Some people worked hard in the sweltering workshops, their bodies drenched in sweat, in order to reduce unnecessary wear and tear on their clothes, including their shoes.
They might strip completely naked, wearing only their underwear, and work in shoes that were already worn to the point that they could not possibly be any more tattered.
Factory uniforms were issued according to schedules, and during this period, many people were willing to save their uniforms.
That way, their families could have new clothes to wear.
If someone was willing to take a walk through the Lower District, through the communities where the working class gathered, they would find that many children wore clothes or trousers made of Blue Canvas.
Those were their fathers' work uniforms, or clothes altered from those uniforms.
They were stain-resistant and abrasion-resistant. Nothing could have been more suitable for children.
To save those uniforms, and to save their own clothes, they had no choice but to do this! Yet there were also people sitting beneath the shade of trees, savoring brandy worth hundreds of dollars with ice cubes in it, enjoying the cool breeze drifting across the lake and the comfort it brought!
People and society could never be equal.
Not in the past, not now, and not in the future.
If someone told you that everyone was equal, or that working toward a certain goal would eventually bring about equality,
then he was definitely lying!
"The York Gang has been developing quite well lately. I've noticed that you have one more member."
Lin Qi smiled with pursed lips. The person who had joined later was a mere tool, an idiot who had nearly lost his Senate seat.
But he had chosen the wisest path: clinging to the York Gang. That had not only preserved his