Ouyang Lan remembered.

When she was very young, there were always signs hanging in front of the school or on the street.

Hit the treacherous Soviet Union, hit Japanese imperialism.

Almost every day, adults or teachers have to ask students to shout slogans.

At that time, the United States was no longer the evil country of more than 20 years ago.

It symbolizes the embodiment of beauty.

After that, many people gradually learned why the United States is called the United States from film and television or other people's mouths.

A beautiful country.

Over there.

There was no poverty, no war, no hunger and thirst, and no oppression.

All are equal and all are free.

America is paradise.

One of the most beautiful countries.

When she first arrived in the United States, Ouyang Lan felt that the United States was really a very beautiful country.

Whether it's on Wall Street or Fifth Avenue, everybody looks rich.

All the people were polite.

The women on the street, dressed up in flowers, compete with each other like flowers from all over the world.

Men, each in a suit and leather shoes.

is only a little worse than Zhao Jiangchuan's elegance and personability.

It's just that.

After leaving the small office, leaving the villa garden where the night rested.

Ouyang Lan found.

America is not as beautiful as it seems.

On the wooden benches in the park, you can see people sleeping there almost at any time.

They were ragged and filthy.

It looks like rats curled up waiting to die.

This is Manhattan Central Park.

On the streets of Midtown, you can still see many homeless people sleeping on the side of the road.

Not a bum.

For there are men and women among these wanderers.

There are young people, and there are old people.

There are white, black, or brown people.

Their eyes were blank and glazed, as if they were just a living corpse.

Even occasionally, wanderers can be seen lying motionless on the cold ground.

The posture that has remained unchanged all the time, no one knows whether it is alive or dead.

Next to the garbage heap, there are wanderers who seem to be looking for something.

Under the foul smell, they tossed and turned from time to time.

Suddenly, a white wanderer in ragged clothes walked up to Ouyang Lan.

This is a middle-aged woman.

Judging by appearance, he may be in his thirties and forties.

She's skinny.

It's skinny, almost skinny.

His face was covered with mud and stains.

She held a cardboard box in her hand and said something to Ouyang Lan humbly.

Ouyang Lan didn't understand.

But she understood what the woman was talking about.

This is a beggar, a female beggar.

In those blue eyes, Ouyang Lan saw the supplication and longing in the eyes of the beggar.

She was unclothed, and one of her dry chests was completely exposed to the air.

In the pitiful pleading of the beggar, Ouyang Lan suddenly felt pity.

Also a woman.

After seeing a woman fall to such a state, she couldn't help but feel pity.

In the beggar's pleading, Ouyang Lan subconsciously touched into the pocket on her body.

But before Ouyang Lan could touch her pocket, she was grabbed by someone, and then she saw that the person who was pulling her was holding a hundred-yuan bill in his hand.

The Big Bad is the best guy in the world.

After discovering the one hundred dollars that Zhao Jiangchuan was holding in his hand, Ouyang Lan thought.

But then, Ouyang Lan found out that something was wrong.

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't pause when he pulled her, but just threw the banknote on the ground casually.

He didn't even look at the beggar, much less the pity and sympathy he deserved.

It's as if in Zhao Jiangchuan's eyes, the poor begging woman is like lifeless garbage.

Ouyang Lan turned back to look at the beggar.

Like a humble ant, she bent down and picked up the dollar on the ground.

Dignity, personality.

The moment they bent down meant all of them were lost, and they were trampled on the ground.

Maybe it was the kind of pity that was also a woman, Ouyang Lan was a little unhappy.

She didn't understand why Zhao Jiangchuan deliberately humiliated the beggar.

If it weren't for the fact that there was really no way, who would come out and beg.

As long as the money is handed to the woman, she can still retain a little dignity to some extent.

But Zhao Jiangchuan threw the money on the ground for people to pick up as if he did it on purpose.

It's like deliberately trampling on the dignity of others.

But soon Ouyang Lan understood why Zhao Jiangchuan did that.

They hadn't gone far when all the nearby beggars gathered around.

Black, white, brown.

All of them looked at them greedily like rats that had found food.

Under those greedy eyes, Ouyang Lan was frightened and grabbed Zhao Jiangchuan's arm tightly.

“FUCK OFF。 ”

Zhao Jiangchuan hugged Ouyang Lan and scolded.

But it didn't work, and those beggars were like foraging for food, and they didn't stop until they reached their goal.

In Zhao Jiangchuan's angry scolding, he made the beggars around him take a few steps back.

But then there was a beggar who pleaded.

"Please, I haven't eaten in three days, help me. ”

"Help us....."

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't look at it, just hugged Ouyang Lan and looked at these beggars coldly.

Li Jingming and Zhang Weitao, who were standing one after the other, also lifted their suits and pressed their hands on the guns they were carrying.

Deterred by the guns, the beggars scattered.

It was only at this time that Ouyang Lan realized what she had just done, and she whispered.

"Boss, I'm sorry ....."

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't care, he gently patted Ouyang Lan's waist and comforted him.

"It's okay, just a bunch of garbage, do you understand why I don't let you go out alone. ”

"yes, I see. ”

"Got what?"

Ouyang Lan didn't speak, grabbed Zhao Jiangchuan's arm and buried his head in the crook of his arm.

She whispered after feeling the security in the crook of her arm.

"Only the place where the owner is is in paradise. ”

"Poor ......"

………

Hell and heaven may always be a fine line away.

A year ago, life was heaven for black people in Lusaka.

But now, it's hell.

The collapse of those copper companies and the layoffs cost them their jobs.

When they lose their jobs, they don't have money to buy food, and if they don't have money to buy food, it means they can't fill their stomachs.

In just a few months, more than 100 people have died directly or indirectly from poverty.

Amid the continued slump in copper prices, black people in Zambia feel like they are not far from hell.

Former President Kenneth David told them that it was all the government's attention.

The big fat man with a gold necklace around his neck was the culprit who dominated all this.

As long as the government of Chiluba is overthrown, they can grab enough dollars and gold to buy food.

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