Ouyang Lan remembered.

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

Hit the perfidious Soviet Union, hit Japanese imperialism.

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

The United States at that time was no longer the evil country it was twenty years ago.

It symbolizes the incarnation of beauty.

After that, many people gradually learned why the United States is called the United States from movies and other people.

a beautiful country.

there.

There is no poverty, no wars, no hunger and thirst, and no mutual oppression.

Everyone is equal and everyone is free.

America is heaven.

a most beautiful country.

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 on Fifth Avenue, everyone looks rich.

All are polite.

The women on the street, all dressed up, like flowers from all over the world, vying for beauty.

Men, each in suits.

It is only a little bit worse than Zhao Jiangchuan's elegance and demeanor.

only.

After leaving the small office and leaving the villa garden where he rested at night.

Ouyang Lan found out.

America is not as beautiful as it seems.

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

They were ragged and dirty.

It looked like a rat curled up waiting to die.

This is Central Park in Manhattan.

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

Not a bum.

Because there are men and women among these homeless people.

There are young people and there are old people.

There are white, black, or brown people.

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

Occasionally, homeless people are seen lying motionless on the icy ground.

That posture has remained unchanged, and no one knows whether it is alive or dead.

Beside the garbage heap, there are homeless people who seem to be looking for something.

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

Suddenly, a ragged white homeless person walked up to Ouyang Lan.

This is a middle-aged woman.

Judging by appearances, he might be in his thirties or forties.

she is skinny.

Skinny, almost skinny.

His face was covered in dirt and stains.

Holding a cardboard box in her hand, she said something humble towards Ouyang Lan.

Ouyang Lan couldn'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 prayer and longing in the beggar's eyes.

She was naked, and a dry chest was completely exposed to the air.

In the pitiful plea of ​​the beggar, Ouyang Lang felt pity.

Same as a woman.

After seeing a woman reduced to this level, she couldn't help but feel pity.

In the beggar's plea, Ouyang Lan subconsciously touched her pocket.

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

Big Bad is the best guy in the world.

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

But then, Ouyang Lan realized something was wrong.

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

He didn't even look at the beggar, nor did he have the pity and sympathy he deserved.

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

Ouyang Lan turned to look at the beggar.

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

Dignity, personality.

At the moment of bending over, it means all loss, and it is equivalent to being trampled on the ground by them.

Perhaps it was the pity of the same woman, and Ouyang Lan was a little unhappy.

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

If there is no way out, who will come out to beg.

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

But Zhao Jiangchuan seemed to deliberately throw the money on the ground and let people pick it up.

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 beggars nearby gathered around.

Blacks, whites, browns.

One by one, they looked at them greedily like mice finding food.

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

"FUCKOFF."

Zhao Jiangchuan hugged Ouyang Lan and cursed.

But it was of no use, those beggars seemed to be foraging for food, and would not give up until their goals were achieved.

In Zhao Jiangchuan's rage, he made the surrounding beggars take a few steps back.

But then, a beggar begged.

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

"Help us..."

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't look at him, he just put his arms around 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 put their hands on the guns they were carrying.

Deterred by guns, the beggars scattered.

Only then did Ouyang Lan realize what she had just done, she whispered.

"Boss, I'm sorry..."

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

"It's alright, it's just a bunch of rubbish. Do you understand why I usually don't let you go out alone?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Understand what?"

Ouyang Lan didn't speak, she took Zhao Jiangchuan's arm and buried her head in his arm.

After feeling the sense of security in that arm, she whispered.

"Only where the boss is is heaven."

"loquacious…"

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

But now, it's hell.

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

After losing their jobs, they have no money to buy food, and no money to buy food 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 downturn 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 the gold necklace around his neck was the culprit who dominated all this.

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