"But, I think it's not enough!" Haitang sighed lightly and said, "Although I have done a lot, I always feel that what I have done is only a drop in the bucket. The people here are in great need of help!"
"Don't be stupid, you have done enough. If you continue like this, it will not have any effect!" Huang Ting began to enlighten Haitang. She had to enlighten Haitang, saying: "What they lack here is not gifts, what they lack is change. .Teaching people how to fish is worse than teaching them how to fish, do you understand?”
"Of course I understand!" Haitang nodded.
Afterwards, the group of people left the Tula tribe, but when Haitang was at the gate of the Tula tribe, she discovered something shocking. On the dry firewood at the gate of the Tula tribe, there was a white streak floating in the air.
The handkerchief looked so familiar to Haitang. Most people would not pay attention to such a thing. After all, it was very likely that someone from the Tula tribe accidentally left it here. However, Haitang paid attention to it because this thing was too special.
Familiar.
Haitang walked there step by step, then reached out and took the handkerchief from the pile of dry firewood. On it was a begonia flower clearly embroidered with gold thread. Haitang was stunned for a moment, and she understood immediately.
Who is this murderous demon widely circulated in Africa, this demon who massacred thousands of tribesmen in one breath? Looking at this handkerchief, there was a trace of bright red blood on one corner. Tears immediately filled Haitang's eyes.
, his face turned pale, and he said: "No, no, it must not be him, it must not be him!"
"Haitang, what's wrong with you?" Huang Ting hurriedly walked up and saw Haitang motionless there.
"I...I'm fine!" Haitang shook her head hurriedly, but as soon as she shook her head, the tears in her eyes immediately fell. She looked at Huang Ting and said, "Sister Huang, can you let me go back to the country?"
"How can that be done? You have too many things to do now that you have returned to Hong Kong!" Huang Ting immediately shook her head and said: "The company has invested so much money for you in the early stage, and now it is time to start recovering the cost. Also,
The votes for the home singer of the South African Olympics have come out, and you have undoubtedly reached the top spot with 100,000 votes, so you still have to rush back to prepare the theme song for the Olympics. Haitang, you have no time, do you understand?"
"But..." Haitang lowered her head slightly, holding the handkerchief tightly, as if her heart was bleeding. She was not sad because Xiaohu slaughtered nearly a thousand people, but because the handkerchief was stained with blood.
Moreover, because there were a large number of militiamen patrolling everywhere, she began to worry about Xiaohu's safety. She even thought that Xiaohu was injured.
"Stop it, Haitang, as a newcomer, I have to say something nice about you. You are too willful. If you want it, you can do it. If you want it, do it. You said you wanted to come to an African charity concert.
Okay, the company agreed to you, how much time did you spend here? How much money did the company lose? Now you say you want to return to China? How can that be done?" Huang Ting looked at Haitang slightly seriously, she didn't
He used a too harsh tone to lecture, but calmly said to Haitang: "Although you have achieved results now, you can't act arbitrarily like this, right?"
Haitang also understood that she was indeed too willful in the matter of her trip to Africa. After all, this kind of thing was a charity and had no benefit to the company at all. So, Haitang felt guilty, she nodded and said: "Okay
