Seeing the appearance of the commissary owner who wanted to speak and stopped, Li Xiaowu knew that his heart was struggling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After thinking for a long time, the owner of the commissary took a puff of cigar and took a puff of smoke before he said slowly, "My name is Huo Jianda, I am forty-nine and almost fifty years old this year, and I came to Dubai from Huaxia with my uncle more than 30 years ago to beg for a living.

Your name is Li Xiaowu, who has been rumored throughout Dubai recently, in the days you have lived in Dubai, do you think that the life of the people of Dubai is very good, and even the life of the poor is also very good?"

Every poor person is given a living allowance by the government every month, and there is also a government subsidy for going to school and seeing a doctor, and even there is a subsidy for building a house or something.

With such a question, Li Xiaowu looked at Huo Jianda and said, "The Dubai you see may be different from the Dubai I see.

Most of the people I talk to in Dubai are billionaires, and even if they occasionally go to free medical activities, I rarely have too much contact with the poor, so your question, from my point of view, is that they are very happy. ”

Huo Jianda nodded and said, "You're right, the poor people in Dubai are in other countries, other places, their lives are indeed good, but you don't know the life in Dubai, you don't know the dark side of Dubai."

If you don't have money here, you're a slave, if you don't have money, you are, anyone can trample on the girl, do you think that my current life is better than many well-off families in China, if you think so, then you are very wrong.

I do have some money, and I can live a well-off life, but do you know why I don't live in a residential area, but in a poor kiln, let me tell you a story, a story about me. ”

More than 30 years ago, I came to Dubai with my uncle from China, at that time Dubai was not as prosperous as it is today, although there were many rich local tyrants at the beginning, but it will not be like now, just grab a lot of them on the street.

When we first came to Dubai, we followed the sheep in the wolf pack, and we didn't understand the sophistication of the people here, the living customs here, the language taboos of the people here, and even the communication language here.

My uncle and I wandered around Dubai's street corners in a daze, hoping to find a job where we could get enough food.

It's ridiculous that my uncle and I got a job for a week, but we didn't find a job, we were robbed of our money, and we were beaten five or six times by the gang.

During those days when we had no money to eat and had to be beaten every day, we were full of despair in life.

We don't know why they came back to beat us again and again after robbing us of our money, and we don't know why, why did they come to rob us poor people who couldn't eat enough when they were obviously rich people driving cars.

Growing up in hardships and surviving in struggles, a boss saw that we were pitiful, so he took in our uncle and nephew and gave us a job that was enough to feed us on.

In contact with the workers, we gradually learned about the life of Dubai people, and gradually learned some of the living customs of Dubai people.

By the way, we also know that the reason why those people robbed our uncle and nephew was simply because they wanted to see the picture of our uncle and nephew starving to death on the street.

After working with this boss for three months, we got our first salary in Dubai.

After getting paid, my uncle and I thought about going out to buy a few changes of clothes, and also buy some delicious things to share with our co-workers.

As a result, who knows, we forgot to look at the yellow calendar on the day we went out, and after buying clothes and eating, we didn't have time to go back to the place where we worked, and the group of people who robbed us last time reappeared, thinking that in a crowded place, they would not mess around.

Who knew that they were a bunch of inhuman madmen, who got out of the car and beat us up without saying a word, and after the beating, they snatched everything from us, and even stripped us of the clothes we were wearing at the time.

There were many onlookers who watched our uncle and nephew being beaten, but none of them came up to help, and not only did the onlookers not help, but they also fanned the flames on the side, allowing those who robbed us to torture our uncle and nephew in more ruthless ways.

We couldn't go to work for a week because we were beaten badly, and when we went to work after we recovered, we learned that the boss had already fired our uncle and nephew.

A week's money for medicine, the money for food, spent all our savings, if we lost this job, it would mean that our uncle and nephew would probably starve to death on the streets, and finally for this job, we put down our pride and knelt down to the boss at the time.

The funny thing is that even after kneeling, we still couldn't keep this job, but fortunately, the boss at that time still had a little conscience and paid us all the wages we used to work for, but unfortunately we couldn't keep this money.

As soon as we left the place where we worked, within half an hour, three cars surrounded us, the same group of people last time, the same way last time, beating our uncle and nephew, and then stripping us naked and robbing us of everything.

The cold street corner, the cold floor, the cold air, the cold eyes, the cold crowd, the cold heart, the cold Dubai, I felt at that time that everything in this world was cold, and the cold scared me.

After getting up from the ground, my uncle and I helped each other to leave, and along the way people pointed fingers at our uncle and nephew, and we didn't know what they said to us at the time, but now I understand, and they called us slaves, subordinates, sluts, and human shame and sorrow.

We struggled in helplessness for half a month, during which we lived by eating garbage, by picking up waste products for money in exchange for water, and when we slept, we relied on waste cartons and walls to keep warm.

One day my uncle went out early to pick up garbage, but he went out that day and never came back, and that day I searched all day, looking everywhere I could find, and finally I found only a pool of blood on the road.

I asked the beggars in the neighborhood and I learned that the group had come to trouble us again, probably because they didn't think it was exciting enough to beat us, so this time they killed my uncle, and the funny thing is that I still don't know where my uncle's body was found by them.

After my uncle died, I was taken in by a rich man who was passing by, and although I would have been beaten a lot in the rich man's house, at least I had a chance to survive.

And then I successfully counterattacked the rich man, see no, my wife is the daughter of the rich man.

After all kinds of disasters, I chose to take my wife here to buy a house and be a rich man in a poor kiln, hehe.... This is how hard and difficult my life is.

The reason why I wrote this chapter is because I want to tell you that no matter how good and rich other people's country is, it is not as warm as the country where you were born and raised, and you love your country and family to put an end to immigration. (To be continued.) )