Chapter 92: Do you understand what hard food means? What kind of money should I give? Lafayette gave it to me!
Although there were not many pedestrians on the road, they all cast strange looks.
There is only one thought in their minds, what is wrong with this man?
What's the difference between yelling something weird in Chinese on the street and "pooping in the street"?
Parker scratched his head and looked confused: "Brother, what did you mean by what you just said?"
"Is this some kind of pre-meal prayer ceremony that your believers in Daxia have to perform??"
In the Western world, many believers will give thanks before eating. Instead of thanking themselves for their hard work or the hard-working farmers, they would rather thank 'God' for the food they have given them.
Although Parker said he could not understand this kind of behavior, he respected other people's choices.
"Parker, Daxia is not religious."
Buller's face darkened. Could it be that all the books he asked him to read were in vain?
Then he continued to explain: "Ordinary people in Daxia only depend on who gives out more eggs or who gives better meals on weekends. It is different from the believers we understand."
Others have to worship gods to be useful and pray every day to bless them with wealth and good luck. If God doesn't rain, then it's God's fault.
It's not like here, where you have to pray and pay tithes, only to be told that you're not pious enough.
In comparison, Buhler felt that the environment in Daxia was truly religious.
"Because, I begged for food again, this is my 'praise'."
Although he didn't understand much of Buller's spoken language that was mixed with various kinds of 'professional English', the man named the lecturer seemed to hear that they were wondering why they were shouting loudly.
Of course, he also repeated these explanations more than once.
"Begging?" Parker twitched his lips: "Have you been eating relief food and welfare? Don't you plan to work?"
"And if you eat too much of this, you will get sick."
The taste of these relief foods is not good. They are basically goods with an expiry date. Merchants are too lazy to deal with them so they distribute them as relief foods, and they can also offset a large amount of tax.
Even he and Buller would not eat this kind of food if they didn't have to. Who knows if they will get sick from it tomorrow?
"Sick? What are you afraid of? I have a white card and there is no charge for medical treatment!"
"The white card is just a prepayment. You will still have to pay the bills for medical treatment in the future."
Buller seemed to think he didn't quite understand Eagle Sauce's medical system.
The white card is just a decoration, because most diseases do not allow free treatment, but include doctor's consultation fees, etc., which also require you to pay the bill. After seeing the doctor, the bill will be sent directly to your home.
Maybe the doctor didn't even prescribe you any medicine, just chatted with you for fifteen minutes and touched your waist, and then sent you a medical bill worth US$5,670.
Therefore, Yingjiang people can basically avoid going to the hospital. If they don’t have medical insurance, they dare not go to the doctor. If they faint on the street, they have to pray to passers-by not to call an ambulance, otherwise they will go bankrupt.
However, upon hearing this well-intentioned persuasion, the man named 'Lecturer' in front of him smiled calmly: "Why should I pay it back? Lafayette already gave it to me, so why should I pay it?"
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"Unless you let Yingjiang return all the property that was plundered from Daxia."
"Hey, you seem to be right." The two of them suddenly took a breath of air.
After this series of punches, the logic does seem to be impeccable?
At that time, Yingjiang was also a member of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, and there were still many looted cultural relics in the museum in New York. You asked the Daxia people to pay back the money, but you didn't have to return the looted cultural relics first?
Listen to this.
Parker looked as if he had discovered a new world: "Boy, you are different from many Daxia people I know."
"I like your "straightforward" speech."
The two black and white evil spirits looked at him with appreciative eyes.
Parker had met many illegal immigrants from Daxia before, but each one of them extremely 'worshipped' Yingjiang. He just couldn't stand these people. As a Yingjiang person who had lived for more than twenty years, how could he still... Don’t they understand Eagle Sauce?
"Goodbye, I'm going to see if there is free milk in the shelter in the city, and I can charge my mobile phone by the way." The lecturer hurriedly walked to the next destination with the food in his arms.
They are all free anyway, so he must choose the most delicious food among them that can be eaten in his stomach.
Looking at his retreating back, Buller murmured to himself: "Is this the real lowest level of existence for Eagle-chan?"
Originally, he thought that the living conditions of himself and Parker were bad enough.
But I never expected that there are people outside the world, there are people outside the world, and there are still such a group of people relying on the worst-quality social welfare to survive?
"Parker, it's time for us to take action." Buller's eyes flashed.
"Let's make it ourselves, a new Eagle Sauce!!"
Change begins in the small town of Livermore.
It's nine o'clock in San Francisco, and the entire city is jam-packed with constant traffic.
Every road and every alley is filled with the sound of various trumpets.
"Lucy, stop playing now and go to the consulate to apply for a visa."
Lu Ze held her hand and walked through the streets.
At this moment, his heart was full of helplessness. Why was Lucy just like a husky, disappearing as soon as she let go of her hand at a certain place?
"Lu Ze, this candied haws on a stick is delicious. Eat it and see." Lucy said vaguely.
At this time, she was holding a bunch of candied haws in her left hand and an ice cream in her right hand. The superposition of the double desserts gave an invincible taste bud stimulation.
Twenty minutes later. The two held hands and walked into the Daxia Consulate together.
Since it is not a holiday or peak period, there are not many people handling business at the consulate.
Even the visa process is very simple. It is nothing more than submitting some materials and application forms. After all, in today's barren Daxia, no one will go there to work illegally.
Unless it is difficult to obtain a work visa, it is generally easy to pass the review for a tourist visa.
However, when the visa officer looked at the asset certificate submitted by Lucy, he then looked at Lu Ze next to him.
"The young ones are terrible."
With this asset, let alone traveling to Daxia, even investing in building a factory would be a hundred welcome.
"The tourist visa date is: June 15th to July 15th. Within this month, you can use your passport to stay in Daxia."
"Finally done!"
Taking her passport, Lucy took a long breath and looked at Lu Ze with a happy face: "Shall we go to Chinatown to eat Chinese food?"
There are so many delicious food in Chinatown here in San Francisco. If she doesn’t eat, wouldn’t she come here in vain?
"Okay, let's go eat now."
Lu Ze touched Lucy's head. If she didn't let her have a big meal, she probably wouldn't want to go home.
Turn around and leave.
Staring at the two figures, the visa officer looked at Lu Ze with even more respect.
Depending on the situation, between the two of them, or is it the man who occupies the dominant position?
Is this the legendary hard-to-eat meal? Is this Uncle Da’s true disciple?
at the same time.
Daxia, in the office of the president of Xia Academy of Sciences.
It was already evening, but the whole house was still brightly lit.
Zheng Lixing showed a hint of anxiety: "Old Zhang, how is this going?"
"As for the national student food subsidy plan, the higher authorities have initially approved it."
A smile appeared on Zhang Yuli's face and he nodded.
After communicating with the 'mysterious organization' this morning, he immediately made a plan for 'food subsidies' and submitted it to the superiors, and it was approved within a few hours.
After all, Daxia has always preferred to solve all matters related to the 'mysterious organization' seriously and quickly. What's more, this plan has reached tens of millions of poor students across the country, so it will be passed faster.
"That's good." President Zheng Li took a breath and poured himself a cup of tea slowly: "The next step is how to implement this subsidy plan."
"The 'Mysterious Organization' will probably send someone over soon, so we have to act as soon as possible."
If not.
Others have given that 'gift' to Daxia, but I have to wait a long time before launching the 'food subsidy for poor students' program. Is that still a return gift?
"Well, I have already notified several important departments, and I believe there will be results soon."
Zhang Yuli then said: "But the superiors have changed part of the content and added two or three points."
"What have been changed?" Zheng Lixing paused, with curiosity in his words.
"RMB 80 billion has been added to the original amount, and the scope has been expanded to cover poor college students across the country, not just poor primary and secondary school students. Each person has a nutritious and caring lunch every day, a long-term plan that lasts for ten years."
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"This is good."
Zheng Lixing responded repeatedly.
If the previous plan was only for primary and secondary school students and not college students, it was indeed not thoughtful enough. Daxia could still come up with the extra 80 billion yuan by gritting its teeth.
College students are around the age of eighteen or nineteen, and these people are generally far away from their hometowns and hometowns.
Even if many students in poor mountainous areas receive living stipends, they will not use them for food and drink. Instead, they will save them or buy some daily necessities.
A nutritious lunch every day is also very important to them.
After solving this major matter, Zheng Lixing obviously felt much more relaxed and happy. He happily took out a cigarette and started smoking in the office.
Exhaling a smoke ring, he looked at Zhang Yuli: "Do you want to inform that guy Lao Zhao now about the technology of the C-5M 'Super Galaxy' transport aircraft?"
After acquiring the technology, the two of them had been thinking about how to 'return the gift' and how to implement the national subsidy program for poor students, but they did not have time to pay attention to the transport aircraft technology.
Now that the return gift matter has been dealt with.
So now, it is time to prepare to build a super large transport aircraft belonging to Daxia.
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