It's hard to imagine that there is a dirtier place in the world than here.
In a slum in New Delhi, Singh got up in the morning and came down from the rickety attic with a toothbrush and a toothbrush. He turned a blind eye to his mother and sister who had already begun a hard day, and walked to the cesspool outside the door.
After scooping a glass of water into the tank, I squatted by the cesspit and started brushing my teeth.
The narrow path in front of the door was full of people. A tricycle loaded with goods as tall as a person was struggling to move forward on the bumpy path that looked like the surface of the moon. Among the women pushing behind with bare feet was a young girl. Singer stared at her.
He looked at her waist and hips with great concentration, his eyes dark, like a hungry wolf assessing its prey.
Amidst the sound of rushing, a fat and muscular man with his upper body naked was solving physical problems on the wall nearby. While yawning, he rubbed his eyes with his black hands, picked off a ball of eye droppings, and wiped it on the dirty
On the dirty pants.
The pungent odor that stung his eyes forced Singer to finish cleaning up his personal hygiene. He rinsed his toothbrush and toothbrush in the water tank, regardless of whether it was the family's domestic water or whether his sister had woken up early from far away.
Get back the facts.
In the cramped and narrow shack, the blind grandma was doing her daily homework - scolding Singh's mother, saying that she was slow and delayed in leaving the stall.
Singer's mother accepted the situation and quietly packed up the tools for making flying pancakes. She took her daughter, who was also silent, and went out with a heavy bow on her back.
"Hey, put on the hijab!" Singer reminded his sister in a rare act of kindness.
The younger sister hurriedly agreed, taking off the scarf and wrapping it around her face.
Singer curled his lips. Grandma had already scolded her daughter-in-law for how shabby her original dowry was. It seemed that the family's difficulties were all because the dowry was not generous enough.
Singer was in no mood to pay attention to the old man. He absentmindedly ate the breakfast prepared by his mother, stirred the Huanghuhu curry with his left hand, spread it evenly on the still hot pancake, took a big bite, and sighed comfortably.
.
——This taste is really... the hardest food in the world!
After a delicious breakfast, Singh was thinking about where to spend his time today, when someone called his name outside.
The visitor was a well-dressed young man with fair skin and fashionable clothes, especially a pair of black leather shoes that were shiny and spotless. He stepped carefully and tried his best to avoid the filth everywhere.
"Master Azim!" When Singh saw him, he put on a charming smile and stepped forward to greet him. "Why are you here in person?"
Achim said: "There is a big deal today, 1,000 rupees, settled daily."
"I'll do it!" Singer agreed, patting his chest without asking what he was doing.
Achim tilted his head, and Singer followed him to another door.
Call out a young man who is similar to Singer and say the same thing, and you will have an additional follower.
After a while, there were more than a dozen followers behind Achim, walking swaggeringly through the city towards the main road outside the slum as if there was no one around.
Across the street, there are two worlds.
Traffic is busy, pedestrians are weaving, skyscrapers and low shacks complement each other, luxurious specialty stores coexist harmoniously with small vendors sitting on the ground to solicit business. There are rules on the road, but they are not traffic lights and traffic regulations, but long-pressed cars.
Horns and blaring car bells.
Three-wheeled trucks and taxis were everywhere, tattered Altos were running rampant, and rickshaws were used to haul goods and carry people. It was not enough for the riders to shake their bells, but they also had to raise their voices and shout.
Of course, motorcycles are also indispensable. No one is riding a motorcycle on the street to drink coffee, but it can carry goods and people, and has a high efficiency that puts the country to shame.
——Not to mention, the strong atmosphere of life with unique vitality made Singh feel that Mumbai is worthy of being the world's leading metropolis, and a strong sense of national pride arose spontaneously.
Achim didn't say where he was going, and Singh and the others didn't ask. They walked lazily for a few minutes, and two white women walked in front of them, followed by a group of young and middle-aged men who were watching.
Obviously, these two women were tourists. It was winter and they were not wearing cool clothes. However, the lines of their bodies wrapped in tights and jeans were as eye-catching as if they were naked on such a street. The two of them were frightened by the man following them.
Her beautiful face turned pale, and when she saw the same group of young and middle-aged men approaching, she stopped hesitantly.
Singer resisted the urge to whistle, and his eyes glowed like a wolf again, but the woman's skin color made him a little wary.
"A bunch of pigs, untouchables, scum who have never seen a woman in their lives. Their reputation for hardness has been ruined!" But Master Achim was very angry. After cursing loudly, he went over to disperse the idiots who were following him, and followed the two white men.
The women struck up a conversation.
Singh and the others wanted to go over, but were stopped by Achim's eyes. The two female tourists were obviously frightened. Young Master Achim very gentlemanly called a 'regular' taxi for them, before sending them into the car.
He also said that they are welcome to come to Hard City Tour.
After doing this, Achim felt much better, and then told Singer and others what they were going to do.
An hour later, Singer came out of the majestic government building, holding a thick stack of forms and barely able to suppress the urge to yell.
Canaan!
When he returned home, he summoned his relatives, friends, and neighbors, took out the thick stack of forms, offered them 50 rupees each, and asked them to go find people in the slums to register and sign "voluntary"
The legal document that transfers the results of the lottery is naturally transferred to Master Achim.
Relatives and neighbors were not surprised. They were familiar with this kind of work. Whenever there was an election, this kind of drama was often staged. The price of 50 rupees was quite reasonable. They could deduct a small amount. After calculation, it was already a lot.
Rich.
This made them extremely grateful to Singer and praised him as a promising young man who would definitely have great potential in the future.
These people moved very quickly, and the work was completed in one morning. Singer brought the signed documents to Master Achim.
Achim is very satisfied with Singh's high efficiency, and there is still no sign of anyone else.
"You also know Canaan?" Master Achim listened to his request and looked at him with a strange look.
Singer was working hard to polish Master Achim's shoes. He squatted on the ground with Master Achim's black-backed wolfhound. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled charmingly, "Master, you must have some helpers when you go to Canaan."
"You are very smart!" Master Achim laughed, "You will definitely be promising in the future."
He said this not long ago, and Singer took it for granted, but this time it was different. His whole body trembled with excitement, as if he had really "come out".
"It depends on the situation!" Master Achim yawned, waved to the maid, and motioned for her to take Singh out.
Singer had no choice but to climb up on the soft hand-knitted blanket in despair, and left Master Achim's mansion under the leadership of the maid.
"Bah, you're just a Vaishya, what's there to be proud of?"
After leaving the deserted place of the mansion, Singer spat in the direction of the door. Still not relieved, he walked to the corner, untied his pants and peed on the wall of the mansion. It felt like he was peeing on Master Achim.
That hateful face feels much better.
How valuable is player status?
Singh, who often surfs the Internet, knows this. His knowledge is among the best among young people who grew up in slums. He often quarrels with netizens from various countries on Facebook and other social media. He knows that the status of Canaan players is very important.
What does it mean for someone like him?
what to do.
Master Achim's method works, but he has no money.
It’s okay to have power without money, but...
When he got home, he was as anxious as a rat on a hot pot. Tomorrow the lottery would begin. There were many people like Master Achim who used money to clear the way, and there were still people who would 'definitely reserve' a spot without paying a penny.
Yes, Singer thought about it, but there was no way.
Registering normally and then winning the lottery is a fantasy. In this country where corruption and bribery are unspoken rules, even the police on the street will use various legal and illegal names to find extra money. For now, the only way is to
Master Achim is trying to find a solution.
But how can a player's qualification be granted to him so easily? Didn't Master Achim spend tens of millions of rupees to win someone's head? It's not certain whether he can win.
what to do!
He was anxious in his heart and always had a nice face towards others. When his mother and sister came back to see him in a bad mood, they were careful about what they said, lest they make him angry.
After finally waiting until the next day, there was still no news about Master Achim. Singer went to his mansion with the hope of being safe, but it turned out that there was no one there, not even the servants were in the whole villa.
He went back dejectedly. He didn't see any sign of an organized lottery on the way. Although it was broadcast on the news, it was at an unimportant time period. He rushed to the lottery place to look at it. He didn't see the crowds that are common in other countries. It was deserted.
At the door, people came in and out in twos and threes.
This gave him hope.
Singh went in to register. After a long wait, the arrogant public servant told him that his identity information had been registered and the lottery results had been "transferred."
Singh thought it was Master Achim who didn't even have his share... Then Chance realized something was wrong, he had never filled in any registration information, and he started making a fuss in the hall as soon as his eyes rolled.
The guards came to drive him away, but he refused to shut up even though he was yelling. The batons were hitting him hard, but he gritted his teeth and held on, insisting that someone had replaced him for no reason. He had never filled in any registration information, and he had never filled in any registration information.
Transfer the winning results.
When the commotion became louder, the civil servant began to panic because he saw a reporter from Hardness Times coming down the stairs, accompanied by his boss.
The boss had a dark face and yelled at the guards to drive Singh out. The guards felt the pressure and dragged him out like a dog to death and threw him outside the gate.
Singer lay on the garbage pile outside the door and groaned, staring at the door. When the pain stopped, he limped in again.
three times!
He was almost beaten to death by a guard. He was hit once on the back of the head and he was already unconscious. It was the fierceness in his heart that kept him going. It also made the media reporter stop pretending to be deaf and dumb and came over to ask him what happened.
.
"How unreasonable, sir, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen in Mumbai!?" the reporter asked angrily, "Is this an exception? Or..." The official at the registration office was sweating on his forehead, and a young civil servant was carrying someone on his back.
I asked Singer in a low voice what he wanted. Singer said, let me win the lottery, otherwise he will be exposed by the major media.
The civil servant looked at him like a madman.
"I am a Kshatriya!" Singh told a big lie, but his fairer complexion and upper-class face made the civil servants believe him. Singh showed off a Kshatriya temple token (stolen
), causing the civil servants to change their expressions.
He hurried over and whispered into the official's ear.
In modern times, although caste still exists, it is no longer as strict as before. On the surface, the caste system has been abolished, but a Kshatriya, even a down-and-out Kshatriya, must be careful under the thousands of years of tradition.
, what kind of trouble can Singer cause?
The officials at the registration office are also Kshatriyas.
He looked at Singer seriously, frowned slightly, and then waved his hand.
The young public official came back and told Singh to go back and wait for the notification of winning the lottery.
Is this solved?
Singh seemed to be in a dream, but he didn't dare to dwell on it any longer. The lie would be exposed as soon as it was exposed, so he just gambled again. If people knew that he was pretending to be a high caste, his fate would be miserable.
"It was just an accident and it has been resolved now."
After sending Singh away, the official smiled and explained to reporters.
The reporter took the envelope handed over by the official and said righteously: "This draw has attracted worldwide attention. As the world's largest democratic country, we must set an example to the world. Favoritism and fraud must not occur. It's so troublesome."
Everyone knows it.”
Officials have repeatedly stated that they will not, and that they will keep a close eye on them at all times to ensure that the results of the lottery are fair and just.
The reporter nodded with satisfaction and went outside the door. He was even more satisfied when he saw that there were only a few people there.
"The Chinese game is not good," the official said shamelessly.
The reporter said: "People's enthusiasm is not high. In the future, if we make our own Metaverse game, it will definitely become popular around the world."
The official asked: "I heard that the project has been approved?"
The reporter said: "It will be an epoch-making project and is expected to be online by this time next year."
The official said happily: "That's great. What the Chinese can do, we hard-working people can also do it, and we can do it better."
Besides, after Singer returned, he waited anxiously until night.
There was not even a live broadcast of the evening draw, only recorded footage.
Not many people in the slums cared. After the lottery was over, there was a festive atmosphere on the other side of the street. Some people set off fireworks and firecrackers to celebrate their winning the lottery.
With great anxiety, Singer dialed the number to inquire about the lottery results. After waiting for a while, he heard the heavenly voice of someone who had won the lottery.
"ah!
"
He roared like a madman in the slums where sewage and garbage were everywhere.
