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Chapter 678 Joint Investigation (Fourth update, please subscribe)

the Philippines.

The Philippines of 1950 was not the country famous for its servants fifty years later.

In this era, the Philippines is proud, and its capital, Manila, is also proud - at least to a certain extent, it is one of the largest cities east of Malacca.

After all, Tokyo is still struggling in ruins, Hong Kong Island is still in chaos, Singapore is just a city, and Shanghai has closed its door.

And his pride is well-founded - the per capita GDP ranking of Asian countries is second only to Nanyang, ranking second in Asia. The per capita GDP of 184 US dollars is not top-notch in this era, but it is still extremely dazzling, even It is not inferior to many European countries.

However, in this country that has just become independent and is regarded as the "Star of Asia", the widespread corruption, judicial injustice, wealth gap and many other problems cannot be concealed, and have even reached the point where outsiders cannot tolerate it.

"For every ten dollars we spend to assist them, if even 0.5 dollars can be used where it should be used, that's God's blessing!"

As the U.S. ambassador to the Philippines, Anderson complained to Washington more than once about Manila's problems, but he was never taken seriously.

Snyder said, listening to the ambassador's complaints.

After putting down the camera, France's tone was filled only with sarcasm towards the Manila authorities.

“But there aren’t the slums all over Manila!”

"It's a pity that he is not Filipino."

"Yes, we need their base. In order to use their base, we pay them more than 100 million US dollars in supplies every year in a non-cash way. We even need this country, so we will provide them with hundreds of millions every year. US dollars in aid, but what became of it? It turned into deposits in Swiss banks for government officials, what a bunch of damn guys.”

Now, together with officials from the embassy and the United Nations Relief and Relief Agency, they will set foot on the land of Zamboanga to investigate and see on the ground whether the atrocities described by Quirino really exist.

France took a picture of the ground with his camera and said.

Before the plane landed at Zamboanga Airport, people on the plane all looked at the city. The city they saw was not big in scale.

While complaining, Anderson glanced out the window and said.

Ciel said this while looking at the city on the ground from the air.

The ambassador's words made Snyder shrug his shoulders and said.

"If I had a choice, I would even hope that the guys in Manila would change with the ones in Zamboanga. In this case, it would be the best choice for both Filipinos and the United States."

"Mr. Ambassador, this is not important. What is important is that Washington needs the Philippines."

"Compared to Quirino in Manila, Zhao Chenggang is a truly responsible official to the people."

While the two of them were chatting, the American reporters accompanying them were also curiously looking at the white clouds outside the cabin.

In fact, everyone knows that atrocities must exist, but there is a very good excuse, that is - those people are Huk elements.

Charles' words made France silent for a while, and he nodded in agreement.

Since Manila can attack the Huks on Luzon Island, of course they can do the same here. Even if the United States knows about it, this is correct.

"But this is not a choice we have."

“It doesn’t seem as prosperous as Manila.”

"I heard that the Zamboanga Autonomous Authority is learning from Nanyang. They even built low-rent housing specifically for people who come to the city to make a living. Many of those people are the people Quirino said were killed. This is really A joke, their only outrage might be to be too nice to these people."

So what are they here to investigate?
Everyone is clear about it, but it is just a process and then an explanation to the outside world.

"Yeah, if he were Filipino, maybe, he would have become the president long ago."

France's answer made Ciel shake his head.

"No, it's impossible. Filipinos will not choose such a president."

After the plane landed, they saw the crowds who came to greet them. When they saw those people, Charles frowned and said. "It seems that our investigation is likely to be just a formality. They will accompany us throughout the entire process and then display everything they have prepared in front of us."

Frances said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Who knows?"

……

Just two days later, Ciel realized that he had thought wrong.

Here, no one follows him at all, and no one specifies that he can only conduct interviews there. He can conduct interviews freely anywhere as long as he wants.

Being in a clean public rental community, although those houses have no aesthetic value at all, for Charles, who has visited many slums in Manila many times, the five-story apartment buildings in front of him make him I was so surprised that I couldn't even open my mouth from ear to ear.

Soon, Charles and a translator entered a resident's home. However, for Charles, who was nearly 2.4 meters tall, the apartment with a floor height of only meters seemed a bit short.

"This room seems a lot shorter!"

"Because we are not tall."

The translator, who is only 1.6 meters tall, explained from the side.

"I live in this kind of house, sir. In Manila, even translators like me can only live in slums with sewage flowing across them. As for them, they can only live in thatched huts, but what about now?"

The translator said in a showy tone.

"You see, not only can they live in a spacious and bright building, but they also have independent bathrooms, kitchens, running water, and electric lights...Mr."

A native-looking translator said.

"I don't know what kind of life Americans live, but here, such a life, for us, is undoubtedly like living in paradise,"

The translator's answer made Charles silent for a while. Of course he knew what the slums in Manila were like. For Charles, who grew up during the Great Depression, he certainly knew what such a neat and clean room meant to a family.

After all, he had lived in a slum, and with the help of a translator, he chatted with the residents about their work, life, and of course other things.

"So, you only have to pay 1 peso per month for a house like this, right?"

"Yes sir, 1 peso,"

The dark-skinned woman said with a smile.

"I never thought that I could live in a house like this, let alone that it would be so cheap. Sir, I now work in a textile factory and can earn 12 pesos a month, and I can have one day off a week."

Just here, the baby's cry came from the bedroom. Amidst the woman's scolding, the child who was doing homework reluctantly entered the room to take care of the child. Then the woman said.

"If there were no legal provisions, I would not let my children go to school at all. If they work in a factory, they will definitely earn more money."

The woman's complaint was faithfully translated to Charles, who had mixed feelings about this - although the Philippines talks about implementing compulsory education, in fact Mindanao is the only place that implements compulsory education. Not only that, they even coordinated assistance from the United Nations Relief and Relief Agency to provide food to students in schools. This kind of thing is impossible to happen even in Manila, let alone other parts of the Philippines.

"So, you are satisfied with your current life, right?"

Although the sounds from the neighbors could be heard through the walls, Charles still felt that this was a good environment. At least for ordinary people, it was pretty good to live in such a house. After all, Even now in Europe, there are still many people crowded into cramped and dilapidated houses. In comparison, these people are undoubtedly happy.

Ciel asked, looking at the room with only simple wooden tables and chairs.

"What about your husband? What does he do?"

"He... is just an idiot!"

Then the woman complained, saying how he was incited by "Hook elements" and how he tried to start a riot. In short, her husband was a fool and had no idea how to cherish the life he was living.

The woman's answer was somewhat beyond Charles' expectations, but it was also within his expectations. After all, such a life should really be cherished instead of causing trouble...

(End of this chapter)