There is no doubt that this gentleman came to St. Martin for the first time. Although he was polite and tried his best to integrate into the city, he still had a unique temperament that made him extremely dazzling, even if Even if you get into a crowd, you can still recognize him at a glance.
Gunter watched him get out of the car and silently put a special label on this man. His identity was anything but ordinary.
Gaunt, who had lived for twenty-five years, had experienced the Sakaz Civil War and had been treated unfairly. Even Syracuse, which was proud of its strictness and conservatism, still imposed more or less cruel treatment on the Sakaz people. discriminate.
In comparison, life in St. Martin is much easier, at least the infected can survive here.
He thought like this, the bus had arrived at the stop, he stepped off the bus with his stiff legs, and stepped on the solid ground. Gunter let out a long breath.
Despite his fatigue, he made his way to Daffodils, one of the poorest outer districts of Saint-Martin, where there were people he wanted to meet.
After walking for a while, he came to an old two-story building. He stood in front of the first door in the second corridor in the dark, knocked on the door softly, and heard from inside. With a slight meow, the corners of the Sakaz youth's mouth involuntarily rose.
"Woof!"
he called back.
Squeak.
The wooden door opened slowly, and a girl emerged from inside. She closed the door quietly and pulled the Sakaz young man outside.
The girl blamed her in a soft voice: "You always come to the dormitory to find me, which makes me laugh at my coworkers."
They walked across a bridge, and the river under the bridge gave off a pungent smell, and then walked through an unmanaged garbage dump, until they arrived at an old but still neat street. Under the streetlight, Gunter finally saw the girl's face clearly.
Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, all the facial features are where they should be. The girl's appearance cannot be said to be as beautiful as a fairy, but it can also be said to be delicate and refined. Because of Gunter's arrival, her smile is particularly bright, as if Encountering a good thing is like picking up and dropping money.
Gunter didn't care about the previous blame at all. He hugged the girl and handed her the box in his hand.
"It's hard work, right? This is a gift for you."
The girl opened the box and took a look, then looked at Gunter in confusion. The Sakaz young man didn't know what was going on and moved closer. There were two intact strawberry ice creams placed in the refrigerated box, and the girl suddenly kissed the side of his face. After a moment, he hugged the box and threw it away.
"Ha, you actually carried out a sneak attack, no, I have to come back with revenge!"
Gunter realized that he had been tricked, pretended to be angry, rushed towards the girl, hugged the girl in his arms, the two of them pressed their faces together, slowly rocking on the road, tasting strawberry ice cream.
Gunter whispered in the girl's ear: "I am now an official employee of Brave New World. The research institute in the Poppy District attaches great importance to my research topic. I will be able to take you out of this ghost place soon. "
He raised his head and looked at the old brick wall with new paint and some slogans painted on it, most of which were requirements for the infected. However, these slogans had been altered beyond recognition by colorful graffiti.
The telephone poles are covered with various advertisements, most of which are recruitment notices. There are no factories located outside St. Martin that are in short supply. They promise to provide food, accommodation, high salary, and many beautiful women. However, if they can actually deliver half of the goods, they are considered a conscientious enterprise.
There are also polluted rivers, garbage dumps that exude a strong odor, and mosquitoes and flies can be seen everywhere in summer. In Gunter's eyes, this place lags behind the Rose District by at least fifty years.
“Are wages high in Brave New World?”
The girl ate the ice cream as if it was the most delicious delicacy, and curiously asked Gunter about his current situation.
"It's very high. I've calculated that, excluding the part of my salary that I have to spend, in just five years, we can own a home in the slightly more upscale outer suburbs of the Tulip neighborhood. If my project is a success, Tulip You don’t have to go to that kind of place, you can live directly in the Rose District, and you don’t have to work so hard, and you can be a rich wife with peace of mind.”
Gunter held the girl's left hand and looked at her hand that was white and wrinkled due to work with distress.
"Jenny, please resign. I can find a way to find a job for you in the Rose District."
The girl named Jenny said softly: "No, Gunter, if I resign now, only 70% of my two-month salary will be paid. The resignation report must be submitted one month in advance. It will take another month to pass the review. I will enter in April." It’s peak season for washing clothes, and I’m afraid the boss won’t let me go.”
"Then submit your resignation tomorrow. If that doesn't work, 70% of the salary is acceptable. I can afford to support you now. Trust me, your man is not a waste."
"I believe, I believe in you, my man is a great hero who stands tall."
The girl smiled and handed the ice cream in her hand to Gunter's mouth. He only took a bite, thinking that by the time Jenny left here, he would have been working at the Eagle's Nest Bar for two months. It would be easy to place Jenny there, and At that time, his project had reached a critical stage, and his salary could definitely be increased again. In short, he had to escape from the bad environment here.
Jenny suddenly remembered something and asked loudly: "Gunt, it's been two months. Is Saint Martin's attitude towards infected people better now?"
Gunter said casually: "It's still like that. Many people have prejudices against infected people. The prejudice is like a mountain in the heart. It is difficult to move away. It requires a long-term influence and subtle changes. The poppy area is okay. There is not much discrimination against infected people, but starting from the middle ring city area, the treatment of infected people is far less comfortable than in the upper city area.”
Jenny asked worriedly: "Then do you have a hard time every day?"
"Fortunately, I often go in and out of the Poppy District. The people there are very kind. They only care about whether you have a bright spot and don't care whether you are infected. Don't worry, this city is not as bad as you think."
Gunter smiled happily, and kissed Jenny's cheek. The fatigue all over his body quietly dissipated. On this cold winter night, his heart was actually a little hot.
"Gunt, if you are too tired, we can leave here, leave St. Martin, and return to our hometown. Anyway, we have saved some money, so we can do business and live well."
Gunter opened his eyes, was silent for a few seconds, and said: "Jenny, I don't want to go back. Kazdaele is chaotic, barbaric, and disorderly now. Can we settle down in St. Martin from now on? Can I give you a good life?" In the future, everyone can find their place in San Martin, believe me.”
