Yun Ming: How Could Those Blackhearted Capitalists Who Even Sold Radioactive Water Be So Kind?

The smile on Leng Yaozhu's face gradually faded.

Yun Ming's voice also grew lower, little by little.

"Besides, on my way here just now, I made a point of looking at Eastsea City's streets."

"They were too clean."

"So clean it was a little unnatural."

The sights of Shrek City surfaced in his mind again.

Even Shrek, a first-tier city in terms of economic development, had plenty of homeless people.

How could Eastsea City possibly outdo Shrek and find places for everyone?

A clean, tidy city was certainly a good thing.

But the question was, where exactly had those people gone?

He certainly did not believe those blackhearted capitalists, who would even package radioactive water and sell it for money, could be so kind.

What was more, Eastsea City's changes had not happened gradually.

Instead, the entire city's appearance had undergone an earth-shaking transformation in an extremely short time.

Especially when other cities were still cutting jobs as soul tool technology advanced.

Why should Eastsea City be an exception?

Were all the entrepreneurs here living bodhisattvas?

Were they cutting costs while voluntarily spending money to support homeless people incapable of working?

What a joke.

The prettier those figures looked, the deeper Yun Ming's doubts grew.

Leng Yaozhu finally realized that he was not simply making idle guesses this time.

She frowned slightly, watching the solemn-faced man before her.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Yun Ming was about to speak when a gentle female voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Pavilion Master Yun, I can't pretend I didn't hear that."

The voice was quiet, even carrying a hint of amusement.

Both turned around at once.

At the end of the Spirit Pagoda's VIP passage, a young woman in a fitted black business suit walked slowly toward them.

The woman