Chapter 68 Victoria's Careful Selection: America is not big,...
America is neither big nor small. The temperature is different in different places. It was winter when the male protagonist was a homeless person.
The weather was cold and he had no money, so the male protagonist could only follow other homeless people and rummage through trash cans.
Before he could find anything useful, he was discovered by a homeless man who asked him to go somewhere else. The trash can in this area was his.
It was so cold at night that we had to sleep on the sewer.
In winter, everyone uses hot water, and the temperature at the sewer outlet is relatively hot.
Fortunately, the next day, he found a wild tent, and its previous owner was dead in the tent.
It was also here that he met more homeless people and learned how to be a qualified homeless person.
He also asked about the fascinating legends he had heard in his country.
"A house? Oh, of course."
A bearded homeless man pointed to a shabby-looking house not far from their tent.
"You can move in anytime if you want."
Looking at the house, and then looking at their tent which couldn't withstand the cold at all, the male protagonist wondered why he didn't live there.
"If you live in that house long enough, the house will belong to you." This is simply too good to be true. The male protagonist was excited. Those people did not lie to him!
"After that, you will need to pay housing insurance and property taxes every year. That house will cost about $20,000 a year. Who knows."
"Isn't that house mine? Why should I pay for it?"
"Wow, that's a good question, I didn't know." The homeless man smiled sarcastically.
"Then I'll stay for a few days."
"Of course you can, as long as the owner of the house doesn't come back. Otherwise, you have to be careful! You can shoot if you break into someone's house."
Of course there is free food, but you have to wait for it to be distributed by kind-hearted people and be well-informed, otherwise by the time you get it, there will be nothing left.
Of course there is free medical care, but it is best if you can hold on until you see a doctor without being cured or dying.
"Oh, there's another good one. If you really want to make money, I know that a pharmaceutical company is recruiting experimental personnel recently. Food and accommodation are provided."
The male protagonist is still self-aware: "As an experimenter, I can't go as someone without any identity or education."
"Hey, brother, it's just taking medicine, anyone can do it. Those new medicines they make have to be proven safe after being taken by others before they can be used by rich people."
Wow, this is just a mouse, and an experimenter at the same time. That’s quite a sophisticated statement.
During his wandering, the hero saw that for an ordinary person, the American Dream was simply out of reach and had nothing to do with them.
No one cares about poor people unless they want to get something from them.
He recalled that he was able to get into university because the country had put a lot of effort into education, so that village kids like him could go to school.
Why does the country try so hard to make them study? The male protagonist is very confused.
He also met a black woman in the homeless group. She spoke very fast. She had just sneaked across the US-Mexico border in pursuit of a better life.
In her opinion, her wandering was just a transition. She would soon find a job, then find an American man and stay in America forever.
Unfortunately, her dream was completely shattered one night.
While picking up trash at night, she was hit by a car, run over repeatedly, and eventually died.
The male protagonist saw with his own eyes that there were two chubby policemen not far away. They only ran over slowly after everything became quiet. Maybe they couldn't run fast.
Two young men got out of the car, one white and one Chinese.
The police took them away, and within a few days, the two continued to race on the street.
This young Chinese man is the son of another protagonist. The second male lead’s family used to be a big capitalist. In 1950, they fled to America with all the gold, silver and jewelry in their family.
His son, who never studied, successfully entered a prestigious university thanks to his donation.
It doesn't matter if someone is killed. Just spend a little more money to clear the blockage. This amount of money is nothing.
As for himself, the older people get, the more they fear death and illness. The feeling of lying in bed helplessly is really painful.
Fortunately, most problems can be solved with money.
By spending money, he successfully broke into the periphery of the mysterious organization in America, and it was also in this periphery that he learned a lot of things.
Including how to stay youthful and healthy.
In fact, it is similar to the pursuit of immortality by kings and nobles in ancient times, such as blood transfusion and organ transplant. Modern medicine is more advanced and safer in this regard.
He also personally watched an operation to replace a kidney for a small wealthy man.
The person the rich man wants to have a kidney transplant from seems to be a young Chinese homeless man who has sneaked in. The doctor said that his kidneys would be better and would not be contaminated by so many drugs.
Under normal circumstances, a kidney transplant will not kill a person. After all, people have two kidneys, and if one is missing, the person can generally still survive, but living will be more difficult.
But these things they did could not be made public, so no matter which organ of his body was used, he had to die.
The organization members were also very happy to hear that he was in relatively good health and free of excessive pollution.
"I want his other kidney."
"I want his skin. I want to study it carefully. How do they manage to look so young forever? It's incredible."
When the second male lead heard this group of people dividing up one person, he felt that it was a great decision for him to come to America.
In his own country, even if he had money, he couldn't be so carefree. Of course, he had to come to the capitalist society where the rich can really do whatever they want.
And this unlucky guy is the male protagonist.
He felt he had seen through America and thought about finding an opportunity to smuggle back. But before he could implement his plan, he was knocked unconscious by a group of gang members one night.
After waking up, I felt severe pain in my waist area, and I felt weak and groggy.
There was a bright light above his head, and it took him a while to see a group of doctors surrounding him.
"I'm a homeless man and I have no money." Disclaimer: He would not pay for his medical treatment and he did not ask them to help him.
The doctor didn't say anything and just kept performing the operation.
There was a blood vessel connected to his arm. He originally thought it was a transfusion tube, but later found out it was an outflow tube. Someone was holding a wine glass and waiting to drink.
The reason why he was kept awake was that when a person is awake, blood circulation is faster, making blood collection more convenient. At the same time, for people who like to drink blood, they feel that active blood is better than dead blood.
The male protagonist felt that the hell in "Journey to the West" that he had seen before, Lion Camel Ridge, was not as scary as this place.
If Wu Cheng'en had come here, the horror atmosphere of "Journey to the West" might have been greatly enhanced.
When she finished writing, Li Daohua felt refreshed. She even gave the pig a role in the story. She is a good person.
As someone who has been to America, Ouyang Yuan said quietly, "So, during our time in America, what we experienced was already better than the lives of many ordinary people in America?"
"Of course. What else do you think? With my income and social status, I am at least considered middle class in America."
Thinking back to his life in America, if Li Daohua hadn't taken him to Chinatown for dinner every day, the food in the hotel would have been...
Before, the food in the school cafeteria was better than that in the hotel. There were both meat and vegetarian dishes, as well as vegetables and soup.
"Is this really the life of the lower class in America, or even most ordinary people? Do they just live in such hardship?"
Regarding what Li Daohua wrote, Ouyang Yuan felt that compared with them, how could he sleep well at his age? He should pack up quickly and not go to sleep until he drives the car fleet across the country within a year.
According to what he saw from some public intellectuals in China, Americans pay more attention to the quality of life, work eight hours a day, have two days off a week, live a leisurely life, and can get whatever they want and buy whatever they want.
Although the country has been moving in this direction, unfortunately, the country is in a difficult situation now and cannot compare with foreign countries in many areas.
According to public intellectuals, the common people in the country live in dire straits every day. They have nothing to do except hard work and endure hardships. The common people only know how to endure and have no idea how to fight for their rightful rights.
In Li Daohua's writing, Ouyang Yuan felt that the American people were simply replicas of the hardworking and simple slaves of the old times.
He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Americans were so hardworking and patient. Those who had fought in wars knew it. Li Sanzhu had told them that American soldiers could not endure hardship at all and were very pampered.
From this we can conclude that the American people must be spoiled, and those white people cannot endure hardship.
"Look at you. You don't trust anyone, but you have to trust Victoria's strict selection. The people on that continent have gone through various diseases and oppressions, and have been selected and eliminated layer by layer to remain with the best genes that can endure hardships. Those who can't endure hardships have long lost their genes."
It was the opposite of Tian Gang. Ouyang Yuan felt his head was a little itchy. He scratched it, but it seemed useless.
"I'm going to take a shower. I think I need to calm down."
Seeing him like this, Li Daohua was very satisfied. She thought back then, she had the same feeling. It was like the sky was falling. The traditional Chinese virtues in her were actually being taken away by others.
They actually have a will of steel.
When this manuscript was sent to People's Literature, I was very happy at first, thinking that Li Daohua had finally resumed his high productivity. The editor, who was working to benefit everyone, felt dazed after reading the manuscript.
After repeatedly confirming that this was Li Daohua's manuscript, he even called Li Daohua to confirm. He was worried that someone was playing a prank on him, or that he was careless and mixed up the manuscripts...
"Yes, it's me. That's right, 'I Die Here' is a pure expression of my true feelings. Do you believe them, who have never been abroad, or do you believe me?"
I don't believe any of you.
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