Just as the cunning brother was talking to the owner of the ten-yuan store about renting a temporary house, Wang Shiyi put down his backpack, his head turned around, his eyes blinked, curious, everything was so fresh.

It turns out that this is where the cunning brother works!

Most of the houses in Chung Cheng are low, four or five stories are considered high-rise, the peasant houses here are basically seven or eight stories high, and the peasant houses on both sides are like cliffs and cliffs, unless it is when the sun is swaying in the middle of the sky, at ordinary times, the sunlight cannot shine in.

In the surrounding open space, peasant houses are also being built, and in some places the old houses are simply uprooted and re-staked so that they can be built higher.

On the road leading to the entrance of the village, you can see the figure of a large cement pumping truck from time to time, rumbling pasting, transporting cement slurry to the buildings under construction, and the roads in the alley are sprinkled with cement slurry water everywhere.

Due to the continuous construction of the building with a needle, this makes the building distance of the peasant house very narrow, basically only enough for two people to pass by, walking in it, it is difficult to see the sun, the top is exposed, just a ray of sky light, look up, the cloudless sky is like a bright and dangling knife hanging overhead, it may fall from the sky at any time.

After the house is built, the real owner will either spend some money to invest and immigrate to Hong Kong, or buy an elegant villa in Shenzhen to live, even those who stay in the local area, will not live in the farmer's house, and the local people's residential buildings will be crowded together, and the farmer's house will not get along with each other.

After the farmer's house is built, the owners usually have no intention of taking care of it, and will rent out the entire building to outsiders to take care of it, and outsiders are happy to rent the whole building as landlords.

The landlords bought some shabby tables, stools, and beds from the nearby second-hand grocery store, cleaned the rooms, rented them to the lonely men and women in the factory, and became bosses.

There are many people working in the industrial area, the demand for rental housing is hungry, and who wants to sleep alone on the cold bed board of the factory dormitory?

During the day, the workers are happy to help the girls on the production line, accompany them to talk about some things in the world, make them laugh, and think about how to ask them out at night, go to the rental house to hug each other, and the part-time job will not be lonely since then.

The huge demand has led to the fire of this piece of business, some people move out in the morning, and some people will move in in the afternoon, and the rental market is in a hot state of short supply, and landlords are guarding a building, and they are more free than working in a factory.

However, they also have to learn to observe the situation, Shenzhen has a lot of outsiders, and if it is rented to a suspect or a hooligan ruffian, not only can the rent not be collected, but also cause some trouble, so experienced landlords usually ask about the tenant's situation, they will select tenants, and only rent the house to those couples who come to work or young couples in love.

Every day, the sun above the farmer's house, like a proud rooster, runs tirelessly, and when it suddenly falls into the pocket of the sky that hangs in the western mountains, the industrial area boils.

Soon, the gate of the industrial zone came out of the black pressure crowd, surging towards the peasant houses, and the originally dry alleys and eight alleys were suddenly filled and rich, constantly crowded, constantly filled, and constantly cheered and shouted.

The corridors of the rental house are always full of southern and northern accents, some of these people go back to the rental house, some come out to make tooth sacrifices, the food in the factory, there is no oil and water, and they are not full at all, and some of them come out to walk the streets, and the chaotic alleys of the rental house are the destinations they never get tired of walking thousands of times.

The shrewd businessman saw the bulging pockets of the migrant workers, so he carried the shelves and bulging bags on his back, ran out of different peasant houses, set up a shelf on the side of the road, set up a stall, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Sell clothes, sell handbags...... ”

Those clothes wholesaled from Humen Town, Dongguan, fashionable, cheap, those handbags wholesaled from Shishan Town, Huadu, exquisite, cheap, in a burst of shouting, immediately attracted a group of young female workers who love beauty, chattering, so lively.

From time to time, a puff of blue smoke would rise from the brazier, and the food in the factory cafeteria would be devoid of oil and water, and the tender women who had left work were like locusts in the rice fields, strangling these colorful food stalls, as if they were going to suck everything in them, before they would stop.

Huge residential groups, always accompanied by huge demand business opportunities, several bus platforms near the industrial zone, there are a group of young people wandering all the year round, they are distributing those in Futian Nanshan those units in the price of three or four thousand yuan a square real estate leaflets, shouting that those strangers in the past have time to take their free car, together to Shenzhen Guannei to feel the charm of the building.

Several training institutions next to it also distributed leaflets and announced the latest discounts on Office software operating system training, and those private clinics that were parasitic in the neighborhood were not to be outdone by bringing in piles and piles of free magazines that they had carefully curated and sent them away when they greeted everyone with a smile.

Wang Shiyi once received a beautifully made copy named "Shenzhen People" The cover is an absolutely seductive and full of some hints of the face of the star, open the chapters inside, it's really hard to read, in addition to the large advertisement, but also full of some such as working girls due to the lack of self-protection measures, when they are happy, they also have happy troubles, they finally after asking around for comparison, and finally without exception chose to go to a clinic called W in Shiyan Town, the lowest cost of the clinic, successfully completed the abortion surgery, the story is vividly described, and the touching is profound.

Of course, the most impressive thing is the LED lights at the entrance of the village in the industrial area, which is not to be outdone in the strong business environment, when the migrant workers return from work, they just right to smear a group of tender faces to be unrecognizable, and the young women who are very sexy and revealing in their clothes are pulled out, and under the accompaniment of a "grateful heart" background music, they dance a group dance that swings their hands like aquatic plants and twists their hips that are becoming more and more relaxed.

These people are not dance majors, so they have a poor sense of rhythm, but they will still attract a group of men who have just gotten off work to peep sideways, and even some men will boldly stop and watch, forgetting to return, and you have to admire the creativity of the boss and his research on the psychology and hobbies of potential customers.

When the black velvety night slowly closed, the business on the stalls was already in a state of active trading.

In the rich business atmosphere, the entire peasant house is always filled with songs and laughter, and it looks like a city that never sleeps. In the middle of the night, two shifts of people began to change shifts, and there was a bustle in the alleys, and it was the peak time for the foot-washing houses and gluten baking.

Those who returned from the shift returned to the rental house after supper, and after taking a shower, climbed into bed, at this time, the farmer's room would present another busy scene, and from time to time there would be screams of young men and women and the sound of "squeaking" of wooden beds from the cracks of the doors.

At two or three o'clock, the people who ran the black motorcycles began to call it a day and went back to their rooms to sleep, one after another, running through the alleys, making a beeping sound.

The people who sweep the streets and collect garbage start their work before dawn. At this time, those who were in the supper business also closed their stalls and went back to sleep, and the dim light of the street lamps stretched their tired backs very long.

Day after day, year after year, people have gone, and people have come again.