his' generosity 'for a while, Lynch's voice pulled the people's attention back.
"In addition to these, I will also build no less than 20 hope schools locally and in all the cities in the province."
"These schools will provide opportunities for children of the right age to go to school for free. They will not need to pay a penny to enter the school for education."
If Lin Qi's words about donating to the orphanage had only made people feel a slight fluctuation in their emotions, then this sentence immediately changed the emotions of the people outside.
The reporters were also stunned by this news. The ruling class of Najalil was a typical example of a stingy person.
They gathered the wealth of the society and pocketed it, but they never thought of giving back to the society. They never provided any valuable and effective medical and educational services.
Even some of the public facilities they built became a kind of venue used to distinguish the classes.
Only those in the ruling class, the privileged class, could enter the public facilities and enjoy the 'public' services and equipment.
No one had ever mentioned free education. If the number of schools had not become a kind of assessment standard, the management class of some backward areas would not have wanted to build schools.
If Lynch's words were not a lie, the people would have cheered for this news.
People loudly asked if Lynch meant what he said, when he would build the school, or if he was just saying …
Knowledge could change one's fate. This was never a lie, whether it was in the Federation or in Najalil. Although sometimes people misunderstood the meaning of this sentence.
At this time, Lynch suddenly lowered his head. The eyes of the others also followed his action and looked at his lower body.
A child of about two or three years old, or maybe three or four years old. He was dirty, and it was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl. He was bare-chested and wore a pair of shorts that were obviously trimmed.
He was not wearing shoes. Consumables like shoes were a very luxurious thing for children. His left foot stepped on Lynch's shiny leather shoe.
A black, dirty little foot. Even ordinary people would not think that it was clean or cute. He had dirtied Mr. Lynch's leather shoe.
What was even more frightening was that one of his dirty little hands was grabbing onto Lin Qi's pants.
Would he suffer?
Seeing the rapid change of expression on the police chief's face and the different changes of expression on the faces of the people around Lynch, everyone was worried about the child.
Lynch's hand had already reached out to the child. People could almost imagine him lifting the child up and throwing him away!
This was their understanding of foreigners. They loved cleanliness, hated dirty children, and would get angry over small things.
The people prayed that no bad things would happen. The dean wanted to explain something, but she was stopped by someone.
But … the scary scene did not happen. Lynch touched the child's head and then squatted down. Under the shocked gaze of the people, he picked up the child!
He did not push him away, he did not hit him, he did not scold him and ask him to go away. He only squatted down and picked up the child.
He looked at those who had lost their composure calmly, including the dean. He chuckled softly. "I did not have time to say earlier. The reason why I named these schools' Hope 'is because they will become the hope of us, of Najalil, of a famous race."
"Children can learn more advanced knowledge from a young age. They understand this world better than we do. They hold the opportunity to change their destiny."
"It will not only change their own destiny. Their families, the entire race and country, everyone's destiny will change little by little."
"So I named them 'Hope Schools'. They are the torch of hope, the flame that carries the hope of this race."
Lin Qi stroked the face of the child in his arms which was covered with a layer of mud. "This is the tinder, this is the future …"
His words were thought-provoking and touching. The dean thanked God for sending someone to save her and the children. The reporters were also touched. Except for those around Lynch, everyone seemed to be touched.
Of course, at such a touching moment, there were still people who nitpicked.
"Mr. Lynch, I noticed that you only donated some worthless things. Don't a rich man like you intend to donate some money?"
There was a bitter sarcasm and ridicule in his tone. Food and daily necessities were indeed very important and expensive to ordinary people. But to the rich, these were not valuable things.
The sergeant took a step forward and was about to ask someone to find this person, but Lynch stopped him.
He was still holding the child. He turned to face the door and the ordinary people on both sides of the wall. These people were also looking at him.
He was not afraid at all. His eyes were open. "That's a good question. I'm willing to answer."
"There's a saying in my hometown, 'Wealth not only makes people strive, but it also makes people fall.'"
"Donating money to the dean and these children, to an orphanage without men and security, is a very stupid thing to do. It will only become an incentive for some people to go down the path of crime."
"But food and daily necessities will not!"
"Some of you won't kill people just because you stole a bite of food, but stealing money will make some of you do that!"
"I'm not stingy with that insignificant amount of money. I just don't want to get hurt or even lose my life because of money."
A reporter at the side could not help but praise, "You're really a kind sir!"