Chapter 995: The Gamble
"Now that you've got it, hurry up and leave. Don't stand here blocking the way and delaying the people behind you from collecting their food."
Staring at the slightly moldy potato in his hand, the young man could not believe that this was his ration for the entire day.
Unable to hold back, he asked, "Wasn't there still a piece of bread yesterday? Why is there only one potato today? How are we supposed to survive like this?"
The official in charge of distributing food scolded him disdainfully, "What are you babbling about? Can't you figure out why for yourselves?
If it weren't for you refugees, there wouldn't be a food shortage in the city. You've dragged everyone into going hungry with you. It's good enough that you have something to eat, yet you still want to pick and choose? Get the hell out of here!"
In the face of hunger, all the ugliness of human nature was laid bare. The influx of refugees had harmed the interests of the locals. Although the new government was doing its best to suppress the conflict between the two sides, clashes had never ceased in the shadows. As the situation worsened, the tension only grew more and more intense.
Though Paris seemed to be changing by the day and the government had already been replaced several times, the middle- and lower-ranking officials were largely still the same old crowd.
Seeing that the new government was about to collapse again, the bureaucrats had also gone mad. So long as there was money to be made, there was nothing they would not dare do.
Naturally, the first to suffer were the refugees from elsewhere. These people had no one to rely on; even if they died, they died for nothing. Naturally,