Compared with the urban area of Mohai City, which is dozens of kilometers away, this place is more like the 1980s, or even worse. It should be regarded as a slum, facing urban reconstruction and demolition at any time.
How expensive is the house in Mohai? In the urban area, it often costs 20,000 to 30,000 yuan per square meter. That is still the cheapest. In a good location, it can cost 50,000 to 60,000 yuan per square meter at any time, or even 80,000 to 100,000 yuan per square meter.
Low-income people simply cannot afford to rent a bed in the city.
Low-rent housing! There are simply not enough low-rent housing! In fact, people who live in low-rent housing are often middle- and high-income people! People who live on subsistence allowances may have several stores at home to collect rent, and their monthly income is tens of thousands!
There are so many people who really need help!
Fan Jianqiang's heart was filled with ups and downs, and he said to Calabash Boy: "When I make more money, I will buy this place and build rows of houses. I will not sell them, but rent them out to the poor. The rent will be one yuan per square meter!"
Calabash's heart was shocked and she didn't speak for a long time. At this time, due to the traffic conditions, Fan Jianqiang was the driver. Calabash sat in the passenger seat and turned to look at the scenery outside the car window.
"Building a small house, 30 square meters, 50 square meters, the largest is 70 square meters, the rent is dozens of yuan a month, I don't think anyone can afford it."
Fan Jianqiang suddenly became excited and said: "In the future, we will build up this area, build kindergartens, build elementary schools, middle schools, and hospitals, all for free!"
As Fan Jianqiang was speaking, he suddenly stopped the car, patted Calabash Baby on the shoulder, pointed to a man outside wearing a cheap leather jacket that had been damaged to the point of polishing off the leather, and said: "That man is about the same height and shape as me.
, Calabash Boy, you give him money and ask him to sell me his clothes, pants, shoes, and that leather hat from the last century."
Fan Jianqiang said, took out a wad of money and gave it to Calabash Baby.
Calabash Boy was stunned: "Brother Qiang, why did you buy his clothes?"
"I'm useful! Stop gossiping and go buy it! Wait, let's get him some new clothes." Fan Jianqiang took it in casually and took a set of clothes and shoes. He searched two supermarkets for new clothes and trousers, all of them.
Wear whatever you want. Fan Jianqiang didn't dare to give American goods, so he could only get a set of clothes that were 70% to 80% new, but they were much better than what the man was wearing.
After thinking about it, he took another ten kilogram bag of rice and gave it all to Calabash Boy.
The man got a thousand yuan, better clothes, shoes, and a bag of rice. He thanked her profusely, quickly took off his coat, pants, and shoes in the street, and handed them to Calabash Baby.
Huluwa pinched her nose and took the man's smelly clothes over, but did not dare to take them into the car and asked, "Brother Qiang, these clothes smell."
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? If it tastes good, just do it."
"Aren't you going to throw it away?"
Fan Jianqiang laughed and scolded: "How about throwing you away?"
Fan Jianqiang got out of the car, took over the standard beggar's outfit, got in the car, and put on all the clothes and shoes in the back seat of the car.
Calabash was watching intently from the passenger seat with a strange expression.
"How is it? Does it look like a beggar?" Fan Jianqiang finally put the dirty hat on his head, with most of the leather taken off.
Calabash Boy shook his head and said: "No, no beggar has such a clean face."
Fan Jianqiang said oh, opened the car door, and without getting out of the car and bending down, he smeared a handful of thick ash on the ground, smeared it on his face, and asked: "Does it look like it now?"
Calabash Boy looked up and down carefully and said, "It's very similar! But it's a bit too much. I've never seen a beggar who doesn't care about cleanliness so much."
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "Fuck you, this is called professionalism!"
Calabash Boy chuckled and said, "Brother Qiang, you already look like a beggar, but your face is so handsome that no amount of dust and mud can cover it up."
"Stop flattering me! I won't do this."
Calabash Wa sneered: "Brother Qiang, do you want to experience life?"
"Yes, to experience life, you take me to the bus station and drive back. When you get back, you ask everyone to prepare dinner. Officer Lin's family will stay there, and you ask them to entertain me well."
"Brother Qiang, where are you? Are you not going back?"
"I have serious things to do, so just say that I encountered an emergency and went abroad. Do you understand?"
"Understood! I won't tell anyone."
…
When the collection mission comes, everything must give way.
Fan Jianqiang put his police officer ID card, wallet and all his belongings into the safe of the island villa in the lake, except for two 100-dollar notes in his pocket.
When he came to a grocery store, Fan Jianqiang bought a small bottle of Red Star Erguotou. He spent three and a half yuan and broke the one hundred bottle. With this small bottle of wine in his pocket, Fan Jianqiang walked to the station. There were some people waiting around him.
People in the car covered their noses to avoid it.
Indeed, Fan Jianqiang himself can't adapt to wearing such an outfit, let alone others.
The bus was not crowded, not because there were not many passengers, but wherever Uncle Fan went, he avoided all the idle people! Finally, Fan Jianqiang stood next to a fashionably dressed woman in her thirties, who was burying her head.
Playing with the mobile phone for a long time,
He vaguely smelled something, sniffed a few times, raised his head and looked around. Suddenly, he saw Fan Jianqiang, dressed in beggar's equipment, standing next to him, and screamed suddenly. The decibel of the sound was like
It's like being fucked by a girl.
The woman's face turned pale and she shouted exaggeratedly: "How can a beggar get on the bus? Stand far away! Don't get so close to me! You stink!"
Fan Jianqiang was so thick-skinned that he raised his arm, smelled the sleeves, and said nonchalantly: "Miss, you are making such a fuss. This is a real leather jacket, and real leather has a smell."
There was a sudden burst of laughter on the bus.
The woman said angrily: "How long have you not washed these clothes? The skin has peeled off! Is this real leather? Stay away from me!"
Fan Jianqiang rolled his eyes at her: "This is a bus, not your private car. The law doesn't stipulate that you can't take the bus if you are poorly dressed."
"But you stink! You influence others! You are young, why are you not ashamed!"
Fan Jianqiang shrugged and said: "Are you discriminating against the poor? In this cold day, I only have this piece of clothing to keep warm and cold. I want to wash it, but I wash it, what should I wear? I have no money.
Buy new clothes! Miss, how about you help me get one?"
The woman shouted: "Why should I support you? You are not like me!"
"That's true. If you really bought it for me, I wouldn't dare wear it! Who knows what your intentions are!"
"Crazy! I'm too lazy to tell you! I'm getting off!"
We happened to arrive at a platform, and the woman got off the bus with her nose pinched in disgust.
There was an empty seat in front of him, but Fan Qianqiang did not take it. A fat old man wearing a corduroy hat in the back row asked curiously: "Young man, why don't you sit down if there is a seat?"
"I'm dirty and my seat is dirty when I sit on it. Don't let others get their clothes dirty."
The passengers praised and praised one after another, and the fat old man asked curiously: "Young man, you are not a beggar, are you?"
"Ah? Why? I am dressed in such rags, am I not a beggar?"
The fat old man smiled and said: "You are articulate, beautiful, and tall. What kind of job can't you find? How can you be a beggar!"
Damn it, my face is covered with dust, but I still have beautiful features? Is this how handsome I am? No matter how dirty my clothes are, they can’t block my shine?
The fat old man continued: "Young man, where are you from?"
"I'm from Jiangbei, my hometown is in the countryside."
"A very remote rural area, right?"
"It's a very remote and underdeveloped place, in a poor place."
"No wonder, you have clear eyes. You must have grown up in a natural environment. Your hometown must have beautiful scenery."
Fan Jianqiang said with a smile: "Old man, if you keep talking, I will become a representative of outstanding people."
"Haha, I am a teacher from the Academic Affairs Office of Mohai Jiaotong University. If you are willing, our school cafeteria is hiring people. You can come and give it a try. You will have a place to live and food will be included..."
Seeing how enthusiastic the fat old man was, Fan Jianqiang was embarrassed. He didn't expect that being eloquent and handsome could have such benefits! He could find a job just by taking the bus! Before I was an intern at Tianjin, I was in the job market every day.
No one hired me when I was wandering around. Is it really that I am so handsome?
People around him began to advise Fan Qiang, what opportunities should not be missed, what opportunities should never be regained, what kind of things like meeting a noble person.
Fan Qiangqiang said with an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry everyone, I'm really sorry. I'm actually a writer, and the protagonist of my next book is a beggar, so I just experience life..."
The passengers suddenly realized it one by one and started talking about it.
The teacher from the Academic Affairs Office of Jiaotong University slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "Let me tell you, you are very articulate and don't look like a beggar! It turns out you are a writer! I'm sorry, I'm disrespectful..."
…
After finally arriving at the station, Fan Jianqiang got out of the car and waved goodbye to the kind-hearted passengers on the car.
The place where Fan Jianqiang got off the bus was downstairs of Yinhai Import and Export Trading Company. He had worked in this company for several years. Fan Qianqiang also knew that most of the people in the company liked to do various things on this street at noon.
Whether you have lunch in a restaurant, take the subway, the bus station or take a taxi, you must pass through this street! So this is also the place where you are most likely to meet Qi Yuanlan.
Fan Jianqiang looked at the time. It was already 4:30 pm, and the company got off work at 5 pm, still half an hour away.
After sitting on the ground for two minutes, Fan Jianqiang suddenly thought that Qi Yuanlan owned a BMW. If she drove out, she would not be able to see him while driving.
But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether she sees it or not, as long as people from Yinhai Company see it, everyone on earth knows how fast gossip spreads in the office.
Not long after waiting, at five o'clock, many company employees were getting off work.
Fan Jianqiang held a worn-out enamel bowl and started "begging". Suddenly he realized that he was not very eye-catching, so Qianwan Ruyi grabbed half a yellow cardboard shell and got one.
A red marker pen started writing on the cardboard.
"Well-meaning brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts: I am a poor person. I did business with a friend. I was deceived. My friend used inferior materials and passed them off as good ones. As a result, all the goods sold abroad were substandard.
After taking out the loan, the foreign company sued according to the contract, and finally paid the foreign company a huge amount of compensation. The house was gone, the car was gone, the money was gone, the girlfriend ran away, and I had nothing. I also suffered from the root cause of the disease and could no longer work..."
Fan Jianqiang started writing eloquently. Some curious passers-by stopped to look at what he had written. Some people read half of it and left with disdain. They also muttered, "You are trying to deceive people at this level?" More
People didn't pay any attention to them. Some of them were fashionably dressed and walked away from them for fear that lice would jump over.
After finishing writing, no one threw a coin out for a long time. Fan Qiangqiang curled up and sat on the ground, paying attention to the people coming from the Yinhai Building with the corner of his eye.