Chapter 1232 Progressive Youth in South America (First update, please subscribe)

This is the Ming Dynasty!

Yes, this is the Ming Dynasty!

Things that seem incredible and incomprehensible in other countries are understandable here and people are accustomed to them.

This is the ordinary lifestyle of the Ming people!

Every person who comes here for the first time will be surprised, impressed, fascinated and envious...

As the car drove along the street, Chavez looked at the city with admiration. Although he was only twenty-one years old, he had been to London, New York, Paris, and even Vienna and Berlin.

But none of them can compare to Yingtian.

Yingtian outside the car window was very beautiful, grand and tidy. It did not have the slums that are ubiquitous in European and American cities, nor was it overly gorgeous like Paris - in fact, it was a kind of gorgeousness that belonged to a minority of people.

“…The people living in this city are all very hard-working and capable. As long as they are given a little opportunity, they will create an era of prosperity and progress.”

Cisco said while driving the car and looking into the distance.

"Chavez, my friend, you will come into contact with many Chinese people in the future, and you will find that they all have a very distinctive characteristic, which may be the fundamental reason for the rise of the empire."

"What are the characteristics?"

Chavez wondered.

“Hardworking and smart!”

The world in 1885.

The Ming Empire is undoubtedly a beacon to the world.

This place is civilized and prosperous, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

But the prosperity here is inseparable from the hard work of the Chinese people. It can even be said that it is the hard work of the Chinese that has contributed to the prosperity of the empire. Without their hard work, there would be no industrial production in the Ming Dynasty. The production of the Ming Dynasty is growing, and the products of the Ming Dynasty are selling well in countries around the world.

"The current prosperity is not entirely dependent on overseas markets. In fact, Daming's largest market is domestic. Daming produces cars, bicycles, scooters, tractors, and consumer goods such as cameras, radios, and washing machines. Now they have begun to enter many ordinary people's homes..."

Chavez was surprised by his friend's words.

"Can ordinary people afford it? These things are expensive."

“Why can’t you afford it?”

Sikor asked back.

"However, only in the Ming Dynasty can everyone afford to consume those goods. All the people in the Ming Dynasty, I mean those with long-term employment contracts, whether they are workers or employees, can become members of the "Imperial Public Housing Plan". After paying the provident fund for one year, they can apply for a house through the "Public Housing Plan". They only need to pay a down payment ranging from 50 to 100 yuan, and then pay a rent ranging from 2 to 5 yuan depending on the size of the area. As long as they rent for ten years, the property rights will belong to them after ten years..."

When Sikos, the direct beneficiary, said all this, his words were obviously more convincing than what Chavez had seen in magazines in the past.

Although he had seen similar descriptions in magazines in the past, they were only words, but this? It was a living reality.

"As for medical care, you only need to pay a small amount of insurance money to get medical insurance, plus pension insurance. Chavez, they don't have to worry about retirement or housing. Why are they unwilling to consume when they have no worries at all? After all, their income is not bad..."

Listening to Cisco's introduction, Chavez was a little speechless. Long before coming to Ming Dynasty, he already had a basic understanding of this country, and it was even what he longed for. But after actually coming here, he was still surprised, because everything here was far beyond his imagination.

Finally, almost an hour later, Chavez arrived at Sikos' home, a residential complex in the southern suburbs of the city.

Sitting on the sofa in the bright living room, looking at the beautifully decorated room, Chavez took a while to adjust and spoke.

"Cousin, are you really just a worker?"

If it were in Venezuela, even many rich people might not be able to live in such a nice house.

"What?"

"Can workers live in such nice houses? Can they afford to drive cars?"

For a moment, Chavez even thought that this might be too unreal.

"Hey, my cousin!"

Sikos said, patting his cousin on the shoulder.

"If you can't understand, just think of it this way - this is Ming Dynasty!"

Yes, when you have something that you cannot understand, just add a sentence "This is the Ming Dynasty", and everything will be understandable.

After all, many people have always used "paradise on earth" to describe this place. If there is a paradise on earth, Ming Dynasty is it.

If you think in this way, all the things that you couldn't understand will naturally become clear.

For Chavez and many newcomers, the Ming Dynasty always brings them too many surprises and too much novelty.

That night, Chavez couldn't sleep peacefully. After all, this land had brought him too much shock.

In a few days, it will be Christmas.

Even though Buenos Aires has become Yingtian, it still retains some European traditions, such as Christmas and Carnival Night. Yingtian on Carnival Night is also a sea of ​​joy. Of course, unlike Europe and the United States, there is no snow everywhere, and the cars on the streets keep honking their horns.

On both sides of the street, tens of thousands of people were wandering aimlessly, happy people were wandering on the streets illuminated by colorful neon lights, people were throwing colored paper at each other, tooting horns, and blessing the people around them with hoarse voices, even if they were strangers.

At this time, all the unpleasant things disappear. Even for the Chinese, they don’t mind having fun with friends on such days. In fact, they are just partying together on the festival.

The so-called festival is just an excuse. If it is in Huizhou, people will even flock to the streets to enjoy the samba, which is so passionate that it is even a bit immoral.

Every year’s Carnival Night, New Year’s Day and the fifteenth day of the first lunar month are the busiest times in every city. Each city has its own characteristics. In fact, the busiest time is from the first day to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. During this half-month period, there is carnival almost every day, with the sound of firecrackers and beautiful fireworks blooming in the sky.

Squeezed in the crowd, Chavez looked around curiously. Now he was no different from ordinary tourists. He just wandered around the streets of Yingtian. When people bumped into him, he would unconsciously respond with a smile. He was full of curiosity about this country and he wanted to experience the differences of this country.

After finally squeezing through the dense crowd, he turned north. There were not so many people here. The fresh and pleasant evening breeze blowing from the sea made Chavez feel a bit of the summer comfort. December is the hottest season of the year.

On this day, everyone seemed very happy. But looking at them, Chavez suddenly felt a little heavy. He looked at those smiling people and thought a lot while standing on the roadside.

He thought of the people in Venezuela, who lived a completely different life from the people here, those kind people who endured all kinds of exploitation, endured...

Why are people here so happy?

Because... this is the Ming Dynasty!

But why are the people in Venezuela so miserable... Looking at the people around him, a thought echoed in Chavez's mind.

"I want to change all this injustice. Why can't it be changed? I must change it..."

If before coming to Ming Dynasty, Chavez was just longing for change, then now he is longing for more than just change in his heart.

In fact, many young people from South American countries like him have a certain yearning after coming to this land. The life they yearn for is right in front of them, but their country...

(End of this chapter)