The host is red and black, and the system can only chirp

Xu Ji has been stationed here for three years. Now that he is about to leave, he feels reluctant but also regretful.

“I have always wanted to report on the police’s crackdown on drug dealers in the slums, but the local government has always given me the cold shoulder.”

Reporters from foreign national television stations followed the report and said that local military and police were concerned about their international image... Maybe it is a kind of protection for the slum residents, maybe.

……

When Xi Mingming took up the post, Xu Xiaoming not only personally took her to the IPC to apply for a local press card, but also handed over all of the local network of contacts he had built up during his three years at the post.

Before Xi Mingming officially received her press card, Xu Ji took her to experience the special food of the "City of God".

At this time, the two had just finished dinner and ordered a drink each.

Xu Xiaoming took a sip of the caipirinha in front of him, then looked at the cachaça in front of Xi Mingming. Wow, maybe Xi Ji was indeed more adaptable to the environment than he was.

His “Country Girl” caipirinha is made with cachaça, lemon, sugar and ice.

The cachaça ordered by Xiji was too strong for him, and Xuji still hasn't been able to adapt to the local spiciness.

"Xi Ji, the webmaster sent me your topic and asked me to be sure to assist you before I leave."

The girl in front of me has a face that can enter the entertainment industry, but for reporters, being too good-looking is not really an advantage.

Xu Xiaoming muttered to himself: This girl is more suitable to sit in the studio than to be on the front line of reporting.

After a pause, Xu Xiaoming couldn't help but say more: "I know that you, Xi Ji, want to go straight into the slums and follow the police's clearing operation to report on the scene."

Now that people had arrived here, Xu Xiaoming swallowed back his words of persuasion.

He changed the topic and reminded: "Xi Ji, if you go to the slums, no matter how high the temperature is, please make sure to wear non-slip boots and take precautions..."

The slums have been neglected for a long time, and cleaners often go on strike. Garbage piles up like mountains, and a foul smell is emitted all the time.

When it rains, the rain hits the garbage mountain and merges with the mud on the hillside to form a garbage river, which can be called an open-air breeding ground for bacteria... Even Xu Xiaoming, a man, couldn't step foot in that scene.

Xu Xiaoming really didn't want to intimidate his new female colleague. "Xi Ji, sleeping with the sound of gunfire and stray bullets every night is the truest portrayal of the slums. Remember to report to the local police in advance before entering, and be cautious."

Even if the police have limited role to play.

Xu Ji solemnly reminded, "I have been dealing with the military and police here for a long time...Xi Ji, they are not the Chinese police, they don't really care about our safety."

Xi Mingming withdrew his gaze from outside and looked directly at Xu Xiaoming.

"If the local armed military and police were like those in China..." How could society be so corrupt?

It is precisely because of the inaction of the ruling elite, and even because some of them are the real chronic diseases of society, that world-famous special cities come into being.

Xi Mingming didn't say anything more, she just said seriously: "Thank you, Xu Ji."

After a pause, Xi Mingming continued, "There is something that the famous war photographer Robert Capa said that I agree with."

Xu Jiliangran continued: "If your photo is not good enough, it's because you are not close enough."

"Correct."

Xu Ji smiled, he was also a journalist.

Xi Mingming did not come. He was preparing to personally track down the police through the announcement on the radio station.

"Xi Ji, come here, let me tell you the clues I found before..."

……

Just as Xu Xiaoming flew to his motherland to celebrate the Spring Festival, Xi Mingming moved directly into a slum.

Xu Xiaoming: “???”

Did I just waste my time talking so much?

=====

Uncle Aga is over fifty years old. When he was young, he was also full of enthusiasm and had unrealistic expectations of the government.

At that time, he was ignorant and fearless, and even provided information about DU tyrants to foreign correspondents.

When he was young, Uncle Aga hoped that the whole world would pay attention to the social situation of the City of God and that the city could receive help from international organizations.

Uncle Aga is no longer young now.

He chose to work down to earth and support his family diligently.

The only difference between him and the parents in the slums is that Uncle Aga, influenced by an oriental friend, desperately urges his children to make progress, hoping to seize the rare opportunities to get out of the slums.

……

When Uncle Aga met Xi Mingming at the community entrance, his face was filled with the natural enthusiasm of the Caigui people. "Welcome, welcome. I didn't expect that after so many years, I could still receive journalist friends from China."

Uncle Aga and Director Guan had very little contact over the years, as they were busy with their own business and were halfway around the world apart. But Xi Mingming was clearly aware of one thing: the trust between the two was not low.

I don’t know what they went through together back then, but after so many years, the uncle was willing to take the risk of delivering a message to the DU Xiao Group just because of Director Guan’s words.

"Thank you, but I'll have to trouble you for a while."

Uncle Ada pulled Xi Mingming's oversized suitcase and laughed heartily, "It's not like I won't charge you. Hey, be careful."

The uncle pulled Xi Mingming, who was looking around.

Fortunately, the uncle acted quickly, otherwise Xi Mingming would have been almost stabbed by the rusty steel bar at the corner.

This is a collapsed corner of the wall, but there are obvious signs of life in the building, and someone lives inside.

Xi Mingming blushed: "Thank you, uncle."

Uncle Aga didn't think much of it. He said that all foreigners who came here were like this, and they found everything strange.

He advised Xi Mingming: "Don't worry about memorizing the way. The alleys here are complicated and it will take an outsider a while to get familiar with them. My son will not register for university until February, so let him be your guide in the meantime."

When Uncle Aga said this, there was an irrepressible pride on his face. It seemed that he had been waiting to say this since he first saw Xi Mingming.

Uncle Aga's face was dark, and he pressed his lips into a straight line to barely control his smile: "Surprising, right? Benny got into a state university."

Xi Mingming was not able to speak fluently in Portuguese when he first started.

Fortunately, human body language can also express emotions, and Xi Mingming was filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

People who have been teachers truly like motivated children.

Xi Mingming stuttered, "Passed the exam? Celebrate, it's worth celebrating, it's a great event. Before coming here, Director Guan was still worried about Benny's ENEM results."

……

The ENEM exam in Caigui Country is held in November, which is equivalent to the college entrance exam in China, with thousands of people competing for a single spot.

The number of applicants each year is only slightly lower than that of China, but the number of university places actually open to ordinary people is far lower than that of China.

The vast majority of admission lists for the country's top-ranked universities are allocated to independent enrollment examinations.

There are very few admission places through ENEM, the passing score is high, and some majors still do not accept ordinary candidates.

This shows how difficult it is for Benny to get into college.

……

Education should be an important way for slum dwellers to change their lives.

But the current situation is that the public security in the slums is chaotic, riots occur from time to time, and schools are often closed.

In slum schools, there are less than two days of actual classes a week.

The threshold for high-quality higher education is too high for children from slums. So high that most slum residents have long given up on this unrealistic dream.

There are already very few opportunities for students in ordinary public schools, let alone students in slum schools?

How can we change our destiny without educational resources?

……

Xi Mingming's congratulations were so sincere that Uncle Aga's laughter at this time was very different from before.

Just now he was so enthusiastic about the guests from afar that his chest was shaking.

“Hahaha… I have to thank Guan very much.” Uncle Ada’s eyes sparkled, “If it weren’t for Guan, Benny wouldn’t have had a chance.”

They were climbing a hill; Uncle Aga's home was halfway up the mountain.

Many slums in Caigui Country are located in high places, and the high ground makes it easier for the DU lord gangs to control them.

Uncle Aga lifted up the colorful clothes drying on the street, and a flight of cement steps appeared before him: "This is the shortcut."

Xi Mingming weighed his backpack and followed in silence.

At this time, a group of children rushed down from above, seven or eight boys and girls.

Xi Mingming looked over and saw that only one girl was wearing flip-flops, while the others were all barefoot. The boys were shirtless, and the girls were wearing brightly colored vests.

They smiled brightly, carefree, with innocent and childish faces, and looked at Xi Mingming who suddenly appeared with curious eyes.

It seemed as if the dense bullet holes on the walls around them, the tangles of exposed electrical wires above their heads, and the mountains of garbage on the roadside had nothing to do with them.

The children were full of conflicts with the environment. Xi Mingming's hands were restless and he involuntarily reached for the camera around his neck.

Uncle Aga turned around in time and shook his head gently at Xi Mingming.

Xi Mingming followed the uncle's line of sight and looked towards the nearest high point, where a black boy in his teens was standing guard with a rifle on his back.

Xi Mingming was an outsider, and the boy stared at her intently.

Xi Mingming's heart tightened, and he squinted his eyes to take a closer look. It turned out to be a military rifle M16?

After a moment, the boy may have seen clearly the uncle Ada beside Xi Mingming, and he actually... smiled brilliantly?

The teeth are fully exposed, which is extremely pure.

In just a moment, Xi Mingming felt an extreme sense of separation.

She smiled back and looked away.

The topic returned to Benny. "It was Benny who made it happen, Uncle Aga. No matter how much help someone else gives him, it will only be an external factor. He deserves our pride."

Xi Mingming sincerely believes so.

Today is a weekday, and the time is 10 a.m. Normally the children should be in the classroom.

But here there are teenagers standing guard with guns; there are children walking barefoot in the streets where flies are lingering and sewage is flowing.