Chapter 118 Travel Experience No matter what he thought in his heart, now... No matter what he thought in his heart, now there are so many people, including many ladies, the male editor whose arm was held still withdrew his arm awkwardly.
The editor present silently noted this episode, material +1.
Some people also took photos. When they took photos of women, they asked for money. You have to pay to take photos. She wouldn't let you leave if you don't pay. The first thing she asked for was ten dollars. It was obviously extortion.
The editor was not willing to pay. Ten US dollars was forty RMB, and his monthly salary was only eighty RMB.
The medicine that Li Daohua mentioned, and the simple editor asked what medicine it was?
"Drugs. If it was daytime, you would have probably seen the needle marks on her arm."
The editors were so frightened that they dared not speak. Next they saw the interior of the casino, which was even more luxurious, with gold and glittering everything, which soon made them forget the unpleasantness at the door.
The coming and going of people and the various ways of gambling make people linger.
Even though it was late at night, these people were not sleepy at all. Some of them were eager to try and asked the translator how the gambling was conducted here and where the chips in those people's hands came from.
Li Daohua told them clearly that they were only allowed to visit and not to participate.
"Every day there are people here who go completely bankrupt and take out loans because of gambling."
The darkness hides many of the ugliness of Las Vegas, leaving only the glamour and splendor to be seen.
A round of gambling involving tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars can easily make people who come here for the first time confused.
Pornography, gambling and drugs are inseparable, and they are perfectly presented in this place.
Li Daohua looked for a long time and finally found an unlucky guy. He was one of the people who went bankrupt tonight.
She motioned for the editors to look at the gambling table. The man was penniless, but still unwilling to leave the table.
The casino "kindly" provided him with a loan service, and the collateral was his kidney.
“Can this also be mortgaged?” They had only heard that some people would bet their arms or something like that when they were desperate, but these things were useless to the casino, so of course they didn’t want them to do that, and would usually just throw them away.
"Medical care in America is very advanced. For organ transplantation, you need organs." The words were spoken in a low voice, but they made people shudder.
Those who originally wanted to gamble secretly felt their waists to determine whether it was worth it.
As the unlucky guy, he eventually lost his kidney and was dragged away by casino security personnel.
The people present either ignored him directly or looked at the shouting man with an expression of watching the fun.
"Welcome to America, as long as you have money, this is paradise!"
Even though no one felt sleepy at all, Li Daohua still took them to stay in the hotel here, and they didn't have to spend any extra money on anything in the hotel.
Ian is considered a big customer here, and big customers are always different, and so are his friends.
They didn’t have lunch until noon the next day, and after lunch, they were going to explore Las Vegas during the day.
The not-so-bustling streets are filled with homeless people and drug addicts, both men and women.
The streets are filthy, these are places that people who come here to play will never come to, and the people here live like zombies.
Some people left a trail of stains behind them as they walked. Local translators told them that many drug addicts cannot control their bodies, and incontinence is very common. Those who have some money will choose to wear diapers.
"What is that?" The editor and translator were stunned, and the translator was thinking about how to explain it to them.
"Disposable diapers, worn like underwear."
Las Vegas during the day made the editors feel like they were in a fake America, but it was definitely real.
In addition to Las Vegas, they went to the hospital specifically to make an appointment with the translator, and after the appointment was made, they were taken to the so-called public hospital.
"Is it free?"
"Of course it's not free. I bought medical insurance, which will reimburse part of it, but only a small part, because I don't have the money to buy more expensive and comprehensive medical insurance."
The translator recently had a headache and some back pain. After listening to his condition, the doctor at the public hospital prescribed him some painkillers.
"What does this cure?"
"It's for pain relief."
"It can cure both backache and headache? What kind of magic medicine is this?" The editor was very curious. Isn't it said that America has highly developed medical care? It's not surprising that there is a medicine that can cure all diseases.
"Ibuprofen, which can also be bought in China, only relieves pain, not cures diseases."
"What kind of doctor is this! I want to argue with him!" They were filled with righteous indignation, and the translator was almost scared to death, so he quickly asked them to leave.
Only when he left the hospital did he say, with lingering fear, "If you argue with the doctor in the hospital, I will also have to pay for the doctor's mental distress."
The editors were confused. What the hell was this? Isn't this just stealing?
"Doctors in public hospitals are all like this. They don't have the medical skills or the time. If you want better medical services, you have to go to a private hospital, but the prices there are much more expensive than in a public hospital, and there is no reimbursement."
They also went to the private hospital, which was indeed much better than the public hospital. As soon as they entered, there were handsome and beautiful medical staff to accompany them throughout the whole process, and the doctor's examination was also very detailed.
Correspondingly, the price is even more attractive. If it weren’t for the reimbursement from their magazine, the translators would never go to private hospitals for treatment.
"In fact, painkillers are also very effective. At least with painkillers, I won't go bankrupt and I can continue to live."
The editors seized every opportunity to record what they saw and heard, and there were also voices in the country calling for comprehensive learning from the West.
After the reform and opening up, some places tasted the sweetness of the market economy and wanted to introduce the market economy in various fields, to compete, to rob and to bring about changes.
But when they came to America and saw private hospitals, they realized that once the hospitals were open to private ownership, bad money would inevitably drive out good money, and ultimately ordinary people would not be able to afford medical treatment.
This is not alarmist. There was once a city in China that sold its public hospital. The medical costs for residents there increased significantly, and they later had to go to the neighboring city for medical treatment.
Once a public hospital is sold, it cannot be bought back even if the price is increased. Rebuilding a public hospital requires not only money, but also time and the trust of citizens.
Those who advocate for the privatization of medical care are either stupid or bad, or a combination of the two.
Private prisons are even more outrageous. They are just visiting as ordinary tourists, not media or in official capacity.
The prison is naturally not too pretentious, it is comparable to a canned cell, with the number of prison guards and living standards compressed to the extreme.
The prisoners in the prison have no fear of the prison guards. Even in the company of the prison guards, they will still be subject to various teasing and provocations.
The prison guards would also remind them to stay away from the prison gates, as bad things could happen if they were caught by these prisoners.
Most of the people held in private prisons at this time are less serious criminals, and there are quite a few of them.
The prison administrators also proudly introduced that the prisoners in their prison are also very caring and will donate blood regularly to contribute to their return to society.
Regarding this point, the editors feel that this private prison is very good at socialization education and needs to be learned by the domestic community.
There are labor camps in the country now. People need to work in prison, which is a form of labor reform.
At that time, prisons did not have many educational methods, and they could not pay much attention to the mental health of prisoners. Regular lectures were the best education.
Unlike later, not only do we have time to watch TV every day, but we also have time to learn culture and technology...
“Is there any reward for donating blood?”
"Of course, we will provide prisoners with different amounts of money based on how much blood they donate, and this money can also be used in prison."
The editors were confused. Isn't this just selling blood? Why did you make it sound so grand before?
I was thinking about studying just now, but now I am re-writing a critical article. Criminals cannot sell blood. If you dare to sell blood now, I can’t imagine what you will sell in the future.
And this is a prison. Even if the criminals are said to be here voluntarily, do you think they will believe it?
What the editors didn't expect was that their idea was correct. More than 30 years later, American congressmen formally proposed that criminals could get their sentences reduced by selling blood and organs.
Everyone knows that when something is brought to the surface, it usually has been going on for a long time, but it is only now mature enough to be put on the table.
Seven days of intensive travel left the editorial staff exhausted both physically and mentally; poverty really limited their imagination.
Li Daohua still felt sorry for them, so after they had seen many bad things, she gave everyone a day off. Their main agenda for the day was to shop in the big supermarket.
There is no supermarket as big as America's in China. The variety of things inside is even more dazzling than in China, which instantly makes everyone feel much happier.
Everyone can find what they want here, and everyone will be reluctant to leave.
The electrical appliances here are of better quality and cheaper than those in China. When they came out, they already knew that this situation would happen, and they know the most about the big reconciliation.
So everyone came here with a mission, and almost all of their family savings were exchanged into US dollars just to buy things back from here.
Seeing the novel shopping cart, they just felt that they didn’t have enough money to buy everything here.
Even after buying what they need and calculating, they have almost spent all their money, but they still wander around the supermarket.
A female editor reluctantly put down a small music box decoration and turned the corner to see Tiandi Bank. She was so scared that she stepped back and repeatedly confirmed that she was not seeing things.
When will Tiandi Bank be able to manage America? It seems that someone really bought it.
The editor secretly looked at it for a while, and after confirming that someone had bought it, he went to find the translator to ask about the reputation of this product in America.
In China, people's current attitude towards this kind of thing is to keep it to themselves, and these things are feudal remnants.
After asking the editor, they were all fascinated. This kind of thing can flourish inside the country and be famous outside the country. It must be worth reporting on it.
Good days are always short-lived, and soon it was time for them to go back. Everyone boarded the plane with their bags, ready to share their experiences and continue to open the eyes of their countrymen to the world.
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