Huang Fulai and hundreds of other officials from the Xucheng base city were all placed under house arrest the night they arrived at Haijing City.
They were placed in a simple hotel called the Regent Hotel on the grounds of temporary review.
Food and drinks are delivered by dedicated personnel.
But no one is allowed to leave their room.
No private contact with the outside world is allowed.
There is considerable controversy in public opinion about how to deal with these officials.
They are roughly divided into two factions.
One group believes that the Xucheng base city officials lost their city and land, which is extremely bad in nature and must be severely punished to serve as a warning to others.
The other group believes that the destruction of Xucheng was due to the ferocity of the star beasts and the unfavorable rescue efforts of the surrounding major base cities. However, the officials of the Xucheng base city have done their best within their capabilities and transferred 350,000
The citizens were successfully brought to Haijing City safely. This is a meritorious service and must be rewarded.
The two factions are at constant dispute.
There are all kinds of accusations and wars in public opinion.
Within a short period of time, it reached its climax.
The top floor of Regent Hotel.
Stand in front of the window.
Huang Fulai looked outside.
He saw that just across the street was the bustling Wanmao District.
The so-called Wanmao refers to free and duty-free trade among all countries.
Daxia allows countries, groups, tribes, and families from other continents and major administrative regions to station a specified number of troops in this area and set up various agencies.
The SLR forces stationed there have the right to move freely in all areas of Haijing City and conduct various commercial trades.
On the contrary, ordinary Daxia citizens are not allowed to enter it casually, otherwise they will be punished as invading the territory of other countries.
Only those compradors are entitled to come and go at will.
View from a high place.
You can clearly see the scene within the Wanmao District.
Various rare and precious trees transplanted at a high price are lush and lush, colorful and rare flowers, and the expensive waterscape garden with meandering water cups complement each other.
The scenery is beautiful, like a paradise.
Some Xia people, wearing special overalls, were sweating profusely pruning flowers and trees under the scorching sun.
They are diligent with their hands and feet, and they are watched by special personnel and do not dare to show any slightest care.
In the process of work, once you encounter a foreigner passing by, you must immediately stop what you are doing and bow your head to salute.
An elderly gardener was scolded by a passing blond woman because he was standing on the ladder and moved a little slowly.
He was knocked to the ground by his bodyguard and his head was bleeding.
The other Daxia workers on the side were too angry and dared not speak out, so they immediately apologized and begged for mercy...
Seeing this scene, Huang Fulai showed a look of pain.
Times are changing.
People are changing.
But some imaginations that have been shattered long ago are making a comeback in this era.
moment.
Huang Fulai opened his eyes again.
He looked toward the southwest direction of the street farther away.
On the other side in the southeast direction of Wanmao District is a dry river bed more than a thousand meters wide.
It is like a natural chasm that separates the beautiful and quiet Wanmao District from the slums in Seaview City.
Along the river on one side of the slum area, there is an iron mesh wall erected up to 20 meters high, and there are special garrison troops patrolling back and forth.
A river bed and an iron wall.
It seems like two worlds are separated.
The slum area is very large.
Most of the buildings inside are old houses from hundreds of years ago, which are tall residential buildings left over from many years ago.
Due to lack of maintenance, it is now in a dilapidated state.
Some have tilted and collapsed.
Some still stand stubbornly
With.
From a distance, it looks like it was abandoned
Ant hive and hive.
There is no electricity, water or running water in these old buildings...
The stairs were broken and the handrails were shattered.
The warriors at the bottom use Qinggong to climb up and live in it.
Even so, there are still children and elderly people living inside.
After being sent to a high floor by their families, they could no longer go down and could only survive on the food brought to them by the hard work of the young people at home.
There isn't much green to be seen in the ghetto.
Reinforced concrete and gray are the main theme.
Countless Daxia people, like a crowded ant colony, live tenaciously and diligently inside.
Every morning, through hundreds of gates to the west of the slum, people leave the slum like a flood and go to work and earn a living in various areas of Haijing City.
At night, like a rising tide, I come back to live here again.
Huang Fulai saw from a distance a long queue outside the slum.
The refugees from Xucheng who struggled to enter the city last night were now queuing up to enter this slum area after registering and undergoing numerous identity checks.
They will be placed here forever.
It is said to be a resettlement, but in fact it is an exile.
In the eyes of those in power, they could not create much value and could only be sucked by their blood, just like sheep being raised in captivity, each one being driven into the poor.
Huang Fulai's heart ached faintly.
Because he knows very well that for many refugees in Xucheng who have completely gone bankrupt, even in slums, it is difficult to buy real estate, find a job, and even find a foothold.
After experiencing desperate hardships in the wilderness and countless hardships before arriving at Haijing City, what awaited them was not a safe and stable life.
But more cruel oppression.
When the last drop of blood is sucked out of their bodies, death awaits them.
Huang Fulai had never heard of the gangsters in Haijing City before.
The current state of chaos and corruption.
When I saw it with my own eyes, my heart was as sharp as a knife.
Huang Fulai, who was standing in front of the window, closed his eyes in pain.
He wants to change everything.
But there is no way to change it.
Now he himself is behind bars.
Huang Fulai thought of the young man in black.
The young man's clear and indifferent eyes appeared in his mind.
"sorry."
He clenched his fists and murmured to himself with a bitter smile, "I still want to disappoint you, I can't do it."
A small hotel cannot trap a strong person in the Five Spirit Realm.
But he trapped him in the Five Spirit Realm.
Since last night, since entering the station, Huang Fulai has written twenty-eight letters and submitted thirty-six investigation reports, describing in detail the causes and consequences of the fall of Xucheng Base City.
But all the mud cows fell into the sea without any ripples.
He appealed several times and wanted to see the Chief Executive.
But they were all told that they needed to wait.
wait.
When?
he does not know.
What he was worried about was that he would die here silently.
Death is not terrible.
The terrible thing is that death is worthless.
The terrible thing is that the death is unclear.
Dong Dong.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Then the door was pushed open.
A tall and straight figure walked quickly into the room.
Huang Fulai turned around and took a closer look. An uncontrollable smile and surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
"How did you come?"
He hurried forward to meet him.
The visitor had a hearty smile on his face and laughed, "You are in such a difficult situation, how could I not come? I still remember clearly what I said back then. I am here to fulfill my promise."
This chapter has been completed!