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Chapter 573 Xiba, are they showing off their wealth? (Third update, please subscribe)
The neon lights at night render the streets red, turning the dark night into a nightless sky, and you are surrounded by this world of feasting and feasting.

A group of people appeared out of nowhere and stood there like country bumpkins, staring dumbly at everything in front of them.

what is this?
Is this true?

Seeing the pedestrians passing by on the street, listening to their joyful words, and feeling everything around them, Yin Tongshan and others were extremely shocked.

The reason they were shocked was not just that everything here was built in less than five years, but what was more shocking?
It is the kind of affluent and peaceful life displayed by the people here. For people who come from Seoul, a place full of poverty, how can they not be shocked?
"How could this happen?"

Kim Jongde murmured,

"There are no shoe-shine children, no newspaper boys, no poor people living in thatched huts, just..."

Just what?
Are they thousands of rich people?
Obviously not, just tens of thousands of ordinary people.

Once upon a time, they thought that the rows of high-rise buildings, the brightly lit billboards and the wide avenues were just gorgeous appearances and should only exist in the main urban areas, especially the wealthy areas - such as the Western areas. Like in Shanghai, the most prosperous area is the concession, which has nothing to do with ordinary people.

In their imagination, after leaving the rich areas, there are civilian courtyards and shantytowns on the dark side of the moon. Thousands of poor people are crowded in harsh environments and earning extremely low salaries to contribute to the city. It operates with blood and sweat, and the working people at the bottom should live like this.

But a middle-aged man standing on the roadside looked at them, as if he understood something, and walked forward and asked.

"Do you speak Chinese? My Korean is not very good either."

Now he forgot that the other party was not Korean.

After all, that is the most real world.

"It's not easy to meet Koreans here."

Zhang Guoxun apologized again.

"Mr. Zhang, are there really no poor people here?"

Perhaps because he was a little excited, his voice was a little loud, which aroused side glances from those around him. Some people even looked at these foreigners with strange eyes.

This person actually spoke Korean. Although he was not fluent, Yin Tongshan still asked expectantly.

"Siba, are all the poor people here dead?"

"Are you coming from South Korea?"

"No, my wife is Korean,"

Of course Yin Zhushan, who had lived in Shanghai, could speak Chinese, so he quickly changed to speak Chinese, perhaps unwillingly, Kim Jongde asked.

Kim Jongde couldn't help but cursed. Now he really couldn't accept it. How could there be no poor people here?

"Ah, that's half Korean too!"

"Yes, is it possible that sir is also from South Korea?"

"It's not difficult. There are Koreans in many factories, but mainly in the south. The factory in Chang'an was built earlier and has more Japanese trainees."

Yin Tongshan said quickly.

However, they have been here for two days, and what confuses them is that there are no poor people here at all!

"Poor?"

What the hell is this place? There are no poor people!
is it possible?

Zhang Guoxun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"There are all poor people here!"

"what?"

Yin Tongshan and others were all stunned.

"Before we came to Nanyang, we were all poor. To be honest, before we came to Nanyang, I was too poor to get a wife. But now I not only have a wife and children, but also a house. In the past, I couldn't even think about it. It’s unthinkable, right!”

Looking at these Korean sticks and thinking about what the man said before, Zhang Guoxun took the initiative to invite them.

"If you don't mind, you can come and sit at my house for a while. I think Shanmei will be very happy to know that friends from her hometown are coming over."

"Ah, that's really intrusive!"

Yin Tongshan said "Excuse me", but his heart was full of expectations. After all, this is a very rare opportunity to enter the homes of ordinary people, and it is also an opportunity to understand their lives!
After learning that his home was five or six kilometers away, Yin Tongshan stopped a taxi, and soon the car drove into a community.

The community under the street lights is quiet. The two-and-a-half-story small Western-style buildings that look the same are scattered on both sides of the road. Through the windows and the light inside, you can see many people having dinner. It's a happy scene. There was only a silence among the few people. After getting off the car, Yin Tongshan looked at the house in front of him in surprise and asked.

"Mr. Zhang, is this your home?" "Yes."

"What did you say you were doing in the company?"

"Security guard."

Zhang Guoxun did not hide his job, it was just a very ordinary job.

But...why can an ordinary security guard live in such a house?

Soon, after entering Zhang Guoxun's home, Yin Yushan, Kim Jongde and Park Zhizheng all looked at the living room with surprised eyes. Although the decoration in the living room was very simple, how could such a large Mingtang house be a house for ordinary people to live in?
Just here, a young woman came out of the house,
"You're back...ah, are there any guests?"

The woman bowed quickly and said.

"Ah, I'm very sorry, I didn't know you were here."

"Shanmei, they are all from South Korea."

Zhang Guoxun introduced.

"Ah, really?"

Shanmei asked quickly.

"Are you all from Korea?"

"Yes, we can speak Korean."

As soon as Yin Tongshan finished speaking, Shanmei said.

"Sir, let's speak Chinese,"

After being slightly startled, Yin Tongshan and the other three looked at this woman in surprise. It was different from what they expected. Why was her reaction so calm? Shouldn't she be excited and chatting with them in Korean?

But although there was something strange, Yin Tongshan still said.

"Okay, okay, where is Miss Jin from?"

When he heard that she was from Jeolla Province, Yin Tongshan just nodded slightly, and then started chatting. It was more like asking than chatting, and the questions were mostly about her life.

"...So, Miss Jin works in a textile factory? I'm afraid she's not an ordinary employee!"

There is still a last glimmer of hope in Kim Jong-duk's heart. What are he looking forward to?
Of course Miss Jin is the manager, otherwise how could a gatekeeper and an ordinary female worker live in such a house?
"Just an ordinary female worker."

Jin Shanmei said.

"I can only earn more than 30 yuan a month. I heard that female workers in garment factories can earn better. It would have been better if they had joined a garment factory at that time..."

An ordinary female worker can earn more than thirty yuan a month!

In an instant, not to mention Kim Jong-de, even Yin Tongshan couldn't help but break his guard - the salary of the female worker was almost catching up with that of his minister.

"You mean, Pu, an ordinary female worker can earn thirty Nanyang dollars a month?"

Yin Tongshan asked.

"You need a little more. This income is normal here."

Kim Sun-mi certainly knows what people from her hometown are thinking.

"Even trainees can earn seven or eight yuan a month. Otherwise, why would so many people come here? Nanyang is different from South Korea."

Looking at the compatriots from her hometown, Jin Shanmei said.

"By the way, you guys probably haven't had dinner yet, otherwise, just stay here to eat."

After saying that, she looked at the man, as if asking for his consent, Zhang Guoxun smiled.

"Oh, look at me, your compatriots have come all the way, and you must treat them to a meal. Do you have food at home?"

The answer is yes, there are not only vegetables, but also meat. When the large pieces of braised pork were brought to the table, everyone, including Yin Tongshan, fell silent.

Is this, is this an ordinary day?

Go west!

How can these Nanyang people live so well!

(End of this chapter)