Chapter 840 Jasmine Revolution

"Abudi, are you ready?" In the room, three coolly dressed men were sitting around a small table, talking about a middle-aged man with a calm face but a fierce spirit on his body.

Called 'Abdi' is a young man, who is only 23 or 24 years old. He wears a cheap white shirt on his upper body and white jeans on his lower body. At this moment, the young man's face is gray and haggard, and his brown eyes are covered with blood.

Hearing the middle-aged man's question, Abdi's body trembled slightly, but then he raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man with his blood-filled eyes and said, "I want to know when will you fulfill your promise? I want to see the money. I want it now.

The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders when he heard the words and nodded, "Okay, as you wish." Then he gave a look to the young man who seemed to be an assistant beside him. The assistant took out a black convenient bag from his backpack and put it on the table.

Abdi oozed out a pair of thick hands that were far from that of the young man. He trembled and picked up the black convenience bag and opened it, revealing the corner of a pile of US dollars inside.

Put the convenience bag on his lap, and Abudi opened the convenience bag and counted it carefully. The total is 6 stacks of US dollars, each stack is exactly 10,000 US dollars, a total of 60,000 US dollars is his reward this time.

60,000 US dollars is enough for his income of not eating or drinking for 20 years. He can exchange for this money. He can not only repay the loan he signed, but also leave half of it for his sister to find a job after college.

Re-tighting the convenience bag, Abudi clasped his hands tightly as if he was afraid that others would take them away. He looked at the middle-aged man for a long time, nodded and said, "When will you inform me? You know where I live."

After saying that, under the other party's eyes, Abudi left the room with a black convenient bag.

Abudi carefully returned to his home in the poor kiln with a black convenience bag. He stood outside the door and saw the light in the window of the house. Abudi's face was darker, but then he took a deep breath and opened the door with a gentle smile on his face.

"Brother, are you back?" Hearing the sound of Abudi opening the door, a crisp and happy voice remembered. Abudi looked along the voice and saw a girl in a white dress with black hair standing by the narrow door and looking at him with a smile.

"Aisha, I'm back. Have you eaten at night? Abdi put the black convenience bag behind him a little, and then looked at his sister with a smile and asked.

"I've eaten it. Aunt Basma sent a fish to our family in the evening, and I left half of it for you." Aisha said with a smile and planned to prepare dinner for her brother.

"No, Aisha, I ate by the roadside when I came back." Abudi quickly stretched out his hand to stop his sister.

"Oh..." Aisha looked at her brother and noticed the black convenience bag hidden behind her. She nodded her little head and said, "Brother, I'm going to bed. Good night."

"Good night!"

The next day, Abudi first repaid the signed loan, deposited the money in the bank, and went home to write a will and put it in the drawer of the room with the bank card.

In the afternoon, a blue pickup truck came outside Abudi's house. In a sound of horns, Abudi still came out in that suit. However, at this moment, Abudi almost turned back step by step, and his eyes were full of reluctance. He knew in his heart that he would never leave. When Fa came back, or when he came back, he was already a corpse or a box of ashes.

"Let's get in the car." Yesterday, the middle-aged man opened the car door and said.

Abdi took a last look at the dilapidated home, then gritted his teeth and got into the pickup truck, and soon the pickup truck disappeared on the street corner.

On a relatively busy street in Sidi Bujid, a young man in a white shirt and white jeans was pushing a cart of fruit for sale. In a place on the street where there were many hawkers, he stopped the car and prepared to occupy a stall here.

"There is still half an hour left, and everything is ready for you." A guest who seemed to be selling fruit in front of the fruit youth stall whispered in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "Don't worry, if this task is successful, I will apply to the above for additional compensation for your sister." After saying that, the guest nodded to the young man selling fruit, picked up a bunch of bananas and left the money.

Half an hour later, a municipal axe city management patrol car drove here. When the hawkers saw the city management car from afar, they hurriedly packed up the stalls and fled. The screams and panicked hawkers formed a different 'scenery' on the street.

Several cold-faced city management managed to get out of the car and rushed to the crowd who fled crazily. Several slower hawkers were directly put to the ground. Among these fleeing hawkers, a young man selling fruit was not very fast, and he was soon caught up by the city management and knocked to the ground a few times.

"Working with your head is to be happy. Today's income will definitely not be less. A city manager who was moving the stalls left by the hawker to the car said with a smile to his companion beside him.

"That's right, everyone knows that there is a brother-in-law working in the municipal axe, so we can ignore the complaints of those vendors." The companion also said with a bright smile.

"Please let me go... Don't take my things, that's the source of my family's life..." A young man was begging behind an urban manager carrying a box of fruit. When several pedestrians next to them saw this scene, they also began to accuse the urban management of having no surname and feelings. Even an unemployed young man who made a living by selling fruits at home did not have any sympathy. If in reality, the law is really more than anything else, and everything is to protect the law, no one will say so, but everyone knows that the law is Many people's mouths are a tool to imprision others, but it has no effect on themselves.

"Hmm, we are rectifying and punishing the behavior that destroys the urban environment according to the municipal axe regulations. Although I sympathize with you, I can't violate the regulations and laws of the municipal axe. If you can't pay a fine of $500, we must confiscate it. The urban management manager may have seen the anger of the crowd. Something was wrong, so he had to stop and say it righteously. He had no choice but to let go of the Buddha, as if you don't want to blame me.

But who knows that every time these confiscated goods are sold in private, they are privately divided up by them. In the current international economic downturn, not only ordinary people have difficulties in their lives, but even these civil servants have no food in their homes.

The young fruit seller with his hands clenched into fists and red eyes could only watch the city management carry the goods he was living on the car, and then swaggered away, leaving only the voice of pedestrians sighing and sympathy in place.

"Allah, why don't you give your people a way to live?" The young fruit seller in the middle of the road suddenly knelt on his knees and looked up at the clear sky and roared hoarsely.

In a blink of an eye, God seemed to hear the shouts of believers. The wind and clouds changed color, and there were soon dark clouds in the sky.

The young fruit dealer was not interested in whether God heard his shouts at all. He rushed to the street with red eyes. When he met a pickup truck parked on the roadside to unload goods, the young man stopped and stared at a gasoline barrel that was being carried down by workers on the pickup truck.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the young man rushed to push away the porter crazily and opened the gasoline barrel. The dozens of liters of gasoline barrel did not weigh at all, and he directly held it on his chest and poured the gasoline on his body.

Everything was such a coincidence that the tragedy happened immediately.

A fruit seller is on the street, raising fire in full of the public. Burning, the whole person immediately burned into a fireman.

Pedestrians and pickup truck owners who came to their senses immediately called the police and emergency calls. But the young man was full of gasoline and could not put out the fire by fighting at all. Everyone could only watch the young man roll on the ground and make his scalp tingling screams.

However, at this time, there was a strong wind in the sky, and soon the pouring rain fell. A shopkeeper also brought a fire extinguisher from the store, but it was too late, and the poor fruit seller had been burned to a ball.

The fruit seller with his own eyes was confiscated by the city management and went to the fruit seller. The people who burned the scene immediately began to be angry, not only the sympathy for the hawker, but also the dissatisfaction with the political axe and the torture of life pressure.

Ordinary pedestrians, hawkers, shopkeepers and workers do not need any organization to gather together to pray silently for the dead young man in the rain, praying that his soul will be picked up by Allah. Pray that he will not experience all these misery in another world.

When the police arrived late, especially the way of working like dealing with garbage, which had no feelings for the dead young man, completely ignited the anger of the people around him. It was said that a hot-blooded and impulsive young man began to pick up things and smashed them at the police. At the beginning, the police also took out airs to scold, but soon Submerged by the anger of the crowd.

The policeman was injured and the police car was overturned. A citizen who learned about the tragic experience of the fruit seller took to the streets in the wind and rain. They protested against the corruption of the political axe. Defeat, accusing the political axe for doing nothing, which led to the tragedy.

A blowout resistance craze that was planned but accumulated to an outbreak point quickly swept through every town in Tunisia.

Conflicts are happening everywhere in this country with a population of 10 million, including confrontations between ordinary citizens and political axe workers, confrontation between police and unemployed youth, and even confrontation between military losses and police. Everything is chaotic, the social order is being subverted, and everything is rushing in a dangerous direction.

(to be continued)