Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 522 0511 [College established]

A loud whistle sounded.

On a long downhill road, a [-]-inch bicycle was speeding down carrying a large bundle of bananas!

It was a thin black man pulling a banana.

The bundles of bananas are taller than others, and they are like a hill behind the [-] bicycle.

The black guy was concentrating on going downhill, putting his feet on the bike bench and trying to keep his body in line with the bike.

The speed of the bicycle is getting faster and faster, like an arrow leaving the string!
He didn't dare to brake!
You can't stop the car in this situation!
At this time, he is racing with death!

The people around me saw it in shock, but they took it for granted!

The black guy whistled hard to alert the people down the slope that he was coming!
Some African vendors who heard the whistle quickly ducked aside.

As soon as the vendor moved the cart, the [-]-year-old bicycle whizzed past!

If anyone sees this scene, they will definitely exclaim, "I risk my life all the way, all because of my toughness"!
The life of a black boy is really tough.

When Kenya became independent, he was 12 years old, and at that time he began to support his family by carrying bananas.

There are eight people in their family, including mom, dad, grandparents, and three younger sisters.

He is the eldest son in the family. His father broke his leg because he helped a white banana plantation owner climb a tree to cut bananas and became disabled.

Not a penny of compensation.

The white plantation owner simply left his father on the road.

His father crawled home. It was raining heavily that day.

My grandparents are too old to work, and my mother has to cook and take care of the whole family, especially my father who is disabled in bed and cannot leave home.

At the age of 12, he became the breadwinner of the family.

In order to survive, he begged the white manor owner to climb the tree and chop bananas on his father's behalf.

Seeing that he was young and too slow, the white manor owner rejected him, but "kindly" allowed him to join the banana transportation team.

From that day on, the black boy began to transport bananas on a rack truck. Because his family was poor and he was illiterate, he didn't even have a name, so the white people called him "Black Pi".

Hei Pi started hauling bananas on a bicycle when he was 12 years old. Six years later, the bicycle was transformed into a bicycle with a large [-]-inch handlebar.

This bicycle was awarded to him by the white manor owner.

In six years, he used diligence and fearlessness to help the manor owner transport mountains of bananas, helping him earn mountains of money.

So the owner of the manor was very compassionate and rewarded him with this second-hand broken bicycle in order to encourage him and let him work better for himself.

When he got the bicycle, Heipi felt like he had found a treasure. He brought water in a basin and wiped it again and again, even wiping all the mud particles in the gaps between the mud tiles. He also wiped the chain brightly one by one. Then I applied some borrowed engine oil to make the entire old bike look brand new.

In order to protect this precious baby, Heipi would move the bicycle into the house at night, put it next to his bed, then tie a rope to the handlebar, and sleep together.

Why are there so many thieves in Kenya? They steal cattle and sheep, even pots and pans, not to mention such precious bicycles.

When not in use, Heipi would hang the bicycle on the wall of his home and cover it with rags to prevent it from getting dusty.

When he is using it, he will take it off and check each part first. Only after checking it over and over again and making sure that there is no problem will he set off.

Every time he set out, his grandparents, mother, three sisters, and even his father who was disabled in bed would watch him off and personally bless him.

If nothing unexpected happens, Heipi will be very satisfied with his current life. At least he can support his family by relying on his race against death. There is even a little bit left over. The money has been saved by Heipi, and he plans to save it. Enough money to buy a prosthetic leg for my father so that he can stand up again.

But he heard that that kind of prosthetic limb was very expensive, and he might not be able to afford it in his lifetime!

My father also knew that he might never stand up again in his life, so he asked Heipi to find a tattered basketball, and then he put the broken leg inside the basketball, stuffed some cotton, weeds, etc. into the basketball, and held it on the ground. .

……

The whistle sounded.

This is the whistle of victory after the black peel has finished transporting bananas.

This moment was his happiest moment.

Proving that he had won the race with death again.

He can stop and have a luxurious bite of fried rice cake on the roadside to replenish his energy.

The roadside selling cakes was very lively today, which was different from usual. There were many people around, and they were all young people similar to him.

Black Pi didn't know what was going on.

He lovingly put the [-] big-bar bicycle to the side of the road, and then asked the familiar boss of the cake stall to help look after the car. He held the cake wrapped in leaves and leaned over to look at it.

It turned out there was a recruitment instruction posted on the wall.

“This is the Chinese Confucius Institute recruiting students! All aspiring young people can participate!”

"Wow, this is such a favorable condition! Not only can you learn Chinese at the college, but you can also take care of food and housing, and the most important thing is a scholarship!"

"Yes, the scholarship is almost three hundred dollars per year! U.S. dollars, these are U.S. dollars! Enough to feed us ordinary people for three years!"

These people are right. In Kenya, a poor African country, three hundred US dollars is enough for many poor people to feed themselves for three years!

Hei Pi was eating and grabbing cakes. When he heard the words, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes radiated hot light, and his ears stood up, listening carefully. "That's not all. Didn't you see what it says? Students who study at the Confucius Institute can also learn sewing, cooking, and knitting techniques for free in their spare time!"

"Wow, these are very popular!"

"Of course, a tailor in our village can't even spend all the money he earns in a year! And there are many hotels and restaurants vying for that chef who knows how to cook Chinese food!"

"This is a rare opportunity, and these Chinese people are so kind!"

"Who says it's not the case? If you learn Chinese then you can get an official position in one of those Chinese companies!"

"In short, these Chinese are much better than those white people, they will plunder us and enslave us!"

"Long live China! Long live the Chinese people!"

Some black youths at the scene became excited, waving their fists and shouting loudly.

"Okay, stop yelling! Do you want to sign up?" A nearby table was responsible for filling out forms, and a black man who knew Chinese sat behind him.

"Of course! I go first!"

"I go first!"

Black youths scrambled for fear of not being able to grab the form.

Black Pi's heart was moved.

All he could think about was scholarships and free learning of sewing and cooking techniques.

He is not stupid. He knows clearly that he cannot transport bananas for the rest of his life.

Especially in this kind of race against death, you might die on the road one day.

He swallowed and quickly licked off the rice cake on his fingers before trying hard to get in: "I, I also want to fill out the form!"

very lucky---
After a scramble, the black interviewer glanced at him and handed him a form.

Heipi didn't care about grabbing the cake in his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, took the pen and was about to fill it out. Only then did he remember that he couldn't read, and besides, he didn't have a name.

The other black youths reluctantly filled out all the forms. Some of them were illiterate and had to find someone to fill in the forms for them.

In the end, only Heipi was left.

He stood in front of the interview table somewhat at a loss.

The black interviewer became impatient and asked him, "Have you finished writing?"

"No, no! I, I can't read!"

"I don't know how to speak earlier! It's a waste of time!" The interviewer was a little unhappy.

At this time, a voice said: "It doesn't matter if you are illiterate. As long as you are willing to learn, you will know many Chinese characters and idioms in the future."

"Huh?" Heipi turned around quickly and saw an extremely handsome Chinese man looking at him with a smile.

When the black interviewer saw the person coming, he immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Mr. Du, why are you here?"

Other black people who knew Du Yongxiao also saluted respectfully.

Others who didn't know him looked surprised. They didn't understand who this person was and why he had such great style and aura. People couldn't help but feel awe.

"I came here to see. How's the recruitment going?"

"Many people signed up!" The interviewer, who had looked arrogant just now, now had a flattering smile on his face.

Du Yongxiao nodded, looked back at Heipi and said, "What's your name? What do you do?"

"I'm transporting bananas."

"Carrying bananas?"

Heipi quickly pointed to the [-]-inch big bike parked at the cake stall next to him, "That's my bike!"

Du Yongxiao understood and said with a smile: "You must be very powerful! If you are willing to join our Confucius Institute, I can ask someone to reserve a seat for you."

"Of course!" Heipi got excited and grabbed Du Yongxiao's arm. He immediately felt offended and hurriedly let go. He said with a grateful face: "Thank you, sir, you are such a good person! I don't know how to thank you!"

"No need to thank me, as long as you are willing to work hard to learn our Chinese culture!" Du Yongxiao patted the other party on the shoulder, and then said to the black man in charge of recruitment: "Help him process the form and reserve a seat for him by the way!"

"Yes, Mr. Du!" The black recruiter bowed and saluted.

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?" Du Yongxiao turned around and asked Heipi again.

Heipi scratched his scalp and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I...I don't have a name! But they all call me Heipi, because I am a black man, and many people call me Heipi!"

Du Yongxiao smiled and said to Heipi: "If you don't mind, I can help you choose a name."

"Really? Thank you, really thank you!" Heipi was so excited that he almost cried.

The white people looked down on him and just called him Heipi. The black people also looked down on him because he didn't even have a name. But now there was such a noble person willing to give him a name. He felt that this must be touched by his own efforts and diligence. God.

Du Yongxiao smiled slightly, glanced at the [-]-inch bicycle, and then at Heipi and said: "Since you are riding a bicycle to carry bananas, I will help you give you a powerful and domineering name. You will be called--"

Du Yongxiao paused, "Ode Biao!"

(End of this chapter)