That night, Lin Jun and others continued to wait after receiving Zhai Yao's promise. Even though Lin Jun was anxious about the Buddha, he could only pray for the time being. Doing dirty work in this place and wanting to escape unstoppable, it depends on the skills and the face.

...

Early the next morning, everyone had just gotten up. Lin Jun brushed his teeth while seeing many off-road vehicles coming in from the Dark Blue Headquarters, and all of them were printed with famous TV stations from various countries.

"Fuck! Isn't that a domestic media? Hey, what's it called? New society isn't it?" After seeing the Chinese, Yang said excitedly at the several cars in front.

"...So you can do it! Then the fuck is Xinhua News Agency. Try not to talk in the future, can you?" Bobo cursed with a squinted look.

"Didn't I not have returned to China for several years? I almost forgot everything at home." Yang sighed.

"...You did it." Lin Jun cursed with a squinted look.

"Let's go, don't be moji, go down and take a look!" Yang pulled Lin Jun and Bobo and walked downstairs.

...

Twenty minutes later, Zhai Yao was in a straight suit and stood under the long gun and short cannon. The Deep Blue Headquarters obviously knew in advance that there were media coming today, so a simple media interview station was built in the center of the courtyard.

"...Mr. Zhai, as far as I know, after you graduated from university, you started to run charity and international rescue businesses. But in just a few years, you managed a rescue club with a scale of less than 100 people to such a scale! I would like to ask you, where did your development funds come from?" Domestic reporters took the lead in asking.

"Haha, the scale of Deep Blue was not developed by me!" Zhai Yao smiled reservedly.

"That's it?" asked a foreign journalist in English.

"It is my motherland, countless entrepreneurs who care about charity, and care about it, helped us develop together!" Zhai Yao replied with almost no pause.

The Chinese and domestic media below immediately applauded thunderously, just like rehearsing.

"Did Deep Blue's capital maintenance only come from charitable donations, but no basic profit?" asked the foreign reporter in confusion.

"My Deep Blue International Rescue Association will never make profits. Only quota subsidies are issued to volunteers, and all employees participating in the rescue mission come here spontaneously. We are committed to building an aircraft carrier called the Liaoning in the international humanitarian rescue cause!" Zhai Yao replied with an extremely domineering attitude.

The applause continues to thunderously.

The interview ended less than 20 minutes later, and a large number of reporters followed Zhai Yao to visit the refugee relief center, and the infrastructure and living conditions of the refugee relief center in Syria deeply shocked the foreign media.

The refugee relief area has white walls and good lighting. Each room has regular beds and neatly stacked with tofu blocks. Although the environment inside the house seems a bit crowded, the infrastructure is complete, with bathrooms, TVs, entertainment facilities, etc., and even air humidifiers are equipped! In addition, young refugees of school age also have simple daily cultural course training, while teachers are local and domestic.

After visiting the basic area, the reporters also enjoyed lunch with the refugees. The tabletop was filled with Chinese and bay-style meals, and everyone picked up the tableware and jingled. A 10-year-old boy, dark-skinned, was struggling to eat beef tenderloin pizza with chopsticks, his mouth was covered with oil stains and his white teeth were grinning, and he smiled like a flower.

"Oh, Mai Ka, God, is this the life that refugees should have?! This is more comfortable than the life of the president!" a foreign intern reporter with freckles on his face said in amazement.

"Ha ha!"

After the translation made another statement, laughter suddenly erupted in the room.

The camera focuses, leaving behind precious pictures.

Lin Jun, Yang, and Bobo followed the army and had lunch. When the three of them chatted, Lin Jun sighed in admiration: "This Zhai Yao has really done some personnel!! Damn, it's not that there are no good people in China. It turns out that all the good people have come abroad, haha!"

"…!" The other two were slapping and didn't reply at all.

...

afternoon.

After the reporters left, Zhai Yao told Lin Jun that the other party proposed a transaction today, asking for a $50,000 first, and then return the Buddha and the items. The transaction location was a refugee camp under the Deep Blue Rescue Headquarters.

Lin Jun was immediately delighted when he heard the news. Then he quickly rushed to the transaction location with Qian, Yang and Bobo.

It was almost evening, and it was still dusk, and Lin Jun, Yang, Bobo, drove a Wrangler to a refugee camp under the Deep Blue.

After the car drove into the yard, Yang, Bobo and Lin Jun were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

Two or three wooden houses and steel frames support canvas, which are extremely simple tents. Most of the surrounding buildings collapse. Only places with employee areas printed are relatively good residential buildings.

The refugee was timid and covered in dust and dirt, sitting in a circle, waiting for the meal to start.

A Chinese chef, carrying a pot of vegetable soup, walked out of the workshop with a big stroll, then yelled with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Damn it, don't look at me!"

"Crash!"

The chef put the soup on the ground, and the refugees lined up to collect the food. At this time, another middle-aged man walked out of the door of the kitchen workshop. He bit the beef pie in his mouth and said with a smile: "I will take a rest tomorrow. Do you want to bring something...!"

Before he could finish his words, a very thin little boy rushed up like crazy, pulled off a piece of pie from the chef's hand, then lowered his head and bit it wildly, swallowing it.

"Oh, fuck you!!" The chef was furious and kicked the child on the waist. Then he picked up the wooden stick for carrying water at the door and slapped it on the child!

The middle-aged man beat him very hard, and he was completely a desperate method. After three or four sticks, the little boy's back was red, swollen, bruised, and blood came out of his head!

"Okay, don't beat me up! It's troublesome to kill me!" Another person advised.

"Fuck your mother, are you giving you food?" The middle-aged man holding the stick pointed at the little boy and scolded: "You deserve to starve to death like this! You can't even drink the soup tomorrow!"

The little boy almost lost his pie in two bites. Seeing that the middle-aged man stopped beating him, he immediately patted the dust on his body and limped back to the crowd.

"Who are you looking for?" The middle-aged man turned around and saw Lin Jun and others.

"Headquarters, come here to do business. I have notified you before." Lin Jun frowned and replied, then followed the middle-aged man to the work area, and asked, "Why is this so different from the refugee camp at the headquarters?"

"Haha, were you just here?" middle-aged man smiled.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jun was stunned.

"Fuck, there are performances, and here are people who save people." Middle-aged man curled his lips and replied: "How can we make money if the media doesn't promote it?"

"Can they eat enough?" Lin Jun asked again.

"Whose son will die or not?" Middle-aged man threw down his words and took Lin Jun into the house.

...

That night, Lin Jun handed over the money through the middleman, but the next day, the militants who arrested the Buddha asked for another price of 100,000 yuan, but they did not release anyone at all!

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!