The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

Ouyang Lan remembered.

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

Fight against the treacherous Soviet Union and Japanese imperialism.

Almost every day, adults or teachers ask students to chant slogans.

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

It symbolizes beauty incarnate.

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

A beautiful country.

over there.

There is no poverty, no war, no hunger or thirst, and no mutual oppression.

Everyone is equal and everyone is free.

America is paradise.

A most beautiful country.

When she first arrived in the United States, Ouyang Lan felt that the United States was really a beautiful country.

Whether on Wall Street or on Fifth Avenue, everyone looks rich.

All were polite and courteous.

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

The men, each in a suit and tie.

It's just a little bit less elegant and personable than Zhao Jiangchuan.

only.

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

Ouyang Lan discovered.

America is not as beautiful as imagined.

On the wooden benches in the park, you can almost see someone sleeping there 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, you can still see many homeless people sleeping on the roadside.

Not a bum.

Because there are both men and women among these wanderers.

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 living corpses.

Even occasionally, you will see homeless people lying motionless on the cold ground.

The posture remained unchanged, and no one knew whether he was alive or dead.

Beside the garbage dump, there were homeless people who seemed to be looking for something.

Under the stinking smell, they turned over and over from time to time.

Suddenly, a white homeless man in ragged clothes walked up to Ouyang Lan.

This is a middle-aged woman.

Judging by appearance, he might be thirty or forty years old.

she is skinny.

He was so thin that he looked almost skinny.

His face was covered with dirt and stains.

She held a cardboard box in her hand and humbly said something to 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 desire in the beggar's eyes.

She was half-clothed, and her dry chest was completely exposed to the air.

In the beggar's pitiful plea, Ouyang Lan suddenly felt compassion.

Both are women.

After seeing a woman reduced to such a state, she could not help but pity her.

As the beggar begged, Ouyang Lan subconsciously reached into her pockets.

But before Ouyang Lan could reach her pocket, she was pulled by someone, and then she saw the person holding her holding a hundred-dollar bill.

Big Bad is truly the nicest guy in the world.

Ouyang Lan thought after discovering the one hundred dollar bill in Zhao Jiangchuan's hand.

But then, Ouyang Lan realized something was wrong.

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't pause at all when he pulled her, and just threw the banknote on the ground.

He didn't even look at the beggar, and he didn't have the pity and sympathy he deserved.

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

Ouyang Lan looked back at the beggar.

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

Dignity, personality.

The moment you bend down, it means losing everything, and it is equivalent to being stepped on the ground by them.

Perhaps it was the compassion for a fellow woman that made Ouyang Lan a little unhappy.

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

Who would come out to beg if there was nothing else they could do?

As long as you hand the money to the woman, you can still preserve some of her dignity.

But Zhao Jiangchuan threw the money on the ground as if on purpose and asked others to pick it up.

It's like deliberately trampling on other people's only dignity.

But Ouyang Lan soon understood why Zhao Jiangchuan did what he did.

Before they had gone far, all the nearby beggars gathered around them.

Black people, white people, brown people.

Each one looked at them greedily like mice that had found food.

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

"FUCK OFF."

Zhao Jiangchuan hugged Ouyang Lan and cursed.

But it was of no use. The beggars seemed to be looking for food and would not stop until they reached their goal.

Zhao Jiangchuan's angry scolding made the beggars surrounding him take a few steps back.

But then, some beggars begged.

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

"Help us..."

Zhao Jiangchuan said nothing, just hugged Ouyang Lan and looked at the beggars coldly.

Li Jingming and Zhang Weitao, who were standing one behind the other, also opened their suits and pressed their hands on the guns they carried.

Under the threat of a gun, the beggars dispersed.

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

"Boss, I'm sorry..."

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't take it seriously. He gently patted Ouyang Lan's waist and comforted her.

"It's okay, they're just a bunch of rubbish. Do you understand why I don't let you go out alone?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Understand what?"

Ouyang Lan said nothing, took Zhao Jiangchuan's arm and buried her head in his arm.

After feeling the security in those arms, she whispered.

"Heaven is only where the boss is."

"loquacious……"

………

There may always be a thin line between hell and heaven.

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

But now, this place has become hell.

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

After losing their jobs, they have no money to buy food. No money to buy food means they cannot fill their stomachs.

In just a few months, more than a hundred people have died directly or indirectly from poverty.

Amid the continued slump in copper prices, black people in Zambia feel that they are not far from hell.

Former President Kenneth David told them that this was all on the government's radar.

The fat man with the gold chain around his neck was the culprit behind all this.

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