Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

　　"When we were doing construction, we hired a lot of local people, but what can I say, they were very slow when doing the work. They were still unconvinced when we urged them to meet the construction deadline and go faster. They even went on strike in groups. Many black people were working. , all are paid on a daily basis. Once you have been paid for work, you will disappear with the wages and no one can find them. After you have spent the money, you will come back and continue working. It is not good to say it, and it is not conducive to the development of aid work." Dad said Here, displeasure appears.
　　"So, even though I have only been there for half a year, a lot of difficult things have happened to me." Dad looked sideways at the red setting sun outside the window. 
　　"Dad, are black people difficult to manage?" At this point, Sam is often told by his mother that he still comes home late, although I know what he did when he came home late today. 
　　"Yes, when I was in Kenya, I took the lead in organizing a communication project. To put it bluntly, it was to provide them with our advanced communication technology for free. However, the workers who did it kept delaying the work. Come on, I said it many times before I assembled the equipment and some basic hardware equipment. This is not the most ridiculous thing!" Dad frowned. 
　　"The most ridiculous thing is that there are some local organizations that are similar to local snakes. They have been preventing us from building communication equipment. Later I heard that it was because after we established a cheap communication network for local civilians, we directly curbed those local organizations. It is a means of squeezing local civilians to make profits through high communication and telecommunications costs. So at that time, I was lucky enough to lobby local officials. Finally, the high-level aid officials in Africa signed an agreement with Kenyan officials and sent troops to garrison to get my project completed. Okay." Dad shook his head and smiled, seemingly helpless. 
　　"Why do you want to stop it? Isn't this a good thing that benefits the country and the people?" I also wondered, isn't it the goal of human struggle to let ordinary people live a good life? 
　　"Haha, who says it's not the case? It's not just my project at that time. It is said that a lot of things happened after I came back." Dad said bitterly. 
　　"So, there is a reason why those places are poor and backward. In addition to people being lazy, the people in those places also have bad personalities. If you are not doing well at work, you will not be happy if you don't say a few words to them, and they will even hold grudges. Hatred, the only way to deal with most things is to use violence, which is very barbaric, there is no other way." Dad smiled. 
　　"That's right. No wonder many people on the Internet don't like black people." I said. 
　　So, no wonder some immoral or even more outrageous things often happen on the other side of the Pacific.
　　"Haha, that's all in the past. I heard from my former colleagues that things are much better there now with our help. However, the style is still lazy. Human nature is generally hard to change..." Dad laughed. He smiled and said something profound. 
　　"By the way, why doesn't Sam come home with you today?" Dad asked me. 
　　"Sam seems to have something to do. He asked me to go home first." 
　　"That's it, it's okay. He is going back to South Africa soon. Ask him if he wants to go home for dinner. If it's late, we won't wait for him." 
　　" Um..." After Dad finished speaking, he got up and walked to the kitchen. 
　　After listening to my father tell me about his time in Africa, I realized that the situation in Africa is actually like that. Are black people really lazy? But I observed that Sam was quite diligent at my house. He often cleaned up the housework for his mother, and he also knew many skills, such as massage, yoga, and playing basketball.