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    There is only her mother in Azli's family, plus she and her three younger brothers and sisters. Due to the lack of a man in charge of the family, Azli is rare in this Islamic society and has a strong character that is rare among Muslim women.

    Azili¡¯s mother did not refuse her daughter¡¯s request. Jiang Linxuehong, a Chinese teenager, welcomed her into the house and closed the door.  No one knows whether the thugs will use AOE skills to hurt their own side.

    Lin Xuehong slumped against the wall, unable to take off the gauze scarf on his head. He was so annoyed by the scene that had just happened. Liang Bao, who had always been kind to him, was beaten by several Malays. He fell in a pool of blood.  I was very angry with myself because I didn't have the courage to face those people and save Uncle Liang.  Like him, the majority of the Chinese lacked this spirit of resistance. They tried their best to escape. They wanted to escape home and avoid this storm.

    The pretty Malay girl handed Lin Xuehong a glass of water and comforted him: "Don't be afraid. When the police come, it won't be so chaotic and you can go back to the dormitory."

    Lin Xuehong was speechless for a while, always muttering in Chinese, "Why is this happening?"

    Azri was also a little sad when she saw Lin Xuehong's appearance. She had some ambiguous feelings for Lin Xuehong. Lin Xuehong was a classmate with very good grades and a humble attitude towards others. Moreover, he was gentle and gentle, and Azri spoke to him better than most.  The Malay man was much more handsome, so she knelt down, grabbed Lin Xuehong's hand a little too much, and said: "Lin, cheer up, everything will be fine."

    Lin Xuehong suddenly raised his head, looked at this beautiful Malay girl, and said: "Will things get better? When you are unhappy, you take it out on us Chinese people. When will such days end? But we have to  Have you been living in fear, wondering when you will suddenly be killed? "

    Azri noticed the coldness in Lin Xuehong¡¯s gaze and felt her heart twisting.  He was obviously a boy that she liked very much, but an invisible gap separated the two of them, and many things that she had never thought of came to her mind.  If she really gets together with Lin Xuehong, will Lin Xuehong accept naturalization and become a Muslim? Will he be willing to give up his Chinese name and name him and their descendants Abdullah or Muhammad?

    ¡°Watching his relatives and friends being slaughtered by the Malays, how would he feel about himself?

    Azri was very confused, became overwhelmed, and stood up with a dazed expression.  The other family members at home didn't know much English and didn't know what they were communicating just now, but her mother said anxiously, "Azlie, if others find out that we have hidden a Chinese man at home, we will definitely be sentenced."  Flogging, no, I'm afraid it's more serious."

    With a sense of unreasonable anger, Azri pointed at the closed window and said, "Then what kind of punishment will be given to those thugs outside who were beating, smashing, looting, burning, and killing innocent people?"

    Her mother said matter-of-factly, "They were all Chinese people who were killed. It was nothing serious. They were just rich sojourners."

    Azri looked at her mother in surprise, thinking that maybe she had thought like this once upon a time.  However, she worked hard and was admitted to the University of Malaya. Although her grades were lower than those of Chinese classmates like Lin Xuehong, she was able to get more scholarships, which she could not only use up but also provide for her family.  She didn't feel any problem at all and took it for granted.  But the more she read, the bigger the world became visible to her, and the more she discovered how big the problems were in this society and this system¡ªit was obviously the same people living on this land.

    No one came first or last than anyone else, and they have made considerable efforts to build this country. However, Malays are born to be putra (meaning indigenous people, in fact, Malays are not indigenous), and they enjoy a fixed life.  Various policy inclinations brought about by the establishment - being able to obtain cheap reserved houses, enjoy better medical and educational conditions than other ethnic groups, enjoy more preferential treatment in the tax system, no company dares not to recruit Malays, etc.  wait wait wait.

    But it seems that these are supportive tilts, but Malays are the majority of the population in this country. How come there is still a system that protects the majority of the population?  A system that benefits the majority group is clearly racial oppression, okay!

    Azri safely understood why Lin Xuehong gave her such a cold look just now. He and his compatriots deserved more, but all they got was discrimination and exploitation. Jing eventually had to face this kind of situation that appeared from time to time.  anti-China riots.  Azli couldn't help but shudder. She put herself in the shoes of a Chinese. It was hard to imagine that if she were a Chinese girl, she would not be able to survive and live such a life.

    She looked at her mother and younger brothers and sisters, all staring at Lin Xuehong in the corner with disgust. His six-year-old brother took away the noodle cake on the table near Lin Xuehong as if to guard against thieves.  .She wanted to scold her brother and reprimand her family members to behave politely and like civilized people, but she couldn't open her mouth because Malay people don't think like this.

    "Am I not so cool anymore?" Azri asked herself in her mind. At this moment, she felt that this country was so evil and indifferent. As a bummer who benefited from it, she even felt disgusted and disgusted.  anger.

    At 2 o'clock in the morning, Qi Yiming rushed into Zhongnanhai with a look of anxiety and incomprehensible anger.  This anger is naturally not directed at the people here, but at the hysterical country thousands of kilometers away.

    Ping Taizong, who was wearing a coat and still looking sleepy, shook his head, looked at the young man in front of him, and thought to himself that he was really doing more and more of such outrageous actions, and this child was becoming more and more difficult to control.  , I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s a curse or a blessing.

    "Ping Lao, we must take action to punish Malaysia. Although there is no official statistics yet, according to our reports, thousands of Chinese shops and houses have been robbed and smashed in places like Maliukja, Keelung, Ipoh and other places.  Maybe hundreds of compatriots' lives were brutally taken away overnight, and even innocent women were raped, and children and the elderly were bullied. I can't think about it for a moment, otherwise I will go crazy with anger!" Qi Yiming!  I never expected that something as big as a sesame seed or a mung bean would be there.

    However, it brewed into an anti-China riot that did not exist in history.

    The Malay media described the PLA Navy's "aggressive behavior" with embarrassment, saying that the tolerance of their heroic Royal Malaysian Navy was regarded as easy to bully, and that the Chinese Navy was insulting the Malaysians at close range by creating waves and depriving them of them.  Birthright to the Ocean.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know how such reports were empathized by the Malays. In the end, some radical UMNO party members gave radical speeches in some places, calling on people to unite to resist China¡¯s aggression.  Inevitably, Malays easily associate the words China and Malaysian Chinese together.  They can't reach the Chinese navy and Chinese people across the South China Sea, so there's no problem in venting their anger on the MCAs, who are usually as obedient as sheep.

    So a few Malay young people went to buy fruits from a Chinese fruit stall. After tasting them, they said they were not sweet and then smashed them angrily. It happened that the stall owner¡¯s box contained the money he had earned these days.  The young people made a fortune.  So the eyes of other Malays who saw this situation became red, and they began to follow suit, smashing open Chinese shops one after another, beating shopkeepers and Chinese customers, and then opened the cashier boxes to find out what they had to work hard for a long time to get.  money.

    Violence is contagious, especially among ethnic groups with a low level of civilization.  In the end, dozens of people looking for trouble turned into a riot. From a reason to vent national sentiments, it quickly turned into a riot involving grabbing money and raping women.

    Even some Malay policemen who came to maintain order later also joined in the robbery and hurting people, because the Chinese are really too rich!  Not many Chinese hold positions like the police. So no one protects the Chinese in Malaysia at this time. They are really like fat lambs, being pressed on the dishes by the barbaric Malays and becoming a sumptuous dinner.

    Ping Taizong's Qi-nurturing skills were naturally several times better than Qi Yiming's. He put down the message Qi Yiming sent. There was not much expression on his face. He just said: "I know, it's too late now. I'll wait tomorrow."  Let¡¯s discuss a charter when everyone wakes up.¡±

    Qi Yiming's face suddenly turned red, and his voice became louder: "Wait one more night? How many innocent compatriots will be killed by Malay monkeys? Can you really turn a blind eye?"  "

    Liao Huairen, who had gotten up with Qi Yiming, changed his expression greatly. He grabbed Qi Yiming's arm and shouted, "How dare you! Yiming, Mr. Ping has his own concerns. It's not something you can interfere with. Why are you so ignorant! Come on!"  , apologize to Mr. Ping."

    Ping Taizong's face at this time was definitely not good-looking. It was easy to bring up things like bed breath when he was woken up in his sleep. Now he was actually scolded by a brat. If Ping Taizong hadn't been angry enough, he might have fainted immediately.  I scolded him back.

    However, Qi Yiming refused to give in at all and said, "You should call an emergency meeting now, summon the chiefs, summon the people from the Navy and the Military Commission. If you delay for a moment, one more innocent life will be lost. Those of us who have the ability to help will be remembered. But  It¡¯s the head of someone who can¡¯t help!¡±

    Liao Huairen pulled Qi Yiming hard, "Yiming, stop talking, you are not in the right state today!" He said that he was about to pull Qi Yiming out of the small room.

    Qi Yiming looked at him with furrowed eyelids, struggling not to let him hold him back, and said: "In such a situation, who can be right? Is it right to stand by and watch compatriots being slaughtered and women being raped?"  of?"

    Ping Taizong finally couldn't bear it anymore and shotThe table shouted: "Enough!"
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