Chapter 39

A few people stop in front of a dilapidated gate building. There are all kinds of chaotic patterns painted on the gate building. Most of the walls have fallen off. Even if they don't fall off, they are hanging on them. The breeze blows and shakes with the wind. It seems to show the miserable and painful struggle of people in the slum.

Xia Dongyang also has some feelings. He has been to too many places. He has seen many big scenes and miserable scenes, but he did not expect that life in the slums was so cruel.

There are some young people passing by occasionally on the street, but they look no different from those old people. But in those young people, they are still dead.

What Xia Dongyang saw was all those insensitive people. In their eyes there is no life, no hope, no ambition or fighting spirit.

Ambition is a derogatory term, but in many cases, it is a person's motivation. If people have no ambition, they are no different from animals.

From the woods outside the city, the teenagers picked up bundles of hay or firewood for their families.

When he was their age, Xia Dongyang's son was eating Kentucky Fried Chicken, playing games, or running around with his friends. He never knew what the pressure of life was and what the difficulty of survival was.

Xia Dongyang was walking in the muddy path of the slum. The muddy ground was not because of the rain, but because the residents on both sides of the road dumped domestic waste water on the road.

There are no sewage ditches or sewers here. The domestic wastewater produced by people's bathing and cooking will be poured on the road. Moreover, many children, as long as they have the desire to urinate, will directly take off their pants at the door of their home and sprinkle the yellow urine full of coquettishness on the path of their home.

"The environment here is extremely bad. It's hardly a place for people to live. However, in order to get help from Aojia, I have to endure any difficulties." Xia Dongyang made up his mind.

Fang Tianxing immediately bid farewell to Xia Dongyang and left the slum. Xia Dongyang's father is the boss of a multinational company. He grew up in a carefree environment and is determined to live a beautiful life. He wants to carry forward the industries left by the previous generation, which means that he has surpassed his ancestors.

It is said that Xia Dongyang lives in a board room here, which is rain proof and windproof, and can rest. He is still satisfied. But as the day gradually dark down, Xia Dongyang occasionally out of the board room ventilation, cold wind hit, he instinctively hit a few shivers. Looking at the warm and bright lights in the distance, Xia Dongyang has some feelings in his heart.

Xia Dongyang looks at the board room he lives in now, cold and humid, and thinks about the people sitting around the dining table under the soft light at the moment, which makes Xia Dongyang feel a lot.

In fact, Xia Dongyang has no idea of suffering at all. It's really a kind of life experience, just like the transport migrant workers and the cleaners who scrub the railings when they climb the mountain in the morning. That's their normal life.

Board room ten square meters, dark, except a bed, can barely turn around. There is no air conditioning here. In order to save electricity, the electric fan is not turned on. The room is as hot and humid as a steamer. Because the bed board was swollen with damp, groups of psyllids jumped out in a flash.

Xia Dongyang is 1.8 meters tall, lying on the upper bunk like this, like entering a wooden coffin. And he always felt that the room seemed to be surrounded by a strange fermented sour smell.

He used to dance tango on this every week, but he never noticed that the plank could be used to lay the floor. Xia Dongyang picked up some foam backing, but he can't sleep, and he simply did not sleep.

Tossed for a while, perhaps tired, Xia Dongyang in the slum of the first night is often half awake in the past. Without any entertainment, Xia Dongyang is a little depressed. Xia Dongyang usually likes sports, golf, red wine, yacht. But here, there is nothing.

Xia Dongyang next to a single mother and son, very early, the mother will go out to work. Her son sleeps until dawn, Xia Dongyang gets up to say hello to him, but the children are wary of saying: "don't touch my money, if you steal my money, I will drive you out."

He refers to the money that is hidden under his pillow. The child, who has lived in the slum for six or seven years, has not even seen the outside world. And so always trapped in the slums, dare not go out too much. In his world, a few yuan is already a lot of money.

When Xia Dongyang didn't know what to say, a loud voice rang out: "Da Mao, I think he has an extraordinary origin. People will be greedy for your two dollars."

Xia Dongyang raised his head and saw a thin figure coming. There was no dejected and decadent color in each other's eyes, full of sincere smile.

"Brother, I have a good job for you. Are you interested in working with me?" The man said to Xia Dongyang.

Xia Dongyang also wanted to experience the work of the poor, so he agreed. But as soon as he arrived at his work place, Xia Dongyang was stunned. His job was to sweep the street.

Xia Dongyang is a businessman. He has a lot of contacts at ordinary times. He is afraid to be met by acquaintances when doing this kind of work. Fortunately, this time he wore the clothes of a cleaner, and no one dares to approach him within three feet. Xia Dongyang to the restaurant, the shop inside the toilet will be turned away, Xia Dongyang feel that they are simply disgusted.

Xia Dongyang is afraid to buy food because he has no money. Think of not long ago, as a big boss, Xia Dongyang is still talking about the minimum hourly wage, "give the bottom workers a raise, the bosses can't live."