Chapter 40 (1/2)

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.