Xing could only obediently take off the wig and stuff it in his pocket.
He Zhou sized up the layout of the small house.
The living room was very small. Other than a square mahjong table, there was almost only room left to settle down.
"Have a seat. I'll get you a glass of water.”Third Uncle yawned and put on his slippers. He pressed the switch on the electric fan, and the old fan started to turn, bringing a cool breeze.
He Zhou and Ah Xing were squeezed on a double sofa. Through the curtain, they could see a modified bed in the inner bedroom.
This was probably the only preparation that Third Uncle made for Xing to seek refuge in Xiangjiang City.
As expected, the room was in a mess. There were even spider webs in the corners of the room. He probably didn't have the mood to clean it usually. There was nothing high-end in the entire bedroom.
It could be said that Third Uncle had been in Xiangjiang for decades. Although the quality of life was much better than that of his relatives and friends in the mainland, he was still at the bottom.
In other words, based on the layout of Cuiyuan Building, it was actually the gathering place of the bottom floor of Xiangjiang City.
Similarly, Third Uncle did not know any rich people. His friends were similar, but they were not good.
For example, his uncle's mahjong friends, Yu Sheng, as the name suggested, were just a small shop selling fish. Not only did they have to get up early and work late, but they also had to pay rent and protection fees to various clubs. Ah Ping was a dancer who specialized in drinking and dancing with people to earn dance tickets for a living. Flower Aunty seemed to have been a dancer before, but after she became old and couldn't receive customers, she changed her profession.
Generally speaking, Xiangjiang City had been developing rapidly since the 1930s. It was destined to be a state where social classes were solidified and every level of society was saturated.
Here, there was almost no future at the bottom. It was as difficult as ascending to the heavens to make a comeback!
This wasn't something that could be achieved through hard work.
If it were in the mainland, a small merchant like Yu Sheng could still accumulate a certain amount of capital through his hard-working hands and the good quality of honest management, even before He Zhou transmigrated, when the tide was just beginning to show signs of life. He could expand his business territory and realize his life dream.
Unfortunately, this place was called Xiangjiang.
It was a place where the rich lived in heaven and the poor lived in hell.
The high rental cost of the shops and shops directly took away 70 - 80% of the hard-earned money from selling fish. The rest had to be paid to various clubs. The remaining profit was not much except for daily life.
What was even more despairing was that the rising speed of housing prices, rents, shop rents, and commodity prices had created the economic legend of Xiangjiang City. While a large number of super-rich people were nurtured, the lower-class people had to bear all the pain of society.
The gambling culture in Xiangjiang was very popular, even more so than that in Macau, the city of gambling. Wasn't it a different kind of 'lying down'?
Because in the minds of many people, gambling was the only hope for the bottom class to turn over a new leaf. Hard work could not make one rich, and one could only live a humble life. Only gambling, stock trading, and horse racing had a slim hope of turning over a new leaf.
Third Uncle and the others were uneducated, uneducated, and had no capital. Not to mention finding a decent job, it was not easy for them to even go to the factory to make a living and sell their youth.
Because the factories in Xiangjiang moved to the mainland one after another, job opportunities were getting fewer and fewer, and the rate of employment was getting higher and higher.
In the end, it even evolved into the fact that being a gangster was the best choice for the lower class, and playing cards and gambling was the best way for the lower class to comfort themselves.
"Peng, drink."
Third Uncle still had the same yawning expression as he sat on the small stool opposite him.
He was probably addicted to smoking. He touched his pocket and immediately cursed," Damn it! Where's my lighter?"
Ah Xing was about to pour himself some tea when he put down the teacup. He blinked and looked around the living room. Finally, his gaze stopped on the biscuit jar on the coffee table. He said naively,"Third Uncle, the lighter is in that metal can.”
Third Uncle was stunned for a moment when he heard that. He did not think too much about it. He subconsciously reached out and found a lighter.
He hadn't reacted yet. Since A Xing could see the contents of the iron can, he thought that he had casually placed it there and was seen by A Xing. He was still cursing, as if he wanted to use a magnifying glass to find every part of A Xing that he didn't like.。
Just as he lit the cigarette and took two puffs, he heard Xing pointing at the opposite wall and shouting,"That little girl is going to fall. Be careful, be careful, she's falling!”
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the sound of a fall from the next room, followed by the heart-wrenching cries of a girl.
The surrounding neighbors heard the commotion and hurriedly opened their doors to take a look. The first thing they saw was a little girl in a pink dress sitting on the ground and crying loudly.
Third Uncle's heart trembled. He turned his head and looked at A Xing with eyes full of infinite light, as if he was looking at a huge treasure.
You can see it through the wall
Xing, you still say you don't have a superpower?
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