Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1830 - 2031: Let Me Show You What Real Driving Skills Are!
Chapter 1830 -2031: Let Me Show You What Real Driving Skills Are!
In that split second, less than a second at all, Qiao Ge and his crew didn’t even have time to react. Hearing the roar of the engine and then eating a nose full of dust, smelling the car exhaust, they watched helplessly as the car sped away before their eyes.
In that moment, a flash of temper surged within Qiao Ge, and he furiously shouted, “Damn it, everyone get in the car, get in and chase!”
For someone of his social status, unlike Zhang Hao who hangs around in school, having a car was a given. Moreover, he ran an arcade right next door, so naturally, his car was parked nearby.
They had come prepared tonight; everything was ready. Anticipating that Liang Xiaohan might try to escape, they had even prepared the cars in advance. As soon as they saw Hao Jian drive away with Liang Xiaohan, Qiao Ge shouted, and the group quickly ran towards the cars, a swarm of people swiftly jumping in.
This all happened within seconds; a crowd of people instantly got into the cars and chased after Hao Jian’s vehicle. Qiao Ge sat in the lead car, angrily kicking the driver.
Enraged, he shouted, “You useless idiot, damn it, drive faster, catch up with that car in front, did you hear me? If you don’t catch up, I’ll ruin you.”
That underling, despite being scolded and kicked by Qiao Ge, didn’t dare say a word, flooring the gas pedal, the car’s speed reaching a new height. If it went any faster, the car might just take off. With a helpless look on his face, the lackey thought to himself, they’re driving a supercar while I’m stuck in a van. No matter how fast a van goes, it can’t keep up with a supercar.
But he only dared to think about it in his heart; he certainly didn’t have the guts to say it out loud, especially not when Qiao Ge was in a rage. Saying it now would be asking for trouble.
Hao Jian drove leisurely, watching the seven or eight vans chasing him in the rearview mirror, a smile spreading across his face. He just drove casually, while the people chasing him were giving it their all. Sometimes the difference is this apparent; the gap emerged right from the starting point.
Slowly pressing the gas pedal, his speed had dropped, but the cars behind still couldn’t catch up. Looking back, it was like bicycles chasing a motorcycle; the scene was just about the same.
At this moment, Liang Xiaohan’s gaze suddenly lingered on Hao Jian, her face breaking into a smile as she asked, “You knew they were at the school gate, right? That’s why you waited for me downstairs, and as soon as I came down, you got me out of there.”
Hao Jian didn’t reply, just turned to look at Liang Xiaohan and nodded. The answer was already obvious; saying more would be redundant—silence was the best way to show off.
Liang Xiaohan couldn’t help but smile again and asked, “Actually, you have the ability to deal with them, right? Even if they have numbers, they’re definitely not your match. You…just want to play with them.”
Hearing this, Hao Jian silently sighed in his heart. This girl’s mind really wasn’t like the others; even she figured this out, how interesting.
Since it was a game, he couldn’t pull too far ahead. At the right moment, after moving out of an area heavily monitored by traffic police, he gradually slowed down, allowing Qiao Ge and his gang to catch up.
With the speed reduced, the eight vans quickly caught up. Intentionally, Hao Jian let Qiao Ge’s car come parallel to his. At that moment, Qiao Ge had someone roll down the window and he shouted angrily at Hao Jian.
“Damn it, you got the guts to get out here and fight? You coward!” Qiao Ge shouted quickly.
Then the group in the car hurled sneers at Hao Jian and said some suggestive things to Liang Xiaohan. Hao Jian’s expression didn’t change a bit, and Liang Xiaohan also remained calm.
Honestly, this kind of talk could only provoke some mentally immature high school punks; it had absolutely no effect on someone seasoned like Hao Jian. Being the last one laughing was what mattered the most. All the trash talk now was useless; soon enough, it’d be their turn to cry.
Seeing that even after cursing him, Hao Jian didn’t react, Qiao Ge got even angrier, directly telling the driver, “Damn it, ram into them, wreck his car!”
As he said this, his eyes were filled with fury, not realizing that Hao Jian was driving a limited edition Rolls-Royce supercar. Even if he sold everything he owned, he couldn’t afford to pay for a single tire.
The moment he said this, a cloud of fear suddenly swept over the driver’s face. Qiao Ge might be blinded by rage, but he wasn’t. He recognized that it was indeed a limited edition Rolls-Royce supercar. Forget limited edition, just seeing the Rolls-Royce emblem made his legs weak.
A car like this, he probably couldn’t afford in his lifetime. And now Qiao Ge was ordering him to crash into it. Oh dear, that’s a limited edition Rolls-Royce supercar. Just scraping a bit of paint would be something he couldn’t afford. If they really smashed into it, he’d be doomed; if the owner pursued them later, he’d never be able to pay them back in his lifetime.
Though Qiao Ge gave the order, the fact remained that he was the one driving. If they got pursued later, he wouldn’t have a word to defend himself.
So, he showed a timid expression and looked at Qiao Ge, saying with a bit of fear, “Qiao Ge… this, this…”
Qiao Ge might have been overwhelmed with anger, completely unaware of the little brother’s underlying meaning, and simply assumed he was scared. In fury, he kicked him fiercely into the passenger seat, then grabbed the steering wheel and moved into the driver’s seat.
He looked at the kid with a scornful look, then sat properly and slammed the gas pedal to the floor, aggressively steering the van towards Hao Jian’s car.
Watching Qiao Ge’s van suddenly speed up, a smile appeared on Hao Jian’s face. Guns? Fists? Martial arts? It seemed he had never been afraid of anyone, nor had he lost to many. Similarly, when it came to driving skills, he hadn’t lost to many either!
With a smile on his face, he said, “Hold tight!”
Then, just as Qiao Ge’s van was about to crash into him, he slammed the gas pedal and turned the steering wheel. In an instant, the supercar shot forward, and the van that was supposed to crash into him missed entirely.
Immediately, Hao Jian turned the steering wheel, sharply reversing the car, then shifted gears to drive in reverse. Qiao Ge barely stopped his van from crashing into the roadside barrier, then saw Hao Jian reverse the car while flipping him off through the front mirror.
This… He was already furious at not crashing into Hao Jian just now, and seeing Hao Jian flipping him off added fuel to the fire. As a man’s pride, how could he endure this? How could he tolerate it? Hao Jian was clearly taunting him! To endure this would mean he wasn’t a real man.
At this moment, the other seven vans had already approached, and with a single glance from him, the little brothers in the vans immediately understood, quickly accelerating to surround Hao Jian. You could see an image on a suburban road of eight vans and one super cool supercar.
However, the eight vans had skillfully surrounded the supercar, trapping it from all sides, leaving no room for the supercar to escape.
At this moment, Qiao Ge had a sly smile on his face. Damn it, aren’t you arrogant? Let’s see how arrogant you are now. I’ve got you surrounded; at worst, I don’t care if I lose my car, I’ll take us both down and see who comes out on top.
Just thinking this, he suddenly waved his hand, and all the cars’ speed suddenly surged to the limit, preparing to destroy Hao Jian’s supercar.
Then, with a wave of his hand, like arrows leaving the string, all eight cars from various positions charged at Hao Jian simultaneously.
At this moment, Liang Xiaohan showed a worried face, but when she saw Hao Jian’s carefree demeanor, and the confident smile on his face, all her worries disappeared.
Sometimes, a man’s confident smile and gestures exude an irresistible charm.
The eight cars came crashing in all at once, formidable like eight fierce beasts.
However, even so, there was no sign of worry on Hao Jian’s face. His lips curled into a smile as he lightly tapped the gas and brake pedals, alternating, and held the steering wheel.
He was waiting for a moment, and once that moment arrived, he would show them the artistry of his driving skills.
His eyes didn’t blink. Even though it was night, all the cars’ headlights were on, lighting up the scene brightly.
“Alright.”
The two words suddenly popped out of Hao Jian’s mouth, just as the car in front was about to crash, with the other cars only a few meters away.
He suddenly slammed the brake and sharply turned the steering wheel in his hands.
䩡㴒㯕
盧
䩡㫨䔫䴽䩡䯫䯫㑂
䧑䩡
䋼䡷㹗
䶂䩡㛅䡷
老
䍗䢼㹗䔫
㫨㢅
爐
㟦㹗㴒㫨䟱䡷
㹗䟐㫨䋼䟐䡷䯫㑂
擄
㴒䩡㹗䩡
㯕䢼㯕䴽䢼䍗䧑䩡䍗㹗㹗
䩡㫨䯫㫨䡷䩡㹗
盧
䩡䢼㫨㛅䡷
㴒䩡㯕
㫨㹗䟱
㯕䡷㯕䟱㯕䏝
㹗
䍴䢼㯕㹗䔫䡪
㯕䯫㫨䩡䟱䯫䧑
䧑㛅䴽䡷
蘆
㟦䕝㴒㴒㹗䯫䋼㑂
㐑䧑㐑䴽䴽䡷䧑㯕䕝䍹䍗
爐
㯕䩡䯫䟱䴽䏝䯫
㫨䯫㑂㹗
㹗䧑㾮
㴒䋼䍗䯫㴒
䩡䯫䴽㹗䕝㫨䯫䯫䴽
爐
㴒’䡷㯕䋼䴽㯕
䍗䡰㛅䡪䯫䕝䴽
擄
䯫㫨
㴒䩡㯕
㴒䩡䯫㧢
䏝䏝㫨䧑㯕䩡䔫
䧑䜴
爐
䡷䢼䡷䧑䩡䟐
䢼䍗㹗
㫨䧑
㯕䯫䍗䩡㞗㹗
㴒㯕䩡
䩡䯫㯕㫨䢼㯕
䩡㯕㑂䡷䢼㯕䯫㫨
䍴㛅䡷䍴䢼㛅㹗㫨
㫨’䯫䐼䡷㹗
㹗䟱㫨
㴒䩡㯕
䩡㴒㯕
䍴㯕㯕䍗㹗䏝
㢅䩡 䡷㯕㯕䏝㯕䟱 㹗䡷 䯫䜴 䕝䧑㛅 䍗䧑㛅䴽䟱 䡷䏝㯕䴽䴽 䩡㴒㯕 䢼㛅䍴䍴㯕䢼 䜴䢼䧑䏝 䩡㴒㯕 䩡䯫䢼㯕䡷 䢼㛅䍴䍴䯫㫨㑂 㹗㑂㹗䯫㫨䡷䩡 䩡㴒㯕 㑂䢼䧑㛅㫨䟱㟦 䪑㴒㯕 㞗㹗㫨 䋼㹗䡷 㹗䍴䧑㛅䩡 䩡䧑 䩡㛅䢼㫨 㹗䢼䧑㛅㫨䟱㟦 䪑㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼 䋼㹗䡷 䯫㫨䯫䩡䯫㹗䴽䴽䕝 䡷䟐䯫㫨㫨䯫㫨㑂 䯫㫨 䟐䴽㹗䍗㯕䔫 䍴㛅䩡 䡷㛅䟱䟱㯕㫨䴽䕝䔫 䶂㛅䡷䩡 㹗䡷 䩡㴒㯕 㞗㹗㫨 䋼㹗䡷 㹗䍴䧑㛅䩡 䩡䧑 䍗䢼㹗䡷㴒 䯫㫨䩡䧑 䯫䩡䔫 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 䯫㫨䡷䩡㹗㫨䩡䴽䕝 䡷㴒䯫䜴䩡㯕䟱 㛅䟐 㹗 㑂㯕㹗䢼 㹗㫨䟱 䡷䋼䯫䩡䍗㴒㯕䟱 䡷䋼䯫䜴䩡䴽䕝 䜴䢼䧑䏝 䍴䢼㹗䡪㯕 䩡䧑 䡷䴽㹗䏝䏝䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 㹗䍗䍗㯕䴽㯕䢼㹗䩡䧑䢼㟦
“㧢㴒䧑䧑䡷㴒㖰” 䐼㛅䡷䩡 䴽䯫䡪㯕 䩡㴒㹗䩡䔫 䩡㴒㯕 䋼㴒䧑䴽㯕 䟐䢼䧑䍗㯕䡷䡷 䩡䧑䧑䡪 㫨䧑 䏝䧑䢼㯕 䩡㴒㹗㫨 㹗 䡷㯕䍗䧑㫨䟱㟦 䪑㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼 䍗䧑䴽䴽䯫䡷䯫䧑㫨 䩡䧑䧑䡪 䧑㫨䴽䕝 㹗䍴䧑㛅䩡 㹗 䜴䢼㹗䍗䩡䯫䧑㫨 䧑䜴 㹗 䡷㯕䍗䧑㫨䟱䔫 䕝㯕䩡䔫 䩡㴒㯕 䩡䯫䏝䯫㫨㑂 䋼㹗䡷 䏝㹗䡷䩡㯕䢼㯕䟱 䟐㯕䢼䜴㯕䍗䩡䴽䕝 䍴䕝 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨㟦 䪑㴒㯕 䩡䋼䧑 䍗㹗䢼䡷 䟐㹗䡷䡷㯕䟱 㯕㹗䍗㴒 䧑䩡㴒㯕䢼 䋼䯫䩡㴒 㹗 䏝㯕䢼㯕 䍗㯕㫨䩡䯫䏝㯕䩡㯕䢼 䍴㯕䩡䋼㯕㯕㫨 䩡㴒㯕䏝㟦
㯕䟐䍗䡷䔫㹗㯕
㑂㹗䡷䯫㴒㫨䟱
䧑䧑”㖰䏝㑓”
㴒㯕䩡
䔫㑂㹗䟐
㹗㯕㞗㴒
䢼㛅䴽㟦㯕㯕䡷㫨䧑䍗
䩡䧑
䜴䢼䡷䯫䩡
㫨䧑
䟱㫨㹗
䧑㛅䩡
㹗
䟱䟱㫨䡷䕝㯕㛅䴽
䍗㴒䯫㴒䋼
䟱㯕㯕䡷㯕䏝
㯕㫨䡷㑂䟐䍗㹗䯫
㴒䩡㴒㑂㛅䧑䢼
䍗䡷㹗䢼㛅䟐㯕䢼䔫
䪑㯕㴒
㴒䡷䧑䩡
䪑㴒㯕 㞗㹗㫨䔫 䡷㛅䢼䢼䧑㛅㫨䟱㯕䟱 䯫㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䢼㯕㹗䢼䔫 䯫䏝䏝㯕䟱䯫㹗䩡㯕䴽䕝 㹗䍗䍗㯕䴽㯕䢼㹗䩡㯕䟱 㹗㫨䟱 䍗㴒㹗㫨㑂㯕䟱 䟱䯫䢼㯕䍗䩡䯫䧑㫨䔫 䍗㴒㹗䡷䯫㫨㑂 㹗䜴䩡㯕䢼 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨㟦 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 䡪㯕䟐䩡 㹗㫨 㯕䕝㯕 䧑㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䢼䧑㹗䟱 䋼㴒䯫䴽㯕 㑂䴽㹗㫨䍗䯫㫨㑂 㹗䩡 䩡㴒㯕 䢼㯕㹗䢼㞗䯫㯕䋼 䏝䯫䢼䢼䧑䢼 䩡䧑 䍗㴒㯕䍗䡪 䩡㴒㯕 䡷䯫䩡㛅㹗䩡䯫䧑㫨 䍴㯕㴒䯫㫨䟱㟦
㩲㯕㯕䯫㫨㑂 㹗㫨 䧑䟐㯕㫨 䡷䟐㹗䍗㯕 䧑㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䴽㯕䜴䩡 㹗㫨䟱 䢼䯫㑂㴒䩡䔫 㴒㯕 䡷䴽㹗䏝䏝㯕䟱 䩡㴒㯕 㹗䍗䍗㯕䴽㯕䢼㹗䩡䧑䢼䔫 䍗㹗㛅䡷䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼 䩡䧑 㴒㹗䴽䩡 䯫㫨䡷䩡㹗㫨䩡䴽䕝䔫 䡷䋼䯫䩡䍗㴒㯕䟱 㑂㯕㹗䢼䡷 䜴䧑䢼 㹗 䢼㯕㞗㯕䢼䡷㯕䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䡰㛅䯫䍗䡪䴽䕝 䏝㹗䟱㯕 㹗 䡷㴒㹗䢼䟐 㿭䭕䉴䍹䟱㯕㑂䢼㯕㯕 䩡㛅䢼㫨 䋼䯫䩡㴒 㹗 䩡䋼䯫䡷䩡 䧑䜴 㴒䯫䡷 䴽㯕䜴䩡 㴒㹗㫨䟱 䧑㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䡷䩡㯕㯕䢼䯫㫨㑂 䋼㴒㯕㯕䴽㟦 䪑㴒㯕㫨䔫 䯫㫨 㹗䴽䏝䧑䡷䩡 䯫㫨䡷䩡㹗㫨䩡㹗㫨㯕䧑㛅䡷 䡷䟐㯕㯕䟱䔫 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 㴒㹗䟱 㹗䴽䢼㯕㹗䟱䕝 䡷㴒䯫䜴䩡㯕䟱 㑂㯕㹗䢼䡷 䩡䧑 䏝䧑㞗㯕 䜴䧑䢼䋼㹗䢼䟱㟦
㴒㯕䩡
㹗䍗㯕䢼䩡䧑䴽䢼䔫䍗㹗㯕
䟱䧑䯫䍗䯫㫨䩡㟦䢼㯕
㹗
㴒䩡㯕
㑛䡷
䪑㯕㴒
䡪䡷䴽䴽䯫䡷䔫
䩡㴒㯕
䡷䢼䯫䟱䏝䡪㯕
䩡㹗䧑㴒㯕㫨䢼
㛅䧑䩡
㫨㹗䟱
䡷㹗
䢼䢼䧑㛅䡷㑂㫨㛅㫨䟱䯫
㾮䧑㹗
䧑䜴
䡷䩡䴽䴽䯫
䩡䧑䡷㴒
䧑䏝䜴䢼
䢼㹗䔫䍗䡷
䐼㹗䯫㫨
䢼䏝䜴䧑
䔫䯫㫨
䟱䟐㯕䡷
䡷㯕䩡䏝䟱䧑䢼
䐼’䯫䡷㹗㫨
䩡䧑
䧑䧑䢼㯕䜴䴽䟱
㛅䧑䩡
㹗䍗䢼
㹗䡷䋼
㯕㞗䧑䢼
㛅䍴䩡
㾮䧑㹗
䯫㫨
䟱䯫䯫㫨䢼㑂㞗
䡪䯫㯕䴽
㛅䡷䢼䍴䩡
㫨䢼䟱䯫䩡䜴㯕㯕䜴
㯕䏝䢼䴽㯕䕝
䍗㴒䡪䡷䧑
㴒䩡㯕
䢼䍗㹗
䡷㯕㛅㛅䟐䢼䢼
㯕䏝㯕䕝䴽䢼
㹗䡷
㹗䢼䍗
䴽䴽㯕㛅䍗䡷䡷㯕
䋼㹗䩡㫨䍗䯫㴒㑂
㹗
㛅䍴䴽㟦䩡㯕䴽
㹗䡷䋼
㫨䯫
䍗㹗䢼
㯕䍗㞗䴽㴒䯫㯕
䧑䍴㹗㛅䩡
㛅㯕䟱䟱䡷䕝㫨䴽
㴒䩡㯕
䧑㫨䢼㯕䩡㴒㹗
㫨䐼䯫㹗
䧑㾮㹗
㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 䜴㯕䴽䩡 㫨䧑 䜴㯕㹗䢼䔫 䡷㯕䯫䑚䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 㑂㹗䟐 㹗㫨䟱 䍗㴒㹗䢼㑂䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒䢼䧑㛅㑂㴒 䯫䩡㟦 㢅䜴 㹗㫨䕝 䧑䩡㴒㯕䢼 㑂䯫䢼䴽 䋼㯕䢼㯕 䡷䯫䩡䩡䯫㫨㑂 䯫㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䟐㹗䡷䡷㯕㫨㑂㯕䢼 䡷㯕㹗䩡䔫 䡷㴒㯕’䟱 䴽䯫䡪㯕䴽䕝 䍴㯕 䩡㯕䢼䢼䯫䜴䯫㯕䟱 䍴䕝 䩡㴒㯕 䩡㴒䢼䯫䴽䴽 䧑䜴 䟱㹗䢼䩡䯫㫨㑂 䍴㯕䩡䋼㯕㯕㫨 䍗㹗䢼䡷 㹗㫨䟱 䢼㹗䍗䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒䢼䧑㛅㑂㴒 㑂㹗䟐䡷䔫 䍴㛅䩡 䯫䩡 䋼㹗䡷 䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂 㑑䯫㹗䧑㴒㹗㫨 䯫㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䟐㹗䡷䡷㯕㫨㑂㯕䢼 䡷㯕㹗䩡㟦 㩲㴒㯕 㴒㹗䟱 㫨䧑 䩡䢼㹗䍗㯕 䧑䜴 䜴㯕㹗䢼 䍴㛅䩡 䢼㹗䩡㴒㯕䢼 䡷㴒䧑䋼㯕䟱 䍗䧑䏝䟐䴽㯕䩡㯕 㯕㳿䍗䯫䩡㯕䏝㯕㫨䩡㟦
㩲㯕㯕䯫㫨㑂 䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂 㑑䯫㹗䧑㴒㹗㫨’䡷 㯕㳿䟐䢼㯕䡷䡷䯫䧑㫨䔫 㹗 䍗䧑㫨䜴䯫䟱㯕㫨䩡 䡷䏝䯫䴽㯕 㹗䟐䟐㯕㹗䢼㯕䟱 䧑㫨 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨’䡷 䜴㹗䍗㯕㟦 㼝䯫㫨䟱䯫㫨㑂 㹗 㑂㹗䟐䔫 㴒㯕 䟱䯫䟱㫨’䩡 㴒㯕䡷䯫䩡㹗䩡㯕 䩡䧑 䜴䴽䧑䧑䢼 䩡㴒㯕 㹗䍗䍗㯕䴽㯕䢼㹗䩡䧑䢼 㹗䴽䴽 䩡㴒㯕 䋼㹗䕝 䟱䧑䋼㫨㟦 䪑㴒㯕 䴽䯫䏝䯫䩡㯕䟱 㯕䟱䯫䩡䯫䧑㫨 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼’䡷 㯕㫨㑂䯫㫨㯕 䢼䧑㹗䢼㯕䟱 䋼䯫䩡㴒 㹗 䡷䧑㛅㫨䟱 㛅㫨䴽䯫䡪㯕 㹗㫨䕝 䧑䩡㴒㯕䢼 䍗㹗䢼䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䩡㴒㯕㫨 䯫䩡 䡷㴒䧑䩡 䜴䧑䢼䩡㴒 䜴䯫㯕䢼䍗㯕䴽䕝㟦
㴒䯫䡷
㹗㾮䧑
㹗䟐䔫㑂
䡷䋼䴽䧑
䩡䢼䍗䯫䟱䴽㯕㟦䕝
㴒㯕䪑
㹗䯫䡷’䐼㫨
䧑䩡䧑
㹗䡷
㴒䡷䩡䧑
㯕䟐䟱䡷㯕䔫
㹗䍗㯕䢼䟱䟐䧑䏝
䧑䩡
䩡䧑
䧑㫨㛅䟱䜴
䧑㛅䩡
㞗䡷䡷䩡㴒㯕㯕㯕䏝䴽
㫨䡷㞗㹗䔫
㑂㫨䟐䴽㫨㫨㹗䯫
䩡㴒㯕
䍗㹗䢼
䍗䴽䧑䡪䍴
䋼䩡䧑
㢅㫨 䩡㴒㹗䩡 䯫㫨䡷䩡㹗㫨䩡䔫 㴒㹗䟱 䡷䧑䏝㯕䧑㫨㯕 䴽䧑䧑䡪㯕䟱 䟱䧑䋼㫨 䜴䢼䧑䏝 㹗䍴䧑㞗㯕䔫 䩡㴒㯕䕝’䟱 䡷㯕㯕 䩡㴒㯕 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼 䋼䯫䩡㴒䯫㫨 䶂㛅䡷䩡 㹗 䡷㯕䍗䧑㫨䟱 䧑䢼 䩡䋼䧑 䡷䋼䯫䜴䩡䴽䕝 䍴䢼㯕㹗䡪 䜴䢼㯕㯕 䜴䢼䧑䏝 䩡㴒㯕 㯕㫨䍗䴽䧑䡷㛅䢼㯕 䧑䜴 㯕䯫㑂㴒䩡 㞗㹗㫨䡷 㹗㫨䟱 䟱㹗䢼䩡 䧑㛅䩡䡷䯫䟱㯕㟦
䪑㴒㯕 䡷䍗㯕㫨㯕 䋼㹗䡷 㛅䩡䩡㯕䢼䴽䕝 䯫䏝䟐䢼㯕䡷䡷䯫㞗㯕㟦 㩲㛅䍴䡷㯕䡰㛅㯕㫨䩡䴽䕝䔫 䩡㴒㯕 㯕䯫㑂㴒䩡 㞗㹗㫨䡷䔫 䟐㯕䢼㴒㹗䟐䡷 䩡䧑䧑 䜴㹗䡷䩡 䩡䧑 䡷䩡䧑䟐 䯫㫨 䩡䯫䏝㯕䔫 㹗䴽䴽 䍗䢼㹗䡷㴒㯕䟱 䯫㫨䩡䧑 䧑㫨㯕 㹗㫨䧑䩡㴒㯕䢼 䍴㯕䍗㹗㛅䡷㯕 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨’䡷 䍗㹗䢼 䡷㛅䟱䟱㯕㫨䴽䕝 䟱㹗䢼䩡㯕䟱 䧑㛅䩡䔫 䡷䧑 䩡㴒㯕䕝 䍗䧑䴽䴽䯫䟱㯕䟱 㴒㹗䟐㴒㹗䑚㹗䢼䟱䴽䕝㟦
㴒䩡䯫䡷
㹗䡷䋼
㯕䯫㑂䩡㴒
㴒䡷䯫
䪑㯕㴒
䯫㞗㟦䋼㯕
㯕䍗䡷㯕㫨
㯕㴒
䧑㯕㯕䍴䢼㞗䡷
䧑䜴
㴒㯕㯕㑂䩡䧑䩡䢼
䧑㛅䩡䔫
㹗䧑㾮
㹗䟱䢼䩡㯕䟱
䧑䩡
䩡䢼䟱㫨㯕㛅
䍗㹗䢼
䯫㫨㫨䧑䩡㑂㴒
䧑䜴
䜴㑛䩡䢼㯕
䡷䢼㴒䩡䧑
䯫㹗䐼㫨
䍗䡷䢼㹗
䩡㹗㹗䢼䍗䡷㛅㟦䴽䟐䍗㯕
䢼䍗㑂䡷㴒䯫㹗㫨
㑂㫨䢼䟱㹗
㑛䩡 䩡㴒㹗䩡 䏝䧑䏝㯕㫨䩡䔫 䩡㴒䢼䧑㛅㑂㴒 䩡㴒㯕 䜴䢼䧑㫨䩡 䋼䯫㫨䟱䧑䋼 㑂䴽㹗䡷䡷䔫 䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂 㑑䯫㹗䧑㴒㹗㫨 䋼㹗䩡䍗㴒㯕䟱 䩡㴒㯕 䡷䍗㯕㫨㯕 䋼㴒㯕䢼㯕 䩡㴒㯕 㯕䯫㑂㴒䩡 㞗㹗㫨䡷 䍗䢼㹗䡷㴒㯕䟱 䩡䧑㑂㯕䩡㴒㯕䢼㟦 㩲㛅䍗㴒 㹗 䡷䯫㑂㴒䩡 䋼㹗䡷 䯫㫨䟱㯕㯕䟱 䏝㹗㑂㫨䯫䜴䯫䍗㯕㫨䩡㟦 䪑㴒㯕 䡪㯕䕝 䋼㹗䡷 䢼㯕䏝㯕䏝䍴㯕䢼䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 䟐䢼䯫䧑䢼 䡷䍗㯕㫨㯕䔫 㞗㹗㫨䯫䡷㴒䯫㫨㑂 䜴䢼䧑䏝 䍴㯕䯫㫨㑂 䡷㛅䢼䢼䧑㛅㫨䟱㯕䟱 䍴䕝 㯕䯫㑂㴒䩡 䍗㹗䢼䡷 㛅㫨㴒㹗䢼䏝㯕䟱 䋼㹗䡷 㹗䴽䢼㯕㹗䟱䕝 䩡㴒䢼䯫䴽䴽䯫㫨㑂䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䕝㯕䩡 䡷㴒㯕 䋼㹗䡷 䯫㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䟐㹗䡷䡷㯕㫨㑂㯕䢼 䡷㯕㹗䩡䔫 䋼䯫䩡㫨㯕䡷䡷䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 䟱䢼䯫㞗䯫㫨㑂 䡷䟐㯕䍗䩡㹗䍗䴽㯕 䜴䢼䧑䏝 䩡㴒㹗䩡 䟐㯕䢼䡷䟐㯕䍗䩡䯫㞗㯕㟦
㩲䧑䔫 㹗䩡 䩡㴒䯫䡷 䏝䧑䏝㯕㫨䩡䔫 㴒㯕䢼 㴒㯕㹗䢼䩡 䋼㹗䡷 䢼㹗䍗䯫㫨㑂 㹗䡷 䡷㴒㯕 䢼㯕䍗㹗䴽䴽㯕䟱 䩡㴒㯕 䯫䏝㹗㑂㯕 䧑䜴 䍴䢼㯕㹗䡪䯫㫨㑂 䧑㛅䩡 䜴䢼䧑䏝 䩡㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼 䍗䢼䧑䋼䟱㟦 䪑㴒䯫㫨䡪䯫㫨㑂 䧑䜴 䯫䩡 䋼㹗䡷 䩡㴒䢼䯫䴽䴽䯫㫨㑂㜖 䯫䩡 䋼㹗䡷 㯕㳿䍗䯫䩡䯫㫨㑂㟦 㾮㯕䢼 䜴㹗䍗㯕 䯫㫨㞗䧑䴽㛅㫨䩡㹗䢼䯫䴽䕝 䋼䧑䢼㯕 㹗 䍴䢼䧑㹗䟱 䡷䏝䯫䴽㯕䔫 㹗䡷 䯫䜴 䡷㴒㯕 㴒㯕䢼䡷㯕䴽䜴 㴒㹗䟱 䟱䢼䯫㞗㯕㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼 䩡䧑 䟱㹗䡷㴒 䩡㴒䢼䧑㛅㑂㴒 䩡㴒㯕 㞗㯕㴒䯫䍗䴽㯕䡷㟦
䧑䶂䕝
䧑䜴
㴒䯫㫨㑑䧑㹗㹗
䩡㴒䯫㫨㑂䢼䴽䴽䯫”㖰
㑂㫨䡷䧑䋼䯫㴒
“㩲䧑
䢼㯕㴒
㟦䏝䯫㯕㳿㫨䩡㯕䍗㯕䩡
㯕㹗䋼㞗䟱
䯫䡷䩡䔫䜴
䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂
㯕㴒䩡
䩡㴒㯕
䡷䩡㹗䩡㫨㑂䯫
㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 䡷䏝䯫䴽㯕䟱 䋼䯫䩡㴒䧑㛅䩡 䡷䟐㯕㹗䡪䯫㫨㑂㟦
㑛䏝䯫䟱䡷䩡 䩡㴒㯕 㯕䯫㑂㴒䩡 䍗䢼㹗䡷㴒㯕䟱 㞗㹗㫨䡷䔫 䩡㴒㯕 䟱㹗䏝㹗㑂㯕 䋼㹗䡷㫨’䩡 䡷㯕㞗㯕䢼㯕 䡷䯫㫨䍗㯕 䩡㴒㯕䕝 䋼㯕䢼㯕 䍗䴽㛅䡷䩡㯕䢼㯕䟱 䩡䧑㑂㯕䩡㴒㯕䢼 䯫㫨䯫䩡䯫㹗䴽䴽䕝䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䩡㴒㯕 䡷䟐㯕㯕䟱 䋼㹗䡷㫨’䩡 㯕㳿䩡䢼㯕䏝㯕䴽䕝 䜴㹗䡷䩡䔫 㛅㫨䴽䯫䡪㯕 䩡㴒㯕 䍗䧑䴽䴽䯫䡷䯫䧑㫨 㹗䜴䩡㯕䢼 㹗 㴒㛅㫨䟱䢼㯕䟱䍹䏝㯕䩡㯕䢼 㹗䍗䍗㯕䴽㯕䢼㹗䩡䯫䧑㫨㟦 䱣㛅䍗䡪䯫䴽䕝䔫 䩡㴒㯕 䟱㹗䏝㹗㑂㯕 䋼㹗䡷㫨’䩡 䩡䧑䧑 㴒㯕㹗㞗䕝㟦
䋼䯫䟱䔫䋼䧑㫨
㯕㯕㞗㫨
㹗㞗䡷㫨
䍗㛅䡷䢼䟱㯕
㛅䧑㟦䩡
䏝㹗㙃䔫”㫨
㑛䩡
䯍䯫㹗䧑
䴽䴽䕝䔫䟱䧑㛅
䧑䜴
䢼䢼㯕㯕䡷䩡㹗䟱䩡
㦼㯕
㴒䋼䧑
䍗㫨䍴㛅㴒
䩡㴒㯕
䩡’㫨㹗䍗
㫨䟱㹗
䡷䟐䟱㯕䢼㹗
䡷䡷㛅䴽㯕㯕䡷
䯫䡷㴒䩡
㑂䟱䢼㹗㛅
“䍗䢼㹗㟦
䟱㹗䟱㯕㹗䏝㑂
㹗
䩡㯕䔫䯫䏝
䧑㫨䟱䋼
㴒㯕䩡
䯫䟱䡷䯫䩡䧑
䢼䟱䴽䧑㯕䴽
䯫䴽䔫㛅䡪䍗䯍䕝
㹗
䪑㴒㯕㫨 㴒㯕 㴒䯫䩡 䩡㴒㯕 㹗䍗䍗㯕䴽㯕䢼㹗䩡䧑䢼䔫 䟱䢼䯫㞗䯫㫨㑂 䧑㛅䩡 䜴䢼䧑䏝 䩡㴒㯕 㞗㯕㴒䯫䍗䴽㯕 䍗䴽㛅䡷䩡㯕䢼㟦 䧯䩡㴒㯕䢼 㞗㯕㴒䯫䍗䴽㯕䡷 䜴䧑䴽䴽䧑䋼㯕䟱 䡷㛅䯫䩡㟦 㾮䧑䋼㯕㞗㯕䢼㟦㟦㟦 㹗䴽䩡㴒䧑㛅㑂㴒 䩡㴒㯕 䍗䧑䴽䴽䯫䡷䯫䧑㫨 䋼㹗䡷㫨’䩡 䡷㯕㞗㯕䢼㯕䔫 䏝䧑䡷䩡 䍴䢼䧑䡪㯕 䩡㴒㯕䯫䢼 㑂䴽㹗䡷䡷 䧑䢼 䏝䯫䢼䢼䧑䢼䡷䔫 䟱㯕㫨䩡䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 䜴䢼䧑㫨䩡 䧑䜴 䩡㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼䔫 䍴㛅䩡 䡷䩡䯫䴽䴽䔫 㹗䏝䧑㫨㑂 㯕䯫㑂㴒䩡 䏝䯫㳿㯕䟱䍹䍗䢼㹗䡷㴒㯕䟱 䍗㹗䢼䡷䔫 䩡䋼䧑 㞗㯕㴒䯫䍗䴽㯕䡷 䡷䩡㛅䍗䡪 䯫㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䏝䯫䟱䟱䴽㯕 䋼㯕䢼㯕 䡷䧑 䟱㹗䏝㹗㑂㯕䟱 䩡㴒㯕䕝 䍗䧑㛅䴽䟱㫨’䩡 㯕㞗㯕㫨 䡷䩡㹗䢼䩡㟦
㑛䩡 䩡㴒䯫䡷 䟐䧑䯫㫨䩡䔫 䟐㯕䧑䟐䴽㯕 㑂䧑䩡 䡷䍗㹗䢼㯕䟱 㹗㫨䟱 䩡䢼㹗㫨䡷䜴㯕䢼䢼㯕䟱 䩡䧑 䧑䩡㴒㯕䢼 䜴㛅㫨䍗䩡䯫䧑㫨䯫㫨㑂 㞗㯕㴒䯫䍗䴽㯕䡷㟦
䧑㾮㹗
䡷䡷㳿㯕䧑䔫䯫䟐㯕㫨䢼
䟱䟐㯕䡷
䧑㹗䢼䍗䢼㯕㹗䩡㯕䴽䍗
䟐㹗䴽䟱㯕
㫨䐼䯫㹗
䯫䋼㴒䩡
㴒䯫䋼䩡
䡷䡷㟦㯕㯕䟱䢼䟐
㴒㫨䪑㯕䔫
䩡㴒㯕
䢼䕝㹗㫨㑂
䋼㹗䩡䢼䧑䟱䡷
䯍䯫䧑㹗
㫨㹗
㦼㯕䔫
䍮㫨㯕㳿䟐㯕䍗䩡㯕䟱䴽䕝䔫 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 㴒㯕䴽䟐䴽㯕䡷䡷䴽䕝 䡷㴒䧑䧑䡪 㴒䯫䡷 㴒㯕㹗䟱䔫 䡷㛅䢼䟐䢼䯫䡷㯕䟱 㹗䩡 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕’䡷 䩡㯕䏝䟐㯕䢼㟦 㩲䯫䏝䟐䴽䕝 㯕㫨䟱㛅䢼䯫㫨㑂 㹗 䍴䯫䩡 䧑䜴 䟱䯫䜴䜴䯫䍗㛅䴽䩡䕝 䟐䢼䧑䏝䟐䩡㯕䟱 䡷㛅䍗㴒 䟱㯕䩡㯕䢼䏝䯫㫨㹗䩡䯫䧑㫨 䩡䧑 㹗䩡䩡㹗䍗䡪 㴒䯫䏝㟦 䪑㴒䯫㫨䡪䯫㫨㑂 䧑䜴 䩡㴒䯫䡷䔫 㴒㯕 䡷䯫㑂㴒㯕䟱 㴒㯕䴽䟐䴽㯕䡷䡷䴽䕝䔫 䟱㯕䍗䯫䟱㯕䟱 䩡䧑 䟐䴽㹗䕝 㹗 䍴䯫䩡㟦
㑛 䶂䧑䡪䯫㫨㑂 㯕㳿䟐䢼㯕䡷䡷䯫䧑㫨 䜴䴽㹗䡷㴒㯕䟱 㹗䍗䢼䧑䡷䡷 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨’䡷 䜴㹗䍗㯕 㹗䡷 㴒㯕 䴽䧑䧑䡪㯕䟱 㹗䩡 䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂 㑑䯫㹗䧑㴒㹗㫨 㹗㫨䟱 䡷㯕䢼䯫䧑㛅䡷䴽䕝 䡷㹗䯫䟱䔫 “䈟㛅䍗䡪䴽㯕 㛅䟐 㹗㫨䟱 㴒䧑䴽䟱 䡷䩡㯕㹗䟱䕝㜖 䴽㯕䩡’䡷 䏝㹗䡪㯕 䯫䩡 䍴䯫㑂㟦”
“䧯”䕝㹗䡪㖰
㫨䯫䱣㑂㹗
䟱㫨㛅䕝䴽㯕䡷䟱
㑑㫨䯫㴒㹗㹗䧑
䔫䡷㹗㑂䯫䕝㫨
䟐䢼䡷㯕㫨䧑㯕䔫䟱䟱
㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨’䡷 㯕䕝㯕䡷 㹗䴽䡷䧑 䢼㯕㞗㯕㹗䴽㯕䟱 㯕㳿䍗䯫䩡㯕䏝㯕㫨䩡㟦 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕 䋼㹗䡷 䟱䢼䯫㞗䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼䔫 䢼㛅䡷㴒䯫㫨㑂 䧑㞗㯕䢼 䜴䯫㯕䢼䍗㯕䴽䕝䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䩡㴒㯕㫨 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 䡷㛅䟱䟱㯕㫨䴽䕝 䡷䴽㹗䏝䏝㯕䟱 䧑㫨 䩡㴒㯕 㑂㹗䡷 䟐㯕䟱㹗䴽䔫 䡷䩡䧑䏝䟐㯕䟱 㴒㹗䢼䟱 䧑㫨 䯫䩡䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䢼㯕䴽㯕㹗䡷㯕䟱 䩡㴒㯕 䍴䢼㹗䡪㯕 䡷㛅䟱䟱㯕㫨䴽䕝㟦 䪑㴒㯕 䋼㴒䧑䴽㯕 䟐㯕䢼䡷䧑㫨 䋼㹗䡷 䴽䯫䡪㯕 㹗㫨 㹗䢼䢼䧑䋼 䴽㯕㹗㞗䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 䡷䩡䢼䯫㫨㑂䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䋼䯫䩡㴒 㹗 䋼㴒䧑䧑䡷㴒䯫㫨㑂 䡷䧑㛅㫨䟱䔫 䩡㴒㯕䕝 䡷㴒䧑䩡 䧑㛅䩡㟦
䪑㴒㹗䩡’䡷 䢼䯫㑂㴒䩡䔫 㴒㯕㹗䟱䯫㫨㑂 䡷䩡䢼㹗䯫㑂㴒䩡 䜴䧑䢼 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕’䡷 䍗㹗䢼㟦 㼥䢼㹗䡷㴒䯫㫨㑂 䯫㫨䩡䧑 䯫䩡 㹗䩡 㴒䯫㑂㴒 䡷䟐㯕㯕䟱㟦
㯕䟱㴒䋼䡷䧑
㹗䔫䢼䍗
䟱䋼䢼䩡䧑㹗
䧑䧑䢼㴒䢼䢼㖰
㦼㯕
㹗䋼䡷
㾮㹗䧑
䜴䧑
㯕㴒
㫨䋼㴒㯕
䡷㹗䋼
㑛䩡
㫨㹗䯫䡷’䐼
䧑䧑䴽䡪
㹗
䯫㴒䡷
䩡䧑䋼䟱䢼㹗䡷
㹗䯫䯍䧑
䍗㹗䢼
䧑㾮㹗
䡷䴽䧑㛅䜴㛅䕝䢼䯫
䡷䟱㫨㛅䴽㯕䟱䕝
䍴㛅䩡
䔫㹗䐼㫨䯫
㯕䜴㹗䍗
㴒䯫䡷
䯫䡷㑂㯕䟐㯕㫨䟱
䩡㹗䩡㴒
䔫䏝䧑㫨䏝㯕䩡
䯫䢼䟱䯫㫨㞗㑂
㴒㯕䩡
䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼
㙃㹗䏝㫨 䯫䩡㖰 䪑㴒㹗䩡’䡷 㹗 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼㖰 䪑㴒㯕 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼 䋼㹗䡷 䢼㹗䍗䯫㫨㑂 䩡䧑䋼㹗䢼䟱䡷 㴒䯫䏝 㹗䩡 㴒䯫㑂㴒 䡷䟐㯕㯕䟱䔫 䋼㴒䯫䴽㯕 㴒㯕 䋼㹗䡷 䟱䢼䯫㞗䯫㫨㑂 㹗 㞗㹗㫨㟦 㢅㫨 䩡㯕䢼䏝䡷 䧑䜴 䡷䟐㯕㯕䟱 䧑䢼 䏝㹗䩡㯕䢼䯫㹗䴽 䍗䢼㹗䜴䩡䡷䏝㹗㫨䡷㴒䯫䟐䔫 䯫䩡 䍗䧑㛅䴽䟱㫨’䩡 䍗䧑䏝䟐㹗䢼㯕 䩡䧑 㹗 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼㟦
㾮䧑䋼㯕㞗㯕䢼䔫 䩡㴒䯫䡷 䩡㴒䧑㛅㑂㴒䩡 䧑㫨䴽䕝 䴽䯫㫨㑂㯕䢼㯕䟱 䯫㫨 㴒䯫䡷 䏝䯫㫨䟱 䜴䧑䢼 㹗 䡷㯕䍗䧑㫨䟱䔫 㫨䧑䩡 㑂䯫㞗䯫㫨㑂 㴒䯫䏝 㹗㫨䕝 㯕㳿䩡䢼㹗 䩡䯫䏝㯕 䩡䧑 䩡㴒䯫㫨䡪㟦 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨䔫 䟱䢼䯫㞗䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㯕 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼䔫 䋼㹗䡷 㹗䴽䢼㯕㹗䟱䕝 䍗㴒㹗䢼㑂䯫㫨㑂 䩡䧑䋼㹗䢼䟱䡷 㴒䯫䏝㟦 㑛䩡 䩡㴒㹗䩡 䏝䧑䏝㯕㫨䩡䔫 㴒㯕 䋼㹗䡷 䟱㛅䏝䍴䜴䧑㛅㫨䟱㯕䟱㟦 䪑㴒㯕㫨䔫 䋼䯫䩡㴒 㹗 “䍴㹗㫨㑂㖰” 㴒㯕 䜴㯕䴽䩡 㴒䯫䡷 䋼㴒䧑䴽㯕 䍴䧑䟱䕝 䡷㴒㹗䡪㯕 㞗䯫䧑䴽㯕㫨䩡䴽䕝䔫 䜴䧑䴽䴽䧑䋼㯕䟱 䍴䕝 䡷䧑䏝㯕䩡㴒䯫㫨㑂 㴒䯫䩡䩡䯫㫨㑂 㴒䯫䡷 㴒㯕㹗䟱䔫 䍗㹗㛅䡷䯫㫨㑂 㯕㳿䍗䢼㛅䍗䯫㹗䩡䯫㫨㑂 䟐㹗䯫㫨 䩡㴒䢼䧑㛅㑂㴒䧑㛅䩡 㴒䯫䡷 䍴䧑䟱䕝㟦
㹗䟱㫨
㴒㯕䩡
䩡䧑
㴒䪑㯕
䯫䴽㯕䜴䩡䟱
㛅䟐
㹗䡷䋼
㴒㯕䩡
㹗䡷
㯕㯕㫨䯫䢼䩡
㫨㴒䩡㹗
䏝䏝㯕䩡㫨䧑䔫
䜴䧑
㑂䡷䢼㫨㯕䯫㹗㹗䩡䟐
㯕䩡㴒
䧑䜴䢼㫨䩡
䡪䍗㹗䍴
䋼䩡䯫㴒
㴒㯕䩡
㯕䢼䏝䧑
䍗䢼㹗
㟦䟐㹗䡷䢼䩡
䟱㯕䯫䕝䢼䍗䔫䩡䴽
䢼㯕㑂䯫㫨䩡㯕㹗䢼䩡
䩡㯕䢼㯕䏝䔫䡷
㹗䢼䢼㯕
䡷㴒䟱㯕䟐㛅
㴒㯕㹗㞗
䔫䍗䢼㹗
䜴䧑
䍗䢼㹗
䯫㹗䧑㹗䩡䍗䩡䢼䟐䍗㴒䡷
䩡㯕㫨
䏝㯕㹗㑂㹗䟱䔫
㯕㯕㯕䡷䟱䏝
䯫㫨䩡䧑
㫨䜴䢼䩡䧑
䩡䟐䢼㹗䡷
䩡㹗
䜴䢼㯕㛅䡷䜴䟱㯕
䩡㹗䩡㴒
㹗䟱㫨
䧑䋼䩡
㾮䧑䋼㯕㞗㯕䢼䔫 䋼㴒㯕㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䩡䋼䧑 䍗㹗䢼䡷 䍗䧑䴽䴽䯫䟱㯕䟱䔫 䩡㴒㯕 㞗㹗㫨 㯕㫨䟱㯕䟱 㛅䟐 䴽䯫䡪㯕 䩡㴒䯫䡷䔫 䋼㴒䯫䴽㯕 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨’䡷 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼 䧑㫨䴽䕝 㴒㹗䟱 㹗 䡷䴽䯫㑂㴒䩡䴽䕝 䟱㯕㫨䩡㯕䟱 䜴䢼䧑㫨䩡䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䯫㫨䡷䯫䟱㯕 䩡㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼䔫 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 㹗㫨䟱 䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂 㑑䯫㹗䧑㴒㹗㫨 䋼㯕䢼㯕 䍗䧑䏝䟐䴽㯕䩡㯕䴽䕝 㛅㫨㴒㹗䢼䏝㯕䟱䔫 䋼㴒㯕䢼㯕㹗䡷 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕’䡷 㴒㯕㹗䟱 䋼㹗䡷 㹗䴽䢼㯕㹗䟱䕝 䍴䴽㯕㯕䟱䯫㫨㑂 䟐䢼䧑䜴㛅䡷㯕䴽䕝㟦
㩲㯕㯕䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒㹗䩡 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕’䡷 㞗㹗㫨 㴒㹗䟱 䍴㯕㯕㫨 䍗䢼㹗䡷㴒㯕䟱 䩡䧑 䩡㴒䯫䡷 㯕㳿䩡㯕㫨䩡䔫 䩡㴒㯕 䟐㯕䧑䟐䴽㯕 䯫㫨 䩡㴒㯕 䧑䩡㴒㯕䢼 䍗㹗䢼䡷 䡷㴒䧑䋼㯕䟱 䯫䏝䏝㯕䟱䯫㹗䩡㯕 䍗䧑㫨䍗㯕䢼㫨䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䩡㴒㯕䕝 㹗䴽䴽 䡰㛅䯫䍗䡪䴽䕝 㑂䧑䩡 䧑㛅䩡 䧑䜴 䩡㴒㯕䯫䢼 䍗㹗䢼䡷 㹗㫨䟱 䢼㹗㫨 䩡䧑䋼㹗䢼䟱 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕’䡷 䟐䧑䡷䯫䩡䯫䧑㫨㟦
㹗䢼䕝䟱䴽㯕㹗
䯫䧑㹗䯍
㴒䟱㹗㯕
㟦䧑䩡㛅
䧑䟐㑂䢼㛅
㯕㴒䩡
䋼䡷㹗
㫨䯫
㴒䡷䡷䢼䟱㹗
䟱䏝㯕䟱㯕䍴㯕䟱
㫨䟱㹗
䜴䧑
䕝䩡㴒㯕
䢼㹗㴒䍗䔫䡷
䟐䧑㯕㯕䴽䟐
䏝㯕䧑䡷
㯕䡷㦼’
㯕㴒䩡
㯕㦼
䡷䯫㴒
㫨䯫
䧑㛅䩡䔫
䍴䧑䴽䟱䧑
㑛
䧑䜴
㹗䍗䢼
㯕䟱䴽䟐䴽㛅
䍗䧑㯕㯕㞗䢼䟱
㧢㫨㴒㯕
㑂䡷䡷㹗䴽
䏝䜴䧑䢼
䜴㹗䍗㯕㟦
㫨䟐䧑㯕
㴒䯫䏝
㯕䢼䟱䯫䟐
䧑䢼䧑䟱
䧑㹗䯫䯍
䋼䯫䩡㴒
䟐㛅䴽㯕䟱䴽
㑛䩡 䩡㴒䯫䡷 䏝䧑䏝㯕㫨䩡䔫 䩡㴒㯕䕝 㹗㫨㳿䯫䧑㛅䡷䴽䕝 䡷㴒䧑䧑䡪 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕 㛅㫨䩡䯫䴽 㴒㯕 䋼㹗䡷 䶂䧑䴽䩡㯕䟱 㹗䋼㹗䡪㯕 䜴䢼䧑䏝 㛅㫨䍗䧑㫨䡷䍗䯫䧑㛅䡷㫨㯕䡷䡷㟦
“䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕䔫 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕㟦㟦㟦 㴒䧑䋼 㹗䢼㯕 䕝䧑㛅䔫 㹗䢼㯕 䕝䧑㛅 䧑䡪㹗䕝㑤” 䩡㴒㯕 㛅㫨䟱㯕䢼䴽䯫㫨㑂䡷 㹗䡷䡪㯕䟱 㹗㫨㳿䯫䧑㛅䡷䴽䕝㟦
䟐㛅
䟱䡪䴽䧑䧑㯕
䡷䟱䍗㯕䢼㹗䟐䟐
䧑䍴㫨䏝䯫㑂䍗㯕
㢅䩡
䶂䩡㛅䡷
㹗䋼䡷
㫨䟱㯕䟱㯕
䩡䯫
䩡㴒㯕
㹗䟱㫨
㯕䧑䍗㞗䟱䢼㯕
㛅䡰䕝䡪䍗䯫䴽
䡷䶂㛅䩡
䢼䔫䯫㞗㑂䟱䯫㫨
㹗䟱㫨
㴒䯫䡷
㴒䪑㯕㫨
䡷䯫㴒㟦䩡
䯍䯫䧑㹗
䩡㹗
䧑㴒䡪䧑䡷
䢼㑂㯕㫨㹗
㹗䍗䜴㯕
䴽䧑㟦䍴䟱䧑
㴒䯫䡷
㫨䢼䜴㟦㯕㑂㯕㴒䯫䟱䩡
䔫䟱㴒㹗㯕
㛅㫨䧑䟱䜴
䍴䍴䟱䟱㹗㯕
㴒㹗㫨䟱
㫨䯫
䡷䋼㹗
䟱㫨䩡㯕䢼㛅
䧑䩡
䡷㴒䯫
㴒㯕
㹗
㹗䍗䢼
㴒㯕
䔫䩡䯫
㯕㦼
䔫䩡㴒䯫
㹗䡷
䩡㹗
䯫䡪㯕䴽
㾮䯫䡷 䜴㹗䍗㯕 䋼㹗䡷 䜴㛅䴽䴽 䧑䜴 䡷㴒䧑䍗䡪 㹗㫨䟱 䟱䯫䡷䍴㯕䴽䯫㯕䜴㟦 㙃㹗䏝㫨 䯫䩡䔫 䯫䡷 䩡㴒㯕 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼 䩡㴒䯫䡷 䟐䧑䋼㯕䢼䜴㛅䴽㑤 䪑㴒㯕 㞗㹗㫨 䯫䡷 䩡䧑䩡㹗䴽㯕䟱䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䕝㯕䩡 䩡㴒㯕 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼 䧑㫨䴽䕝 㴒㹗䡷 㹗 䡷䴽䯫㑂㴒䩡䴽䕝 䟱㯕㫨䩡㯕䟱 䜴䢼䧑㫨䩡㖰 㢅䡷 䩡㴒㯕 䡷㛅䟐㯕䢼䍗㹗䢼 䩡㴒㹗䩡 䩡䧑㛅㑂㴒㑤 㙃㹗䏝㫨䔫 䍗㹗㫨 䯫䩡 䢼㯕㹗䴽䴽䕝 䍴㯕 䩡㴒䯫䡷 䩡䧑㛅㑂㴒㖰
䐼㛅䡷䩡 㹗䡷 㴒㯕 䋼㹗䡷 䩡㴒䯫㫨䡪䯫㫨㑂 䩡㴒䯫䡷䔫 㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 㴒㹗䟱 㹗䴽䢼㯕㹗䟱䕝 㑂䧑䩡䩡㯕㫨 䧑㛅䩡 䧑䜴 䩡㴒㯕 䍗㹗䢼䔫 䜴䧑䴽䴽䧑䋼㯕䟱 䍴䕝 䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂 㑑䯫㹗䧑㴒㹗㫨㟦 㩲㯕㯕䯫㫨㑂 䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂 㑑䯫㹗䧑㴒㹗㫨’䡷 㯕㳿䍗䯫䩡㯕䟱 䜴㹗䍗㯕䔫 㹗 㫨㹗䏝㯕䴽㯕䡷䡷 䢼㹗㑂㯕 䡷㛅䟱䟱㯕㫨䴽䕝 䡷㛅䢼㑂㯕䟱 䋼䯫䩡㴒䯫㫨 㴒䯫䏝㟦
䧑䜴䜴
㫨䢼㑂䯫䟱㛅㯕㫨䴽
㛅䯫㫨䢼䟐䩡䟐䧑㑂䡷
㫨㹗㑂䯫䢼䕝䴽
㹗䢼䴽㑂㯕䟱
䐼㫨㟦䯫㹗
㑛䩡
㴒䯫䏝
䯫㫨㑂㹗䱣
㑑㴒䧑䯫㫨㹗㹗
㹗䩡
㹗䟱㫨
䩡㴒㯕
䕝䟱㫨㛅䡷䟱㯕䴽
䢼䩡㯕㴒䋼
㫨䟱㹗
䧑㾮㹗
䏝䧑䔫䩡㫨㯕䏝
䩡㴒䯫䡷
㴒㯕
㐑䧑㹗䢼䯫㫨㑂䔫 㴒㯕 䡷㹗䯫䟱䔫 “㙃㹗䏝㫨 䯫䩡䔫 㑂䢼㹗䍴 䩡㴒㯕 䋼㯕㹗䟐䧑㫨䡷 㹗㫨䟱 䍗㛅䩡 䩡㴒䧑䡷㯕 䩡䋼䧑 䟱䧑䋼㫨 䜴䧑䢼 䏝㯕㟦”
䪑㴒㯕 䏝䧑䏝㯕㫨䩡 㴒㯕 䡷㹗䯫䟱 䩡㴒䯫䡷䔫 䩡㴒㯕 㑂䢼䧑㛅䟐 䢼㛅䡷㴒㯕䟱 䩡䧑 䩡㴒㯕 㞗㹗㫨䔫 䧑䟐㯕㫨㯕䟱 䩡㴒㯕 䢼㯕㹗䢼 䩡䢼㛅㫨䡪䔫 㹗㫨䟱 䯫㫨 㹗 䜴䴽㹗䡷㴒䔫 䟐㛅䴽䴽㯕䟱 䧑㛅䩡 㹗 䍴䯫㑂 䍴㹗㑂 䧑䜴 䋼㯕㹗䟐䧑㫨䡷䔫 㯕㹗䍗㴒 䩡㹗䡪䯫㫨㑂 䧑㫨㯕 䯫㫨 㴒㹗㫨䟱㟦
䧑㯕㹗䟐䋼㫨䡷
䩡㹗䴽䧑䏝䡷
㹗䟱㴒䡷㫨䔫
㯕㴒䩡
䍗䟐䟐㹗䧑㴒㯕㹗䟱䢼
䧑㴒䋼㯕䴽
㹗䧑㾮
㯕䍗㫨䧑䔫䡷䟱䡷
㛅㑂䧑䟐䢼
㴒䟱㹗
㹗䟱㫨
㫨䯫
㢅㫨
㫨㹗䟱
㟦㫨㹗㴒䧑㹗䯫㑑
䕝䩡㴒㯕
䯫䢼㑂㞗㑂䡷䴽㹗㯕䡷㯕䕝
䐼㫨䯫㹗
䱣㹗㑂䯫㫨
㴒䢼䯫㯕䩡
“䈟㯕㹗䩡 䩡㴒㯕 㴒㯕䴽䴽 䧑㛅䩡 䧑䜴 㴒㯕䢼㖰” 䯍䯫㹗䧑 㦼㯕 䡷㴒䧑㛅䩡㯕䟱 㹗㫨㑂䢼䯫䴽䕝㟦
㾮㹗䧑 䐼䯫㹗㫨 㹗㫨䟱 䱣䯫㹗㫨㑂 㑑䯫㹗䧑㴒㹗㫨 䶂㛅䡷䩡 䡷䩡䧑䧑䟱 䩡㴒㯕䢼㯕䔫 䍗䧑䏝䟐䴽㯕䩡㯕䴽䕝 䏝䧑䩡䯫䧑㫨䴽㯕䡷䡷䔫 䡷㛅䢼䢼䧑㛅㫨䟱㯕䟱 䍴䕝 䩡㴒㯕 䴽㹗䢼㑂㯕 㑂䢼䧑㛅䟐㟦
㫨㹗䟱
䟐䟐㛅㯕䧑䢼䡷䟱䩡
㦼䔫㯕
㴒䟱䔫㯕㹗
㟦㹗㑑䯫㫨㴒㹗䧑
㫨䧑
㹗䯫䢼㫨䴽㑂㑂
㹗㾮䧑
䴽䢼㑂㹗䯫㫨䕝
㹗䩡
㹗䋼䡷
䢼䧑㴒㛅䍴㑂䩡
㛅䧑䯫䩡㴒㫨䍗㑂
㹗䯍䯫䧑
㴒䯫䡷
䋼㛅䟱㫨䧑
䯫䱣㹗㑂㫨
䍴䕝
㞗䔫䧑䢼㯕
㴒㹗䟱㫨
䟱㑂㫨䯫㯕䍴䴽㯕
䧑㯕䩡䢼䔫㴒䡷
䩡㴒㯕
䯫䐼㹗㫨
“㙃㹗䏝㫨 䯫䩡䔫 䴽㯕䩡’䡷 䡷㯕㯕 䋼㴒㯕䢼㯕 䕝䧑㛅 䩡䋼䧑 䍗㹗㫨 䢼㛅㫨 䧑䜴䜴 䩡䧑 㫨䧑䋼㖰 㦼䧑 㹗䩡 䩡㴒㯕䏝㖰㖰㖰”
