Han Bugou looked at the Wanhu New City, which was covered in the snow but was not lacking in popularity. He was suddenly stunned.

He couldn't help but think of himself, is this still China?

To be honest, he also went through a psychological struggle when he came back. He knew clearly what the country was like. As one of the first people to come to Japan, facing Tokyo, his views on the future city at that time were completely shattered and reconstructed.

If it weren't for the days that followed, he found that no matter how beautiful everything in Tokyo was, it had nothing to do with him. No matter what he wanted to do, he looked up and looked up and saw the ceiling. He wouldn't give up on himself and become the kind of person who only knows how to be arrogant.

well……

It's hard to describe...

Han Bugou looked at the Wanhu New Town, which could not see the boundaries. He looked at these buildings that looked very new and modern. He felt that he had no mistake in choosing to come back.

Although some details can still be seen in the exposed places, for example, sometimes people push wooden wheelbarrows and creakingly walk by.

However, the residential and factory areas of Wanhu China are definitely considered super advanced in this land of China.

Of course, the level of the City of Future is not enough.

However, compared to the huge city in Tokyo that feels very small in any case, this area where 10,000-house factory buildings looks at least more atmospheric and makes people feel chest tightness.

"Please sign here. As long as you walk there, you will see a big sign. Go in through the door under the big sign, make a registration, and you will arrange your place to live." The young man took out a signature book and said while asking Han Bugou to sign.

After all, young people are more determined than the sky, and it is not easy to let young people call people with respect.

On the contrary, Han Bugou is so old that although he is a little dissatisfied, he has become more capable and stretched. He said to the young man, "Thank you, Master."

When he was young, he waved his hand, but he didn't feel any compliment to Han Bugou. Instead, he got in the car and turned around and continued to pick up people elsewhere.

Although he is just an ordinary driver with an ordinary Tohara Rang in Wanhu, outside of Wanhu, Tohara Rang and him are different.

You should know that even the secretary of the prefectural committee can’t even get to Toruhara. Young people just need to park their car to the place when they go out, so they will be very proud.

Although Torutahara is just a sedan, it looks much more refined than a jeep like 212 and a truck like Jiefang.

If he wants to show off the car to someone, just let him come and open the door and close it.

The heavy door closing sound was not a trace of noise, the bass was heavy and the treble was steady. Compared with those doors that felt like they were going to be decisive and had constant noises. Volkswagen's doors were indeed more advanced.

A leaf falls to tell autumn, and a leopard can be seen through the pipe.

The door craftsmanship of a car is so sophisticated. Isn’t this a good car?

I don’t know how many matchmakers are about to level the threshold for young people. Girls pay attention to free love and love, but parents who have eaten and met have to be more realistic.

Without a superior economic level, what can you do with love? Can love make people happy? Can you? Can you? Can you have money and potential?

Han Bugou walked on the ground, but he didn't hear the creaking sound of snow. He looked down and found that although there was snow in the distance, there was not much snow under his feet, and the floor tiles could be seen translucently.

He glanced and saw many people shoveling snow with tools next to him.

Those tools are strange in shape, not only have common shovels and brooms, but also some gadgets specially designed for dealing with stubborn snow accumulation.

While they were clearing the snow, there were a few people next to them wearing cotton gloves, holding pens outside the gloves recording something on the board.

"What are you recording?" Han Bugou, who was very informed, leaned over and asked.

The person who recorded the recorder said that Han Bugou didn't look like a bad person and replied, "We are recording the situation on the ground. If we are creative, we will repave the road according to the new plan to make it easier, more beautiful, and less likely to slip."

When Han Bugou heard this man's words, his eyes widened. How much does it cost!

Han Bugou thought carefully in his mind that he used so many people to clear snow in Wanhu, and he only did so many tricks. Are you crazy?

"Don't you feel tired when you do this?" Han Bugou decided to ignore the people who recorded the data. They stood and spoke without a pain in their backs. It would be better to ask the person who was actually responsible for the snow.

The older uncles didn't feel alienated. Although they thought Han Bugou was disgusted, they didn't look like a bad person. It's not a secret to telling him clearly.

"It's tiring! But we are willing to do it! This is our home! Do you want your home to be like a pig's nest? We are not happy." said an old man.

The other old men agreed, "Yes! Yes! We are not happy."

This... is so strange...

Han Bugou's eyes were a little confused. He wanted to say that this was not your home? This was obviously the home of that boy Takahashi! No matter how beautiful or good everything here is, does it have anything to do with you? Don't you still live in a small house, and you are still doing this poor job!

Han Bugou suppressed it several times before suppressing the thoughts in his heart. Tokyo is so good that it did not make Han Bugou feel like home.

He didn't know if the old men in front of him said such words sincerely.

But whether it is true or false, this shows Takahashi's terribleness.

If it is sincere, it means that Takahashi has a high level of brainwashing and can maintain his own personal things, making everyone feel like everyone's own things.

If it is a false statement, it would not mean that the control level of ten thousand households is so high that an ordinary outsider like me will get a uniform answer.

Judging from their appearance, they seemed to have the same smile from the bottom of their hearts. This... how many times do you need to practice this?

Han Bugou, who was bleeding from Japan, never believed in any utopian society.

Everyone has food to eat, everyone has a house to live in, and everyone has a skill to practice.

That's all lie!

The world is cold! It is ruthless!

If you want to survive in this world, you can only make yourself more cruel and ruthless.

Fortunately, Han Dagou, who had talked with these snowswalkers to learn about the "insider story" of ten thousand households of China, walked to the huge red plaque and walked into the door. He went to the corresponding place to register, got the key and walked into the corresponding room.

The huge and warm room, snow-white bedding, and the corridor where the table tennis table still seemed surplus, made Han Bugou more alert to Wanhu China.
Chapter completed!