Chapter 69 Level 3 Resettlement Area
For the convenience of management, the first, second and third level resettlement housing areas in the base are separated by walls.
The base has set up checkpoints in several specific locations and arranged police guarding them. You need to swipe the fire card to pass.
The base has regulations that, under normal circumstances, high-level fire cards can freely pass through low-level resettlement areas, but low-level fire cards cannot enter high-level resettlement areas.
On the one hand, the base is to ensure the safety of high-level resettlement areas.
Those who can live in high-level resettlement areas have important identities. They include leaders, experts, wealthy people, and so on.
Those living in low-level resettlement areas are basically ordinary refugees, penniless, without food and without a life.
Those at the top of the pyramid are afraid of being coveted by those below, so of course they have to guard against it strictly and have a strict hierarchy.
On the other hand, people are not troubled by scarcity but by inequality.
Although the base ensures basic living conditions for lower-class refugees, the configurations of resettlement housing at different levels vary greatly.
For example, the second and third level resettlement housing are both 30 square meters.
The second-level room is suitable for one person to live in, and has an independent bathroom and kitchen, so one can solve daily problems without leaving the house and not be disturbed by others.
The same room on the third level has to accommodate 30 people, and the toilet and sink are shared, with no privacy at all.
There is not even a place to store personal belongings. If you go out to use the toilet, even the bedding on your bed may be rolled away.
If people living in the third-level resettlement areas have no idea what the first- and second-level resettlement areas are like from the beginning to the end, they will not complain.
After all, how can a frog in a well complain? They will just like a donkey pulling a millstone, carrying the load forward day after day.
But if they are all mixed together without regional management, who, having seen high-grade resettlement housing, would willingly want to go back to live in that pigsty cage?
That would cause huge chaos!
The top brass at the base fears riots the most. After all, in terms of numbers alone, the population living in the third-level areas accounts for 70% of the total population of the base.
As the base gradually expands, the third-level area will only get bigger, while the first and second-level areas will remain fixed and will not increase.
Mu Jiu swiped his card and entered the third-level resettlement area, and a sense of familiarity instantly came over him.
Because there are no commercial companies in the third-level resettlement areas, the first floors of all the buildings here have been made into small storefronts facing the street.
At the price of 10 points per month, the government rents it out to refugees who want to do business as a place for trading materials.
It can probably be equated to the official market within the base.
But the difference from the original market is that in addition to objects, you can also sell handicrafts here.
For example, beauty massage, traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture and so on.
The barefoot Chinese medicine practitioner who saved Mu Jiu’s life in the previous life, Sister Li, also owns a store in the market at the base.
Mu Jiu walked in that direction based on his memory, and soon he stood at a familiar street corner.
But the environment here is really chaotic. At this moment, a group of people are surrounding the boss at the intersection, and it sounds like they are fighting.
Mu Jiu was too lazy to watch the fun and walked straight towards Sister Li's store.
But at this moment the store door was wide open and there was no one in the store.
Mu Jiu asked the uncle in the store next door, "Excuse me, where is the owner of this store?"
The uncle looked her up and down while holding a small hand warmer. She was wearing an orange one-piece winter suit and high-top hiking boots. She looked very expensive!
So the uncle didn't want to answer her question, and asked instead: "Who are you? You're not from our side, are you?"
Mu Jiu pursed his lips, reached out from his pocket and took out a small bag of Oreo cookies and handed it over, "I'm here to see Sister Li for medical treatment."
This kind of biscuits is a local brand of the United States. I bought a lot of them when I raided warehouse supermarkets.
This thing is also very popular in China. It has high calories, sugar and fat content, but most importantly, it can fill you up.
The uncle glanced at the biscuit, couldn't help swallowing, took the biscuit very awkwardly, and then pouted towards the intersection.
"That's not it! But if you want to see a doctor, it's probably impossible today. Come back another day.
Those officials are inhumane. The regional director of the base is just a gangster in my opinion.
Obviously everyone has paid the shop rent, but now they have to make everyone pay protection fees and tea fees.
They are all small businesses, how can they have so many points to hand over!
If you don’t hand it in, you’ll be beaten, and then you’ll be chased away. It’s like there’s no law around, and no one from the government comes to take care of it…”
Mu Jiu stopped listening to the uncle's nagging complaints and rushed towards the crowd opposite.
Mu Jiu had heard Sister Li mention the unspoken rules of opening a shop.
But at that time she said it so calmly, saying everything was under control and she thought it was no big deal, but it turned out to be so serious.
But when Mu Jiu rushed into the crowd, what he saw was not Sister Li, but a young man.
At this moment, he was being beaten by five or six men in uniform, using sticks, fists and feet, making the man scream and shout.
The young man could only curl up in a ball, enduring and waiting for these people to finish venting...
Mu Jiu asked the auntie who was watching the fun nearby uncertainly, "Is this person the owner of the Chinese medicine store?"
The aunt next to her frowned and whispered, "The boss is a woman, and she was just taken away by that group of people.
The man being beaten on the ground was the woman’s younger brother. He refused to let them take his sister away, so he was beaten up.
In the end, my sister was still taken away..."
Brother? In his previous life, when Mu Jiu met Sister Li, she was alone and never mentioned her brother.
Could it be... that her brother died long ago?
Thinking of this, Mu Jiu couldn't help but look at the young man who was beaten to the point of vomiting blood on the ground. If he continued like this, he might really die here.
In her previous life, even though Sister Li was living in difficulty, she was kind enough to save the seriously ill Mu Jiu.
It would probably be difficult for her to repay Sister Li for saving her life.
Love the people you love and love your dog. Even a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring, let alone the kindness of saving your life.
Then, the onlookers saw a bright orange figure rushing into the chaos.
With a hand wearing a brown leather glove, he grabbed the thick wooden stick that was about to hit the young man's head on the ground, and easily threw the man to the ground.
The man who was thrown away fell flat on his face and couldn't stand up. He shouted and cursed fiercely:
"Nimma! Who is the blind man who dares to attack me? I don't want to stay here anymore! Hiss——"
The other few people who were beating people also stopped and stared at the woman who suddenly appeared with vigilance.
"It's cold, and bones are brittle. A hit on the head can kill you."
Mu Jiu patted the non-existent dust off his gloves and spoke slowly.
"Who are you, little girl? How dare you teach your grandfather a lesson here? Do you want to die?"
One of the men who beat the woman pointed his finger at Mu Jiu, trying to overwhelm her with his momentum.
The next second, his outstretched finger was pinched by Mu Jiumeng and bent upwards, with a crisp sound!
He didn't even have the chance to pull his hand back, and a sharp pain pierced his heart...
"Didn't your grandfather tell you that it's impolite to point at people when talking?"
After Mu Jiu finished speaking, he pushed people forward, and Brother Broken Finger pressed directly towards Brother Pidun, and gave the eldest brother who couldn't stand up a heavy blow.
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