PDLP Chapter 51 Berserk Card
Chapter 51 Berserk Card
Many so-called "international charitable donations".
To put it bluntly, it's just a business deal.
Since it's a business, it will naturally move in the direction that makes the most money.
Donating to stable developing countries is the most profitable way.
Firstly, most of these countries have tax-free customs clearance policies for "charitable donations." Donations to these countries do not require the payment of "import taxes."
Many small African countries do not have such policies.
Even if there are policies in place, people below won't implement them, leading to various forms of extortion and significantly increasing costs.
Secondly, the port throughput of large countries far exceeds that of small African countries, which directly determines their capacity to receive waste.
Third, within large developing countries, there are stable charitable organizations that receive this waste.
They have local organizational capabilities and are willing to cooperate with customs clearance, using fast-track channels to bypass the inspection and quarantine procedures for regular goods.
Small African countries often lack such stable organizations.
This makes it impossible to make "donations" consistently over the long term, and there is even a risk that the "donations" will be returned after they are made.
At last.
That is, in these stable developing countries, there are many people actively seeking these wastes.
They will process and sell the usable parts of this waste.
For example, discarded syringes are eventually processed into metal and plastic raw materials.
As for how much pollution was generated during the process, how many people were harmed, and whether the processed metals and plastics were toxic, that was not within their scope of consideration.
All they knew was that the cost of this garbage was almost zero.
All you need to do is pay some processing costs, and the rest is pure profit.
In conclusion, this is a massive gray industry chain.
Therefore, the countries that receive the most foreign waste are those in East Asia, South Asia, and Southeast Asia, while Africa is not even on the list.
However, Meng Ran was in the banquet hall at that moment.
Naturally, they were unaware that Howard, the "master of self-discipline," had gone even further.
He was dancing with Clarissa's arm around her slender waist to the music.
However, what they called dancing was really just swaying slowly to music while chatting.
This was indeed not difficult for Meng Ran, who had 15 points of mental strength.
"Mira and Frank should have understood what I meant."
"I'll keep an eye on Howard's movements within the association for you in the coming days."
"By the way, are you going back tonight?"
Meng Ran, who had been listening quietly to Clarissa, suddenly perked up.
Although Edward had always forbidden Clarissa from staying out all night.
But given the situation today, he might not be able to control it.
So Meng Ran suggested, "It's almost 11 o'clock, and it's really not safe on the road. I don't even have a gun in my car. How about I find a hotel nearby to sleep?"
"There are no hotels nearby, and there are only a handful in the entire Grosspoint area, plus they're quite far away," Clarissa shook her head.
"..." Meng Ran was speechless. There are no hotels available and you're still asking me if I'm going back? Am I supposed to sleep on the streets if I don't go back?
"But I have a guest room," Clarissa whispered in Meng Ran's ear. "Would you like to stay at my place for the night?"
Good guy!
That one sentence made Meng Ran's throat go dry and his head stiff.
Is this appropriate?
"That's appropriate. However, it's not appropriate for me to invite you; someone else should invite you. Wait for me a moment." With that, Clarissa pulled away from Meng Ran's embrace.
Then, he turned and walked towards Kieran, which was not far away.
The brother and sister started communicating like this.
Because they were too far apart, Meng Ran couldn't hear what the two were saying.
He could only see the two of them glancing at him from time to time.
The two chatted for quite a while.
Clarissa gave Meng Ran an OK sign from a distance.
Then, he and Kieran went straight out of the banquet hall and headed towards the small reception room.
Actually.
Mike's interview had long since ended.
But Edward stayed there and refused to come out.
"Hey!"
As soon as Clarissa left, Theron came over and suddenly patted Meng Ran on the shoulder from behind.
Meng Ran turned around, looked at her beaming face, then glanced around the banquet hall, and asked in confusion, "Where's Martin?"
"I don't know, maybe he's hooking up with some woman and gone off to have some fun." Theron shrugged.
"Wow~~" Meng Ran's expression was a little tense. He thought to himself: That guy might not be hooking up with a woman, Boss Sai.
"If we don't mention him, what are your plans?"
"What do you mean, what are your plans?" Meng Ran asked, puzzled.
"Weren't you fired from your association? Why don't you come work for me and form a... uh... management team for environmental stars?"
Theron wasn't quite sure if that's how it works, so he was a bit vague in his explanation.
Upon hearing this, the image of Thea immediately came to Meng Ran's mind.
He chuckled and said, "You do need a management team. Luckily, I have a consulting firm that can handle your daily operations."
What is meant by "daily operations"?
"We'll help you connect with business resources, maintain your social media accounts, and so on. We can also handle any changes to the topic you want to discuss in the future."
"How much?"
"Business commissions plus fixed operating costs—I'll have to calculate the exact figures to know."
Meng Ran couldn't give a price right away, so he added, "Anyway, I'll arrange for my partner, Thea, to liaise with you. She's very experienced in the NGO industry."
"So, you're saying you're not coming to help me personally?" Theron frowned slightly.
"I'll help you personally, but I can't be with you every day. Xia will be in charge of keeping in touch with you in real time and accompanying you to various events," Meng Ran explained.
Cyron was still somewhat disappointed, but he didn't say anything more.
She changed the subject, saying, "When can you go to Toronto? I'm planning to introduce you to my father."
"In half a month, anyway, it's not going to happen in the meantime." Meng Ran was afraid that he would miss Howard's delivery on his way to Toronto.
"Alright." Cyron nodded thoughtfully.
Just then, Clarissa, who had been away for a while, finally returned.
She greeted Meng Ran with her eyes, then walked directly to the stage without stopping, stood slightly bent over in front of the microphone, and began to deliver her closing remarks.
After expressing my gratitude.
She looked at everyone and said, "Tonight's Jungle Night Banquet has come to an end, but the band and waiters will stay until midnight. You can make your own arrangements."
As soon as he finished speaking, some applause immediately broke out in the room.
At this moment, a system notification appeared in Meng Ran's mind.
[Rewards for triggering related tasks...]
[The "Jungle Night" dinner, a spin-off event based on the host-led theme "Every bite of meat Americans eat, a puff of smoke rises from the Amazon," successfully concluded, accumulating donations of 30.17...]
[Bonus rewards are being distributed...]
[Berserk Card x2: After use, it increases all stats on the body panel to 20 points, lasting for 3 minutes]
"Holy crap?"
Meng Ran was stunned. There was an unexpected surprise?
Just as I was about to start studying it, Kieran, Clarissa, Mary, and Edward walked over.
"Bane, it's too late. Detroit is really unsafe at night. Why don't you come to my place to rest for the night and leave tomorrow during the day?" Kieran extended the invitation as planned.
In this situation, it's not unusual for him to invite a male friend to stay overnight at his home.
This has happened before.
But upon hearing this, Edward couldn't help but glance at Clarissa's face.
For some reason, he felt that Kieran's invitation was strange.