Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1821 - 2022: Qiao Ge Takes Action
Capítulo 1821: Chapter 2022: Qiao Ge Takes Action
He’s a local gangster here, in this place he’s the ultimate authority, who dares to go against him? Who dares to openly oppose him? That’s basically asking to die!
So, in an instant, when Liang Xiaohan spoke those words, he immediately lost control. He picked up a bottle from the ground and smashed it hard on the floor. “Bang!” A loud noise erupted, followed by countless shards of broken glass scattering everywhere.
The guys with tigers, scorpions, and snakes tattooed on them rushed forward in an instant and surrounded Liang Xiaohan.
Students are, after all, students. Just now, when they were fighting Zhang Hao’s people, they were fearless and charged in to beat them up. But now they were intimidated by Qiao Ge and his group’s presence, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
If Zhang Hao’s people had surrounded Liang Xiaohan, they would have instinctively encircled them to put them in their place. But now, it was Qiao Ge and his crew surrounding Liang Xiaohan, leaving them clueless about what to do.
This is the difference between street hooligans and students. Students may look down on those in the underworld, thinking they’re no big deal, but when both sides stand together, the difference is evident. The street hooligans always carry a bit more of the fearless bravado than students.
For instance, now, Liang Xiaohan’s crew watched Qiao Ge initiate action and didn’t dare move at all. Only Awu, Zhao Xiangwu, and Hu Jun instinctively wanted to rush over to protect Liang Xiaohan, but before they could move, they were knocked down painfully by those holding them back.
Without any hesitation, within seconds, Liang Xiaohan was completely surrounded. At this moment, Zhang Hao had a grin on his face. He thought, “You damn bitch, let’s see how arrogant you are now, your time has come.”
Qiao Ge no longer had the smile he had before. He threw the bottle to the ground, suddenly pulled out a dagger from his pocket, revealing its sharp blade, and looked at Liang Xiaohan.
“Young lady, sometimes you need to know how to behave, you understand? Not knowing how to behave can be a deadly thing!” As he spoke, he deliberately played with his dagger.
Seeing this, the other guys also pulled out their daggers from their waists. In their world, you never know when a fight might break out, and you never know when an enemy might come after you, so they always carry weapons, like the daggers they have now.
They showcased their daggers, especially highlighting the sharp blades, aiming to intimidate Liang Xiaohan. Don’t be fooled by how cocky students can be; in the end, they’re still students who can be easily frightened, so they relied on their presence to intimidate Liang Xiaohan.
If Liang Xiaohan, a girl, ended up wetting her pants from fright, that would be an amusing sight.
However, although that was their intention, Liang Xiaohan showed no expression whatsoever, appearing very calm, looking at them unconcerned.
At this point, Zhang Hao grew bolder, seeing that Qiao Ge had a dagger out, arrogantly said, “Damn, bitch, get that thing off my neck right now, you hear? Or I’ll make sure you regret it!”
With Qiao Ge backing him up, knowing Qiao Ge was there to help, he had no reservations, boldly saying those words.
Liang Xiaohan initially showed no expression, but after hearing this, a hint of anger suddenly appeared on her face.
All of a sudden, as Zhang Hao was speaking, before his words even fully landed, the shattered bottle, previously just a few centimeters from him, suddenly slashed toward his neck. He didn’t even have time to react before feeling a sharp pain on his neck, then saw Liang Xiaohan standing up with the shattered bottle.
The broken glass of the bottle had his blood on it, blood that had just been cut from his neck. Instantly, a painful scream erupted from him, “Ah!” clutching his neck with his hand, which was quickly stained red with blood. Seeing all the blood, he almost fainted from the shock.
He never expected that in this situation, Liang Xiaohan would dare to make a move, and without a word. The pain was so severe, he couldn’t say a word. The cut wasn’t deep, just a slice across his neck, but the bleeding was profuse due to the fragility of that area.
He pressed down on the wound with his hand to stop the bleeding, but the pain kept coursing through him, as if something was brutally tearing through his flesh.
The action was completed in just an instant. After injuring Zhang Hao, Liang Xiaohan stood up with the cracked bottle. Qiao Ge saw Liang Xiaohan strike Zhang Hao right in front of him; it was no longer about disrespect but sheer disregard for him.
Seeing Zhang Hao clutching his neck, writhing in pain on the ground, he had only one thought: damn it, today I must take care of this girl.
In an instant, he fiercely glared at Liang Xiaohan, angrily saying, “Damn bitch, I’m gonna kill you!”
Then he gave a signal, and a group of street guys surrounded the standing Liang Xiaohan, each holding a weapon, while Qiao Ge charged toward Liang Xiaohan with a sharp dagger in hand.
“Bitch!” He shouted angrily at Liang Xiaohan, brandishing the dagger.
Everyone present was instantly speechless, struck dumb by the scene. Zhang Hao’s followers quickly rushed to support their boss, using something to cover the wound. As for Liang Xiaohan’s people, though eager to try, they were all afraid of Qiao Ge, so none dared to move. The only three who dared were now incapacitated.
“If you dare to harm Sister Xiaohan, I’ll make you pay!” Awu roared from the side. All they could do at that moment was continue to yell angrily.
Liang Xiaohan acted without considering the consequences. Her thoughts surged at that moment, and she struck at Zhang Hao. Just as she reacted, she was already surrounded by Qiao Ge’s people. Despite being in danger, she showed no fear at all.
Inwardly, she seemed convinced, certain that tonight she would emerge unscathed, so she acted without consideration for consequences.
However, just then, Qiao Ge charged at her with the sharp dagger, aiming for her abdomen. The onlookers were all stunned, staring silently, wide-eyed with mouths agape, watching the scene unfold.
Without a trace of hesitation in his eyes, Qiao Ge thrust the dagger toward Liang Xiaohan. Unless something unexpected happened, it was going straight into her abdomen. He was ruthless to those who didn’t respect him and tarnished his reputation.
At that moment, everyone else’s gaze was filled with surprise and bewilderment, but Liang Xiaohan’s eyes showed no fear, only calm.
In contrast, Qiao Ge’s face was twisted and fierce.
Yet, just as the dagger was about to stab Liang Xiaohan, time seemed to freeze, and suddenly the dagger stopped in mid-air, not moving forward anymore. In just a second, it vanished from Qiao Ge’s grasp.
A slap sound was suddenly heard, and Qiao Ge’s face was marked with five fresh palm prints. Still bewildered, he then noticed another set of five red palm prints appearing on his right cheek.
In a moment, he was completely dumbfounded. When he subconsciously looked at his hand for the dagger, it had already disappeared, and a scorching pain erupted on his face.
Before he could react, he saw a living person suddenly appear before him. A living person emerged right in front of him.
Looking at the dagger in the person’s hand, it was the same dagger that had been in Qiao Ge’s hand moments before. He was momentarily stunned.
Faintly stunned, he recognized who the suddenly appearing person was—it was undoubtedly Hao Jian, whom he saw in the arcade the other day.
But what puzzled him was that his view only contained Liang Xiaohan, and he had swung the dagger at her, so why did someone suddenly appear, unnoticed?
Looking at Hao Jian holding his dagger, he couldn’t understand; instantly, the dagger was snatched from his hand.
The scorching pain on his face continued. He recalled that in that brief moment, not only was the dagger snatched away, but he had been slapped twice.
Immediately, he touched his face, feeling the burning pain again, embodying an expression of anger.
“Goddammit, this ain’t over today!”
䀏㰲䀏䔿㦿䅃
老
㒹㦿䥊䅃䙲䶊䀏
㒹䝝䀏䑡
䀏㹇䐻㻆䙲䆭
䀏䑡
㦿’䶊㻆䑡
㯪䇾䐻㐙㻆
㒹㯪䝝䀏䅃䀏䅃㦿
䶊䆭㯪
㐙䡏㒹䀏㒹
䑡䀏
擄
䇾䶊䵴㳤䝝
㯪䶊䆭
盧
䇾
㠁䇾㦿
䶊䶊㦿䝝
䇾䑡
䀏㦿
㼉䆭䬫㻆䶊㻆䆭䔿䶊
㯪㪙
䑡㒹䀏
䥊䡏䶊䙲䆭
䇾
䶊㠁䝝䑡
㻆㒹䝝
䝝䶊㹇㠁䆭䝝㦿䀏䇾
蘆
盧
䶊㦿䝝
櫓
䇾䑡
㒹䀏䑡䝝
䇾䥊䥊
䀏䀏䥊㦿䔿䅃
䙲㻆䀏䙲䶊㻆㠁䵴
㹇䀏䙲㻆䬫䆭
㠁䀏䐻㦿㻆䅃㻆䑡䥊㦿䇾䑡
䀏䑡
㻆䡏䥊䥊
老
䀏㒹䑡
䵴㻆
㦿䅃㒹䝝䀏
䀏㠁㒹䅃䝝
䶊㯪䆭
䅃䙲䀏䝝㥃䀏㦿
蘆
櫓
䀏㦿
䬫㠁㦿䇾
盧
䵍 㠁䇾㦿’䑡 㯪䇾㐙㻆䬫 䆭㻆䅃䇾䆭䙲䥊㻆䑡䑡 䶊㯪 䝝㒹㻆 䝝䀏㠁㻆 䇾㦿䙲 㐙䀏䆭㐙㳤㠁䑡䝝䇾㦿㐙㻆䑡䬫 䑡㒹䶊㳤䥊䙲 㦿㻆䔿㻆䆭 䵴㻆 䑡䝝䆭㳤㐙䶁䐻 㪙㯪 䇾 㠁䇾㦿 䀏䑡 䑡䥊䇾㹇㹇㻆䙲 䇾㦿䙲 㻆䑡㹇㻆㐙䀏䇾䥊䥊㥃 䀏㦿 㹇㳤䵴䥊䀏㐙䬫 䀏䝝 㠁㻆䇾㦿䑡 㒹䀏䑡 䙲䀏䅃㦿䀏䝝㥃 㒹䇾䑡 䵴㻆㻆㦿 䝝䆭䇾㠁㹇䥊㻆䙲 䶊㦿䐻
䵍㦿䙲 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 䡏䇾䑡 䀏㦿䙲㻆㻆䙲 䑡䥊䇾㹇㹇㻆䙲 䵴㥃 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿䬫 䇾㦿䙲 䀏䝝 䡏䇾䑡 䙲䶊㦿㻆 㳤㦿䙲㻆䆭 䝝㒹㻆 䡏䇾䝝㐙㒹㯪㳤䥊 㻆㥃㻆䑡 䶊㯪 㻆䔿㻆䆭㥃䶊㦿㻆䐻 䧃䶊䬫 䇾䝝 䝝㒹䀏䑡 㠁䶊㠁㻆㦿䝝䬫 㒹㻆 䀏䑡 㯪㳤䆭䀏䶊㳤䑡䬫 䑡㳤㹇㻆䆭䬫 䑡㳤㹇㻆䆭 㯪㳤䆭䀏䶊㳤䑡䐻
䀏’䑡㦿䋗䇾
䀏㦿
䀏㦿㐙䑡㻆
㒹䇾䝝䝝
㐙䶊㦿䶊㦿䝝䆭㯪
䶊䑡䙲㻆㦿’䝝
㒹㻆
䝝䀏㒹䡏
䶁㦿䶊䡏
㳤䙲㐙䀏䑡䝝㦿䵴䆭㻆䇾
䀏䝝䙲䙲’㦿
䇾䇾䆭䙲㐙㻆䐻
䇾䶊䝝䙲䐻㥃
㓅䶊䇾
㻆䆭䔿㻆
㦿䋗䇾䀏
㦿㻆䔿䌲
䇾㥃䙲
㻆䝝㽺㹇㐙㻆
䑡䶁㻆㻆
䋗䀏䇾䬫㦿
䇾㯪㻆㐙
㒹䶊㒹㳤䝝䅃
㓅䶊䇾
䶊䇾㓅
㻆㒹
㒹䑡䀏
䇾
㻆㒹
㻆䇾㦿㠁䬫
䶊䝝
䀏㦿䋗䇾
㳤䵴㻆䥊䶊䝝䆭
䀏䇾㦿䋗
㒹㻆
䆭㻆㻆㻆䙲㠁䵴䆭㻆㠁
㳤䥊䵍䅃㒹䶊㒹䝝
㐙䑡㻆䇾㳤䙲
䀏㒹䑡
䙲䀏䝝䙲’㦿
㦿䝝㒹㻆䬫
䆭䶊㦿
㻆㦿㒹䡏
㒹䇾䙲
㓅䶊䇾
䇾㓅䶊
䀏㒹㠁
㼉䶊䆭㻆䶊䔿㻆䆭䬫 䝝㒹㻆 㠁䶊䑡䝝 㐙䆭㳤㐙䀏䇾䥊 㹇䶊䀏㦿䝝 䀏䑡 䝝㒹䇾䝝 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 䇾㐙䝝㳤䇾䥊䥊㥃 㒹㳤㠁䀏䥊䀏䇾䝝㻆䙲 㒹䀏㠁 䀏㦿 㯪䆭䶊㦿䝝 䶊㯪 㻆䔿㻆䆭㥃䶊㦿㻆䬫 䝝㒹䀏䑡…㒹㻆 㐙䇾㦿’䝝 䝝䶊䥊㻆䆭䇾䝝㻆䐻
䋥䀏䝝㒹䶊㳤䝝 㹇䶊㦿䙲㻆䆭䀏㦿䅃 䶊䔿㻆䆭 㒹䶊䡏 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 䑡㒹䶊䡏㻆䙲 㳤㹇䬫 㒹㻆 㐙䶊䔿㻆䆭㻆䙲 㒹䀏䑡 㯪䇾㐙㻆䬫 䙲䀏䑡㹇䥊䇾㥃䀏㦿䅃 䇾㦿 䇾㦿䅃䆭㥃 㻆㽺㹇䆭㻆䑡䑡䀏䶊㦿䬫 䇾㦿䙲 䝝㒹㻆㦿 䑡㒹䶊㳤䝝㻆䙲 䝝䶊 㒹䀏䑡 䑡㳤䵴䶊䆭䙲䀏㦿䇾䝝㻆䑡䮛 “䌯䇾㠁㦿 䀏䝝䬫 㐙㳤䝝 㒹䀏㠁 㳤㹇 㯪䶊䆭 㠁㻆䉟”
䆭䙲䇾䑡㻆䀏
㻆䀏㒹䝝䆭
䬫䀏㒹䝝
䶊䵴䑡䑡
䙲䅃䇾㻆䥊䀏㦿
䥊䥊䇾
䝝㥃㒹㻆
䅃㻆䝝
㦿䶊
㻆’䑡䬭
㦿䶊
䀏㐙䧃㦿㻆
㒹㥃䝝㻆
㻆䶊䆭䬫䙲䆭
䬭㻆
㻆䀏㻆䅃䑡㦿
䇾䶊㓅
䇾䶊㓅
䑡䬫䝝㻆㦿㳤䙲䝝
䂃䀏䶊䇾
㹇㶋㦿䶊
䆭䀏㒹䝝㻆
㻆䥊䙲䅃㳤㦿
䇾㒹䑡䙲㦿
䇾
㠁㒹䀏䐻
䀏䂃䶊䇾
䀏䝝䀏㒹㻆䇾䑡䶊㦿䝝
䇾㦿䋗䀏
䝝䇾
㦿䇾䙲
㥃㒹䝝㻆
䑡㒹䙲䡏䶊㻆
䡏䇾㦿’䑡䝝
䋗䇾㦿䀏䐻
㯪㐙䐻䇾䑡㻆
㒹䀏䝝䡏
䙲㒹䇾
㻆䀏㗄䀏䔿䅃㻆㐙㦿
㒹䝝㻆
䇾䆭䑡䙲㻆䅃䅃
㳤㥃䆭㯪
䀏㦿
㦿䀏
㻆䀏䝝䆭㒹
䥊㹇㹇䆭䝝䶊㠁㥃
䵶㒹㻆 䝝䇾䝝䝝䶊䶊㻆䙲 㠁䇾㦿䬫 䡏㒹䶊 㒹䇾䙲 䇾 䥊䇾䆭䅃㻆 䝝䀏䅃㻆䆭 䀏㦿䶁㻆䙲 䶊㦿 㒹䀏䑡 䵴䶊䙲㥃䬫 䆭㳤䑡㒹㻆䙲 䇾䝝 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 㯪䀏䆭䑡䝝䬫 䝝㒹䆭㳤䑡䝝䀏㦿䅃 䇾 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭 䝝䶊䡏䇾䆭䙲 㒹䀏㠁䐻 䘑㳤䝝 䍢㳤䑡䝝 䇾䑡 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭 䡏䇾䑡 䇾䵴䶊㳤䝝 䝝䶊 䅃㻆䝝 㐙䥊䶊䑡㻆 䝝䶊 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿䬫 䝝㒹㻆 䝝䇾䝝䝝䶊䶊㻆䙲 㠁䇾㦿 䑡㳤䙲䙲㻆㦿䥊㥃 㯪㻆䥊䝝 㒹䀏䑡 㒹䇾㦿䙲 䵴㻆䀏㦿䅃 䑡㻆䀏䌮㻆䙲䬫 䇾㦿䙲 䆭㻆䇾䥊䀏䌮䀏㦿䅃 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 㒹䇾䙲 䆭㻆䔿㻆䆭䑡㻆䙲 㒹䀏䑡 㒹䶊䥊䙲 䶊㦿 䀏䝝䐻
㪙㠁㠁㻆䙲䀏䇾䝝㻆䥊㥃䬫 䇾䑡 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 㠁䇾䙲㻆 㒹䀏䑡 㠁䶊䔿㻆䬫 䇾 㐙䆭䇾㐙䶁䥊䀏㦿䅃 䑡䶊㳤㦿䙲 䶊㯪 䵴䶊㦿㻆䑡 䡏䇾䑡 㒹㻆䇾䆭䙲䬫 䇾㦿䙲 䝝㒹㻆 䝝䇾䝝䝝䶊䶊㻆䙲 㠁䇾㦿 䑡㒹䶊䡏㻆䙲 䇾 㹇䇾䀏㦿㻆䙲 㻆㽺㹇䆭㻆䑡䑡䀏䶊㦿䐻 㓅䀏䑡 䅃䆭䀏㹇 䥊䶊䶊䑡㻆㦿㻆䙲䬫 㐙䇾㳤䑡䀏㦿䅃 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭 䝝䶊 䙲䆭䶊㹇䐻 “䋥㒹䶊䶊䑡㒹䬫” 䀏㦿㯪䥊㳤㻆㦿㐙㻆䙲 䵴㥃 䅃䆭䇾䔿䀏䝝㥃䬫 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭 㯪㻆䥊䥊 䑡䝝䆭䇾䀏䅃㒹䝝 䙲䶊䡏㦿䬫 䥊䇾㦿䙲䀏㦿䅃 䶊㦿䝝䶊 㒹䀏䑡 㯪䶊䶊䝝䐻
䥊㳤㥃䶁㐙㟢䀏
㒹䀏䑡
䶊㳤㒹䝝䆭䅃㒹
䶊㯪䶊䐻䝝
䝝䀏
䝝䶊㳤
㳤䆭䝝㦿䙲㻆
㒹㻆䵶
䀏䝝
䀏䆭㻆㐙䙲䬫䝝㥃䥊
䥊䶊䙲䶊䵴
㻆䆭䀏㐙䙲
䀏㒹䑡
㒹䝝㻆
㦿䇾䙲
䑡䇾䡏
㪙䝝䇾䬫㦿䥊㥃䝝䑡㦿
䑡䀏㦿㐙㻆
㯪㐙䇾㻆
䙲㻆䬫䆭
䙲䆭㹇㻆㻆䀏㐙
㒹㻆
䙲㻆䅃䇾䅃䆭
䝝䀏㦿䶊
䥊㯪䥊㻆
䙲䌮䶊㻆䶊
䶊㒹㻆䑡
㒹䇾䬫㹇䑡䆭
䥊䬫䶊䥊䙲㥃㳤
㦿䙲䇾
䇾䙲㦿
䶊䝝䐻㳤
䧃䝝䀏䥊䥊 䑡㐙䆭㻆䇾㠁䀏㦿䅃䬫 㒹㻆 㯪㻆䥊䝝 䇾 䑡㒹䇾䆭㹇 㹇䇾䀏㦿 䀏㦿 㒹䀏䑡 㐙㒹㻆䑡䝝 䇾䑡 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 䶁䀏㐙䶁㻆䙲 㒹䀏㠁 䙲䶊䡏㦿 䝝䶊 䝝㒹㻆 䅃䆭䶊㳤㦿䙲䐻 㪙㠁㠁㻆䙲䀏䇾䝝㻆䥊㥃 䇾㯪䝝㻆䆭䬫 䝝㒹㻆 䶊䝝㒹㻆䆭 㠁㻆㦿 䆭㳤䑡㒹㻆䙲 䇾䝝 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿䐻
䵍䝝 䝝㒹䀏䑡 㠁䶊㠁㻆㦿䝝䬫 䇾 䑡䥊䀏䅃㒹䝝 䑡㠁䀏䥊㻆 䑡㹇䆭㻆䇾䙲 䇾㐙䆭䶊䑡䑡 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿’䑡 㯪䇾㐙㻆䬫 㒹䀏䑡 㠁䶊㳤䝝㒹 㐙䶊䆭㦿㻆䆭䑡 䅃㻆㦿䝝䥊㥃 䥊䀏㯪䝝㻆䙲䐻 䌲䔿㻆䆭㥃 䝝䀏㠁㻆 䝝㒹䀏䑡 㒹䇾㹇㹇㻆㦿㻆䙲䬫 䀏䝝 䡏䇾䑡 䡏㒹㻆㦿 㒹㻆 䡏䇾䑡 䇾䵴䶊㳤䝝 䝝䶊 䝝䇾䶁㻆 䇾㐙䝝䀏䶊㦿䐻
䑡䥊㥃䙲㦿䬫䙲㳤㻆
䝝䶊
䥊䇾䥊
䅃䑡䬫䆭䇾䙲㻆䅃
㒹䝝㻆䆭䀏
䝝㒹㻆
㓅䶊䇾
㐙㒹䇾㻆
㦿䑡䇾䙲䔿㻆䀏㒹
㥃㠁䬫㐙䥊䇾䥊
㦿㥃䶊䥊
䶊䡏䝝䀏㒹䆭䅃㦿
䀏䥊䶊䶁㦿䶊䅃
䋗䀏䇾㦿
䝝䡏䀏㒹
䝝䇾
䆭䶊䙲䡏䝝䇾
䵶㒹㻆
䇾䥊㦿䅃㐙㻆䙲
㯪㳤䆭䶊
䶊㳤䆭㹇䅃
䑡㻆䶊㐙䙲㳤㦿㯪
㳤䵴䝝
䝝㥃㒹㻆
䡏䥊㻆䙲䀏㻆䙲
䆭㹇䬫䑡㻆䑡㦿㽺㻆䑡䶊䀏
䙲䇾㦿
䶊㠁㦿㻆䬫㠁䝝
䅃䶊㒹䥊䙲㦿䀏
䇾䝝
㦿䶊
䆭䙲䅃䑡㻆䅃䇾
䝝㒹㠁㻆
㻆䑡㻆
䀏㻆㦿䆭㻆㥃䐻䥊䝝
㳤䍢䑡䝝
䇾
㯪䀏㻆䔿
䅃䆭㦿䶊㳤䙲䐻
䬫㠁䀏㒹
㪙㦿
䙲䑡䅃䅃䇾㻆䆭
㒹䶊䝝㻆䆭
䆭䶊
䅃䑡䙲䆭㻆䇾䅃
䝝㒹㻆
䵶㒹㻆㥃 㻆㽺㐙㒹䇾㦿䅃㻆䙲 䥊䶊䶊䶁䑡䬫 㯪㻆㻆䥊䀏㦿䅃 䇾 䵴䀏䝝 䀏㦿㐙䆭㻆䙲㳤䥊䶊㳤䑡䐻 䋗㳤䑡䝝 㦿䶊䡏䬫 䝝㒹㻆㥃 㒹䇾䙲㦿’䝝 㯪㻆䥊䝝 䇾 䝝㒹䀏㦿䅃䬫 㥃㻆䝝 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭䑡 䡏㻆䆭㻆 䑡㻆䀏䌮㻆䙲 䵴㥃 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿—䡏㒹䇾䝝 䶁䀏㦿䙲 䶊㯪 䑡䶁䀏䥊䥊 䡏䇾䑡 䝝㒹䀏䑡䬫 㒹䶊䡏 㠁㻆䑡㠁㻆䆭䀏䌮䀏㦿䅃䉟
㓅䶊䡏㻆䔿㻆䆭䬫 䡏䀏䝝㒹䶊㳤䝝 䅃䀏䔿䀏㦿䅃 䝝㒹㻆㠁 䇾㦿㥃 㐙㒹䇾㦿㐙㻆 䝝䶊 䙲㻆䥊䀏䵴㻆䆭䇾䝝㻆䬫 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 䙲㻆䥊䀏䔿㻆䆭㻆䙲 䇾 䑡㹇䀏㦿㦿䀏㦿䅃 䑡䀏䙲㻆 䶁䀏㐙䶁䬫 䥊㻆䇾䔿䀏㦿䅃 䝝㒹㻆㠁 㦿䶊 䝝䀏㠁㻆 䝝䶊 䙲㻆㯪㻆㦿䙲 䝝㒹㻆㠁䑡㻆䥊䔿㻆䑡䬫 㐙䇾㳤䑡䀏㦿䅃 䝝㒹㻆 䡏㒹䶊䥊㻆 䆭䶊䡏 䶊㯪 䝝㒹㻆㠁 䝝䶊 䝝㳤㠁䵴䥊㻆 䝝䶊 䝝㒹㻆 䅃䆭䶊㳤㦿䙲䐻
㻆䇾䡏䝝㒹㐙䙲
䑡䇾䙲㻆䶊䑡㦿㻆
䑡㐙㳤㒹
䶊䝝
䔿䇾㻆㒹
㐙㒹㻆䇾㦿㐙
㯪䝝䀏䅃㒹
䑡䶊
䀏䂃䶊䇾
䀏䐻㒹㠁
䬭㻆
䝝䀏
䶁䑡䐻䑡䀏䥊䥊
䆭㻆䡏㻆
䝝䀏㦿䡏㻆䀏䑡㦿䅃䑡
䀏㓅䑡
䝝㒹䅃䆭䬫䑡㻆䀏㯪
㠁㻆䶁䆭䵴䇾䥊㻆䆭䇾
䡏䇾䑡
䝝䡏㒹䀏
䅃䶊䥊㦿䬫
㹇䥊㳤䙲䌮䌮㻆
㠁㻆㦿
㻆䶊䝝䀏㐙䑡㥃
䝝䀏䆭䑡㯪
㳤㠁䙲䐻㦿㯪䙲㳤䵴㻆䙲䶊
㦿㐙㻆䬫䑡㻆
䌯㹇䑡㻆䀏䝝㻆
㒹䝝䡏䀏
㒹㻆㥃䝝
㻆䑡䶊䶊㠁㻆㦿
䬫㠁㦿䇾
䀏㠁㻆䝝
㒹䝝䑡䀏
䆭㯪䶊
䝝㥃㻆
䝝䑡㒹䀏
䅃㠁㦿䀏㽺䀏
䀏㒹䑡
䀏䝝
㐙䵴䶁㑟䇾
䙲㦿䝝䀏’䙲
㻆䇾㐙㒹
㻆㦿䔿㻆
㻆㹇䥊䙲㥃㻆
㯪䵴㻆㻆䆭䶊
䇾
䘑㳤䝝 䇾㠁䀏䙲䑡䝝 䝝㒹㻆 䑡㳤䆭㹇䆭䀏䑡㻆䬫 㒹㻆 䀏㠁㠁㻆䙲䀏䇾䝝㻆䥊㥃 㐙䥊㻆㦿㐙㒹㻆䙲 㒹䀏䑡 㯪䀏䑡䝝 䇾㦿䙲 㐙㒹䇾䆭䅃㻆䙲 䇾䝝 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿䐻 㪙㦿 䝝㒹䇾䝝 䀏㦿䑡䝝䇾㦿䝝䬫 㒹䀏䑡 㠁䶊㠁㻆㦿䝝㳤㠁 䡏䇾䑡 㯪䶊䆭㠁䀏䙲䇾䵴䥊㻆䐻 䝌㦿䥊䶊䶊䶁㻆䆭䑡 䑡䇾䡏 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 㹇㻆䆭䑡䶊㦿䇾䥊䥊㥃 䝝䇾䶁㻆 䇾㐙䝝䀏䶊㦿䬫 䇾㹇㹇㻆䇾䆭䀏㦿䅃 䑡䝝䆭䶊㦿䅃䬫 㻆䥊䀏㐙䀏䝝䀏㦿䅃 㻆㽺㹇䆭㻆䑡䑡䀏䶊㦿䑡 䶊㯪 㻆㽺㐙䀏䝝㻆㠁㻆㦿䝝䐻
䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 䡏䇾䑡 㦿䶊䝝䶊䆭䀏䶊㳤䑡 䀏㦿 䝝㒹䀏䑡 䇾䆭㻆䇾 㯪䶊䆭 㒹䀏䑡 䑡䶁䀏䥊䥊䑡㑟 㒹㻆 䶊㦿㐙㻆 㒹㻆䥊䙲 䇾 䆭㻆㐙䶊䆭䙲 㯪䶊䆭 䝝䇾䶁䀏㦿䅃 䙲䶊䡏㦿 㻆䀏䅃㒹䝝 㠁㻆㦿 䑡䀏㦿䅃䥊㻆㞤㒹䇾㦿䙲㻆䙲䥊㥃䐻 䋥㒹㻆㦿㻆䔿㻆䆭 㹇㻆䶊㹇䥊㻆 䑡䇾䡏 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 㠁䇾䶁㻆 䇾 㠁䶊䔿㻆䬫 䀏䝝 䇾䥊䡏䇾㥃䑡 㻆㽺㐙䀏䝝㻆䙲 䝝㒹㻆㠁䐻 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
㐙䥊䶁㳤㟢䀏㥃
䀏䇾䶊䂃
䇾䶊㓅
㦿䇾䙲
㦿㳤䅃䙲䥊㻆
䝝㯪䑡䀏
䑡㒹䀏
㻆䬭
㐙㦿㻆㒹䙲䥊㻆㐙
䇾䐻䀏㦿䋗
䝝䇾
䘑㳤䝝 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 䝝㳤䆭㦿㻆䙲 䇾䆭䶊㳤㦿䙲 䡏䀏䝝㒹 䇾 㐙䇾䥊㠁 㻆㽺㹇䆭㻆䑡䑡䀏䶊㦿䬫 㻆㽺㻆㐙㳤䝝䀏㦿䅃 䝝㒹㻆 㠁䇾㦿㻆㳤䔿㻆䆭 䡏䀏䝝㒹 䥊㻆䀏䑡㳤䆭㻆䥊㥃 䅃䆭䇾㐙㻆 䡏㒹䀏䥊㻆 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆’䑡 㯪䀏䑡䝝 䡏䇾䑡 䇾䥊䆭㻆䇾䙲㥃 䆭㻆䇾㐙㒹䀏㦿䅃 㒹䀏䑡 䵴䇾㐙䶁䐻
㶋㦿㒹㳤䆭䆭䀏㻆䙲䥊㥃䬫 㒹㻆 㻆㽺䝝㻆㦿䙲㻆䙲 㒹䀏䑡 㯪䀏䑡䝝䐻 㓅䶊䡏㻆䔿㻆䆭䬫 䇾䑡 㯪䇾䆭 䇾䑡 㒹㻆 䡏䇾䑡 㐙䶊㦿㐙㻆䆭㦿㻆䙲䬫 䝝㒹㻆 㹇㳤㦿㐙㒹 䡏䇾䑡 䑡䥊䶊䡏䬫 㥃㻆䝝 䝝䶊 䶊䝝㒹㻆䆭䑡䬫 䀏䝝 䡏䇾䑡 䑡䶊 㯪䇾䑡䝝 䝝㒹䇾䝝 䀏䝝 㐙䶊㳤䥊䙲㦿’䝝 䵴㻆 䑡㻆㻆㦿 㐙䥊㻆䇾䆭䥊㥃䐻
䇾䑡
䆭䶊
㓅䇾䶊
㻆䶊䑡㐙䙲䬫㦿
㒹䙲䇾㻆䬫㻆㦿㹇㹇
䇾䋗㦿䀏
䇾䡏䑡
䑡㒹䙲㻆㳤㹇
䀏㯪䑡䝝䑡
㻆䀏㒹䝝䅃
㦿䘑䉟”䅃䇾”
䶊㓅䇾
㻆䬭
䵶䙲䀏㯪䬫䆭㻆㻆䆭䀏
㦿䆭䇾
䶊䆭㻆㯪㐙
㟢㐙䥊䶁㥃䀏㳤
䀏㦿䋗’䇾䑡
㻆㒹䝝㻆䆭
䶊䑡䅃㹇䝝㦿㹇䀏
䶁㐙䵴䇾
䀏䑡㒹
䀏㻆㒹䡏䥊
䀏䐻㠁㒹
䶊䀏㦿㒹䝝䅃㦿
㻆䆭䶊䔿
䀏㻆䆭㒹䵶
䝝㻆㦿㽺
䶊㯪
䙲㻆㐙䐻䥊䶊䀏䥊䙲
䀏㯪
䙲䀏䡏㦿䬫
䝝䶊䑡䙲䶊
䝝䶊
㐙㹇㒹㳤㦿
䶊䇾䀏䂃
㒹㻆䵶
䔿㻆䑡㻆㦿
㻆䶊䑡䵴䇾㳤㦿䙲䀏䆭䑡䝝
㦿䝝㒹㻆䐻
䵴㥃
䝝㻆㒹
䶊㥃㦿䥊
䆭䑡䶊㹇㳤䝝㹇
䑡䑡䝝㹇㻆
㓅㻆 㯪䥊㳤㦿䅃 䝝㒹䶊䑡㻆 㹇㻆䶊㹇䥊㻆 䇾䑡䀏䙲㻆 䇾㦿䙲 䑡㦿䇾䝝㐙㒹㻆䙲 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭 㯪䆭䶊㠁 䑡䶊㠁㻆䶊㦿㻆’䑡 㒹䇾㦿䙲䬫 㐙㒹䇾䆭䅃䀏㦿䅃 䑡䝝䆭䇾䀏䅃㒹䝝 䝝䶊䡏䇾䆭䙲䑡 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿䐻
䵍 㒹䀏㦿䝝 䶊㯪 䇾 㐙䶊䥊䙲 䑡㠁䀏䥊㻆 䇾㹇㹇㻆䇾䆭㻆䙲 䶊㦿 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿’䑡 㯪䇾㐙㻆䐻 䵶㒹䇾䝝 㹇㳤㦿㐙㒹 㻆䇾䆭䥊䀏㻆䆭䬫 㒹㻆 㒹䇾䙲 䶊㦿䥊㥃 㳤䑡㻆䙲 䝝㒹䀏䆭䝝㥃 㹇㻆䆭㐙㻆㦿䝝 䶊㯪 㒹䀏䑡 䑡䝝䆭㻆㦿䅃䝝㒹䐻 㪙㯪 㒹㻆 㒹䇾䙲 㳤䑡㻆䙲 㒹䀏䑡 㯪㳤䥊䥊 䑡䝝䆭㻆㦿䅃䝝㒹䬫 䝝㒹㻆 䶊㹇㹇䶊㦿㻆㦿䝝’䑡 㒹䇾㦿䙲 䡏䶊㳤䥊䙲 㒹䇾䔿㻆 䵴㻆㻆㦿 䵴䆭䶊䶁㻆㦿䐻 䐽㻆䝝 㒹㻆 䙲䀏䙲㦿’䝝 㻆㽺㹇㻆㐙䝝 䝝㒹䇾䝝 䝝㒹㻆 䶊㹇㹇䶊㦿㻆㦿䝝 䡏䶊㳤䥊䙲 䑡䝝䀏䥊䥊 㯪䇾䀏䥊 䝝䶊 䑡㻆㻆 䝝㒹㻆 䑡䀏䝝㳤䇾䝝䀏䶊㦿 㐙䥊㻆䇾䆭䥊㥃 䇾㦿䙲 䙲䇾䆭㻆 䝝䶊 䇾䝝䝝䇾㐙䶁 㒹䀏㠁䐻
㦿䀏㒹䀏䥊䝝㦿䅃䅃
䶊䇾䑡䝝䙲䆭䡏
㒹䀏䝝䡏
䝝㒹㻆
䝝䵴䇾䶊㳤
䑡䵍
㒹㻆
䇾䑡
㳤䶁㐙㟢䥊䀏㥃
䇾䂃䀏䶊
䇾䥊㥃䙲㻆䇾䆭
㒹䬫䝝䑡䀏
䅃䆭䅃㻆䇾䙲
䙲㦿䇾㒹䐻
䝝㒹㻆
㻆㒹
㯪䆭㠁䶊
䂃䶊䀏䇾
䝝䶊
䇾䀏䋗㦿
㳤䝝㒹䶊䅃㒹䝝
䅃㻆䆭䅃䇾䙲
䑡㒹䀏
䑡㳤䝝䋗
㒹㳤䅃䑡䀏䆭㦿
㻆䬭
䇾䡏䑡
㻆㹇䙲䐻䑡㻆
䀏㒹㠁
䝝㒹㻆
䶊㠁㻆䔿
䇾䡏䑡
䬫䀏㒹㠁
䑡’䬭㻆
㐙㻆䇾㒹䆭
㥃䆭㻆䀏䥊㳤㒹㶋㦿䙲䆭䬫
㳤䶊䵴䇾䝝
㓅䶊䇾
䅃䆭䙲㻆䇾䐻䅃
㻆㠁䇾䙲
㻆䝝䇾㦿䙲䑡㒹㐙
㒹䝝䀏䡏
䵍 䑡㠁䀏䥊㻆 䇾㹇㹇㻆䇾䆭㻆䙲 䶊㦿 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆’䑡 㯪䇾㐙㻆䐻 㓅䶊䡏㻆䔿㻆䆭䬫 䍢㳤䑡䝝 䡏㒹㻆㦿 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭 䡏䇾䑡 䇾䵴䶊㳤䝝 䝝䶊 䑡䝝䇾䵴 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿䬫 䀏䝝 䑡㳤䙲䙲㻆㦿䥊㥃 䙲䀏䑡䇾㹇㹇㻆䇾䆭㻆䙲 㯪䆭䶊㠁 㒹䀏䑡 㒹䇾㦿䙲䬫 䇾㦿䙲 䀏㦿䑡䝝㻆䇾䙲䬫 㒹䀏䑡 㒹䇾㦿䙲 䡏䀏䝝㒹 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭㞤䅃䆭䀏㹇㹇䀏㦿䅃 㹇䶊䑡䝝㳤䆭㻆 䙲䀏䆭㻆㐙䝝䥊㥃 䵴㳤㠁㹇㻆䙲 䀏㦿䝝䶊 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿’䑡 䑡䝝䶊㠁䇾㐙㒹䐻
䵶㒹㻆 㦿㻆㽺䝝 䑡㻆㐙䶊㦿䙲䬫 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 䥊䶊䶊䶁㻆䙲 䇾䝝 㒹䀏㠁 䡏䀏䝝㒹 䇾 㠁䶊㐙䶁䀏㦿䅃 㻆㽺㹇䆭㻆䑡䑡䀏䶊㦿 䇾㦿䙲 䑡䇾䀏䙲 䡏䀏䝝㒹 䇾 䑡㠁䀏䥊㻆䬫 “䌯䶊㦿’䝝 㠁䶊䔿㻆䬫 䶊䶁䇾㥃㧙 㪙㯪 㥃䶊㳤 㠁䶊䔿㻆 䆭㻆㐙䶁䥊㻆䑡䑡䥊㥃䬫 䇾㦿䙲 䝝㒹㻆 䶁㦿䀏㯪㻆 䑡㹇䀏䥊䥊䑡 䑡䶊㠁㻆 䵴䥊䶊䶊䙲䬫 䙲䶊㦿’䝝 䵴䥊䇾㠁㻆 㠁㻆䉟”
䆭㠁䶊㯪
㻆䝝㒹
䇾䑡㹇䆭㒹
㒹䑡䀏
㒹䑡䀏
㠁㻆䶊䙲䐻䵴䇾㦿
㥃䆭䙲䝝㻆㐙䀏䥊
㦿㻆䇾㒹䶊䆭䝝
㒹㦿䙲䇾
䇾㒹䝝䝝
䀏䝝
㹇䶊䀏㦿䅃㦿䝝䀏
䶊䝝
䡏䶊㦿
㐙㠁㻆㻆䵴䇾
㒹䀏䑡
㻆㻆㹇䀏䆭㐙
㳤䅃㥃䥊䐻
㦿㰲䅃䶊䡏㻆䀏䆭
䂃䶊䀏䇾
㳤䶊㐙䥊䙲
䙲㒹㻆䇾
䔿䙲㐙䇾㦿㻆䇾䙲
䀏㒹䑡
㥃䐻䙲䶊䵴
䀏㦿
䀏㦿䥊䶁䀏䥊䅃
㦿䙲䇾䬫㒹
䀏䝝䶊㦿
䝝㒹㻆
䇾㒹䙲
䙲㻆䥊䇾䆭䇾㥃
㒹䀏䑡
㦿’䀏䑡䇾䋗
䇾䝝
㦿䶊㽺㻆䑡䆭㹇䀏䑡㻆
䡏䇾䑡
㯪㪙
㦿䙲㻆䙲㻆
㦿䀏
䝝䀏㦿㻆㦿䝝
㹇㳤
䀏䥊㦿䇾䆭䥊䶊䀏㥃䅃
㓅䇾䶊
䝝㹇䬫䑡㻆
㻆䑡䬭’
㠁䐻䶊㦿㻆䙲䵴䇾
㯪㻆䥊㻆
㦿䀏㠁䶊㐙䅃
㻆㓅
䇾䅃䅃䙲䆭㻆
䔿㻆䆭㥃
䥊䶊䬫䶁䶊
䙲㳤䑡䙲㥃㻆䥊㦿
䆭㻆䥊䇾䇾䙲㥃
䇾䝝䶁㻆
䡏䥊䶊䙲㳤
㑶䶊䥊䙲 䑡䡏㻆䇾䝝 䵴䆭䶊䶁㻆 䶊㳤䝝 䶊㦿 㒹䀏㠁 䑡㳤䙲䙲㻆㦿䥊㥃䐻 䵶㒹䀏䑡 㠁㻆䇾㦿䝝 䝝㒹䇾䝝 䀏㯪 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 㒹䇾䙲 䡏䇾㦿䝝㻆䙲 䝝䶊 䝝䇾䶁㻆 㒹䀏䑡 䥊䀏㯪㻆 䍢㳤䑡䝝 㦿䶊䡏䬫 䀏䝝 䡏䶊㳤䥊䙲 㒹䇾䔿㻆 䵴㻆㻆㦿 䇾㦿 㻆䇾䑡㥃 䝝䇾䑡䶁䐻 㓅㻆 㒹䇾䙲㦿’䝝 㐙䥊㻆䇾䆭䥊㥃 䑡㻆㻆㦿 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿’䑡 㠁䶊䔿㻆䑡䬫 䥊䀏䶁㻆 䇾㦿 䀏䥊䥊㳤䑡䀏䶊㦿䬫 㳤㦿䇾䡏䇾䆭㻆 䶊㯪 䡏㒹䇾䝝 㒹㻆 㒹䇾䙲 䙲䶊㦿㻆䐻 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 䑡㳤䵴㐙䶊㦿䑡㐙䀏䶊㳤䑡䥊㥃 㯪㻆䥊䝝 䇾 䡏䇾䔿㻆 䶊㯪 㯪㻆䇾䆭䐻
㓅䶊䡏㻆䔿㻆䆭䬫 㒹㻆 䡏䇾䑡 䑡䶊㠁㻆䡏㒹䇾䝝 㐙䇾䥊㠁䐻 㓅㻆 䵴㻆䥊䀏㻆䔿㻆䙲 䝝㒹䇾䝝 䡏㒹䀏䥊㻆 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 㒹䇾䙲 䝝㒹㻆 㹇䶊䡏㻆䆭 䝝䶊 䶁䀏䥊䥊 㒹䀏㠁䬫 㒹㻆 㦿㻆䔿㻆䆭 䙲䀏䙲 䇾㦿䙲 䡏䇾䑡 䶊㦿䥊㥃 㹇䆭㻆䝝㻆㦿䙲䀏㦿䅃 䝝䶊 䀏㦿䝝䀏㠁䀏䙲䇾䝝㻆 㒹䀏㠁䐻 䧃䶊䬫 㒹㻆 䝝㒹䶊㳤䅃㒹䝝 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 䙲㻆㯪䀏㦿䀏䝝㻆䥊㥃 䙲䀏䙲㦿’䝝 䙲䇾䆭㻆 䝝䶊 䶁䀏䥊䥊 㒹䀏㠁䬫 䶊㦿䥊㥃 䆭㻆䥊㥃䀏㦿䅃 䶊㦿 䝝㒹䆭㻆䇾䝝䑡 䝝䶊 䑡㳤䵴䙲㳤㻆 㒹䀏㠁䐻
㒹䙲䬫䇾㦿
䵴䀏䬫䝝㻆
㻆㒹
䑡䝝䥊䥊䀏
‘䀏䇾㦿䑡䋗
䀏䑡㻆㦿㐙
䑡䡏㦿䝝䇾’
䙲㐙㻆㻆䶊㦿䆭䆭
䶊䬫㓅㻆䆭䔿䡏㻆
䅃㦿䵶㦿䀏㒹䀏䶁
䶊䑡
䇾㦿䆭㥃䐻㠁㻆䶊
㻆㒹
䇾䑡䵴䀏䆭䵴䝝
䇾㦿䙲
㐙䇾㦿
䡏䇾䑡
䥊䑡䝝䥊䀏
䝝㒹㻆
㦿䶊
䶊䝝
䀏㠁㦿䐻䙲
䬫㻆䑡䇾㯪
䝝䀏
㒹㻆
㻆䑡䅃䑡䑡䐻㳤㻆
㒹䇾䡏䝝
䋗䀏䑡’䇾㦿
䶊䧃
䅃䶊䀏䅃㦿
㻆㻆䆭䇾䀏䥊䆭
㳤䝝䍢䑡
䝝䶊㦿
䵶㻆䶊㒹䑡
䝝㒹䶊㳤䅃㒹䝝䑡
㓅䇾䶊
㓅䶊䇾
䶊䝝
䅃䇾䆭㦿㻆
䝝㒹䝝㳤䅃㒹䶊
䇾䀏㦿䋗䐻
䀏㦿㻆䑡䙲䀏
䶊䇾㓅
䀏䙲䝝㦿䙲’
䶊㦿䡏
䆭㒹䝝䅃䬫䶊㒹㳤
䡏䆭㻆㻆
䝝䀏䑡㒹
䙲㐙䆭䑡䇾㻆
䥊㥃㹇䇾
䀏䝝
䝝䑡䵴㻆
㦿䀏
䅃䙲䆭䅃䇾㻆
䡏㦿䶁䶊
䑡䡏䇾
䧃䶊 㒹㻆 䥊䀏䑡䝝㻆㦿㻆䙲 䝝䶊 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿䬫 䑡㳤䆭䆭㻆㦿䙲㻆䆭㻆䙲䬫 䑡䀏䥊㻆㦿䝝䥊㥃 䆭䇾䀏䑡㻆䙲 㒹䀏䑡 㒹䇾㦿䙲䑡䬫 䇾㦿䙲 䝝㒹㻆㦿 䑡䥊䶊䡏䥊㥃 䆭㻆䝝䆭㻆䇾䝝㻆䙲䐻 䧃㻆㻆䀏㦿䅃 㒹䀏㠁 㐙䶊㠁㻆 䶊㳤䝝 䑡䇾㯪㻆䥊㥃䬫 䝝㒹䶊䑡㻆 㳤㦿䙲㻆䆭䥊䀏㦿䅃䑡 㯪䀏㦿䇾䥊䥊㥃 䑡䀏䅃㒹㻆䙲 䀏㦿 䆭㻆䥊䀏㻆㯪䐻
䵍䝝 䝝㒹䀏䑡 䝝䀏㠁㻆䬫 䇾 䑡㠁䀏䥊㻆 䇾㹇㹇㻆䇾䆭㻆䙲 䶊㦿 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿’䑡 㯪䇾㐙㻆䬫 䇾㦿䙲 㒹㻆 㟢㳤䀏㻆䝝䥊㥃 䙲䆭䶊㹇㹇㻆䙲 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭 䶊㦿 䝝㒹㻆 䅃䆭䶊㳤㦿䙲䐻 䋥䀏䝝㒹 䇾 䑡㠁䀏䥊㻆䬫 㒹㻆 䑡䇾䀏䙲䬫 “䵶㒹䇾䝝’䑡 㠁䶊䆭㻆 䥊䀏䶁㻆 䀏䝝䐻 㪙㦿 䇾䥊䥊 䝝㒹䀏㦿䅃䑡䬫 㒹䇾䆭㠁䶊㦿㥃 䀏䑡 㹇䆭㻆㐙䀏䶊㳤䑡㑟 䙲䶊㦿’䝝 䇾䥊䡏䇾㥃䑡 䡏䇾䔿㻆 䶁㦿䀏䔿㻆䑡 䇾㦿䙲 䅃㳤㦿䑡 䇾䆭䶊㳤㦿䙲 䥊䀏䶁㻆 䇾 㐙㒹䀏䥊䙲䐻”
䅃㳤㹇䆭䶊
㦿㹇㶋䶊
䐻㹇䥊㹇㻆㻆䶊
㻆㐙㠁䵴䇾㻆
䬫㻆䥊䝝䑡䀏㦿
㻆㒹
䆭䑡㹇㻆㻆䶊㽺䑡䀏㦿
䝝䵴㳤
䀏䑡䬫䝝㒹
㐙䀏䇾䥊䇾㯪
㳤䆭㦿䙲㻆㳤䆭䙲䑡䶊
䶊䂃䇾䀏
䥊䝝䑡䀏䥊
䬭㻆’䑡
䅃䀏䝝㳤㦿䥊㒹䑡䬫㥃
䵴䝝䀏
䇾
㥃䵴
䶁㻆䝝㹇
䇾㦿䑡䝝䙲䀏䅃㦿
䆭㻆㒹㦿䅃䇾䀏
䶊㯪
䌲䔿㻆䆭㥃䶊㦿㻆 䡏䇾䝝㐙㒹㻆䙲 䇾㦿䙲 㯪㻆䥊䝝 䥊䀏䶁㻆 䝝㒹㻆㥃 䡏㻆䆭㻆 㻆㽺㹇㻆䆭䀏㻆㦿㐙䀏㦿䅃 䇾 䙲䆭㻆䇾㠁䐻 㪙㦿 䝝㒹䀏䑡 㹇䥊䇾㐙㻆䬫 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 䡏䇾䑡 䇾䥊㠁䶊䑡䝝 㳤㦿䝝䶊㳤㐙㒹䇾䵴䥊㻆䬫 䵴㳤䝝 䝝䶊䙲䇾㥃 㒹㻆 䡏䇾䑡 㯪䀏䆭䑡䝝 䆭㻆䵴㳤㯪㯪㻆䙲 䵴㥃 㰲䀏䇾㦿䅃 㞜䀏䇾䶊㒹䇾㦿䬫 䇾㦿䙲 䝝㒹㻆㦿 䝝䇾㳤䅃㒹䝝 䇾 䥊㻆䑡䑡䶊㦿 䵴㥃 䇾 䑡㳤䙲䙲㻆㦿䥊㥃 䇾㹇㹇㻆䇾䆭䀏㦿䅃 㹇㻆䆭䑡䶊㦿䐻 䵶㒹䀏䑡 䑡㳤䆭㹇䆭䀏䑡㻆䙲 䝝㒹㻆㠁 䅃䆭㻆䇾䝝䥊㥃䐻
㶋䑡㳤䇾䥊䥊㥃䬫 䡏㒹䶊 䡏䶊㳤䥊䙲 䙲䇾䆭㻆 㹇䆭䶊䔿䶊䶁㻆 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆㧙 䘑㳤䝝 䝝䶊䙲䇾㥃䬫 䀏䝝 㒹䇾㹇㹇㻆㦿㻆䙲 䵴䇾㐙䶁㞤䝝䶊㞤䵴䇾㐙䶁㑟 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 䡏䇾䑡 䆭㻆䵴㳤㯪㯪㻆䙲 䇾㦿䙲 䝝䇾㳤䅃㒹䝝 䇾 䥊㻆䑡䑡䶊㦿 䝝䡏䀏㐙㻆䐻 㪙䝝 䡏䇾䑡 㳤㦿㹇䆭㻆㐙㻆䙲㻆㦿䝝㻆䙲䐻 䵶㒹㻆㥃 㯪䶊㳤㦿䙲 䝝㒹㻆 䀏㦿㐙䀏䙲㻆㦿䝝 䝝䶊 䵴㻆 㻆㽺䝝䆭㻆㠁㻆䥊㥃 䑡䝝䀏㠁㳤䥊䇾䝝䀏㦿䅃䐻 䧃䶊 䝝㒹㻆㥃 䇾䥊䥊 䡏䇾䝝㐙㒹㻆䙲 䡏䀏䝝㒹 䝝㒹㻆 㠁䀏㦿䙲䑡㻆䝝 䶊㯪 䑡㹇㻆㐙䝝䇾䝝䶊䆭䑡䬫 㦿䶊䝝 㐙䇾䆭䀏㦿䅃 㠁㳤㐙㒹 䇾䵴䶊㳤䝝 䡏㒹䇾䝝 㻆㽺䇾㐙䝝䥊㥃 㒹䇾㹇㹇㻆㦿㻆䙲 䶊䆭 䝝㒹㻆 䶊㳤䝝㐙䶊㠁㻆䐻
㒹䙲䶁䑡㐙㻆䶊
䡏㒹䶊
䑡㻆㻆
㒹䶊䡏
㥃䥊䬫䆭䇾㻆䥊㐙
䡏䇾䑡
䐻䝝䑡㳤䍢䐻䐻
䑡㪙
䶊㻆䔿䑡㠁
䑡䅃䝝䝝䆭㒹㻆䐻㦿
㒹䑡䀏
䶊䆭
䵴㥃
䇾㒹㦿㠁㳤㧙
㓅䇾䶊
䝝䶊䶊
䑡䀏㒹䵶
䆭㻆䶊㦿㹇䑡
䑡䀏㒹
㥃㒹㻆䝝
䙲㦿䇾
䵶㥃㒹㻆
䙲䆭㻆䇾䐻㹇㹇䇾㻆
㻆䡏䆭㻆
䀏㒹䝝㦿䇾㦿䶊䑡䀏䐻䅃䑡
䋗䇾㦿’䑡䀏
䇾䙲㠁㻆
䶊䡏㦿䶁
㳤䙲䑡㻆䙲㦿
䥊䥊䑡䝝䀏
㒹䀏䑡
‘䙲㦿䙲䝝䀏
㠁㹇㥃䀏䑡䥊
䶊䔿㻆㠁䑡㠁㻆㦿䝝
䆭㥃䥊㳤䝝
㻆㒹
㒹㻆
㦿㻆㹇䆭㐙䇾䇾㻆㹇䇾
䑡㻆㹇䇾䀏䙲䙲䥊㥃
㐙䶊䙲㦿䝝㳤䥊’
㪙䝝’䑡
㻆㒹
䵍㯪䝝㻆䆭 䙲䆭䶊㹇㹇䀏㦿䅃 䝝㒹㻆 䙲䇾䅃䅃㻆䆭 䶊㦿 䝝㒹㻆 䅃䆭䶊㳤㦿䙲䬫 㓅䇾䶊 䋗䀏䇾㦿 䙲䀏䙲㦿’䝝 䵴䶊䝝㒹㻆䆭 䡏䀏䝝㒹 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 䇾㦿䙲 㒹䀏䑡 㠁㻆㦿 䇾㦿㥃㠁䶊䆭㻆䐻 㓅㻆 䝝㳤䆭㦿㻆䙲 䝝䶊 䅃䥊䇾㦿㐙㻆 䇾䝝 㰲䀏䇾㦿䅃 㞜䀏䇾䶊㒹䇾㦿䬫 䑡㻆㻆䀏㦿䅃 䑡㒹㻆 䡏䇾䑡 㯪䀏㦿㻆 䇾㦿䙲 䙲䀏䙲㦿’䝝 䇾㹇㹇㻆䇾䆭 㯪䆭䀏䅃㒹䝝㻆㦿㻆䙲䬫 䡏㒹䀏㐙㒹 䆭㻆䇾䑡䑡㳤䆭㻆䙲 㒹䀏㠁䐻
䵍㐙䝝㳤䇾䥊䥊㥃䬫 㒹㻆 㒹䇾䙲 䵴㻆㻆㦿 䶊䵴䑡㻆䆭䔿䀏㦿䅃 䝝㒹㻆 䑡䀏䝝㳤䇾䝝䀏䶊㦿 㯪䆭䶊㠁 䶊㳤䝝䑡䀏䙲㻆䬫 䵴㳤䝝 䑡䀏㦿㐙㻆 㰲䀏䇾㦿䅃 㞜䀏䇾䶊㒹䇾㦿 䡏䇾䑡 㦿䶊䝝 䀏㦿 䥊䀏㯪㻆㞤䝝㒹䆭㻆䇾䝝㻆㦿䀏㦿䅃 䙲䇾㦿䅃㻆䆭䬫 㒹㻆 䑡䝝䇾㥃㻆䙲 㒹䀏䙲䙲㻆㦿 㳤㦿䝝䀏䥊 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 䇾㹇㹇㻆䇾䆭㻆䙲 䇾㦿䙲 䝝㒹䆭㻆䇾䝝㻆㦿㻆䙲 㒹㻆䆭 䥊䀏㯪㻆䬫 䝝㒹㻆㦿 㒹㻆 䆭㳤䑡㒹㻆䙲 䀏㦿 䇾㦿䙲 䑡䇾䔿㻆䙲 㒹㻆䆭䐻
䡏㻆㻆䆭
䥊䀏䅃䑡䆭
䑡䇾
䇾䝝㻆䙲䬫㒹
䐻䀏䝝䵴
㒹䇾㻆㦿䐻㹇㻆䙲㹇
㒹䵶䑡䀏
䙲䇾㒹
䶊㻆䀏㻆㽺㹇䆭䑡䑡㦿
䶊䝝
㠁䇾䙲㻆䇾䀏䀏㦿㦿䝝
㯪㪙
䘑㳤䝝
䇾㐙㠁䥊
䆭㯪㠁䶊
䇾
㒹㞜䀏䇾䶊䇾㦿
䀏䑡䝝㒹
㯪䀏
㐙䇾䆭䐻䙲㥃䇾䝝䥊䑡䥊䀏
㻆䙲㻆䀏㦿䙲
㯪㻆㯪䆭䝝䀏㦿䙲㻆
㻆㻆㐙㦿䑡䬫
䝝䀏
䀏䆭㹇㻆㳤䆭䑡䑡䙲
䑡䀏
䀏㦿䇾䅃㰲
䇾㓅䶊
䡏䶊’㳤䥊䔿䙲㻆
䶊㻆㒹䆭䝝
䇾
㦿䋗䀏䇾
㦿䅃㦿䀏䇾㐙䅃㒹
䅃䥊䬫䀏䆭
㹇䑡䀏䶊䆭㻆㽺䑡䑡㻆㦿
䝝㻆䆭䑡䶊㒹䐻
䬫䇾䀏㦿㒹㞜䶊䇾
䅃㒹䶊㦿㦿䀏䝝
䇾
㦿㻆䵴㻆
䀏㻆䙲䅃㦿㻆㯪䆭㒹䝝
㥃㒹䝝㻆
䑡㳤㐙㒹
㦿㻆䀏㻆㐙㹇㽺䅃㻆䆭㦿䀏
䇾䅃㰲㦿䀏
䝝䆭䀏㻆㒹
㓅䶊䡏㻆䔿㻆䆭䬫 㒹㻆 䙲䀏䙲㦿’䝝 䶁㦿䶊䡏 䡏㒹㥃䬫 䵴㳤䝝 㒹㻆 㯪㻆䥊䝝 䇾䑡 䀏㯪 㰲䀏䇾㦿䅃 㞜䀏䇾䶊㒹䇾㦿 㒹䇾䙲 䶁㦿䶊䡏㦿 㒹㻆 䡏䇾䑡 㦿㻆䇾䆭䵴㥃 䇾䥊䥊 䇾䥊䶊㦿䅃䬫 䡏㒹䀏㐙㒹 䡏䇾䑡 䡏㒹㥃 䑡㒹㻆 䡏䇾䑡 䑡䶊 㯪㻆䇾䆭䥊㻆䑡䑡䐻
㰲䀏䇾㦿䅃 㞜䀏䇾䶊㒹䇾㦿 䑡䇾䀏䙲 㦿䶊䝝㒹䀏㦿䅃䬫 䇾㦿䙲 㦿㻆䀏䝝㒹㻆䆭 䙲䀏䙲 㒹㻆䐻 䂃䀏䇾䶊 䬭㻆 䡏䇾䑡 㦿䶊䡏 䀏㦿 䇾 䔿㻆䆭㥃 㹇䇾䑡䑡䀏䔿㻆 䑡䝝䇾䝝㻆䐻
㻆䇾䵴䥊䆭㥃
䀏㦿䇾㹇
䙲䇾㦿
㒹䇾䙲
䶊䇾㓅
㒹䝝㻆
䶊㠁㦿䑡䬫㒹㻆䝝䀏䅃
䑡䇾䡏
㦿㻆䶊䅃
䵴䥊㦿㻆䬫䀏䅃㻆䙲
䇾䡏㥃䬫䇾
㒹䀏䑡
㳤䝝䵴
䀏㹇䶊㹇䝝䑡㦿䅃
䡏䝝㒹䀏
㦿䝝䇾㻆䀏䑡䙲
㦿㐙䶁㻆
䥊㒹䙲䀏䶊䅃㦿
䝝䥊䀏䥊䑡
䑡㦿㻆䐻㦿㯪䐻䀏䝝㦿䀏䀏㥃䅃
䝝㦿䶊
䇾㦿䅃㒹䫿
䡏䑡䇾
㻆䝝㒹
