Night Hemisphere, Night City Ghetto.

The heating of the city was restored after the Portal was repaired, but the snow layer from the blizzard was so thick that it took several days for the thick snow to melt almost the entire street, even when the heat radiation from the street heating and the Portal increased the rate of snowmelt.

The death toll has not yet been counted and announced.

No, it's more likely that the numbers have already been counted, but they haven't been announced, and those who froze to death were quietly disposed of.

As soon as I thought of this possibility, Ah Gou felt a little melancholy in my heart.

But when I saw the noisy and unusual scene in front of me, I felt even more melancholy.

Today, the streets of the ghetto are also lively.

Dense crowds crowded into a clearing, which was originally a shack built by workers, but when the snowstorm came, the snow collapsed, and the workers who lived in it died on the spot, while the workers living in the surrounding area secretly picked up the building materials that could be used here and used them to strengthen their shacks, and the unusable waste materials were also picked up one after another.

Any resource is very precious to Night City, even if it is a lump of waste paper, they will only be allowed to discard it if they have to recycle it ten or twenty times to completely squeeze out its surplus value, or if the cost of recycling is not proportional to the harvest.

From the workers' point of view, there is a good track record of their picking up of scrap, after all, it is also profitable to help recycle scrap materials, and they can sell the scraps they have scavenged from nowhere in the recycling station for a reward of less than a dozen hours in a sweatshop.

While these incentives for recycling waste have always been scarce, to the point that even if workers don't do anything all day and pick up junk in Night City, they are quite a bit of a windfall.

Maybe a few energy bars bought with this money can be the key to saving your life.

So the clearing was quickly cleared, and whatever was of value or not was divided among the nearby workers, and the bloody corpses were dug up and carried away by the sheriffs.

As for the chairman? Regardless of these untouchables, no one has ever cared about or taken care of these collapsed houses.

It's just that now this clearing is crowded with people, not only the open space, but even the few not very spacious streets around the clearing are crowded with many people, they are all wearing coarse cloth clothes, with many patches on them, yellow-skinned, skinny workers, these people are densely gathered together like ants, some people are pushing, some people are talking, some people are crazy and want to squeeze in.

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But his voice obviously didn't play a role, let alone convey to the hundreds of people around, even the more than thirty people in this open space square he couldn't suppress, a small voice of one person can form a very noisy environment, covering his shouting, just like a whispering student in the classroom and a very tired teacher standing on the podium.

First change and then change, there is still half a chapter