Chapter 183 Social rules cannot be violated

Nuomiguo may have another way to enter other schools, but the time cost and opportunity cost of choosing another way are completely unpredictable, and it requires immeasurable financial resources, material resources and energy.

In this case, church schools became the optimal solution.

Chen Yan realized that he had to do something wrong: he had to find ways to obtain public education resources from church schools through improper channels.

These public education resources should belong to the children of poor families, to the child laborers who enter factories before they are minors in urban areas and industrial areas, and to anyone in need of relief.

Chen Yan knew in his heart that there was no difference between himself at this moment and Vidya Gandhi, whose moral integrity had completely collapsed.

Chen Yan originally thought that although he was not a good person, he was at least a common citizen with a bottom line. He had a little bit of morality in his heart. Although he could not be considered "noble", he would never do anything dirty.

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He always believed that his mind was normal and he was not mentally abnormal. He knew what to do and what not to do, and he would never take the initiative to do anything to hurt others.

But now, he has to compete for educational resources from children from poor families - even if they can only obtain these educational resources by luck, they still have a chance.

And what he did was tantamount to killing their little chance.

For those children, education may be more important than life - even if the church school cannot provide them with any useful knowledge, it can give them a broader vision, a wider social network, and the qualifications for further education -

The education in a missionary school allows them to have a diploma leading to university. Even if it is only used to enter a vocational college to learn a skill, it is better than entering a factory after failing to enter and staying in the workshop day and night for a lifetime.

What he is about to do will deprive them of their right to education in disguise.

They will lose the most important opportunity in their lives because of what he did.

Letting them live without hope is more cruel than killing them directly.

When Chen Yan thought of this, the cognition he had formed in the past became fragile and vulnerable to the facts.

The bottom line he always adheres to makes him look more like an unbearable clown now.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind: Did Vidya Gandhi also experience such ideological conflicts back then?

Chen Yan fell into chaos.

The moon is very full tonight, there are no clouds in the sky, and the moonlight penetrating into the lobby on the first floor of the apartment at No. 33 Walker Street is particularly bright.

Under the moonlight, the light of the kerosene lantern appeared very weak, which made the warm yellow kerosene light unable to compete with the pale moonlight.

The warmth brought by the heater seemed to be dissipated by the chill in the pale moonlight under the very weak warm yellow light.

Tonight, there is no large-scale snowfall after midnight, only scattered small diamond-shaped snowflakes fall down, lightly attached to the windows, warmed by the warm glass windows of the heater, flowing along the windows to the dirty ground below.

The rusty rectangular bricks were quickly frozen into ice by the cold wind.

Nuomiguo looked at Chen Yan, who was in a daze, and called softly: "Mr. Yan?"

Chen Yan shuddered and came to his senses: "Ah... I'm sorry..."

He smelled the faint burning smell of the burning kerosene lantern and felt the warmth rising from the floor. The fatigue of his soul slowed down his brain's thinking speed, and his complicated mood calmed down a little.

"I almost forgot." Ogami on the side suddenly said.

Chen Yan turned his head and saw Ogami taking out a slightly thick mail: "The postman delivered it when you were unconscious just now."

When Chen Yan saw this letter, he already had an omen in his heart. His head was so dizzy that he forgot the conflict in his heart for a moment, and his mood immediately improved.

He tore open the envelope, took out the letter, felt the slightly thick envelope wrapped in the letter, raised his eyebrows, and showed joy.

"Good guy, it's really delivered!"

The letter was sealed with a circular "head with three screws" style paint, which is the emblem of Colin Frankenstein!

Chen Yan opened the letter and took out a stack of banknotes that smelled of fresh printing ink. He counted them silently with both hands, greedily smelling the scent of fresh ink, and was so intoxicated that he felt like he was going to faint.

He counted them one by one, no more, no less, exactly 25 imperial pound banknotes with the emperor's face on them.

This is the advance payment that Colin Frankenstein promised him before [to study the abnormal sublimation ritual of the third uncle]!

He originally thought that Colin Frankenstein last night was just anxious and agreed in excitement. After the guy calmed down, he would consider the deal again - and probably give up the deal.

trade.

After all, that was 25 pounds of real money.

If you don’t count taxes, you can buy two apartment buildings with the location and lifespan of 33 Walker Street!

So after Chen Yan hung up the phone last night, he didn't take it to heart at all - he felt at the time that Colin Frankenstein shouldn't spend so much money.

Unexpectedly, after a whole day, the guy still made the decision to conduct the transaction and actually sent the 25 pounds!

This is the real surprise!

Ogami looked at the thick stack of 25-pound banknotes in his hand, her eyes a little straightened, and she subconsciously ignored the gold hanging on the inner placket of her previous clothes. She only felt that she had earned five pounds as a part-time bodyguard today.

Ling suddenly couldn't make himself happy anymore.

Chen Yan completely woke up because of this "real surprise", and the haze in his heart was dispelled. He looked at Ogami's dull eyes and grinned: "Ogami, do you want to make money with me?"

Ogami was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Although it's useless for me to ask for money, if you want to live in the empire, you can always use money - I want to make money."

Chen Yan looked at Nuomiguo: "We now have an opportunity to do a business with someone..."

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It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when Chen Yan and the two of them finished talking about Uncle San's [Abnormal Sublimation Ceremony].

Just like every time he has money, he has to have a big meal. Chen Yan was not stingy this time. He paid a full 15 pounds of sincerity and "lent his third uncle to them for three days of research" to get Ogami.

The promise to [capture] Uncle San.

He had to understand that the 25 pounds were almost entirely white banknotes, and it still felt prickly in his hand. He might as well take out half of it and let Ogami help digest the prickly notes.

He even hid his thoughts: If Ogami couldn't catch his third uncle, or didn't master the strength well, and chopped his third uncle to death with one knife, he would have reason to keep an eye on Ogami's name and go to fight with Ke.

Lin Frankenstein explains.
Chapter completed!