The man raised his head and glanced at He Ao, and finally said slowly, "Is this your first time in the southern neighborhood?"

"Yes."

He Ao nodded slightly.

In the past, Lin'en Free Clinic only visited the central block of Ningweis District at most, and never visited the southern block.

"Don't be fooled by the peaceful appearance here,"

The man glanced at the quiet streets around him and said quickly, "There are thieves and robbers everywhere here, especially people like you who look like you are from St. Yilan District. You are most likely to be patronized by them. You cannot take it lightly. The Prisoners Gang will not

Protect our lives."

He Ao glanced at the man and knew that he was trying his best to remind himself, so he turned to look at the back of Senna as he left, and said slowly, "That young man will always follow us."

After hearing this answer, the man looked at Senna, who had walked to the side of the black off-road vehicle, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahem..."

At this moment, he covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"You have a problem with your lungs?"

He Ao reached out and patted his back, took a look at his face, and asked.

"Um,"

The man hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice, "I used to work in the mine of Copes Mining. I contracted some occupational diseases. I couldn't do heavy work in the future, so I was kicked out of the mine. Fortunately, the illness was not serious.

, I can still do some basic work and barely have a bite to eat.”

"A lot of people here choose to go to the mines?"

He Ao took back his hand and asked slowly.

"We are not like the gentlemen in Saint-Elan District, who have no money to study and no academic qualifications, cough..."

The man coughed slightly, seemed to have breathed a little, and said with a smile,

"Only the mines and factories want us. Although it's hard and tiring, the wages are slightly higher. Most young people here either work in the mines or factories. They don't come until they get sick or can't work anymore."

Let’s see if we can find some ordinary job. I’m almost dying at that time and won’t live long.”

He coughed twice, as if he had trouble breathing. He leaned on the rusty bus sign, panting, and looked at the shining tall buildings in the distance.

"To tell you the truth, I have never been to the Saint-Elan District in my life. It is said that there are tall neon buildings everywhere, splendid and resplendent. The lights are constantly lit at night. The supermarkets are full of dazzling products. Everywhere is exciting.

Music, cough..."

"In a sense, that's true."

He Ao turned around with calm eyes and glanced at the tall building that only occupied a small part in the dark night.

"Well, it seems you are not satisfied there,"

The man stood up and coughed lightly, "But spending money there should be like running water...Only the rich can truly enjoy the life of Saint Yilan,"

Then he laughed,

"Actually, I used to have a good friend who was also from the mine. His illness was much worse than mine, and he basically couldn't do anything. When he was about to die, he found a way to get people from the Prisoners' Gang to help him fake his identity.

, borrowed a large amount of money from Nord Bank, and then went to Saint-Elan for a day of fun.”

He paused and looked in the direction of those tall buildings again.

"Early the next morning, he climbed to the top of the Norde Bank building, made a video call to me, showed me the splendid buildings in Saint-Elan district, and gave me the direction to the central district.

“That’s when I realized that you couldn’t see the southern neighborhood from among those tall buildings.”

He retracted his gaze, looked at He Ao, sighed slightly, "Then he jumped off the roof of Nord Bank,

"It is said that not a single piece of his body was intact in the end. It took the FBI people a long time to pick up his body and throw it into the cremator."

There seemed to be an old bus slowly approaching in the distance. The man continued, "A month later, the loan was overdue. People from Nord Bank went crazy to find him and asked him to repay the loan. They even called me.

There was no sound from here after that."

"A lot of people do this?"

He Ao withdrew his gaze and asked in a low voice.

In Linn's memory, it was not unusual for someone to commit suicide by jumping from a high-rise building in St. Elan District.

"a lot of,"

The man's expression relaxed a little and he continued,

"So later on, all the banks that took out loans with online addresses near the southern neighborhoods would check their identities very strictly, and it became more difficult to get loans in the southern neighborhoods.

“But this actually has no impact on us. People in the southern neighborhoods have difficulty getting high-quality loans with low interest rates. They are either salary loans backed by gangs or loan sharks directly lent by gangs.

"Even if you use a fake identity to obtain a loan from a consortium, the gang will still take seven-tenths of it as a 'commission'"

While he was talking, the old bus stopped in front of the stop sign.
Chapter completed!