Chapter 6: 6

When Gao Xian casually talked to Qin Sumei about the scene of "money can make ghosts push the mill", the other party smiled and said, "Mr. Gao is rare. He will be used to it when he stays in Xiangjiang for another period of time."

"Yes, yes." a middle-aged man named Zhou yourong echoed: "don't say that firefighters have to collect money before they are willing to boil the water throat. I work hard to do a small business in Yau Ma Tei and have to pay protection fees to the police regularly."

The imperceptibly self controlled expression of the high chord facing the fire makes him "immigrant" unknowingly quickly establish prestige here, and attract those who helped to spontaneously gather together to form a small group, otherwise there will be no response to make complaints about the hot and noisy.

It has to be said that subconsciously, people like to hold together, especially at the current difficult juncture.

Gao Xian pondered a little. This is really the case in Xiangjiang. The Independent Commission against corruption has not been established, and the police force infiltrated by gray and black forces has been rotten. The "four sheriffs" described in old Hong Kong films are not the representatives of this period.

The topic soon turned back to how to deal with the fire. Gao Xian said with emotion: "look at the meaning, the fire can only wait for it to burn, and then it goes out. Hundreds of wooden houses are extinguished, and thousands of people have nothing. I don't know how much relief the government will give. Can I arrange a new residence?"

"I can't count on my new residence." he waved to his little son, who happened to be "picked up" by Gao Xian from the fire, to stop sticking to adults, and hurried to find his mother Zhou yourong, sighing: "Squatter areas with at least hundreds of thousands of people are all over the Xiangjiang River. Fires are on fire many times a year. It's just our turn to be unlucky this year. If the squatter areas were burned out and the Zhengfu would build resettlement buildings for the victims, Xiangjiang would have no squatter areas for a long time."

Seeing far more than the high string of the people at the bottom of this era, he disapproved and said: "no matter how limited the actual conditions are, it is the responsibility of the government to improve the social living conditions. Otherwise, there is no fairness and justice."

"How could the British be so dedicated? And the government has always been fully justified in explaining the financial tension," Zhou yourong, who clearly showed his respect for Gao Xian, said instead of more positive arguments: "The shortage of fresh water in the Xiangjiang River has been very serious in recent years. For this reason, the construction of the chuanwan reservoir has cost more than 500 million yuan; and the construction of the subsea tunnel this year will cost more than 300 million yuan. The priority of such large projects is much higher than the relocation of buildings."

"Even if the resettlement building is built, it may not be possible for everyone to live. It is inevitable to plug black money into the relationship." Qin Sumei then said: "it's better to save money by living in a wooden house. The tax paid can be several percent cheaper than the rent of the resettlement building."

"Indeed." Zhou yourong nodded. "I heard that the monthly rent of Huafu estate built on the cemetery is 90 yuan."

Listening to the people talking around, Gao Xian silently made a summary in his heart, that is: it's too painful to be a poor man in this world.

Gao Xianzheng looked at the eastern fish belly and thought. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, which frightened him and jumped up from the ground.

"What is it that exploded?" Zhou yourong hesitated. "It shouldn't be. Since the previous year, Zhengfu has banned firecrackers and fireworks during the new year's festival."

Among all kinds of words, another group of people in the distance suddenly made a mess. A voice shouted: "Asir, wronged, I really didn't hide dangerous goods. The oil barrel in the warehouse is empty. I forgot. I didn't think it would explode."

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! What are you doing? Do you want to attack the police?" another tough voice roared: "whether you are unjust or not, it's clear when you go to the police station."

"It's Liang Kai." Qin Sumei whispered, "it's estimated that he will be skinned this time."

Looking at the photographed reporter, Gao Xian nodded, "the police are so righteous that he can only seek blessings from himself."

Lu Renbao next to him said with a simple smile: "deserved it! Deserved it!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Qin Sumei scolded and sighed, "the common people are sad in this world! Liang Kai has nothing to say about filial piety. Just now I saw him looking for a place to stay warm and sheltered from the wind behind his mother. Once he was caught, there are old people and young people. It's hard to live!"

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At this time, Zhou yourong came up and asked, "sister Qin, do you want to buy the materials for the reconstruction of the wooden house together? We can buy more together. It's easy to bargain at that time."

"Yes, yes." Qin Sumei nodded repeatedly. "It's so cold this winter. We must restore the shelter as soon as possible."

Seeing the high string of this scene, he subconsciously touched his pocket and muttered in his heart: Although on the surface, a fire made these victims fall into the same situation of having nothing as himself, in fact, after all, they originally belong to the world and still have some savings, and their safe airborne self really has nothing.

This life is too difficult!

If you want to go to Hong Kong Island to find a job in the securities industry that arouses great interest, at least you have to find the fare. Even if you can walk to the wharf, you can't swim to Victoria port. The ferry to Hong Kong Island costs at least 10 cents.

Gao Xian, who had no place to tell about the depression of the hero, quietly left the crowd and walked around to alleviate the unspeakable "tragic" mood.

Gao Xian had to be convinced that even in this era, Xiangjiang's media is still very developed and can always see reporters in the crowd.

Finally, Gao Xian's eyes fell on a ghost who spoke so bad Cantonese that a few words of English came out from time to time.

"Hello, Mr. reporter, do you need timely and accurate news materials and thoughtful and meticulous translation services?" Gao Xian swaggered past and asked directly in English.

"Of course." the other party flashed a happy face, looked at the ragged high string, and asked suspiciously, "are you?"

"I came here to work yesterday, but I was very unlucky. I experienced the disaster myself." Gao Xian shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand and said, "Gao Xian, English name is David. Mr. reporter, what do you call you?"

"My English name is Alfred Cunningham," the man replied proudly as he shook hands with Gao Xian, "I also have a great Chinese name, funningham."

"Well, it's OK! These ghosts who come to the Xiangjiang River to fish for gold always like to give a very meaningful Chinese name as a cover." Gao Xian murmured to himself and directly put forward the conditions: "Funing'an, the fire happened so suddenly that I couldn't take precautions. Now I don't even have money to call and take a taxi. Do you think you can give me some cash reward for providing news materials for emergency rescue?"

"No problem, let's make friends." although funing'an imitated the sophisticated attitude of the East, it was a little funny, but he was still very happy to pay. He was stingy, only ten yuan.

Gao Xian played the shabby note and said sincerely, "funing'an, I provide English communication services throughout the process! Do you think my comprehensive quality is not as good as other interviewees you have contacted here?"

"The high-end interview really should match the corresponding treatment, but David, you should understand my situation. I was just punished by my boss to work in the Far East. I didn't make smooth progress here in Xiangjiang, so I was short of funds." Fu Ning'an, who kept complaining, handed in ten yuan, "this is my own."

"But I am very sure that the news materials I provide will certainly give you a different perspective to examine this event, and then clearly distinguish it from your peers on the scene." Gao Xian patiently enlightened, "isn't a unique and impressive report with rich connotation what you need?"

"David, don't lie to me." Fu Ning'an, who was deceived very much, put another thirty yuan in pain.

Gao Xian, who was still dissatisfied, sighed reluctantly, "well, let's talk for five minutes first."

"David, are you a lawyer charged by time?" Funian grabbed Gao Xian's arm a little nervously. "You have to make my fifty yuan worth it!"

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