Chapter 637: True Idealists and False Idealists

For the past few days, Hope—that refugee social activist who wants to become a citizen of the Federation and even a politician—has been doing quite well.

His performance in front of the media has earned him the support of some people.

Never underestimate the complexity of humans and human nature. Even if many people think he's not a good thing, there will still be people attracted by what he displays, thinking he is a good person.

And there are quite a few such people in the Federation.

Several charitable organizations have found him, willing to help him and those refugees waiting for humanitarian aid. This is a good thing.

He knows better than those charitable organizations who needs help and who doesn't, and coupled with his popularity in the media and among the public, all charitable organizations have taken the initiative to cooperate with him.

Charitable organizations may not really be doing charity, because in the Federation, there is no charity, only business.

Charity is also a business, and a very high-end business. It can help people establish a positive image, obtain huge social acclaim, and also handle some sensitive money and make it insensitive.

Using charitable organizations to avoid the Tax Bureau is not a new trick, but it works well and is hard to investigate.

Besides these things, the biggest business of charitable organizations is fundraising.

How can a charitable organization get people to donate money to them voluntarily?

Actually, it's very simple: do charity.

As long as people know they are indeed helping those who need help, and they have properly used the donations on the poor or refugees, they don't have to worry about fools donating money to them—

This is not to say that the wealthy people who donate to charitable organizations are fools; they donate money with a purpose, and the money they donate can allow them to obtain more than what they lose.

The truly foolish ones are those "good people" who, under certain public opinion trends, are not wealthy themselves but still want to donate money to charitable organizations.

The media also often reports such things. They need to use noble morals to move those ordinary people and gain the focus of public opinion, and charitable organizations also need to let more people know that doing charity is correct, even if it means mistreating oneself.

People who can donate money to charitable organizations are either stupid or bad.

A large number of reporters surround Hope. These reporters are found by charitable organizations; they need more exposure to get more donations.

This is Hope's highlight moment. In front of the media, he frequently appears, helping the staff of those charitable organizations hand over materials to one person after another who needs help.

It's just that people didn't notice that the layer of oil on his face before the flash was not quite the same as the refugees who were so hungry they had no luster on their faces.

This is one of the benefits of being a social activist. As long as he shows his value, someone will soon provide him with some "convenience."

"Thank you, thank you and these gentlemen. If it weren't for you, we really wouldn't know what to do!"

The lady who received the gift cried very sadly. Hope supported her and introduced her to the media, "Her husband starved to death this winter. I have met him; he was a kind person, spoke very gently, and was friendly to everyone."

"But such a good person was taken away by cold and hunger!"

"We need the attention of the whole society. Our purpose in coming to the Federation is to seek humanitarian aid, and Mr. President has also expressed willingness to accept us."

"But we cannot jump from one hell into another—a humanitarian hell!"

His face was full of sadness and solemnity. He looked at the staff of the charitable organization, "In short, thank you. If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be these materials. Thank you, thank you for your helping hand. May God bless every one of you!"

Those charitable organization staff members had already made a "strategy" before coming. They recited their lines according to the script, and both sides continued to cooperate, continuing to send those worthless things to people who needed them, or actually didn't need them, gaining one praise after another.

The entire helping ceremony lasted about forty minutes, and all the materials were given away.

Hope stood in front of the camera, behind him was an empty lot crowded with refugees. The air was filled with an unpleasant smell, but he seemed unable to feel it.

"Today we are fortunate to have received three thousand dollars worth of materials, and three hundred refugee families have been rescued as a result. But gentlemen, look behind me. Are there only three hundred families here?"

"We need more people's attention, more people's help. Don't let the beautiful Federation become a cold hell. Love brings us together, and we should also return love to each other..."

After the interview, he said goodbye to the reporters and the staff of those charitable organizations and returned to his residence.

An unfinished apartment that he had people pry open, and he chose a relatively complete room to live in.

Because of his actions, many apartment rooms around were pried open, and people moved in, but so many people couldn't all move in, so most people still lived outside.

Back in the apartment, he sat on a sofa he had picked up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, lit a five-cent pack of cigarettes, and relaxed his whole body.

"How much money did they give this time?", he asked.

He helped charitable organizations promote, not for free. As a social activist, he knows some social unspoken rules better than others.

The assistant he chose flipped through, "Two hundred and twenty-five dollars, sir."

Hope was very satisfied. Two hundred dollars, although not much, is a good phenomenon.

He actually already had the ability to move out, but he wouldn't do that. He wanted to be with his refugee brothers and sisters at all times.

Today he had an important thing to do.

Many gangs have gradually emerged among the refugees, some just for self-protection, not to be bullied by other gangs.

Some are to obtain materials from others to make themselves live better.

And some are trying to infiltrate other regions or operate various criminal businesses.

It is said that a group of guys stole steel bars from a construction site and bought a lot of money, and have achieved freedom of eating.

Hope actually looks down on these people. Whether in Slader or the Federation, these people can only be the lowest level of society, but he now has to rely on these people because they represent power, representing the fists of refugees.

As a social activist whose goal is to become a well-known politician, he knows very well that a group cannot be without fists.

This is like a person; if he doesn't know how to resist and attack, he can only be stepped on by others.

Sometimes violence does make the situation worse, but it can also make people respect you more!

He made an appointment with some well-known refugee gang leaders to meet here. With his current status and fame in the refugee group, it's not strange to be able to do this.

One after another, those gang leaders who couldn't be called gangsters came to his apartment.

I have to say that Hope has indeed done a good job recently, and he is very famous. Everyone knows him.

Some people don't like him, but they still came, and some people admire him very much.

When more people came, the room seemed a bit crowded. He considered that after getting some more money, he would go to the nearby New Bay Area to buy a villa, seven or eight thousand dollars, the price is very suitable.

He never worries about whether he can come up with this money. It would be news if he couldn't, not if he could.

After people arrived, he asked everyone to sit down.

He stared at the faces of these people and kept their looks and names in his heart.

After waiting for twenty or thirty seconds, he walked to the middle of the room, "We come from roughly the same country and are strangers here."

"Recently, I have gained some attention through public opinion, and some people are willing to support us, allowing us to obtain a better living environment and opportunities."

"I gathered you today because there is something I want to discuss with you."

He said, took out a cigarette, and lit one himself.

The smell of cigarette smoke filled the air, which made other refugee gang leaders couldn't help but start lighting cigarettes. For a while, the room was full of smoke.

"I... want you to do things for me," he said after taking two puffs of smoke.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became a bit unusual. Some people were thinking, some were just looking at him, and some were sneering.

"Hope, why do you think we will do things for you?"

Facing such provocation, questioning, and suspicion, he was not angry, nor was he furious.

He looked at the man and nodded twice, "A good question."

"A good question should have a good answer."

He held the cigarette in his mouth and took out a stack of money from his pocket, about a hundred dollars.

Seeing this money, the expressions of these leaders changed again.

"This is just the pocket money I have in my pocket. In fact, I have already saved several thousand dollars in the bank."

He looked at these people, appreciating their shocked expressions, "Making money is not a difficult thing, gentlemen."

"Refugees are our chips and the foundation for us to move towards a better life, but your efficiency in using the refugee identity is too low, and there is no efficiency at all!"

"You are very energetic and have strong execution. You shouldn't just waste your talents for a bite to eat or drink."

"Follow me, and I can make you rich very quickly."

"Money, food, tobacco, women, and even wine, all are available."

He paused for a while and continued, "Do you know the Lans family?"

"Some time ago, that Lans said this city has a wine market of two hundred million, gentlemen."

"Two hundred million!"

He stretched out two fingers, "Even if it's one percent, that's a market of two million."

"When those gangs are frantically stuffing money into their pockets, what are you doing?"

"Snatching pocket money from children's hands, fighting with some junkies for scrap metal, and some even robbing passersby."

"They are gangs, and you are also... gangs. Why is the gap so big?"

He looked around, "Because you can't think of it, you don't know how to survive correctly, but I know!"

"I know how to make you grow rapidly, I know how to make us rich, and I also know how to make everything develop in a better direction, but there is a premise here: you have to work for me."

Hope has fallen into a somewhat fanatical state. As an active social activist, he knows very well.

If you want to persuade others to believe in you, you must first persuade yourself to believe in yourself!

If you don't believe what you say yourself, how can you use emotions to infect others to believe in you?

Someone looked at him quite moved, "What do you plan to do?"

This is a test, but Hope is not worried at all.

"Greater influence," he looked at the people here, his eyes revealing a trace of indifference and ruthlessness, "and greater destructive power."

"Children who only cry and don't make trouble are not as likely to get their parents' attention as those who cry and make trouble."

"Now everyone sees us crying, but just crying is not enough. No matter how fierce we cry, it won't make them feel pain."

"Federation people will even treat our crying as a kind of excitement to watch!"

"If you want them to be more inclined to help us, you must make trouble, make them feel trouble, and feel that it is not easy to handle."

"New Jincheng is a beautiful city. If a large number of refugees appear in the city center, in the Starlight District, in the Bay Area, and on those beautiful docks, what do you think the Federation people will do?"

The person who asked couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, "The Federation guys will go crazy!"

Hope nodded, "Yes, they will go crazy, and they will also want to solve our big trouble as soon as possible."

"Just find a refugee from the side of the road and let him solve these problems?"

"No, he can't do it. He can't even handle one person, let alone everyone."

"They can only come to me!"

"I admit, I have selfishness and my own purpose."

"I can get more attention, contact with capital or political forces, and walk out of this mud pit."

"However, while I walk out, I can also help more refugees."

"These few aids from charitable organizations are the best examples. Without my promotion and activities, they would never have come here to provide tens of thousands of dollars in materials to help the people here!"

"I may not be a great person because I have selfishness, but I believe I am a greater person than others because I can help many people."

"Don't let them freeze to death, don't let them starve to death, don't let them die of illness, let them at least live with dignity!"

Hope's tone was full of confidence, which is also the reason why he has been doing this all along.

As long as the federal government contacts him, he has successfully taken the first step.

Then he wants to use these gangs to firmly control the refugee group in his own hands and become his political chips.

In this process, there will definitely be some challengers, for example, learning something from him, trying to become the next him, or even replacing him.

The influence is only so big. If you take a little, he takes a little, it will be useless.

There will also be people who oppose him or stop him. These people are all people blocking his way forward and must be solved.

He cannot do it himself, that will become his stain and trouble, so he needs "fists."

Take one step and look at three steps. He has already seen a more brilliant future!

He elaborated on some ideas that did not involve core secrets, and many people seemed to have some interest in joining his command.

Most importantly, he promised to make these people earn money.

But he didn't tell these people how he would let them get a sum of money, just ensured that this matter was true.

"You consider it, and tell me after you consider it. I don't give you much time."

"Because I don't have much time to stop. After I rest enough, I will run forward again."

"Those who don't keep up with me will only be left far behind by me, by us."

This is indeed a special gathering. Boni came out of the room. He was also invited because he mastered some "resources" and soon stood out among those ordinary gangs.

He also didn't avoid the fact that he was appreciated by the Federation people. This is a plus, not a minus.

He is a key point that Hope pays attention to. Using Boni well can let him go faster.

"This person's ambition is very big," on the way back, a companion who grew up with him commented, "We have to tell Mr. Lans."

Boni's expression was a bit complicated as he glanced at his good brother, "Karl, do you think he is a bad person?"

Karl shook his head after listening, "To be honest, I was also very excited when I heard those words. I don't think he is a purely bad person, but he can't be called a good person either."

"He is using our compatriots to realize his own ambition."

Boni didn't refute this sentence, but he asked again, "But those people really got benefits because of his actions."

"They got food, some pocket money, and some medicine, and some people were rescued because of this. Isn't this enough?"

Karl's expression was a bit strange, "But have you thought about it? The work provided by Mr. Lans, the relief in winter, the people saved are far more than those he saved!"

Boni nodded, "I don't deny this, but I think..."

He sighed, and some words didn't continue. Karl looked at his eyes and became a little serious, "You don't plan to tell Mr. Lans about this?"

Boni was a bit dazed, "I don't know..."

On the way back, Boni was obviously absent-minded. He kept thinking about these things. He was not a bad child. At the worst time, Lans helped him.

He has always listened to Lans and tried his best to do the things Lans told him to do.

But when facing whether to "betray" Hope, he had some contradictory psychology.

That is not a bad person. He helped many compatriots. Boni doesn't want him to have an accident.

At night, he was obviously absent-minded lying on the bed. His mother saw his abnormality and took the initiative to come to his room.

"You look a bit wrong. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Boni said his thoughts, and his mother asked after listening, "Then why don't you talk to Mr. Lans frankly?" ===== CHAPTER 638 =====