Chapter 29 "Occupation" and housing are serious matters

Klein tried not to let himself behave abnormally, and asked with genuine curiosity:

"What is the ability of 'fortune teller'?"

"Your question is not accurate enough. It should be the ability to take the 'fortune teller' magic medicine?" Dunn Smith shook his head and smiled, his gray eyes and face were both facing the red moon, hidden in the shadow. "Astrology, card divination, spirit pendulum, spirit vision, and many other similar things. Of course, it doesn't mean that you will understand and master them immediately after taking the magic medicine. The magic medicine only gives you the qualification and ability to learn these things."

"Because of the lack of direct means to fight the enemy, ah, you should be able to imagine that ritual magic requires too much preparation and is not suitable for encounter war. Therefore, in terms of mystical knowledge, a 'diviner' will be more knowledgeable and professional than a 'peeper'."

It sounds quite in line with my requirements... but the lack of direct means against the enemy is somewhat hesitant... and the Night Goddess Church probably has no subsequent "sequence"... "Holy Church" should refer to the quiet church of the church headquarters... The low-order direct means against the enemy is not necessarily comparable to the guns... Klein fell silent, the balance in his mind swings from side to side, sometimes "peeper", sometimes "diviner", As for the "corpse collector", he has not considered it.

Dunn Smith smiled and said:

"Don't be in a hurry to choose. Tell me the answer on Monday morning. No matter which one you want to choose or whether you plan to give up directly, there will be no additional opinions among our watchmen."

"Calm down and ask your mind."

With that, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, and walked slowly past Klein to the stairs.

Klein did not speak, did not give an answer immediately, and saluted and watched in silence.

Although he was always hoping to become an extraordinary person when the opportunity really came, he was still full of hesitation: the lack of "sequence", the loss of control of "extraordinary person", the credibility of the diary of Emperor Russell the Great, and the crazy and depraved false whispers, all mixed together into a swamp that blocked the progress.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"It's comparable to the bad and not bad students who fill in the college entrance examination..." Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thinking, opened the door quietly, returned home, and lay down on the bed.

He lay there, with his eyes open, quietly watching the bottom of the upper bed stained with light crimson.

The drunk staggered past outside the window, and there was a carriage driving fast in the open street in the distance. This kind of noise did not destroy the tranquility of the night but made it more remote and deeper.

Klein's mood subsided, and he remembered all the past events on the earth, his father who likes to exercise and always speaks loudly, his mother who has chronic diseases but likes to work hard for himself, his friends who grew up together, evolved from playing football and basketball to playing mahjong in the war game, and the failed advertiser who has blurred his appearance... These are like a quietly flowing river, There are not many ripples, not too deep sadness, but the soul is submerged silently.

Maybe only when it is lost will it know how to cherish it. When the crimson fades, the sky burns, and the golden color emerges, Klein has made a choice.

...

He got up and went to the public washroom to wash his face to make himself energetic. Then he took a 1 Sul note and went to Mrs. Wendy's to buy 8 pounds of rye bread for 9 pence to supplement the staple food he had eaten last night.

"The price of bread began to stabilize..." After breakfast, Benson commented while changing clothes.

Today is Sunday. He and Melissa finally got a chance to rest.

Klein, who was already dressed in formal clothes, sat on the chair, looked at the back of the newspaper he brought back yesterday, and said surprisingly:

"There are advertisements for renting houses here: No. 3, Wendell Street, North District, a single-family house with two floors in total, six rooms upstairs, three bathrooms, two large balconies, a restaurant downstairs, a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and an underground storage room... outside the house, there are two acres of private lawn in front, and a small garden behind, which can be rented for one year, two years or three years, and the weekly rent is 1 pound 6 Suler, please go to No.16 Champagne Street and find Mr. Gushev. "

"This is our goal in the future." Benson put on a black half-height hat and said with a smile

"Why don't you go to the 'Tyngen Working-class Housing Improvement Association'?" Melissa took the worn gauze hat in her hand, changed it into a light gray dress that had been sewn and mended several times, but was still the most affordable, and came out of the compartment.

She is quiet and introverted, but it is hard to hide the breath of youth.

Benson laughed and said:

"From whom did you hear about the 'Tyngen Working-Class Housing Improvement Association'? Mrs. Jenny Rocher? Or your good friend Selena?"

Melissa looked at her side and whispered:

"Mrs. Rocher... when she was washing up last night, she happened to meet her. She asked Klein about the interview, and I said something about it. Then she suggested looking for the 'Tyngen Working-class Housing Improvement Association'."

When Benson saw that Klein was also puzzled, he shook his head with a smile and said:

"This is a housing association for the poor, er, accurately described as the lower class. The houses they built and renovated are basically public bathrooms. They only provide three options, one bedroom, two bedrooms, and three bedrooms. Do you want to continue to live in similar places?"

"Tingen City Housing Improvement Company has the same business as them, but it also provides the middle and lower class with the opportunity to choose. Frankly speaking, we are now better than the middle and lower classes, but worse than the real middle class. It is not a matter of salary, but mainly due to the lack of accumulated time."

Klein understood, put away the newspaper, put on the top hat, stood up, and said:

"Let's go."

"I remember that the 'Tingen Housing Improvement Company' is on Narcissus Street," Benson said as he opened the door. "They are called '5% charity' like the 'Tingen Working-class Housing Improvement Association'. Do you know why?"

"I don't know." Klein picked up his cane and walked beside Melissa.

And the girl with black hair and a soft waistcoat also nodded.

Benson stepped out and said:

"Such associations and companies for improving housing were established under the influence of Baekeland. Their funds have three channels: one is to raise funds from charitable funds, the other is to obtain high-quality loans with an annual interest rate of only 4% from the government's public affairs loan commissioner through declaration, and the third is to accept commercial investment, and give each other 5% of the return each year by collecting a certain rent, so it is called '5% charity'."

Step, step, step, brother, and sister stepped down the stairs and walked slowly to Narcissus Street. They planned to find the current landlord, Mr. Frankie, after confirming the house, in order to avoid the situation that there was no way to stay there and there had to move out.

"I heard from Selena that there are purely charitable improvement housing companies?" Melissa said as if thinking.

Benson laughed:

"Yes, Sir De Ville donated to establish the 'De Ville Trust Company'. He built apartments for the working class and provided special property management, but only charged a relatively low rent. However, the requirements were very strict."

"Sounds like you don't like it too much?" Klein asked with a smile.

"No, I respect Sir De Ville very much, but I think he certainly doesn't know what the life of the real poor is like. His apartment occupancy requirement is like the hope given by the priest, which is too unrealistic. For example, he must be vaccinated, he must take turns cleaning the bathroom, he can't sublet the house or use it for business, he can't litter, and he can't let children play in the corridor. Goddess, he wants to turn everyone into a gentleman And a lady? " Benson answered in his usual tone.

Klein frowned in doubt:

"It doesn't sound like any problem. It's all good requirements."

"Hmm." Melissa nodded.

Benson turned his head, looked at them, and said with a laugh:

"Maybe I protected you too well and didn't really see the life of the poor. Do you think they have the money to get the main vaccine? Free charitable medical organizations can queue up for three months later."

"Do you think their jobs are stable and not temporary? If they can't share the rent of their houses, charge a certain fee, and then move out again when they are unemployed? And many women help people sew clothes and paste matchboxes at home to make a living. This is a business application. Should they be driven out?"

"Most of the poor people are trying their best to maintain their lives. Do you think they will have time to discipline their children and let them not play in the corridor? Maybe they can only be locked in the house. When they are seven or eight years old, they will be sent to places willing to accept child labor."

Benson did not use many adjectives to describe it, and Klein was a little creepy.

This is the life of the bottom people?

Next to him, Melissa also fell into silence. After a long time, she said vaguely:

"After moving down the street, Jenny would not let me go to her house to find her again..."

"I hope her father can come out of the shadow of the injury and find a stable job again, but I have seen too many drunks who have paralyzed themselves with alcohol..." Benson laughed heavily.

Klein didn't know what to say. Melissa seemed to be in the same state. The three brothers and sisters walked to Narcissus Street in silence and found "Tingen City Housing Improvement Company".

The person in charge of receiving them was a smiling middle-aged man who did not wear formal clothes, hats, white shirts, and black waistcoats.

"You can call me Scott. I don't know what kind of house you need?" He glanced at Klein's silver cane and smiled more genially.

Klein looked at Benson, who was good at eloquence, and motioned for him to answer.

Benson spoke very directly:

"A row of houses."

Scott turned over the documents and files in his hand, and said with his mouth turned up:

"At present, there are five places that have not been rented out. To be honest, we are more targeted at real housing difficulties, six, eight, even ten, and twelve workers and their children crowded in a room. There are not many houses in the row. One is at No. 2, Narcissus Street, one is in the north area, one is in the east area... The weekly rent varies from 12 to 16 Sules. You can see the specific introduction."

He pushed the documents to Benson, Klein, and Melissa.

After browsing, the three brothers and sisters looked at each other and pointed to a position on the paper at the same time.

"Let's look at No. 2 Narcissus Street first," Benson said, and Klein and Melissa nodded.

This area is barely familiar to them.