Yun Feng clenched his fists angrily, looking exactly like Yun Lei when he was angry.
What a family!
When there was no one around, Yun Feng approached her and whispered: "Mom is right, you are a loser! I killed grandma when I was born. I was right to throw you away in the first place!"
This was the first time Ye Nanyi heard this in two lifetimes. The smile on her face gradually faded, and her eyes were covered with a terrifying coldness.
It turned out that it was exactly as she expected. She was not a miscarried baby at all, but an abandoned baby who was treated as a Sangmenxing by the Yun family as soon as she was born.
Even if she was recognized after many years, it was only for her to be married off in exchange for benefits.
In their eyes, all their disgust and disgust are real.
She deserved to be thrown away and should have died outside, right?
Ye Nanyi calmed down quickly, with a smile still on her face.
"Then you have to stay away from me in the future, otherwise...you will be in bad luck! I haven't congratulated you yet. Spending 200 million to win a piece of land is indeed Yun's style. I thought, Yun's style You can only afford six million!"
"you……"
Seeing Yun Feng furious, the smile on Ye Nanyi's face became even brighter, and she turned around and walked away gracefully.
Bai Yu followed behind and didn't forget to hit him with a finishing blow, "Congratulations, Young Master Yun!"
They were obviously good words, but they sounded particularly harsh.
Bai Yu finally understood why his boss was so hostile to the Yun family.
In this world, there are really people who are willing to throw away their own flesh and blood. It can be seen that the management of the Yun Group is absolutely inhumane. Fortunately, he met the boss at the beginning, otherwise he would have to work in the Yun family.
Ye Nanyi sat in the car, her face still looking cold as if she didn't care about anything, but her tightly clenched hands betrayed her.
In the last life, she still foolishly believed that she was carried by the wrong person, which was really ridiculous.
"Boss, where are you going? Can I take you there?"
"No, just put it down at the intersection."
She wanted to walk by herself.
Bai Yu was worried, "It's not easy to take a taxi here. If you want to hang out here, I can accompany you. I'll take you there later where you want to go."
"Have you finished the work at hand, or have you taken care of your sick mother? Are you very free?"
Bai Yu's throat tightened and he shut up obediently. Somehow, the girl next to him was obviously young and innocent-looking, but she gave people an invisible sense of oppression.
"parking."
Bai Yu quickly pulled over and parked.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but he was afraid of being scolded. He looked around and saw a taxi passing by. Fortunately, he didn't say anything more, so he had to drive away first.
It was already autumn, and the wind on the seaside was slightly chilly. She walked along the seaside, little by little, towards the slums.
Passing by a cafe on the beach, a sudden sound came from under the umbrella.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it..." A cleaning lady in her forties kept lowering her head and apologizing.
The woman in gorgeous clothes still refused to let her go, dragging her and forcing her to clean her shoes.
While the cleaning lady was cleaning her shoes, she was getting the looks of others around her.
"A low-class person from the slums should stay in the gutter where you don't see the light, but he dares to come out!"
When I heard the word slum, people around me looked at me with discrimination.
This kind of discrimination is more ironic than racial discrimination.
"I heard that people who come out of places like slums have unclean diseases!"
"Yes! These low-class people should be locked up there! Don't let them come to the city!"
"..."
Even the two tables near the cleaning staff had already called the waiters to pay the bill.
The waiter also covered his mouth and nose with disgust, looking at the cleaning lady as if he were looking at garbage.
The cleaning lady lowered her head and polished the woman's shoes silently, as if she was used to it.
Finally, I apologized humbly to others before I dared to leave.
Ye Nanyi felt very uncomfortable watching this scene. She didn't know when the words slums and low-class people started to be associated together.
Obviously, this side of the western suburbs coast still has luxurious seaside villas and high-rise buildings.
But on the other side of the low hill is a slum made of shipping containers and rags.
We obviously live in a city, so why are those living in slums considered lower class?
As the saying goes, 'The prejudices in people's hearts are like a mountain, no matter how hard you try, you can't move it. '
She knew that even if she went to help now, she would only be treating the symptoms but not the root cause.
Ye Nanyi continued walking along the seaside until the fishy smell filled the air and she gradually moved away from the bustling high-rise buildings.
Walking past the low wall, I looked at the plastic garbage of various colors floating on the sea. As the waves crashed towards the shore, a child wearing dirty clothes picked up plastic bottles next to the old man.
There are many old, weak, sick and disabled people who cannot work here, and they all make a living by picking up garbage.
Some young and strong people go out to work, but they can only do the lowest level jobs, earning half the salary of normal people to maintain their lives, just because they are from the slums.
The address on the ID card says "Western Suburban Slums", which is a mark of a lower class person.
At this moment, two young men grabbed a bag of plastic bottles that the old man had just picked up.
"Here you go! Have you paid the protection fee this month?" The young man was shirtless, his skin was dark and rough, and his hair was like dry grass, but he looked young.
The child next to the old man was so frightened that he cried loudly.
"Bad guy, give me back the bottle... oooh... give it back to grandma..."
"I won't give you labor and wages, what can you do with labor and wages?" Huang Mao pushed the child, and the old man hurriedly protected him, enduring all this silently.
"Give the labor and management more money! Consider it your protection fee for this month!"
Seeing that the old man didn't move, Huang Mao stepped forward and pushed her, "Damn it, did you hear what labor and management said? Hurry up!"
"boom!"
A drink bottle filled with water spun rapidly in the air and hit Huang Mao's head.
"Ah..." Huang Mao was knocked to the ground by a bottle, and he didn't recover for a long time.
Ye Nanyi walked over and protected the old man and the child behind him.
"Little girl, you'd better leave quickly... don't come to a place like this in the future..." The old man wanted to pull her back, but he was afraid that his dirty hands would stain her clothes, so he could only retract his hand and whisper a reminder.
While talking, Huang Mao had already gotten up from the ground.
He shook his head, glanced around, and saw a young girl dressed inappropriately standing in front of the old man and the child.
"Chuang, was it you who worked as a laborer just now? Damn, you came to the slums to seek death, right?" Huang Mao hated these people in the city the most, so he immediately whistled and called two more people from the shed next to him.
Ye Nanyi glanced at the four young people in front of him. They were all sallow, thin, and dark-skinned, but they all looked raw. They must have arrived here in the past few years.
Huang Mao got up from the ground, "If you dare to meddle in labor and management's business, I won't hit women. Who told you to come to the slums? You are looking for death!"
A place that everyone avoids, yet people still dare to come.
As soon as he finished speaking, the three people behind Huang Mao rushed forward.
