After everything was done, Soslan stepped on the burned-out sparks, called to Wei Ran and the other two, pulled the three people out of the cargo compartment and threw them on the river bank, and then called to them without even looking at them.

The two got in the car and started driving back.

"Dad, are those three people just left there?" Ji Ma's father's cry was extremely smooth, and the question was just right.

"Don't worry"

Soslan waved his hand and said with some pride, "My second daughter is married to the son of the director of the coal mine not far away, and that young man is also Thorne's good friend, so don't worry, they will be together for the rest of their lives.

Don’t even think about it.”

Damn it! Send it to the black coal kiln!

Wei Ran's brows twitched, this was fucking worse than death, and looking at the old man's skillful manipulation, who knows how much of that black coal kiln was sent in by him.

"Good boy, don't look at me like that."

Soslan snorted coldly, "I don't want to do such a thing, but I always have to think about the safety of my children. Of course, there are also the poor little guys in the reserve. They are all scared these days."

It’s bad. Especially when I heard Kajik tell me, those two men are still bastards of the language patrol team!”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Mr. Soslan, is there a big difference between Kazakh and Russian?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

“Of course it’s big”

Soslan took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pointed to the words written in Cyrillic letters on it and said, "This is Kazakhstani language. The only thing it has in common with Russian is that it is all spelled in Cyrillic letters."

"I don't know a single word, but I know every letter." Wei Ran looked at the words on the cigarette box and answered truthfully.

“In addition to wanting people to stop speaking Russian, those idiots also want to replace the Cyrillic alphabet with Latin letters.”

Soslan took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then handed the cigarette case to Jima beside him, "If it is more convenient to use, I don't think anyone would object, but in fact I see

Maya demonstrated it, and it was just stupid."

"So the language patrol doesn't seem to be popular?" Jima asked curiously.

"That's a bunch of stupid, bad lunatics and idiots!"

Uncle Soslan explained cursingly, "As I just said, if it is easier to use, everyone can actually accept it, and no one cares what letters are used to spell it. Even in fact, in Kazakhstan, if you only know Kazakhstan

Without knowing Russian, he is almost like an illiterate country bumpkin.

On the other hand, those bad guys don't care at all whether people speak Russian or Kazakh, let alone what letters are used to spell it. These wolf cubs who come out of the ram's asshole with the dung balls actually just want to incite hatred and provoke hatred.

It’s just a conflict.”

"It sounds very American," Wei Ran couldn't help but comment.

"Maybe there is a strong smell of rabbit riding barbecue," Ji Ma reminded at the side.

"I think it smells like shit."

Uncle Soslan sighed and continued to explain, "The main ethnic groups in Kazakhstan now are Kazakhs and Russians in general. As long as these two ethnic groups have hatred because of language and writing, the country will soon fall into civil strife.

What will they do next? It will definitely start with religion, forcing everyone to only believe in the blue religion, banning or even bloody suppression of the Orthodox Church, and then continuing to incite hatred through religious competition, turning this country into a group of ignorant herdsmen. It makes no sense at all.

It’s just a battlefield.”

"From this point of view, letting them work in the coal mine seems to be the lightest punishment." Jima said with some regret, "I should have engraved all this on them."

"My son-in-law and his father are the most disgusted with this kind of people."
Chapter completed!