Xia Dongyang worked as a cleaner for a day. After work, he held a box lunch in a convenience store and muttered, "it turns out that ten yuan an hour is not enough to live. In the past, I was against increasing the wages of the workers."


    Next afternoon, I have to go to the restaurant to work. Xia Dongyang has washed all the bowls in his life these two days.


    "This time, it''s a dead end." In the evening, Xia Dongyang can be regarded as back to God. He tried to go back to the toilet in the corridor to take a bath. He turned on the tap, but there was no hot water. Helpless Xia Dongyang stood on the pit with a water pipe to take a shower. Suddenly, he threw a box of leftover instant noodles from upstairs and hit it not far away.


    The gray mice swished out of the unknown corner and snatched the truth in front of him. From then on, Xia Dongyang did not want to enter the toilet any more.


    At noon, Xia Dongyang almost stopped eating. He wanted to roll his eyes, but he couldn''t eat. He said to the man who brought him, "it''s too hard to do this job. Can I change my job tomorrow?"


    Xia Dongyang, the big boss, began to believe that it was beyond his ability to do these things.


    "Other work, this is already the best work, and it''s not done every day. If you don''t work, how can you afford to eat? The underworld will come to collect the protection fee. If you don''t work, you can''t afford them. " The person who brings Xia Dongyang says with a smile.


    In the next few days, Xia Dongyang seemed ready to work, working faster and faster, and made friends with cleaning aunts. He was even more excited when he finished cleaning his garbage before work than when he made five million yuan for the first time in his life.


    Xia Dongyang began to enjoy his sense of achievement. However, his body can still bear the continuous work, but he obviously feels that his thinking has become stagnant.


    Xia Dongyang feels very strange, these two days just consider eating, no other hope.


    "It turns out that the most important thing for the poor is to solve the next meal, how to plan what will happen in the future."


    In fact, Xia Dongyang is the most optimistic. Now that he''s sleeping, he''s able to fold the cardboard shell. He thinks of it as a spring in a spring bed. But his spine is almost too weak.


    Xia Dongyang knows that he is being tested and has a deadline, but for other poor people, this kind of life has no deadline at all.


    Xia Dongyang feels that his IQ is being eroded by his long-term boring work. He doesn''t know the day of the week today and loses his purpose and ability to express his requirements. I seem to have fallen into such poverty, and I don''t see any hope.


    Finally half a month later, Xia Dongyang finally survived half a month, and Fang Tianxing came to meet him.


    On the road, when he talked about his life in the slums, Xia Dongyang felt a lot.


    "Living in the slums, I feel that the whole person is turning like a cogwheel, unable to see any direction or future." Xia Dongyang sighs.


    Fang Tianxing asked him, "Xia Dongyang, what do you think the rich and poor are decided by now. Whether it''s intelligence, hard work, or the environment. "


    In the end, Xia Dongyang''s answer is very pessimistic. Wealth is really determined by the environment. Xia Dongyang finally admits that fighting spirit alone is powerless, and the environment without hope will obliterate the ideal in his heart.


    Xia Dongyang sighed: "in the case of great disparity between the strong and the weak, only the strong can be strong and occupy all the resources in the world. And the weak can only get weaker and weaker, more and more miserable.


    Fang Tianxing commented: "although all kinds of social problems and realities can not be solved at once, and there may not be a so-called perfect solution at all... As long as each of us think for them for a minute, there are always some ways to make the slums here better."


    "I''m willing to double the compensation for the demolition of slums, and then build some cheap resettlement houses in the same place for everyone to live in." Xia Dongyang said solemnly.


    "My previous commitment is still valid. You can get the help of Aojia, and the loan and financing enjoy the highest priority." Fang Tianxing nodded and said.


    Xia Dongyang''s face is full of shame. He didn''t understand why Fang Tianxing did it before. Now he finally understands the pain of the poor and the difficulty of life.


    "Now that I finally understand what you mean, I''d like to be your loyal reader." Xia Dongyang sincerely said to Tianxing.


    Xia Dongyang said this, a bright yellow light broke through the sky, inexplicable power blessing on Fang Tianxing, unexpectedly is the power of four level readers blessing. Fang Tianxing is very happy to get the blessing of a level 4 reader, and his own strength has made a qualitative leap.


    A streamer falls. Fang Tianxing catches it. It turns out it''s a monthly ticket. Fang Tianxing looks up at Xia Dongyang and says, "thank you."


    The monthly pass is the product of the reader''s blessing power. It can supplement the reader''s power consumed in the battle. It is equivalent to the spirit stone of the immortal cultivator, and its importance is unknown.


    "You''re welcome. That''s what I should do." Xia Dongyang said with a smile.


    Fang Tianxing is very happy to get a new loyal reader. But what makes her most happy is not this, but that Xia Dongyang is beginning to understand the situation of the poor.


    Back home, Xia Dongyang had a serious illness. The arm is full of poisonous sores, big and small. Traditional Chinese medicine says it''s too grumpy.


    Xia Dongyang later learned that the board room where he sojourned had not been lived for a long time. When I came to live with him, I cleaned it. The unspeakable smell of fermentation came from dead mice.


    Xia CHEYANG can understand poverty more and more. One day, her son asked her how to write the word "poor". Xia Dongyang was stunned for a long time. His son was born with a golden spoon. He studied in an aristocratic school. He was born a man who didn''t need to bear the hardships of life.


    Xia Dongyang explained to his son with one stroke: "the character" poor "is a room above and a body under the room. He has to bow his body and can''t stretch his body even when he sleeps."


    Xia Dongyang said that he had changed. In the past, what supported his business leader was to maximize the profits of enterprises, then pay taxes, and rely on the government to solve the life of the people at the bottom. It''s a big deal. I''ll write a check for charity or something.


    Now Xia Dongyang often talks to his friends that the free market is too dangerous. Why is the salary of a job completely determined by the market, rather than comprehensively measured from the perspective of people and the degree of hardship of the job itself. Such as cleaning the toilet, dirty and stinky work, but the lowest wage.


    He said he wanted to be a conscientious businessman. Friends think he has changed, so he lost many old friends and made many new friends.


    "It''s done. Let''s go tell granny Bai and Yu Hao. " Fang Tianxing said to Yang an and Aoxue.


    "Well, I''ll go with you." Ao Xue said happily.


    "I told you to go out to play before. If you don''t come, you will go as soon as Tianxing calls." Yang an whispered.