The Black Technology Era of Xueba

(Chapter 416, which was republished earlier, has been changed to Fanwai. Those who have already subscribed can go back and watch it without paying any more money. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a subscription to watch it or not, it does not affect the plot.)

Although Gary shouted loudly, it was obviously too late.

The children, without the slightest etiquette, scrambled to grab the chocolate from Gao Siqi's hand.

In the chaos, Gao Siqi's hand was scratched.

"No, no, really no more." Gao Siqi kept talking in English, but the children still didn't let go, hoping to get more food from Gao Siqi.

In addition to the children, the adults in the tents and wooden houses also walked out like zombies with only food and no thinking ability, and they approached Gao Siqi and others step by step.

More and more people, the situation is very critical.

Gong Lieyang took Gao Siqi's hand and stepped back, but was soon surrounded by the crowd.

The security team protected Gao Siqi in it, and the guns they were carrying were loaded.

"Back off! Back off! There's no food here!" Gary's back was soaked with sweat.

This situation is in Gary's worst plan, and of course there is a strategy to deal with it, and the security force can handle this kind of situation.

What the poor want to eat is not to die, and they dare not move forward when they see the full-armed posture.

They all stopped and shouted in the local language.

"We want food!"

"Please give us food!"

"We're really hungry, please give me some food."

"My child hasn't had decent food for three days, please."

As people were talking, they crowded towards Gao Siqi again.

"Bang!"

A shot went off.

The security personnel shot into the sky, which brought the situation under control, and the poor people stopped and did not dare to go forward.

Gao Siqi looked at the poor with pleading eyes,

Know how much they crave food.

Not far away, is the villa area of ​​Cape Town, where the richest people in South Africa live, and it is also a new generation of wealthy people who have changed in South Africa after the 1990s.

These rich people drive luxury cars, live in villas and enjoy a luxurious life, in stark contrast to the poor here who can't even eat a loaf of bread.

At this time, Gao Siqi understood the importance of making food for the future, so that all people in the world will no longer be hungry. This may be a somewhat ridiculous idea, but with the promotion of Pangu Technology, it may be realized one day.

Gao Siqi is full of sympathy for these poor people, but she is very rational. This is not the time to show sympathy. If she stays here again, she will not have an accident because of the security, but these poor people may have an accident.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gao Siqi and others left the slum under the escort of security guards.

After leaving, Gary said, "If we didn't have a security force, I really wouldn't dare to bring you here."

Gary sighed and said, "Poverty and crime are an endless cycle, and many people embark on the path of crime because of poverty."

Xu Limin wanted to know about the local welfare policy in South An Africa, and said, "Is there no local assistance for these people who lack food?"

It is hard for Xu Limin to imagine that there is such a scene in South An Africa, which was once known as a developed country in Africa. From this, it may be more shocking to calculate other countries in Africa.

No matter how poor most Xia people are, they still have nothing to worry about eating. But in the slums of South Anfei, food is a luxury.

Gary replied: "Measures? Of course there are. Not only the local area, but the United States and the United Nations will have food aid every year."

"But." Gary shrugged and said, "Ten tons of aid food may reach here with only three tons, or even less than three tons, and most of them are misappropriated by powerful people and sold to the market. Even if all ten tons of food are sold to the market. There are not enough people to arrive here, too many hungry people."

As soon as he said it, Xu Limin understood.

And for example, the food aided by the United States is really so kind to help you?

If the United States helps you with one ton of food, you will definitely need more than two tons in return.

Not to mention minerals, you also need to raise your own flag internationally.

Gary said: "This time, according to Mr. Kobe Luo's request, I will lead you to take a look at the slums and learn about the importance of food to South Anfri. Ms. Gao and Mr. Xu, if Pangu Technology can really make the people of South An Africa no longer hungry. , then you are the heroes of South Africa. The people of South Africa don't need Mandela, they need people who keep us fed."

Gao Siqi and Xu Limin knew the weight of this sentence.

"So where is our next visit?" Gao Siqi asked.

"It's also a slum." Gary's answer surprised everyone.

"Didn't you just finish visiting the slums?" Gong Lieyang asked suspiciously.

"There are many slums in Capet. We are going to visit the slums of white people. I believe you should be very interested."

The car drives on the uneven roads of South Anfrica, and the bumps along the way reflect the actual decline of Cape Town's ostensible glory.

This is the main road of the city.

In Xia Country, if any major road could be bumped like this, the people of Xia Country would have been cursed.

There is an Emerald Lake ten kilometers away from the city. Among the large and small lakes in Cape Town, the small Emerald Lake is inconspicuous.

Again, the scenery is beautiful here.

Emerald lake, cyan grass, blue sky.

If such a scenery appeared in Xia Guo, it would definitely be a holiday destination.

"I fell in love with Cape Town." Gao Siqi said: "If you forget the unpleasantness just now, then there is really a scenery everywhere."

"This is the white ghetto," Gary said.

At this time, Gary's tone was much more relaxed. Obviously, the danger of white slums was much lower than that of black slums.

Gao Siqi saw a white man fishing by the lake, so she stepped forward to chat with him.

The white name is Kevins, 35 years old this year, a South African of British descent, and is already a fourth-generation immigrant.

If you just look at Kevins' dress and temperament, you really can't tell that he is a poor man.

But he was indeed a poor man, and he fished at the lake not for leisure, but for his own dinner.

"Can I visit your house?" Gao Siqi said.

Kevins looked at his catch - three bass, and said, "Of course! I'm very happy."

After walking for about a kilometer with Kevins, we arrived at the white ghetto.

Gao Siqi was quickly fascinated by this place. This is a slum, it is a paradise for art.

The people living in the slums do not live in tents, but in old trucks, old RVs, or wooden houses built by themselves.

The outside of the house is clean and tidy, there are no stinky gutters, no garbage thrown away at will, and there are graffiti full of artistic flavors outside the house.

"Unbelievable, this is actually a slum."

(PS: This chapter does not discriminate, nor does it glorify white people. Everything described in the article is true. You can go to South Anfrica for on-the-spot investigation and verification.)