Xia Dongyang also felt something. He had been to too many places and had seen many big scenes. He had also seen many miserable scenes, but he never expected that life in the slums was so cruel.

Occasionally there are some young people passing by on the street, but they look no different from the old people. But the bodies of those young people are still lifeless.

What Xia Dongyang saw were all insensitive people. There was no life, no hope, no ambition or fighting spirit in their eyes.

Ambition is a derogatory word, but in many cases, it is the motivation for a person to make progress. If a person does not have even a trace of ambition, then he is no different from an animal.

These teenagers collected bundles of hay or firewood from the woods outside the city for their families.

But when he was as old as them, Xia Dongyang's son was eating KFC every day, playing games, or running around with friends every day. He never knew what the pressure of life was, nor what it meant.

It's called the difficulty of survival.

Xia Dongyang was walking on a muddy path in a slum area. The muddy ground was not because of the rain, but because the residents on both sides of the road poured domestic wastewater on the road.

There are no sewage ditches or sewers here. Domestic wastewater generated by people bathing, cooking, etc. will be poured onto the road. Moreover, many children, whenever they feel the need to urinate, they will unbutton their pants directly at the door of the house, and the dirty yellow urine will be poured out.

The ground is sprinkled on the path in front of the house.

"The environment here is extremely harsh. It is simply not a place for people to live. But in order to get help from the Ao family, I have to endure it no matter how difficult it is." 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 an environment where he had no worries about food and clothing and was determined to live a beautiful life. He wanted to carry forward the industry left by the previous generation.

It doesn't mean it's better than our ancestors.

It is said that Xia Dongyang lived in a wooden house, which was protected from rain and wind and could rest, so he was quite satisfied. But as the sky got darker, Xia Dongyang occasionally walked out of the wooden house to get some fresh air. When the cold wind hit, he instinctively hit a few

Shivering. Looking at the warm spring breeze and brightly lit lights in the distance, Xia Dongyang felt quite emotional.

Xia Dongyang looked at the cold and damp wooden house where he lived now, and then thought about the people sitting around the dining table under the soft light at this moment, which made Xia Dongyang filled with emotions.

In fact, Xia Dongyang didn't have the slightest idea of ​​suffering. It was really a life experience, just like the migrant workers he saw when climbing the mountain in the morning and the cleaners scrubbing the railings. It was their normal life.

The cubicle room is about ten square meters, gloomy and dark, except for one bed, which can barely be turned around. It is over 30 degrees Celsius, and there is no air conditioning. In order to save electricity bills, the fan is not turned on. The room is as humid and hot as a steamer. The bed board swelled due to moisture.

, as soon as it shook, swarms of woodlice jumped out.

Xia Dongyang was 1.8 meters tall. Lying on the top bunk like this felt like he was entering a wooden coffin. Moreover, he always felt that the room seemed to be filled with a strange fermented sour smell.

He used to dance tango on it every week, but he never noticed that the wooden planks could also be used to make the floor. Xia Dongyang picked up a few foam backings, but still couldn't sleep, so he stopped sleeping.

After struggling for a while, probably due to fatigue, Xia Dongyang's first night in the slums often passed half asleep. Without any entertainment, Xia Dongyang was a little depressed. Xia Dongyang usually likes sports, golf, red wine, and yachts. But here,

Nothing.

From the perspective of slum dwellers, the current social class has long been fixed, the channels for poor people to rise have long since disappeared, and the period of social take-off is far away. Many people miss the past, when everyone was not far behind and society was not so realistic.

, as long as you work hard, you will always be rewarded abundantly.

But now, as the social classes are fixed and the upper and lower classes are clearly defined, the people at the bottom are becoming more and more like dry salted fish, suffering all kinds of oppression. No matter how hard they try, they are still spinning in circles, unable to find a day to turn over.

They are faced with a choice between living an honest life or fighting for that slim opportunity. Many times, they choose the former. As a result, poverty is like hereditary, passed down to the next generation and can never be changed.

However, the government only emphasizes personal efforts and self-reliance. However, many young people have difficulty in upward mobility and fall into a reincarnation cycle that cannot change their destiny. And this destiny is increasingly suffocating the young people in the slums. It is difficult to find a job;

It is difficult for people to get married, which is a common dilemma faced by young people in slums.

But on the other hand, as people living in slums, they try to speak out as an independent group.

The family next to Xia Dongyang was a single mother and son. The mother went out to work very early in the morning. Her son slept until dawn. When Xia Dongyang got up and greeted him, the child said warily: "Don't touch my money.

If you steal my money, we won't welcome you!"

The money he was referring to was a few dollars hidden under his pillow. This child had lived in the slums for six or seven years. This child had never even seen the outside world. And he was always trapped in the slums, afraid to step out.

It's just too much. In his world, a few dollars is already a lot of money.

Just when Xia Dongyang didn't know what to say, a loud voice sounded out in embarrassment: "Da Mao, I think he has an extraordinary background, and he will be greedy for your two dollars."

Xia Dongyang raised his head and saw a thin figure walking towards him. There was no trace of depression or decadence in his eyes, but a 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 what it was like to work for the poor, so he agreed. But when he arrived at the work place, Xia Dongyang was stunned. The job turned out to be sweeping the streets.

Xia Dongyang is a businessman and usually has a wide network of contacts. This time he was most afraid of being met by acquaintances when doing such a job. Fortunately, this time he was wearing cleaner's clothes and no one dared to approach within three feet. Xia Dongyang went to restaurants and shops

Even if he used the restroom inside, he would be turned away. Xia Dongyang felt that he was simply disliked by everyone.

Xia Dongyang did not dare to buy anything to eat because he had no money. I remembered that not long ago, as a big boss, Xia Dongyang was still talking about the minimum hourly wage. "If we increase the wages of bottom workers, entrepreneurs will not be able to survive."

Xia Dongyang worked as a cleaner for a day. After get off work, he held a lunch box from a convenience store and muttered: "It turns out that ten yuan an hour is not enough to live on."

Next, he had to go to the restaurant to work in the afternoon. It can be said that Xia Dongyang washed all the dishes in his life in these two days.

"This time it's really life and death." In the evening, Xia Dongyang finally came to his senses. He tried to go back to the toilet in the corridor to take a shower. There was no hot water, so he held the water pipe and stood on the latrine to take a shower. Suddenly, someone threw him upstairs.

The next box of leftover instant noodles landed not far away.

The gloomy mice swished out of the inexplicable corner and grabbed the food in front of him. From then on, Xia Dongyang never wanted to enter that toilet again.
Chapter completed!