Global Tycoon: You Call This A Small Achievement?

Ah Xing had no choice but to take off the wig obediently and put it in his pocket.

He Zhou took stock of the layout of the small house.

The living room is very small. Apart from a square mahjong table, there is almost only room for a foot.

"Sit down, let me get you a glass of water." The third uncle yawned, put on his slippers, and pressed the open position of the electric fan. Immediately, the old fan started spinning, bringing a burst of coolness.

He Zhou and Ah Xing squeezed into a double sofa, and through the curtains they could see a modified bunk bed inside.

This was probably the only preparation Third Uncle made for Ah Xing to come to Xiangjiang to seek refuge.

The room was predictably messy, and there were even spider webs in the corners. I guess I didn't have much thought to clean it in my thirties. There was nothing high-end in the bedroom.

It can be said that the third uncle has been living in Xiangjiang for decades. Although his quality of life is much better than that of his relatives and friends in the mainland, he is still at the bottom.

In other words, just looking at the decoration and layout of Cuiyuan Building, you can tell that this is actually the gathering place on the ground floor of Xiangjiang.

Similarly, the third uncle doesn't know any rich people, and his friends are about the same, but not very good.

For example, the third uncle’s mahjong friends, Fish Seller, as the name suggests, is a fish seller who runs a small shop. Not only does he have to work from dawn to dusk, but he also has to pay rent and pay protection fees to various associations. Over the years, he can’t save much money; A Ping is a dancer who specializes in drinking and dancing with people and earning dance tickets for a living. Hua Gu seems to have been a dancer before, but she changed her career after she got old and lost her beauty and couldn't receive customers.

In general, Hong Kong's economic boom that began in the 1930s and its full development over the years have destined it to be a state of serious class consolidation and severe saturation at every level of society.

Here, there is almost no future for those at the bottom, and it is as difficult as climbing up to the sky!

This cannot be achieved through hard work.

In the Mainland, small businessmen like Ma Yusheng, even before He Zhou crossed over, when the flat tide was beginning to show, could still accumulate a certain amount of capital through hard-working hands and the excellent quality of honest management. Expand your career territory and realize your life ideals.

But it is a pity that this place is called Xiangjiang.

A veritable paradise for the rich and hell for the poor.

The high rents for houses and shops directly reduced the money that the fish seller earned hard-earned, and the rest had to be provided to various societies. The remaining profit was not much left except for daily life.

What’s even more despairing is that the speed at which house prices, house rents, shop rents, and commodity prices are rising has created the economic myth of Xiangjiang and cultivated a large number of super-rich people. At the same time, the people at the bottom are bearing all the pain of society.

The gambling culture in Xiangjiang is very popular, even more popular than the gambling city of Macau. Isn't this a different kind of "laying down"?

Because in the minds of many people, gambling is the only hope for the bottom to turn over. Hard work cannot make you rich, and you can only survive in humble circumstances. Gambling, stock trading, and horse racing are the only ways to turn around.

People like Third Uncle have no culture, no knowledge, and no capital. Not to mention finding a decent job, even if they want to work in a factory to make ends meet and sell their youth, it is not easy.

Because factories in Xiangjiang are moving inland one after another, there are fewer and fewer job opportunities and the unemployment rate is getting higher and higher.

In the end, it even evolved into a gang. Being a gangster is the best choice for people at the bottom. Playing cards and gambling is the best way for people at the bottom to comfort themselves.

"Bang, drink it."

The third uncle still had the same expression of yawning, and he sat on the small stool opposite.

I guess he was addicted to cigarettes, so he touched his pockets, and then he cursed, "Damn it! Where did my lighter go?"

Asing was just about to pour himself tea when he heard this and put down the tea cup. He blinked and looked around the living room. Finally, his eyes stopped on the biscuit jar on the coffee table. He said naively: "Uncle, the lighter is over there." Inside the tin can.”

The third uncle was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and without thinking much, he subconsciously reached out and touched it, and found the lighter.

He hadn't reacted yet. Since Ah Xing could see the contents inside the tin can through it, he just thought that he had placed it casually and Ah Xing had seen it and remembered it in his heart. He was still cursing as if he wanted to use a magnifying glass to find out. Everything about Ah Xing is displeasing to the eye. .

I had just lit my cigarette, and before I took two puffs, I heard Ah Xing pointing at the opposite wall and shouting loudly: "That little girl is going to fall, be careful, be careful, she's falling!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of falling down from next door, and then he remembered the heart-rending cry of the girl.

The neighbors heard the commotion and hurriedly opened the door to look out. The first thing they saw was a little girl in a pink skirt sitting on the ground crying.

The third uncle's mind was shaken, and he turned his head to look at Ah Xing, his eyes filled with infinite light, as if he were looking at a huge treasure.

You can see it through the walls

Ah Xing, you still said you have no powers?