20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 1211 Ma Liandao

After eating and drinking tea for a while, more than a dozen people came out of the restaurant.

It was already dark outside, and Lao Chen tightened his clothes: "The wind is still quite cold at night."

Chen Hui said, "It feels like the wind here is stronger than Qianhai."

Old Chen said: "It needs to be bigger. There are many houses over there, and the wind can't blow up. This side should be more open. This side used to be the edge of the city."

Everyone got into the car, Peng Peng Peng heard the sound of the car door, and the four cars turned around and headed back.

Street lights illuminate the street quite brightly, there are few pedestrians, and there are few cars. The era of national nightlife has not yet arrived. At the moment, it is still concentrated in Houhai and Sanlitun in the center of the city, basically bars and dance halls.

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There are old buildings, dilapidated roads and concrete squares.

Some middle-aged and elderly people gathered in the square and danced ballroom dancing to the singing of the tape recorder.There are also young people mixed in, not many.

Chen Hui said: "From the Yangfang store to here, the foreign population is relatively concentrated. The young people dancing here are all foreigners. They usually have nothing to do, and they can't play with local young people, so they can only run. This is mixed with middle-aged and old people."

Xiaowei asked: "They all live underground?"

Chen Hui nodded: "I can't afford to live up there, don't look at it so out of the way, and don't look at the building so old, the rent is not affordable for these young people from other places. The basement is cheap, 300 yuan a month for two, and 400 yuan for three. "

Xiaowei said: "Not all foreigners can only live underground, right?"

Chen Hui said: "That's for sure. We are still immigrants. Those who can really earn money must not be able to live. They are a minority. Except for those who manage food and accommodation like restaurants, most of the migrant workers are underground.

Maybe one day in the future, some people here will earn money and change to a better place, some people can't bear to go back to their hometown, and most of them are quite stable.

Life in Kyoto is usually better, either they come to do business, open a small restaurant, a small shop or a small hotel, etc., and the food and lodging can be solved together, or it is management, the salary goes up, and the rest is all. It's dealing with it. "

The two of them were in Maliandao at the moment, and Chen Hui took Xiaowei to see the life of the immigrants from other places in Beijing.In fact, it was Xiaowei who was interested in the legendary basement.

Follow the badly damaged concrete road along the uneven road, walk around the river, and walk into the residential building.This area is all three or four-story old buildings.

Among the residents, Xiaowei saw the door to the basement.

On the ground is an unremarkable concrete room, one and a half sizes, with two large iron doors open, and young men and women come in and out from time to time.

There are a lot of iron wires stretched around the cement room, and bedding is hung to dry on it.a lot of.

The two stood on the side for a while, and saw a few young people coming back from the outside, went over to hug the quilt and then went down.

"It's very damp down there, a bit like the changing room in an old bath. If the quilt is not dried for a day, it will be soaked and useless. If it is dried, it will be carried after work, and the cover will be wet again in the morning.

It can only be exposed to the sun every day.If it rains, if you can’t come back, you won’t be covered, or you can ask the acquaintances here to help you collect it, which is generally useless. People who live here are busy, and some have to go far to and from get off work. "

Xiaowei looked at Chen Hui: "How do you know so clearly?"

Chen Hui said: "Ask, isn't this what the leader wants to know, we have to find a way to inquire carefully."

Xiaowei smiled and hugged Chen Hui's shoulder: "Where can you go?"

Chen Hui said: "You can come in as you please, no one cares, do you think there is a security guard for you in this place? Stealing, robbery and so on are nothing to worry about here."

The two of them entered the gate and walked down the stairs all the way down, and there were two larger iron gates below, a bit like the gate of a secret unit in a movie, which slid open to both sides, but right now is wide open.

When I walked here, I could feel a sense of damp, the walls were covered with water marks, the cables were pulled above my head, and the light bulbs were emitting pale light.

After entering the big iron gate, there are several corridors without guide signs, more than two meters wide, extending in four directions.The corridor is not straight, and the left and right sides turn to the back.There was a registration room by the door, empty, with phone and paging numbers written on the window.

He chose a random direction and walked along the corridor, and the inside was divided into densely packed rooms, with numbers written on the doors with red oil.

Someone is cooking in the house, and the smell of oily smoke stays in the corridor, mixed with the moisture in the corridor, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Xiaowei touched the door of a room, and his hands were covered with water.

"Can I live here? Will I get sick after a long time?" Xiaowei asked Chen Hui.

Chen Hui smiled and said, "Then where do you let them live? Fortunately, this is also a nest, sleeping on the street?"

Xiaowei said: "Isn't it all work? The unit can't manage it?"

Chen Hui squinted at Xiaowei: "Employees hate having to pay wages, and they still care about food and accommodation? The cost of starting a company in Kyoto is a bit high, and office rent and various expenses are a big chunk. Better units can make up for it." Transportation expenses, and a few meals at noon, are all companies that can make money."

Xiaowei asked: "How much money do they usually earn a month?"

Chen Hui said: "I don't know much about it. It's estimated to be 1000 or [-] yuan, at most. Food, housing, and car rides, how can I not have money?"

The door of a room in front was open, and Xiaowei walked over.

It was a girl, in her twenties, making a bed.The room is about eight or nine square meters, with a bed, a chair, and an old desk with an old TV on. It seems that the signal is not very good, and there is noise.

There is no wardrobe, there is a suitcase in the corner, the clothes are piled in it, and the shoes are placed along the wall.

Xiaowei reached out and touched the wall. There was no water but it was damp.

There are no windows in the house, and the place is more than ten meters underground, close to 20 meters, and there is no ventilation device, or it is not open, and the air is exchanged with the ground through the corridor and the open door.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" The girl stopped making the bed and looked at the two men who came in out of nowhere.

"It's okay, you shop yours, we'll take a look." Xiaowei glanced at her.

"What are you looking at? Where are you from? This is my house."

"I've never been to this kind of basement, so I'll come and have a look. How much does it cost you to live in this one for a month? Just like you."

"Go ask the boss, there is his phone number at the door." The girl was quite alert, holding the quilt and staring at the two of them.

Xiaowei smiled and said: "We are not bad people, are bad people so bright?"

Chen Hui looked at the room and said, "This is just coming back from get off work, haven't you eaten yet? Why don't we treat you to dinner? You can call a few more people, so you don't worry about it."

(End of this chapter)