67. Failed Art Student (2 in 1)(2/2)
"Going back to the previous question," Clegg held the steering wheel and shook his body, "Are you also a hateful politician?"
"It's true that I'm a politician, but I shouldn't be considered a hateful politician." Nance slowly twirled the bristled hair on Miss Owl's head with both hands, "You can say that I am a poor abandoned politician."
Clegg scolded like an angry young man: "There is no such thing as a politician who is not hateful."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he seemed to have just remembered that Nance had saved him. He quickly turned around and apologized to Nance: "I'm sorry, I got excited..."
Nance smiled lightly.
It's no fun to argue with others about whether politicians are good people. It's better to play Doraemon. Miss Owl was not interested in listening. She stretched her neck and looked at Nance. As soon as he stretched out his hand, she opened her mouth and pecked his palm.
"The really pitiful people are the proletariat." Clegg said to himself, taking his hands off the steering wheel to show Nance, "People like us who work hard and can only make a little money are
The proletariat, in contrast, those politicians who sit in chairs and give orders to others with their mouths are abominable."
"You're driving a car!" Nance reminded.
Craig quickly put his hands back on the steering wheel.
Nance then said on the side: "The person sitting in the office chair and giving orders is not necessarily a politician, but a capitalist."
"I don't know. I'm poor and I don't know who the big shots are. Speaking of big shots, I want to ask you, is the mayor of Shin-Yokohama a capitalist?"
"It shouldn't count. At most, he is just a lackey of the capitalists."
"The mayor is a dog?" Clegg thought of the big stray black dog near his home.
"Dogs who speak out for capital and walk around the streets barking at people." Nance said thoughtfully, "People call such politicians the lackeys of capital."
"Is there a capitalist cat?"
"Yes, some women who want to take shortcuts?"
"You're such an interesting person." Clegg laughed, "The mayor is the lackey of the capitalists, and the woman is the cat of the capitalists. It's really a wise idea!"
The refrigerated truck drove along the coastal road and entered the city of Shin-Yokohama.
Under the gloomy sky, colorful neon lights shine in every corner of the city, making both sides of Victoria Harbor extremely bright.
These serious light pollutions are spiritual inducers released by capital, luring citizens who are spiritually empty all the time.
Whether it’s a suspended tram above a viaduct, or an electronic advertising screen on the street; whether it’s a holographic projection shining between high-rise buildings, or a pop-up window that pops up from time to time in your electronic brain...any object you can perceive may be an advertisement.
carrier.
"Director Adel."
"What?"
"If you become mayor, is there any way to increase the income of the proletarians?"
"Well, this is difficult..." Nance combed Doraemon's feathers and said as if to kill time, "When I become mayor, there will be many problems in front of me. Should I optimize the economic structure first, or let the
Should the flow of assets be more reasonable? Should the government itself first increase revenue and reduce expenditure? Should it offend financial capital in order to protect the physical manufacturing industry? How to survive the panic financial crisis caused by the flight of financial capital? To ensure the income of the proletarians, to put it bluntly, we must fight against it
Capital. There are too many problems to be encountered in this. It is not just a matter of shouting a few slogans..."
“Can’t proletarians and capitalists come together?”
"No, the nature of capital is to pursue profit, and the proletarians can only be exploited."
"It would be great if there was no capital..."
"No capital does not mean happiness." Nance leaned against the car window and looked at the garbage floating on the gray sea water. "Everyone has the instinctive impulse to accumulate wealth and the desire to compare. This is one of nature. When output
When all the income is returned to the collective, individuals cannot accumulate wealth that surpasses those around them just through hard work, and their enthusiasm for production will decline. If you work hard or not, your food and clothing will be the same as others, so what is the point of working hard? Production efficiency will be greatly reduced.
A comprehensive economic recession is bound to happen... Of course, this is just my personal opinion, just take it as a joke."
Craig looked thoughtful.
After dropping Nance off at Hung Hom Pier, he continued driving along the seaside and returned to his home in Tseung Kwan O.
This is one of the largest slums in Shin-Yokohama. Electric wires are crisscrossed overhead like a spider web, and several dirty ditches run through it. The narrow and winding streets are full of crime and stench, and people with rags and sick people are everywhere.
A sad person.
Clegg parked the car on the roadside and walked into the alley.
Along the way there are small houses squeezed together, including iron sheets, wood, containers, foam...all cheap building materials can be seen.
He had gone to school and knew that a place like this had major fire hazards, but at least it was a home and he would not freeze to death on the street like a homeless man.
"Hey, painter!"
A cute little girl spoke to Craig who was walking with his head down.
He looked over and found that she was a girl who was a member of the gang of street children entrenched in Tseung Kwan O. He had met her several times. He remembered her name, which was Little Jasmine.
"Good afternoon." Craig greeted her.
Little Jasmine smiled and said: "Looking at you in a daze today, have you encountered something troublesome? Let's do this. You and Little Jasmine buy a flower, and I guarantee that you will encounter something lucky tomorrow. It only costs 18 pence a flower.
Oh, it’s very cheap, isn’t it?”
Craig looked at the basket filled with yellow roses in her hand and shook his head: "You'd better go to a place with rich people and sell it first. If you really can't sell it, come back and sell it to me in the evening."
"That's fine, let's trick the rich first and then you."
"What?"
"Haha, I'll give you one." Little Jasmine took out a rose from the basket and handed it to him, smiling sweetly: "I'll draw a portrait for Little Jasmine when I have time. I want it to look good."
"I must draw you as a little princess."
Craig took the flowers, said goodbye to her, and returned to his door.
Twenty meters to the left, there was a black-haired girl standing against the door, looking eagerly at someone. Her face was very young, heavily powdered, and her lips were bright red, and I didn't know it was lipstick.
The color is still frozen.
Craig glanced at her a few times, then opened the door and entered the house.
That woman attracted him very much, and he had a conversation with her half a year ago. It was a sultry summer night, and she stood under a dim street lamp and opened her mouth and said, "Fast food is 200 for a night and 800 for a night."
"It's a pity that I only had 100 pence at that time..." Clegg opened the door and entered the iron house built with a wooden frame.
Although there is some air leakage from the walls, fortunately there is a heater burning inside, so the whole house still feels warm.
The furniture and everything else were in a ready-to-use condition. On the only bed, my mother, who was seriously ill, slept comfortably.
Craig bowed to his mother, then moved out some wooden boards, used stools to build a slightly uneven hard bed, and quickly fell asleep with his still aching body.
What a wonderful portrayal, which fully reflects the benevolence of the empire's top officials - the law still allows the poor to sleep after all.
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Nance returned to Lesson 9 and headed straight to the dungeon.
The dungeon, which was destroyed beyond recognition during the riots, has been simply rebuilt and now has the conditions to hold prisoners again - provided that the prisoners do not want to escape.
In the interrogation room, the female teacher kidnapped by Miss Su from St. George Middle School sat quietly and calmly, seemingly not caring about her situation at all.
I noticed someone coming at the door.
Chapter completed!