Hardcore crisis

Her sister was so scared that she shrank back. After thinking about it, Aiwandi decided to have breakfast here. After all, it was a new place and she might not be familiar with where the restaurant was.

Thinking of this, Aiwandi shouted loudly: "Mother, I'd better eat here."

But Aiwandi soon regretted it. A few months had not been long, but he had long been accustomed to enjoying exquisite food in the company. Now when he ate such a crude breakfast, he had the urge to vomit.

Looking at my seven-year-old sister and three-year-old brother, they threw themselves on the dirty dining table and ate with gusto, as if this was not cheap food, but a delicious meal.

"Aiwandi, have you heard?" His mother is almost fifty years old this year. Years of hard work in the slums have left this nearly fifty-year-old woman with wrinkles on her face and white hair on her forehead. .

"What did you hear?"

He quietly put down the pancake mixed with corn and asked calmly.

"Recently, the price of chili has increased to 200,000 rupees. I heard that yesterday a man went to Sunaidi's vegetable garden to steal chili peppers. Sunaidi and his brother caught him and beat him to death with a stick..."

"Beat to death?"

Avandi was startled for a moment, and then felt a little dazed. He was used to living in a civilized society, and he had almost forgotten this kind of life in the slums.

"So, how are they?"

"Who?" his mother asked curiously.

"Sunaidi and the others should be punished if they kill someone."

"Of course, the police came and Sunaidi's family was fined 1 million rupees. It would be better to let the thief steal the peppers."

The woman had a distressed expression on her face, and she seemed to feel heartbroken for those peppers.

One life, the price of four kilograms of chili peppers.

Avandi couldn't swallow it anymore. He was a little bored and wanted to move out of the slums as soon as possible. Here, human life was not equivalent to human life in the city center. In the eyes of the policemen, the country's The untouchables are only worth four kilograms of chili peppers.

Suddenly, Aiwandi took out his wallet, counted 2 million rupees and put it on the table, "Mother, take this money and buy a pair of shoes for Nayoman, and buy some household items for the rest. If it is not enough, , I’ll go get some money and come back tonight.”

"Oh, oh, this, this...Aiwandi..."

The woman was a little excited. She picked up 20 large bills with both hands and said incoherently: "Aiwandi, this, this is a bit too much."

"Not much, it's not much money."

Avandi said loudly: "I am saving money. Maybe in a few months, we can leave here and find a good house to live in."

The woman was stunned, and for the first time she felt that what Aiwandi said might be true.

She hesitated for a moment, handed the money to Aiwandi, and muttered: "Then, let's save this money. If it's not enough, I'll save a little more."

The little girl next to her heard Aiwandi talking about buying her a pair of shoes, and her dark eyes immediately lit up. Suddenly, her mother handed the money back, and her eyes suddenly dimmed, but she still didn't say anything. She lay obediently in front of the table that was almost as tall as her, burying her little head in front of the old rice bowl and munching on the pancakes.

"Haha, where did this money come from?"

Before Aiwandi could say anything more, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a drunken old man walked in. As soon as he saw the money in the woman's hand, he immediately said noisily: "You bitch, don't you mean that?" Are you out of money? How dare you lie to me!"

After saying that, I wanted to come over and grab money.

Unfortunately, Aiwandi stopped the drunken old man as soon as he stretched out his arm.

"Hey, you are...Aiwandi, my son?"

The old man squinted his eyes, looked Aiwandi up and down, and laughed: "My good son, what do you want to do? Do you want to help me? I'm not that old yet."

Seeing that his father, who had not been home for several months, was drunk and wanted to grab money when he came back, Aiwandi pushed hard and pushed the old man to the ground.

"Aren't you going to come back again?"

"Haha, that's just an angry comment."

The old man's appearance made the woman tremble and tremble, and also frightened several children. They all hid aside and dared not speak. Only Aiwandi stood upright, looking down at this gambling and alcoholic bastard.

The old man didn't blame Aiwandi for pushing him, and slowly got up from the ground, "I am your dad after all, don't be so heartless, I still miss you very much."

"Get out of here, I don't want to say another word."

"By God, do you really intend to be so ruthless?"

The old man sneered: "Remember, I am always your father, don't regret treating me like this."

"You old guy, do you want to stay here and seek death?" Aiwandi couldn't help but waved his fist.

"Haha, my son seems to be well-developed now. He is no longer a pariah like us and dares to talk to me like this. But don't forget, no matter how you change, you are still my son. Don't regret it. kind of thing."

Although he looked drunk, the old man spoke very clearly. He glanced at Aiwandi with a sneer, glanced at the banknotes on the table with greedy eyes, and then pushed the door open and walked out.

"Aiwandi, what should I do? He's back again." When the woman saw the old man gone, she stood up and said with sobs.

"Don't be afraid, I'm different now. If he dares to come back again, I'll call the police."

Now, as an employee of a super multinational foreign company, if he calls the police, he may not have the same perfunctory attitude towards the poor as before.

After comforting her mother, Aiwandi handed the banknotes to the woman's hand again, "Don't worry, this little money is nothing. We will be able to move out of here soon."

When you walk out of your house, although the sky is still bright, many people in the slums have already gotten up early to work. Some people need to go to the garbage stations on the outskirts of the city early in the morning to find useful garbage to sell for money, while others take the vegetables they have worked so hard to grow. Send to farmer's market for sale.

There are very few people like Aiwandi wearing a suit and holding his head high.

Many people watched him pass by with envious eyes, but even though Aiwandi looked down on these lazy untouchables, he never let down his guard. He recently heard a rumor that he had entered a big company and seemed to be rich.

It is said to be a rumor, but it is indeed true. However, such rumors are too dangerous in the slums. It cannot be ruled out that some jealous people deliberately deceive him or even do something excessive.

So Aiwandi got up early and left early to avoid some people deliberately bumping into him and soiling his clean suit when there were many people.

Yes, just getting Avandi's suit dirty is enough to cause him a lot of trouble.

For such a world-class multinational company, it attaches great importance to the personal image of its employees. At least in a building in the city center, if he goes to work wearing a dirty suit, within a day, the whole company will spread the news. His behavior was disrespectful to the company's image.

Although... for a white man like David or a core employee, dressing casually or even sloppily is a reflection of his personality. But he is a Javanese and a Javanese born in a slum. He is not qualified to learn from David's practices.

After walking out of the slum, Ayvandi caught a bus heading to the city center.

He got up very early, but unfortunately the traffic condition in Jakarta is not that good. Many office workers also like to get up early and take the bus in order not to be late. He carefully kept a certain distance from other people after getting on the bus, and waited patiently for an hour. The bus arrived at the stop.

From here is the outskirts of the city center. The hard-core technology company where he works did not choose to use the core area of ​​the city center as an office location. Instead, he directly found a building in the outer area and used it as an office location on the 25th to 27th floors. .

Of course, compared to the headquarters of the hard-core technology company being built in the suburbs, the main tasks of the office here are sales and reception. The job of a programmer like him is just to maintain the official website of the hard-core technology company in Indonesia.

Although the headquarters of the hard-core technology company is set in Indonesia, it is obvious that the company does not attach much importance to the Indonesian market. Even the government officials rarely purchase holographic projection equipment that is too expensive, and only a small number of local tycoons and A Chinese businessman would purchase one out of curiosity. (To be continued ~^~)