Discovery and Learning

When Gardon explained why he buried a deceased relative in the front yard, the reporters had already figured out how to write the news article and even came up with many headlines.

Father's love is like a lamp.

Father is a door

The man buried in the front yard

Never leave

Touching stories are always a favorite among journalists. They love to uncover the glimmers of humanity within these tragic tales, and it is precisely these glimmers of humanity that resonate with readers.

Only when readers feel moved and gain something new will they write to the newspaper, spontaneously promote the article, spark heated discussions in society, and only then will advertisers be willing to place ads in their personal columns.

Of course, some reporters felt that this was not "painful" enough; it was just a story of a father who died at the hands of criminals while protecting his wife and children.

To be honest, it does meet the standards of propaganda, but stories like this happen more than once a year in every country, and these journalists believe there should be more pain points to be found in this story! You know, they risked great danger to come to a turbulent region not just to report these mundane news stories, but they also need some more valuable rewards, some more impactful news.

Someone asked Gardon a question, "Were you by his side when he died?"

Gardon moment, and almost everyone, including Lin Qi, had a momentary mental blank.

He knew these reporters were jerks, but he didn't expect them to be this jerk, though he quickly recovered.

He recalled an interesting story: a journalist, in order to get firsthand information, prevented medical personnel from treating the injured during an accident, removed the injured person's oxygen mask, and even asked him, "Do you know your whole family died? How do you feel about that? Do you want to cry?"

The survivor's only thought at that moment was probably, "Do I want to draft this? For three days and three nights, in the dead of night, ugh!"

Faced with the reporter's question, some things he didn't want to recall resurfaced in Gardon's memory: Simon's indifference and ruthlessness, and the disgust and contempt in his eyes when he looked at Gardon. All of this, along with many other things he didn't show, fueled his impulse to pull the trigger.

His upper eyelid twitched, but it was definitely not a sad expression, and Lin Qi began to take a liking to it.

"Yes, I'm not far from him, I don't want to..." Out of politeness, and with so many people watching, he answered the question and intended to refuse to answer the rest.

But the reporter didn't give him a chance. "When he fell, did you hold his body? Did you watch the blood flow from his body and onto you? Were you scared? Did you call out to him and try to wake him up? How did you fight back against those thugs, or did you kneel beside your father who sacrificed himself to protect you and beg for mercy?"

Gardon clenched his fist, but the reporters were excited, silently giving their colleague a thumbs-up for the tricky questions he had asked.

These questions are really tricky. They not only reopened Gardon's wounds, but also probed deeper with a red-hot cigarette butt.

When people inquired about the reporter's background, they immediately understood when they learned that the reporter came from the 《Federal Times》 of the Bayer Federation.

What they love to do most is to report news without any limits, but this is also very attractive to those who are full of curiosity and block the door.

They were unaware that the author was prepared to be beaten, as the beating would increase his fame and make the report more noticeable.

Unfortunately, Gardon is ultimately a "Nagaril People." He has mixed blood, but he is still Nagaril People at heart. He was born here, grew up here, and is Nagaril People.

This also gave him a natural sense of awe towards foreigners, even though he himself was considered half a foreigner.

He didn't make a move, but just glanced at the reporter a few more times, then shook his head. "I refuse to answer these questions; they will cause me pain!"

"Because you were powerless to watch your father die in front of you, and you couldn't do anything about it?" The reporter friend was still unwilling to let him off so easily and pressed on with another question.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit awkward, Lin Qi stepped forward and said, "While we strive for more truthful reporting, we shouldn't rub salt into other people's wounds. Can we avoid these kinds of questions?"

The reporter, who had been hoping Gardon would throw a punch at him, suddenly became docile. He knew very well that Gardon would at most beat him up, but people like Lin Qi, who had become the ruling class in the area, would lose their lives if they got angry.

For the sake of his own life and the savings in the bank, the reporter put on a fawning smile and bowed slightly. "Of course, Mr. Lin Qi, I am very sorry for my rash actions just now. I was so eager to tell others about the tragedy caused by this turmoil that I neglected the feelings of those involved. I'm sorry, Mr. Gardon."

He also apologized to Mr. Gardon, Gardon, unable to retaliate, could only nod and accept the apology.

This is also part of his personality. Over the years, he has put too much pressure on himself, and some things have gradually changed from pretense to habit, such as his politeness.

The group entered the room and saw the woman who owned the house, who was also a local woman.

She was kneeling by the coffee table, preparing for the arrival of the guests. When Lin Qi and his group entered, the hostess immediately stood up, bowed, and lowered her head.

Women in Nagaril had a pitifully low status. Before Simon passed away, she was almost as lowly as a maid in the family. Now that Simon is dead, her status is at most the same as that of a housekeeper.

This is not to say that Gardon was bad to his mother; in fact, he was very good to her. However, in the local people's traditional mindset, women have no status.

Even between husband and wife, husbands rarely treat their wives as "family members," but rather as free servants.

This is common knowledge in society, so the mistress's status won't rise much just because Simon is gone, unless she has a very distinguished background.

After Lin Qi sat down, the others also sat down. They were going to talk about what had happened before, what was happening now, and what would happen in the future.

Gardon's mother, the mistress of the house, knelt beside Lin Qi, who was the most distinguished person there. According to tradition, she needed to make Lin Qi feel at home.

Gardon's attention quickly turned to the conversation that followed. "I inherited everything here, and I feel the destruction caused by this chaos. More than anyone else, I want chaos to stay away from us."

"To achieve this, the first thing we need to do is strengthen ourselves. This is the common wish of me and the other members of the Najia family. Only when we are all prosperous and strong can we avoid these problems..."

At this time, Gardon still held a very traditional, traditional way of thinking about the world, as did most of the members of the Youth Party.

They believed that once the family became wealthy and had the means to receive an education, the situation here would naturally improve.

To achieve this, we must mention economic development and industrialization, so Gardon started by talking about "prosperity and strength." Some people seemed thoughtful, while others smiled without saying a word.

It's not really a matter of who's right or wrong; he's still just a teenager.

Of course, Gardon wanted to tell people more was that from this moment on, everything here would be for his use and for his possession; he was declaring his position.

"... I will be restarting operations next. I noticed..." He glanced at Lin Qi sitting to the side and smiled slightly. "Mr. Lin Qi's factory is recruiting more workers, which is actually a very good sign."

"I believe in Mr. Lin Qi's abilities. His confidence in Nagaril shows that we truly have the potential for development. So why should we think about leaving or running away? Why not continue to build our home here?"

Gardon focused on the upcoming developments, Lin Qi listened for a while before losing interest. The young man was somewhat surprising when he first met him.

He seems quite intelligent and patient, but looking at him now, he still lacks something special, a certain spark. What he shows is what he tries his best to present to people, not his true nature.

This may sound a bit confusing, but it is precisely the key difference between big merchants and small vendors.

When Lin Qi was a child, around six or seven years old, in his time, silkworm farmers would come to the school gate to sell silkworms during certain seasons.

Once the silkworm farmers have sold all their silkworms, they will leave, leaving a large group of students in a difficult situation. They have silkworms but no mulberry leaves, and can only watch as the silkworms die one by one.

At that time, Lin Qi had a business idea. He used his holidays to go to the Sericulture Research Institute to pick mulberry leaves from other places and sell them at the school. He made more than 20 yuan in just one day.

Keep in mind that back then, an adult's monthly salary was only around one hundred yuan.

His good fortune didn't last long. The school quickly confiscated his money and issued a school-wide notice criticizing his behavior. Later, some other people collected mulberry leaves to sell, but these people were students.

The biggest difference between them and Lin Qi is that Lin Qi could see the wealth, while these people could only pick up what others had left behind.

Just like the boy in front of him, he was trying hard to show off the results of his "learning". He and those around him thought he was very smart and what he said made a lot of sense. But Lin Qi knew that this was just an illusion.

Some things can't be learned, and can't be mastered.

What people guarded against so fiercely back then is now what we ask our children to do. Times are progressing, and the future will only get better and better. Just like a song says, we are on the Broad Road of national rejuvenation and the great leap forward of the whole country.