Chapter 68 Slums in the Outer City

Style: Historical Author: Baichuan ZizhuWords: 5363Update Time: 24/01/12 12:17:00
The period after the opening ceremony was indeed very busy. There were a lot of professional books to read and study, which was busy and fulfilling.

He didn't have any time to spare. These three months were a period of frantic learning and recharging for him.

As for the wonderful college life that was imagined at the beginning by skipping classes, it does not exist at all. Professor Pukins somehow made people stare at Saint Jose. According to him, he did not want to waste a good young talent and cause Saint Jose pain. And he was happy, even though it seemed to him like revenge.

I also went on a few dates with Elena, and occasionally exercised with Cicero and the others to prevent over-study.

"There is a lot of hair in the sink today. Is it true that the less hair, the stronger you are?"

Saint Jose looked at a few hairs in the pool and grabbed his own firmly.

"Probably just a false alarm."

Elena was also very busy when she first entered school, and since they had different majors, Saint Jose simply concentrated on studying. He was not a master of time management, so he still had to put his studies first.

This period of time is really about four points and one line, school, restaurants, rented houses, and libraries. It reminds him of the fear of being dominated by the college entrance examination in his previous life, that is, the experience is too poor, and he has to waste time on useless walking.

"I didn't expect that I would have to study after time travel. If I don't study well, I won't be able to do well after time travel." Saint Hesse thought and read a few more pages of the book.

Frequent walking also made San Jose deeply criticize the lack of accommodation and canteens in Argentinian universities. Such a policy of free admission to public universities is really problematic. In addition, schools must have canteens, and eating is very important!

Geniuses from the lower classes in Argentina still cannot afford to attend the University of Buenos Aires unless someone sponsors them. However, Argentina’s high school system does not allow these geniuses to be valued.

Middle school requires six years of study, and there are not many choices and competition at all, so Argentine middle schools have no idea at all about screening talents.

Most of them go out into society after graduating from middle school, but restaurants in the city center are too expensive and rents are too high, even if scholarships cannot cover them.

Free tuition does not allow ordinary people to go to college, but it makes it cheaper for the rich and powerful. Although tuition does not cover all the expenses of college,

It can also alleviate some of the pressure on government education funds. Also, the school does not have a canteen, which also allows him to run outside the school just to have a meal, which is a serious waste of his study time!



Saint Jose thought about it over and over again, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

"This motherfucker really can't bear to think about it for a while, and the more she gets angry, the more she takes a step back and the more she thinks about it, the more she will suffer."

In the end, I still felt that I couldn't convince myself well. One day, while quietly drinking a drink and reading a book, I finally felt that I had to take action.

Ask them to change, even if nothing changes in the end, they must criticize such behavior.

Saint Jose strongly agreed with one sentence, that is, without investigation, there is no right to speak, so he gave the Falcon Intelligence Team the first mission to Putrajaya, asking them to collect intelligence and conduct research.

Devoto Town, Putrajaya, where the Falcon Intelligence Group is based in Putrajaya.

St. Hesse looked at the leader of the third Viper team, Lombetta Dexy, and the head of intelligence in Putrajaya, Andrew Berg.

The third team currently has few members. It was split from the first team and has only four members. Most of the members still stay in the potassium triangle, where there is more need to train peripheral members.

There are only three people in the intelligence team. They are newbies recruited by Saint Jose in Maria Town, and they can barely be considered veterans now.

At the same time, he planned to take action himself, and the people from the intelligence team and Viper Team 3 were also assigned tasks to assist in the investigation and investigate the forces in the city. In order to ensure safety, one person from the Viper team led an intelligence officer.

Some work was arranged, and investigation tasks, investigation techniques, etc. were assigned at the same time.

In fact, some people were surveyed in each relatively large area, and they were divided into 4 groups in total. Saint Jose was alone, interviewing slum residents in the city.

In fact, these intelligence agents are not that weak, but they are also afraid of encountering blind gangsters and the like, so it will be safer if two of them work together.

Saint Jose didn't want to be with the intelligence officers, so he thought of a suitable candidate, that is, the big guy Cicero. He could ask him. At least with his size, it wouldn't be a problem for him to fight a few gangsters.



Friday noon,

Saint-Jesse came to the engineering department to look for someone. There were generally no classes on Friday afternoons at BU. Professors usually went on vacation on Friday afternoons. There were many teachers asking for leave, so in the end they simply didn’t arrange for Friday afternoon classes. The course is equivalent to 4.5 working days a week.

He saw Cicero who was welding a machine. He was wearing a vest and shorts, and he wildly raised a giant motor and was assembling it for welding. He didn't know what he was doing.

"Hey, Cicero, would you be interested in going to the outer city with me to "relax" this afternoon?"

"I haven't been to the outer city yet. My father usually doesn't let me go to these places because it's too chaotic."

Cicero took off his vest and wrung out the sweat.

The outer city is now a slum in Putrajaya, with a relatively mixed population. It is also the largest place away from the city center. It is said that more than 50,000 people live there.

On Saturday morning, as soon as the bells of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Putrajaya stopped ringing, the doorbell of St. Jose's house was rang. He had already dressed and was washing up, so he hurriedly opened the door.

"Cohen, my mother doesn't agree with me going to the outer city. She says it's too dangerous and too chaotic."

Cicero's dress was different from yesterday. He was now wearing a clean suit and seemed a little disappointed.

"It's okay. I'll go by myself then. I'll ask you for help if I need anything in the future."

San Jose is not too surprising. Cicero's family also lives in the college area. His mother is a middle school teacher, which is normal.

Yesterday, Saint Jose "visited" many places in the outer city.

Today, St. Jose was sitting on the subway car heading to the outer city. He planned to visit as a reporter. For safety, he also prepared two pistols and a counterfeit press pass, but did not bring a gun permit.

Sorry, there are no police here at all.

Argentina is the first place in the southern hemisphere to have a subway. Even its subway is steam-powered, the carriages are still made of wood, and the speed is very slow.

Most of the people in the outer urban areas come from Bolivia, Paraguay and the northern provinces of Argentina. Some are farmers.

Some are herdsmen like Saint Jose. Most of the young people work as part-time workers. Most of them cannot join large factories and enjoy the benefits of Bilon.

Some good ones can join some factories and become workers, such as recycling factories, cement factories, brick factories, food packaging factories, sugar cane factories, and docks.

Female workers can go to laundry factories, rubber factories, textile, chemical, pharmaceutical, cosmetics factories, etc.

Maybe more than 2,000 pesos a month.

This is the best case scenario,

Not so for the older ones and those who are not lucky.

Most of them can only make a living as scavengers, and it is very common for their monthly income to be less than 1,000 pesos.

There are also women who have no income and are pretty, so they can only work part-time occasionally. This is also very common. After all, this place is very big. The number of people in one outer city area is as much as that in a large area of ​​Shanghai Science and Technology City. There is absolutely no way. Compare.

In the entire city of Buenos Aires, the migrant rural population exceeds 1.5 million, accounting for 29% of the entire city’s immigrants. Unlike the skilled workers in Rosaldo City, most of these people are unskilled workers, and they have little desire to leave, and their employment situation is very poor. Difference.

Compared with the population here, Kecheng is much better. Kecheng currently has relatively few slums and a relatively small foreign population. Most of them come from the province. For housing loans, the provincial housing bank loan subsidies are relatively in place.

In most places, there are housing agencies to help rent out houses. My former neighbor, Sio Britto, has a family of seven.

You can also rent a house in Kecheng and eat in it. This is an advantage that Putrajaya does not have. There are a lot of farms and ranches around Kecheng, including those in Maria Town. The work is much better than Putrajaya.

The outer city is also a paradise for crime, but it is much better than the New Chicago area where gangs are prevalent. It is the real crime place, and many people die in gang fights every day.

The black taxi gang that Saint Jose had seen was from the New Chicago area.

Near Ramsey in the outer city, there is an Argentinian version of a slum, although the Bilon government does not recognize the existence of slums at all.

It's not raining now, and the sky is full of dust. Saint Jose can only wear a mask. On rainy days, it will probably be muddy.

He specially found an old man in his 50s named Yukla Acajoa to be his guide here. His clothes were relatively clean, but he probably hadn't showered for some time and the smell was a bit strong.

They hired him at a "high price" of 150 pesos a day, and then the two sat in a relatively clean open space and talked.

"I'm from Caguara Province, Paraguay. I came here when I was 21 years old. It was January 1925. It was still summer and it wasn't that hot.

Putrajaya was really prosperous at that time. I found a job, earning 1,000 pesos a month. At that time, you could buy 2 pounds of bread for 5 pesos. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. I clearly remember that when I was 25 years old , I was fired, and then I never found a formal job again..."

"At that time, I had just gotten married and the new president came to power. They disbanded many small factories and I was unemployed again.

I could only survive by scavenging. Later, my wife died of illness and I had no money for medical treatment. Then she passed away. I missed her very much... We did not leave any children behind. "Yukla looked a little sad.

"After Marwa passed away, I couldn't afford to rent a house, so I came to the train station. There are many homeless people like me here. I can occasionally go to the pier to work as a bag carrier, but my health is getting worse and worse."

"I can only make a living by scavenging. Fortunately, my house is not made of wood."

"Can you give me a tour?"

"No problem, Mr. Reporter."

"There are seven or eight families living together in one block here. More than half of the people have no houses and no access to basic services such as water, electricity, and gas."

Yes, the water we drink here is somewhat polluted and unclean, and there is no tap water like in the central city.

Saint Jose came to a "house". It was made of simple broken bricks and cement. It was low, dark, and more than two meters high. The room was estimated to be 10 square meters.

Newspapers were posted on the walls, and the air was filled with the smell of rancidity mixed with the smell of dead mice. The only furniture in the room was a small bed, a bench, and some useless garbage piled up.

After visiting St. Jose, I went to interview other people. After walking for a long time, I saw a lady in her 20s washing clothes. She seemed to be a laundress. Her face was pale and haggard, and her hands were white from soaking. The body is hunched over.

"Madam, I am "Argentina Metropolis". Can I interview you?"

"Sorry, I'm not free."

"I can pay you, 50 pesos an hour."

"No problem, Mr. Reporter, what do you want to ask?"

"Can you tell me about your situation?"

"My name is Mary. I am a laundry worker here. I wash clothes thirty-one days a month. I am 24 years old. I come from Chaco Province. I married my husband. Later, he ran away. I now have a son..."

"I can earn 1,500 pesos a month, which is enough for my family. Unfortunately, bread is too expensive."

Mary did not stop washing the clothes, coughed, and washed the clothes again, with a happy smile suddenly on her face.

St. Jose suddenly saw a thin little boy who looked five years old running in from outside. His face was covered with dirt, his hair was knotted and covered with mud, and lice could be vaguely seen.

"Mom, I'm lucky today. I made 20 pesos."

After saying that, he stuffed a shabby banknote into Mary's pocket, then looked at Saint Jose and Eucla cautiously, holding Mary's thigh, looking a little scared.

"I'm going to make you laugh. This is my son Robert. He is 9 years old this year. He occasionally goes scavenging with adults to earn some money and support the family."

The two asked and answered questions and talked a lot.

"Thank you, Ms. Mary, this is your reward."

St. Jose took out 100 pesos from his pocket and handed it to the woman.

"Thank you, you are so generous, Mr. Reporter, this is already our family's income for two days."

Saint Jose actually wanted to give back more, but in the end he didn't. He handed the uneaten bread in his pocket to Little Robert, opened his mouth without saying anything, and hurriedly said goodbye to Mary and her son.

After the interview, Saint Jose left the outer city and gave the employment fee to Eucla.

"Boss, thank you so much. If you need anything, you can come to my house to find me."

In the next two weeks, San Jose interviewed many middle school students with excellent grades but who did not go to university. A large part of it was because they did not have money to live in a house in Putrajaya, or because they spent too much time on the road, or it was difficult to maintain their families, which affected them. and abandoning studies, or being expelled from school.

Occasionally, you can encounter some gangsters, gangsters, scavengers, beggars, and workers working in harsh environments.

Do you want to mess with Saint Jose? Of course you do.

Most of the people who didn't have eyes were beaten up by Saint Jose for the first time. Some even more people who didn't have eyes tried to retaliate. They simply broke their hands and feet and let them lie down for a few months. If there really are such criminals with guns. , Saint Jose collapsed directly.

Therefore, there is an "urban legend" circulating throughout the outer city. A man wearing a reporter's uniform is very unfriendly to gangsters, but he is kind to children and the elderly. He is affectionately called "Robin Hood of Putrajaya".

San Jose has also seen school children kicking pig urine bubbles as if they were playing football. I have to lament that Argentines have many football fans from childhood to old age.



After collecting the materials, Saint Jose's mind couldn't calm down for a long time.

The original intention was to reflect on my own food problem, but I found that there are so many people who don't even have food to eat, no jobs, and the education is outrageous. They can't even afford to go to middle school, let alone college, the Ava Foundation, It is just a charity aid that treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

Unfortunately, I am unable to change these things for the time being, so I finally decided to return to my original intention, first hit the target of the Ministry of Education, and collect information on the development of slums first.

St. Hesse is also a little lucky that he was not such a completely low-level person in his predecessor, otherwise he would have started with a bowl.

As for the original intention of making a living, we still have to do it. Saint Jose once again thought of it. Then he started with newspaper publicity, wrote a column, and then changed his skin and person and submitted it.

Attacking the policies of Argentine universities, using real facts and data, using the self-media exaggeration of later generations, and using headlines, it was basically adopted by newspapers in the city. This was a hot news item.

"The reason behind the lack of student cafeterias and dormitories at the University of Buddhism makes parents cry and students cry"

"Shock! Why don’t universities in Argentina have cafeterias? The result is disappointing"

"In-depth interpretation of the policies of the Supreme Ministry of Education and the real reasons"

"What force makes poor college students drop out of school?" 》

Manuscripts written by St. Jose, combining East and West, shocking style, mixed with St. Jose's emotional output,

Strongly criticized the policies of Argentine universities, especially the lack of canteens.

It formed a kind of spontaneous communication, triggering public opinion discussions among the residents of the city, trying to force the Ministry of Education of Argentina to reform, and finally vaguely proposed a learning direction, that is, Soviet-style university campus construction, which is very suitable for learning, and the cost is not as good as American-style private universities in the United Kingdom. Such high cost.

Especially when it comes to solving the problem of food and accommodation for college students, I accuse the Argentinian Ministry of Education of doing nothing, which is lazy and inconsistent, and is a manifestation of unfairness.

In name, tuition is free for ordinary people, but in fact it is an elite education. Tuition is free in name, but teaching material fees are not exempt. However, you cannot get a loan for renting a house, and the interest rates are terrifyingly high.

Enrollment of students was expanded, but real civilian geniuses were shut out. His interview information, as well as a large amount of detailed information and data reports were attached, which caused a sensation. Then he was suppressed by the Bilong government authorities and interviewed and warned. Newspaper and St. Jose.

Although this publicity campaign failed, it allowed St. Hesse to truly see the power of public opinion. It also caused some discussions in Putrajaya. The administrators of Putrajaya University did have some discussions, which can be regarded as an improvement. .

This is a simple endeavor from San Jose.



The three-week weekend survey is neither long nor short, and may not be in-depth. Perhaps many people in slums only need a job to escape poverty.

For Saint Hesse, this shock was still huge. In his previous life, he lived in the modernized New China.

At most, I have seen some urban villages, and many urban villages have poor sanitation and accommodation conditions at best. They have all the necessary things, and even the accommodation conditions are not bad.

In my previous life, I had no real experience with slums, and most of my knowledge of them came from movies, such as Mumbai in India's "Slumdog Millionaire" and Rio de Janeiro in Brazil's "City of God."

Only through on-site visits and investigations did I really feel that this world is not friendly.