The slum is quite large, probably the largest slum in the area, with multi-story buildings of varying heights, as well as some migrant worker dormitories and flat-roofed tile-roofed houses.
It's completely different from the world less than 500 meters away.
The people here seem mercenary and rude, and none of them have kind eyes.
When a car passes by, people will stare at it for a long time, as if looking at a rare and strange object.
Perhaps in their world, cars belong to the wealthy.
They were gossiping about whose relative had made money and gone home.
If you have time, you can join in the fun.
Tang Yaoyao followed the madman all the way until she arrived at the slum and saw the people living there.
To avoid alerting them, the car was parked at the archway entrance, but the driver did not go in.
"Young Miss."
Jiang Ci didn't want Tang Yaoyao to get involved, so she called out to her.
After all, such places are dirty and chaotic, and who knows what might be going on inside.
There are reasons why some places are poor.
Too lazy, lacking in quality and education.
There are differences between them and others.
"It's alright, let's go in."
Tang Yaoyao put on sunglasses. She had spent too much time searching for clues, and she didn't want to miss any detail.
Suddenly, a very wealthy-looking VIP arrived in the slum. Looking at Tang Yaoyao's demeanor, she was clearly not ordinary.
The man's gaze was too intense, while the woman's gaze was filled with jealousy and envy.
This is the gap between the rich and the poor.
Tang Yaoyao looked at the housewife and asked, "What was the name of that madman just now?"
The housewife rolled her eyes at Tang Yaoyao, her tone impatient: "Who are you? Why should I tell you..."
Tang Yaoyao didn't want to waste words with her, so she simply took out a stack of money and placed it in front of her.
The housewife's eyes gleamed with excitement, and she took the money with a smile. She chuckled and said, "He's a madman. He's been living in that little house in the back for a long time. What's his name? I think it's something like... Ah-Qiang."
"Girl, I can tell you're a wealthy person. You'd better not go looking for bad luck. That madman is unlucky. Running into him will never bring you good fortune. I heard he's cursed your father to death and is going to curse your mother to death too. Tsk tsk tsk, why doesn't he just die!"
The housewife spoke viciously, as if she was afraid the madman would cause trouble for them.
"Alright, shut up and have some decency!" Tang Yaoyao found the housewife's face truly disgusting.
The housewife pursed her lips, but kept quiet because Tang Yaoyao had given her money.
After Tang Yaoyao left with Jiang Ci and the others, the housewife grumbled again, "So what if she has a little money? What's so great about that!"
He put his hands on his hips, stuffed the money into his pocket, and walked away sheepishly.
The madman stopped in front of his own house, a tiled house of less than 20 square meters.
The exterior is covered with tiles, but over the years, many tiles have fallen off.
Other places were blackened and filthy by the fire, located in even more difficult areas of the slums.
The madman, holding a bouquet of flowers, grinned and shouted, "Mom, I'm back! Look what I brought you!"
"Flower!"
The madman had just opened the door, intending to offer the flowers to his mother, when a bowl was thrown at him: "You madman, I'm not your mother, don't call me Mom!"
"Mom." The madwoman stood at the door, looking somewhat aggrieved.
"How's it going? Have you done what I told you to do? Don't mess up my plans. If you don't, we'll all starve!" The woman inside yelled at the madman in a harsh tone.
"Okay, I've listened to Mom. I did everything. It was a fun game, and I had a lot of fun. Mom, are there any other games like this? Thrilling and exciting!"
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