Chapter 342: White Mother and Black Daughter

In the manor house behind the Greatwood Hotel, a middle-aged man was training a hawk on the lawn. He was the head of the Greatwood family, George. And on his arm stood a golden eagle, half as tall as a man.

George stroked the golden eagle and said, 'The golden eagle is the most fierce animal on the grasslands. It hovers in the air, watching every move of its prey on the ground. It will capture its prey with a swoop to capture its prey. Its claws can dig deep into the flesh of its prey, and it is used to watching its prey struggle in vain beneath its claws, because the weak cannot change their fate of being toyed with by the strong.'

George then opened a neighbouring cage, which contained a goose trembling in the face of the golden eagle. Even when the cage was opened, it did not react . It was only when George tapped the cage gently that the goose responded, cautiously poking its head out of the cage before flapping its wings and desperately flying towards the sky. 

Watching the geese fly into the sky, George smiled slightly and said, 'The weak always panic when faced with the strong and flee, thinking that they can escape to a new world. Little do they know that this is just a game played by the strong.'

After saying this, George shook his arm. The golden eagle understood and flapped its wings, taking off into the sky. In a moment, the mournful cry of geese could be heard in the sky. George enjoyed it and said, 'What a beautiful cry.'

Then George took off his special long leather gloves, at which point the old butler quickly walked over to report to George: 'Our people have confirmed what the taxi driver named Blountia said: Zhou Ming has indeed arrived in Itri. Since he took a flight in economy class, we didn't realise it right away. He is currently staying at the Hotel Gross. According to analysis, he is most likely here to take revenge on us.'

'Revenge? That's an interesting word,' George said with a smile, his tone full of contempt and disdain, 'So where is this Mr. Revenge now?'

'According to the news we just received, he has already rented a car at the Gross Hotel and has driven out of Orlando, heading towards the city.' At the end of the sentence, the butler asked tentatively, 'Do we need to take any action?'

'No. Since this Mr. Revenge wants revenge and has come to Etrey so carefully, wouldn't it be a big letdown if we just told him outright that we know?' George continued, 'But if he comes, it doesn't seem right if we just let him do things that are bad for the Greatwood family! This is a real headache!'

After a moment of self-pity, George concluded, 'So let's welcome our Chinese friend in our own way, and welcome him to Etruria!'

George then added, 'But keep an eye on the Tefal family. I don't want what happened in Brighton to happen again in Etretat. After all, this Chinese gentleman's eloquence and ability to form alliances are still worthy of respect.'

'Yes, my lord, I think I know what to do. I hear the nights in Ettley can be murder.'

With that, the butler left. George turned around and saw that his golden eagle had already brought the poor goose back to the ground and was now dismembering it with its beak and talons!

Watching this scene, George suddenly smiled: 'It seems that the fate of the weak is already determined, but how to ravage today is a matter for the strong to consider. And now in this field in Etly, I am the golden eagle, and you, Zhou Ming, are sorry, you can only be that poor goose. Don't blame me, this is the world of the weak being preyed upon by the strong.'

At this moment, on the other side, Ming Zhou and Zeke got into the car and left Orange County. In fact, there is not just one way to get back to Orlando. However, after Ming Chow asked the hotel if there was any rule that no vehicles were allowed in at night, Ming Chow was completely sure that someone had done this on purpose.

Zhou Ming then said to him, 'Let's find a decent hotel to stay at first. According to the map, there is a good hotel on the Gadenstrasse just ahead.'

Following Zhou Ming's instructions, he was about to turn onto Garden Street, but suddenly he slammed on the brakes again because someone was running towards him. With the light from the car's headlights, Zhou Ming recognised that it was the black little girl who had just hit him on the door of the Orlando.

Zhou Ming frowned. He rolled down the window and asked, 'Is there anything else you need? If I don't give you money, will you keep following our car?'

'I'm sorry, my distinguished sir, we didn't mean to cheat you. It was my daughter who made a mistake and caused you a lot of trouble. I apologise to you.'

A hoarse voice came from behind him, and Zhou Ming looked back to see a white woman slowly walking over. Her clothes were very worn, her figure extremely emaciated, and her yellow hair was already faintly grey.

The little black girl also shook her head desperately at the white woman's words, and kept apologising to Zhou Ming with a bow: 'I'm sorry, sir. I was wrong before. I shouldn't have tried to cheat you. That's why you been mistaken for my accomplice and thrown out by the police. But I did it because my mother is sick and I really have no money. Please forgive me!'

This situation came as a bit of a surprise to Zhou Ming, but on second thought it made sense. From the beginning, Zhou Ming had noticed that the little black girl's acting skills were not that sophisticated, and she did not have the kind of nagging and persistence that a person who was going to con someone would have. It seemed as if she was still willing to reason with people. At the time, Zhou Ming found this strange, but now he thinks that she was probably forced to do this because of her mother's illness.

Since the other party had already caught up and apologised, and had also explained the reason, naturally Zhou Ming could not pursue it further. So Zhou Ming shook his head and said, 'You actually don't need to apologise, because you weren't specifically targeting Ming, but had your own unavoidable difficulties. So even if I gave the money, I would not blame you. And it's not your fault that we couldn't get into Orlando, it's our own fault.'

Zhou Ming's words made the mother and daughter feel strange. Without further explanation, Zhou Ming handed the little girl ten thousand US dollars and said, 'In fact, there are other ways to get money for your mother's treatment, such as starting a fundraiser. You don't have to take this path. I have $10,000 here for you to give to your mother for medical treatment. I hope this helps.'

'Mom, we have money! You can go to the hospital tomorrow to get your medicine for dialysis again! You don't have to suffer anymore!'

The little girl took Zhou Ming's money as if she had received the best treasure in the world and went to her mother to take credit. The white woman didn't want it at first, but she took it after Zhou Ming insisted.

'Thank you very much for your help. You said you were stuck outside Orlando and couldn't get back to the hotel. Then you can stay at our house for the night,' The white woman said to Zhou Ming, and then explained, 'Please don't worry. Even though you can see that our clothes are worn out, our home is not in the slums, so you won't be inconvenienced.'

The little girl added, 'Yes, our home is very big and has many rooms, so you will have enough space to rest!'

Faced with the hospitality of the white woman and little girl, Zhou Ming thought for a moment before finally agreeing to their request. The little black girl cheered with joy.

Then Zhou Ming helped the mother and daughter into the car while saying to his wife in Mandarin, 'I feel that they have a lot of problems. Anyway, we have nowhere to go and no particular destination. Maybe we'll discover something unexpected if we follow them.'

He nodded: 'Actually, I feel the same way.'

So it was that Zhou Ming took the mother and daughter back to their home. It wasn't far, just a few minutes' drive away. It was a single-family house with a fence and a very large yard. Despite the graffiti on the outer walls and the gate, and the fact that the outside of the house looked very run-down, it was still obvious that this was no ordinary house.

And when you enter the villa, you will be even more surprised, because although the furnishings inside the villa are already very old, the overall layout is still very neat and tidy. There is no messy look as in the slums, and the carpets and tables are spotless.

Seeing all this, Zhou Ming knew that his judgment was correct. This mother and daughter must have a story. Although Zhou Ming could not tell if it was related to what he was about to do, it was not impossible to listen to her story and offer some help, given his current situation.

'What do you think? Our home is not as bad as you think, is it?' The little girl said proudly to Zhou Ming, as if she was very unhappy with Zhou Ming's previous doubts.

Zhou Ming laughed in response: 'It is indeed very clean here, just like the five-star hotel we are staying in.'

Zhou Ming's words were obviously a compliment, but the little girl was very happy. From the conversation along the way, Zhou Ming already knew that the white woman's name was Margaret and the little girl's name was Julia. From their conversation, Zhou Ming deduced that Margaret's age seemed at least 20 years younger than she actually was, while the little girl, Julia, looked five years older than she was. It was only poverty and hunger that made them look so much older than they really were.

Margaret Margarete was going to help Zhou Ming and clean up a room first, but Zhou Ming stopped her, saying, 'There's no rush. Let's chat first.'

With that, Zhou Ming sat down with Margaret Julia in the living room on the first floor. Without any pretence of politeness, Zhou Ming directly asked the question on his mind: 'Can you tell me what exactly happened to you? It seems to me it seems to me that even if you are not rich, you should not be penniless. Could it be that your illness, Mrs. Margaret, requires a lot of money?'

Zhou Ming asked this question not without reason, because Zhou Ming's own past life was that of an ordinary poor person, and in this life he has become a wealthy man and has come into contact with many wealthy families. Therefore, Zhou Ming is well aware that there are great differences between the habits of the rich and the poor in many of the most basic aspects.

A The simplest and most obvious example is that the houses of the wealthy are always very clean and tidy, but the shacks in the slums are always dirty and messy.

The wealthy have dedicated servants and nannies to clean up after them, while the shantytown huts must be cleaned up after themselves. This is not an excuse for the mess, but the fundamental difference is that the poor people in the slums are used to filth and disorder. Even if they were given a villa, it would still be filthy and disorderly. But the rich, even if they live in a shack, will still keep it tidy and organised.

And now Margaret and Julia's villa furnishings are simply telling Zhou Ming: their status is not simple, at least it wasn't simple in the past!

It is these ideas that prompted Zhou Ming to ask this question, and Margaret was not surprised by it: 'I knew I would definitely be asked this when I picked you up here, because you don't look like ordinary people.'

At that moment, little Julia suddenly added: 'Of course we're not ordinary people. My mother is very important! She was supposed to live in a house across the river...'

'Julia , shut up! Who told you to speak? Have you forgotten your manners? ' Margaret interrupted Julia's words seriously and reprimanded her.

Relax when you're nervous, comfort yourself when you're troubled, and don't forget to congratulate yourself when you're happy!