Chapter 1982 Amira's Uncle

There were seven or eight children playing in the open space outside the house.

When they saw a car coming, they all gathered around.

Amira said, “Some of these children are from my uncle’s family, and two are my younger brothers.”

Her parents also live in this village, not far from here.

So the children of the two families often play together.

Most of these children are very thin and short, but they have big eyes. Two or three of them have bulging stomachs, as if they are very full.

They surrounded the car curiously, and some of the brave ones reached out to touch it, but quickly pulled their hands back.

The car door opened and Pi Yangyang, Amira and others got out.

When the children see Amira, they cheer and rush toward her.

Although the children were covered in dirt, Amira held them without any disgust and let them hug her.

She spoke a few words to the children enthusiastically, and then they let her go.

A little boy turned and ran into the house, shouting loudly as he ran, probably to inform the adults in the house.

Soon, four people came out of the house.

A middle-aged couple, the woman was holding a baby in her arms.

There was also a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old who looked a bit like Amira, but not as dark as her, with a brown-black skin.

Her facial features, body shape, and height are almost identical to Amira's.

She saw Amira, cheered, and rushed over with open arms, and the two of them hugged each other warmly.

Amira looked at the middle-aged couple who looked puzzled and introduced Pi Yangyang and others in their local language.

Then she pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "Mr. Pi, Mr. Xue, this is my uncle Patrick."

Pi Yangyang took two steps forward, extended his right hand and said, "Hello."

Amira translated, and Patrick seemed hesitant.

Only after Amira explained a few more words did he reach out and gently shake hands with Pi Yangyang.

Then, Amira introduced that the girl was called Irena, Patrick’s eldest daughter, and the one with whom she had the best relationship among all the sisters.

After the introduction, Pi Yangyang, Xue Ziming and Tie Niu took out the prepared oil, rice and noodles from the trunk of the car.

Seeing these things, there was a clear flash of excitement and desire in Patrick and his wife's eyes.

It can be seen that these are exactly what they need.

Patrick quickly reached out to take two barrels of oil and invited them in with a smile.

When he came into the room, Pi Yangyang was stunned for a moment.

in the country, if a family is too poor, they are often described as having bare walls.

However, Patrick's home is not even bare.

Because the walls of their house are leaky.

It can even be said that they didn't even have a decent bed. They just used some trees to simply build a large bunk bed with two floors.

As for furniture, there were only two simple wooden shelves with some daily necessities on them.

In the middle of the house, a wood-burning stove was built with several fire bricks, and a large iron pot was hung above it.

The whole room was filled with a strange smell, which made people feel suffocated.

You can imagine how inconvenient it is for such a large family to live in such a small space.

Even Tie Niu, who grew up in the wild, couldn't help but frown.

The gifts were brought in and the children looked at them eagerly.

Some of the younger ones even put their black fingers into their mouths and sucked them.

"Tie Niu, open the snacks and share them with these younger brothers and sisters..."

Pi Yangyang saw it and quickly said to Tie Niu.

Tie Niu opened a box of biscuits and gave each of them a pack.

After the children had snacks in their hands, Amira said a few words to them and asked them to go out and play first.

With the snacks, they became well-behaved and obedient and went out happily.

Looking at the gifts piled on the ground, Patrick smiled so hard that his back teeth were visible.

There were no stools in the house, only some straw mats woven from reeds, which were all covered with patina.

Pi Yangyang and Xue Ziming could only sit cross-legged on the ground.

Although I feel a little uncomfortable, there is no other way. When I go to someone's house to ask for help, I can't just look down on their poor family background.

But Pi Yangyang felt a little puzzled. Patrick was doing material registration in the mining area, and was at least a half-management member. How could his family be so poor?

But he soon figured it out.

Because there are six or seven children in this family and more than ten mouths to feed, the expenses are indeed not low.

This is the same as what happened in China decades ago: the poorer they were, the more children they had, and the more children they had, the poorer they became.

I have an obsession in my heart: I will have more children. If one of them becomes successful, then the whole family will be able to turn things around.

But they ignore the reality that such families have no chance to receive high-quality education.

At this time, Pi Yangyang was also a little curious about Amira's experience.

She studied abroad in China, which shows that her family should be well off.

But this wasn't the time to ask these questions. He looked at Amira and said, "Amira, can I ask?"

Amira nodded. “Ask.”

Pi Yangyang thought for a moment and said politely, "Mr. Patrick, we're taking the liberty to come visit you today because we want to ask for your help."

After listening to Amira's translation, Patrick nodded, meaning that he would let Pi Yangyang ask.

Pi Yangyang said, "I heard that you are in charge of material registration at the mining area. So you should be very familiar with the situation there, right?"

Patrick was slightly startled after hearing the translation, but then nodded, "I know the basic situation."

"Well, I heard that more than a dozen Chinese people came to your mining area recently. Did you know?" Pi Yangyang asked directly.

Patrick's eyes flickered noticeably, and his expression became even more hesitant. He did not answer immediately.

Pi Yangyang saw his hesitation and even a little fear.

It seems that the managers of the mining area have warned them that some information cannot be disclosed casually.

He looked at Amira for help, hoping to see if she had any ideas.

Amira met his gaze, then turned to Patrick and said, "Uncle, they're good people. This Mr. Xue is a Chinese soldier, and they're here to help us. Also, this little brother Tie Niu once saved me. If it weren't for him, I would have been captured by those Koreans."

Patrick looked at Amira with surprise and some nervousness.

Amira continued, "He's looking for Mr. Pi's relatives. They were tricked into going to Africa. He came here to look for them. Uncle, if you know anything, please tell Mr. Pi..."

After listening to Amira's persuasion, Patrick remained silent.

It was obvious that he was very afraid of the mine managers.

After a full three minutes, he hesitantly spoke, "Chinese people often come to the mining area. Not just Chinese, but also people from other Southeast Asian countries, and even more. Half a month ago, a group did come, and among them were more than a dozen Chinese people."

Hearing him speak, Pi Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief.

He paused for a moment before asking, "Do you know the names of these Chinese people? Is there anyone named Shen Xinjun or Qin Yuyu among them?"

"Shen Xinjun, Qin Yuyu?" Patrick shook his head in confusion. "They don't have names. Once they enter the mining area, all their identifying information will be destroyed. They only have numbers..."

Pi Yangyang and Xue Ziming were stunned.

Just numbers? Isn't this the prison management model?

Pi Yangyang thought for a moment, pulled out his phone, clicked on Shen Xinjun's photo, handed it to Patrick, and asked, "Then take a look, is there this person?"

Patrick only glanced at it, his eyes flickering noticeably.

Pi Yangyang kept staring into his eyes, and just from that moment on, he had a rough idea in his mind.

"I... I don't know. When they arrived, they were all hooded and sent straight into the mines. They couldn't come out from then on. They ate and slept in the mines. They could only go out for two days a month to get some fresh air..."

Patrick hesitated and obviously didn't tell the whole truth.

From his expression, it can be seen that he must have seen Shen Xinjun.

Xue Ziming naturally noticed it as well, and whispered to Pi Yangyang, "It's certain that the person you're looking for is inside. If you want to rescue them, it's best to find out the security situation inside and where they're being held..."

Pi Yangyang nodded and said slowly: "Mr. Patrick, I hope you can do me another favor."

As he spoke, he took out a wad of francs from his pocket and placed them before him.

The meaning was obvious: if Patrick was willing to help, the money would be his.

Sure enough, Patrick's eyes once again flashed with desire. His wife also stared at the wad of francs, clearly tempted.

"You ask..." Patrick finally couldn't control the desire in his heart and spoke with difficulty.