Chapter 873 Discrimination from the Ming Dynasty (Fourth update, please subscribe)
What is the most real side?
The real side is that what is presented before their eyes is a slum. Compared with the prosperity on the other side, everything here is gray and white. The streets here are narrow, and even the ground is full of sewage. The sewage discharged from the houses and alleys flows freely on the streets. There are messy stalls on both sides of the street, where vendors are shouting in Spanish or Italian, and flies are biting the meat hanging on the stalls.
"Haha, see if I'm right, this is the real side!"
John said this with some excitement. He even picked up the camera excitedly and took pictures of people on the street. He finally found evidence to prove that Ming Dynasty was definitely not a paradise.
After taking a lot of photos with his camera, John arrived at a roadside pub. The dim room was filled with the pungent smell of cheap tobacco. Observing the guests in the pub, he sat at the bar and ordered a beer in stiff Spanish.
"British?"
Sandler looked at the two guests who had just come in curiously.
"American, my name is John, from New York."
"New York? I was there more than a decade ago. My name is Sandler."
John felt very good about meeting a white man who could speak English. He asked for a beer for the other party and then they started chatting. After chatting for a while, he looked back at the guests in the pub and said with some confusion.
"It seems like it should be working time now, why are there so many guests here?"
"Working hours?"
Sandler said in a tone full of sarcasm.
"You need to find a job,"
"It should be easy to find a job. I remember there seems to be an employment agency here. As long as you register, they will introduce you to a job."
Mark Twain said with a bit of puzzlement that when he was in the United States, he knew that the employment agency, an industry with a unique Ming Dynasty style, allowed many people to find jobs easily. "Employment agency?"
Sandler sneered.
"Yes, there are employment agencies, but the people there only speak Chinese. No one speaks Spanish. And if you don't speak Chinese, it's almost impossible to find a long-term job here. Even dock workers, who have to work hard, need to be able to understand Chinese. Otherwise, no one will hire you."
John became excited when he heard this, and asked a little excitedly.
"So, if you don't know Chinese, you won't be able to find a job?"
"Yes!"
Sandler took a big sip of beer and said with some annoyance.
"John, I used to be a journalist, a journalist in Buenos Aires, and there used to be six Spanish-language newspapers here, but now? None! They closed all the Spanish-language newspapers."
As soon as Sandler finished speaking, someone said.
"Mr. Sandler, it's not that they closed the newspaper, it's that no one was reporting and advertising, so the owner of the newspaper closed the newspaper."
"That's right, but why doesn't anyone put ads in the newspapers? John, because a large number of Chinese people have poured in here. They occupy everything here. Everything, as long as you can think of an industry, is filled with their presence. There are more and more Chinese people, and the ads in the newspapers are naturally targeted at them. Without the support of advertising, Spanish newspapers will naturally not be able to continue. Of course, it's not just that."
Perhaps because he hadn't talked about this with others for a long time, when Sandler mentioned all this, his tone was full of complaints. Of course, he had reason to complain. After all, once upon a time, he was a respected reporter, but now? He is just an unemployed middle-aged man, and even his wife left him.
"Now, in the entire Ming Empire, whether in the former Chile, Argentina or Paraguay, there is no Spanish school. The Ming people did not close those schools, but they required every teacher to obtain a teaching qualification, which requires passing the Mandarin test. My God, do you know how difficult it is to learn Mandarin?"
When talking about Chinese, Sandler is a little jealous of his friend Hidalgo, who used to be a poet and wrote many patriotic poems, but now he has become a clerk - different from a civil servant, it pays a lot less, but at least it is a very respectable job because he can not only speak, but also write Chinese.
"This is not the most important thing. The Ming Empire deliberately created a deadlock - all teachers must pass the teacher qualification examination before they can teach. This means that all Spanish-speaking teachers must pass the Mandarin examination to obtain teacher qualifications. Of course, they set up a three-year transition period, which is to give them three years to learn Chinese. At the same time? They used the compulsory education subsidy as an excuse. Only textbooks compiled in accordance with the Imperial Ministry of Education's teaching syllabus can enjoy the tax exemption for teaching books. Other books must pay taxes. In addition, they also require all schools to use textbooks that comply with the education syllabus, which means that Spanish books are not only expensive, but also cannot enter schools as legal textbooks. This is how they eliminated Spanish bit by bit."
Sandler complained as he drank a glass of wine in a depressed mood.
"What did this civilized country do? They destroyed everything here. Everything created by the Spaniards will be destroyed by them. Our fate may be the same as those Indians..."
Looking at Sandler who was drinking alone, John wrote down everything truthfully. Of course, he chose to ignore the last sentence. Then he asked many more questions. Sandler knew that he was a reporter from the United States, so he answered his questions one by one, and often exaggerated everything he knew.
"Woman, what are those damn Ming people doing? On the one hand, they don't hire Argentines, or provide us with good jobs, but on the other hand, they provide good and high-paying jobs for their own people. Their people live in gorgeous residential areas, but what about us? We can only live in such a hellhole. Women, especially those vain women, will abandon their children and marry Ming people..."
When talking about those women, Sandler once again thought of his beautiful wife, no, it should be his ex-wife. She divorced him after he lost his job and married a Ming countryman, who was just an ordinary tram driver, a worker.
"God can testify to how beautiful Buenos Aires used to be. But since it was occupied by the Ming people, everything has changed..."
"What does it matter if it's beautiful? It all doesn't exist anymore..."
A few drunks were complaining in dissatisfaction. They were reminiscing about their happy lives. It seemed that in their eyes, that era was happy, unlike now, when they could only survive like stray dogs...
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
