Mumbai, now India's largest port city, is divided into two distinct parts, and the town of Hanuman in northwestern Mumbai is on the border.

Amir Hui's family lives on a hillside in the town of Hanuman.

After several days of rain, the sky finally cleared. Looking at the roadside that had become muddy after being washed by the rain, Amirhui's mood felt very hurt.

"What the hell weather."

To add insult to injury, running water only reaches the foot of the mountain, which, like most slums in Mumbai, is available at a limited time between 5 a.m. and 10 a.m. Lei Ming, a cheap uncle who works as a driver in a bus company, spends more than an hour filling up the three large water tanks at home after getting off work.

Amir Hui washes and has to use a scoop to scoop water.

Then I ran to the main road to brush my teeth and wash my face.

"That's enough."

"What the hell is the place."

"There's no running water."

"Is this the life of a savage?"

In his mouth, Amir Hui couldn't stop complaining.

When talking.

A few kilometers below the mountain, tall buildings reflected the harsh sunlight.

It is the rich area of Mumbai, for the people of the slums.

A heavenly existence.

Amirhui learned that the most expensive house in Mumbai is in the southern tip of the waterfront, and the average price per square meter is three or four times that of the new neighborhood, reaching two or three hundred thousand rupees. The ultra-high population density is one of the reasons for the high housing prices in Mumbai!

Now that Chinese friends gather to chat about big things, it's hard not to talk about housing prices. If there are friends from other places in the party, the housing price has become the most important indicator to improve the self-confidence of the area - where the housing price is high, the people in that place are a little higher, and one said: "We have a house price of 5,000 there." That one will pick up, "What's this, we've got six thousand there." "The implication is that don't think that the magic capital and the imperial capital are awesome, and see who dares to underestimate us, that tone is the same as Hruschio, Fu and Kenny, and Di debating the superiority of socialism in the kitchen.

But Amirhui knew that the superiority of his compatriots could be put aside in Mumbai. The level of housing prices in Mumbai is, to put it bluntly, enough to suppress the sense of superiority of the economic rise of the imperial capital.

"Whoever can buy a decent apartment in Mumbai is definitely in the upper class of Indian society." Amir Hui said honestly.

Such apartments usually have a nice community environment, uniformed security guards, and even tennis courts and swimming pools in the complex. Buying such an apartment is extremely difficult even for middle-class wage earners, such as government civil servants or teachers. Moreover, India does not have a dual-track housing price system like China, some cadres can buy houses far below the market price, and many Indian soldiers, civil servants, and university professors can enjoy good housing, but once they leave their jobs, they have to move out.

The rise in housing prices in China has brought huge psychological pressure to a large number of people who have not yet bought a house, lest there will be no place to stand in the future, so even if they have a huge loan, they have to buy a house, and there is almost a class antagonism between people who do not have a house and those who grit their teeth and buy a house and turn into "house slaves" and real estate developers! It is sharper in India.

Looking back, the dilapidated buildings behind him can only make people sigh.

"Poof..." Amir thought as he spat water, gritting his teeth as he washed.

Eyes are hot!

I don't want to live in a rotten house!

I don't want to go with the sewage!

I want to drive a beautiful car, put my sister, and be a big entertainer!

I only heard a slightly hoarse voice float in, "Brother Hui, what are you thinking?" ”

"Huh?"

Amirhui turned his head and saw a girl with two sweet braids, big eyes, thick lips, and long dark hair, walking over with toiletries. The age is similar to my current age, about 15 years old, wearing a pure white dress school uniform.

in India.

White symbolizes truth and peace!

She is the daughter of her own cheap uncle, Ziyu. The Indian name is Amir Jade.

In terms of personality, she is a woman with faith, not afraid of hardship, and brave.

Amir Hui digested the previous information, but at this time he was calm and relaxed, and said with a smile: "I'm thinking." In the future, should I buy a villa by the sea opposite, or be the owner of a few houses in the urban area. ”

According to his age and generation, Amir Hui is half a month older than her, so he is her older brother.

Listening to his words, Amiryu rolled her lovely hygienic eyes.

When she came over, she didn't give face at all and said: "Brother Hui, you have ambition, but it's not good to be a man, it's not good to be ambitious." ”

Although she is young, she has been sensible since she was a child, and after living here for so many years, she has long known how far the gap between the rich and the poor is in Mumbai. Due to the protection of the right to move and beg under the law, a large number of people seeking livelihoods have poured into Mumbai, and many Chinese people like them who have just arrived in India will feel proud that Mumbai and the magic capital do not look like a cosmopolitan metropolis from the outside, and can be described as dirty and messy, with beggars everywhere and slums next to high-rise buildings.

I don't know how these people who live in the slums will feel when they look at the high-rise buildings, they probably can't afford to buy such an apartment for the rest of their lives.

Compared to those apartments, the slums are hell, with small low-rise houses similar to the shanty towns of the magic capital twenty years ago, cramped, a small house of less than ten square meters can accommodate a family of five, or more. The environment is also not flattering: there is a clutter, there is no greenery, there are no sports venues, children only play cricket on the streets. But strangely, these people who live in the slums seem to be quite leisurely, which probably has something to do with the national character of the Indians who are happy to know their fate.

As a foreigner passing by, if you show the slightest curiosity, they will take the initiative to invite you into their "humble house" to sit. These slum-dwellers don't show the slightest hint of embarrassment, they serve you a particularly sweet chai, show you where they sleep, where they do their laundry, where they cook, and turn on the TV at home to show you that he has a tank of goldfish......

Amir's family, although not so miserable, is not very good.

After staying for a long time, Amiryu also said in a happy way, "We are also slum owners. ”

"Don't be funny." This made Amirhui have to complain.

Amirhui was surprised to hear the word. "Slum Lord". It's a word full of humor -- we live in the slums, but we are the owners.

How can they call the owner?

Amir Hui thought a little funny, these houses are all out-and-out illegal buildings according to Chinese standards! It was built by some homeless people and immigrants who chose to build it on the side of some railways and garbage dumps that no one cared about.

India's constitution stipulates that Indian citizens have the freedom to move and vote wherever they want to register; At the same time, the constitution also stipulates that "Indian citizens have the right to choose where to live".

This rule seemed a little funny, and Amirhui yawned and asked, "Can you live anywhere?" Is it okay to go to New Delhi and pitch a tent in front of the Prime Minister's House and be a neighbor of the Prime Minister? Or is it okay to pitch a tent in someone's private garden? ”

Amiryu blinked a little strangely, looking at the somewhat abnormal brother today.

"Brother Hui, are you stupid?" Amiryu said sarcastically.