97: Daxia got rich? Lucy was shocked.

Chapter 97: Da Xia Got Rich? Lucy Was Shocked, “You Da Xia Are Too ‘Developed’!”

At the fountain square.

Under the sunlight, this black man seemed to emit a glow named ‘call to action’.

Although most people chose to leave, there were still dozens who stopped for him.

Buller continued to speak passionately with his ‘powerful’ voice:

“Here in Eagleland, 1% of the rich own 99% of the wealth. 99% of us, the common people, pay taxes for them, yet we cannot elect even one person to speak for us. Everyone in Washington is cheering for and serving that 1%.”

“So-called democracy has always only been the democracy of the powerful, a game of the Capitalist class.”

“Whose fault is this?”

He threw this question to the onlookers standing by.

Instantly.

“Capitalist!”

The dozens of people who had stopped, whether black, white, or Latino, all shouted out that answer in unison.

Buller then asked, “They are the slave owners of the new era, enslaving this country, enslaving us. Who created all this?”

“Capitalist!” This time the sound was even louder, seemingly echoing throughout the small town.

Watching this scene.

Some passersby shook their heads in a hurry, quickening their steps by three points.

They muttered to themselves, ‘Isn’t he courting death? How dare he say such things?’

Normally, if you curse various government departments in Eagleland, they might just consider you ‘an ignorant child speaking casually for fun.’ After all, the true controllers of Eagleland have never been those in the White House, so cursing them is just cursing them.

But to dare to curse the Capitalist represented by Wall Street? Isn’t that just tired of living?

There have been more than just one or two people with such awareness in Eagleland; which one of them wasn’t shot eight times in the back and then ‘righteously’ declared by the forensic pathologist to have committed suicide?

This kind of thing, even just listening to it is considered a crime.

After the speech, the crowd gradually dispersed.

“Buller, were we a bit too impulsive?”

Parker felt a little scared at this moment, a hint of awe flashing across his face.

He knew all too well the consequences of what they had done. Who were the true masters of this land?

One only needed to look at the sources of campaign funds behind the candidates in every state and county, and the units where high-ranking officials took positions after retirement, to clearly understand who controlled Eagleland.

One should know that Martin Luther, who merely spoke out for the rights of black people, was directly assassinated.

Even more so for someone like Buller, who was directly digging up the ancestral graves of the Capitalist elite.

If judged by the severity of the crime, it would probably be a five or six-minute burst from a Gatling machine gun.

Hearing this, Buller shook his head and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not that impulsive.”

“This level of propaganda is far from enough for them to truly kill us.”

He still understood the principle of the nail that sticks out gets hammered. Now was far from the right time.

So he was only calling for and promoting, which at most would just land him in prison for a year or so, and would actually help spread this information.

It was not about truly stepping to the forefront and contending with the Capitalist; if it ever came to that, he would be a hair's breadth from death.

“If something truly unexpected happens, Parker.”

Buller’s gaze fixed on his companion: “Would you rather be a hero for one second, or a coward for a lifetime?”

His voice held a hidden anger.

Since his birth, he had been a coward for over twenty years, and he had had enough.

Now, he wanted to try to stand up and deliver a heavy punch to the faces of those ‘bad guys’.

Upon hearing this, Parker’s chubby face revealed a smile, as if speaking very calmly.

“Death is like the wind, always by my side.”

It seemed his current situation was not much better than death.

Ten hours later.

As Eagleland plunged into darkness, Lu Ze and Lucy’s plane was slowly flying towards Da Xia over the Earth.

At this moment.

It was early morning in Da Xia, and most people across the country were eating breakfast and reading newspapers.

The television mostly broadcast morning news.

Even though today was Sunday and a holiday, many workers and high school seniors still needed to attend extra classes, especially in some strict schools, where they had less than one day off for almost half a month or even a month.

Though it was called a day, it actually meant from eight in the morning to four in the afternoon, with a return for evening self-study.

Just at this time.

Suddenly, many people noticed a new and somewhat unusual news report being broadcast on television.

The host, in her usual solemn and grave tone, read out each word:

【The latest regulation, titled ‘National Enthusiastic Citizen and Loving Student Subsidy Detailed Plan’, has been passed by the Da Xia’s Highest Council!】

【The regulation stipulates that all primary, middle, high school, and university students at poverty level will be provided with one free nutritious lunch per day during their study period, with individual files established for each person, and the plan is scheduled to be implemented for ten years. The scope of implementation covers all provinces nationwide.】

【The subsidy plan will be fully responsible for execution and promotion by Da Xia Education and Da Xia Inspection.】

The moment they saw this news, their faces first showed confusion, then shock.

Some students rushing to class, biting into their steamed buns, found them tasteless, feeling a bit at a loss.

Several customers who were engrossed in eating breakfast discussed it with bewildered expressions.

“Hiss… This news isn’t fake, is it? A free nutritious lunch for all students?”

“This is CTV1, who would dare to put fake news on there?”

“I remember last time there was a student subsidy in Northwest Province, right? How did it spread nationwide so quickly?”

“Did our Da Xia strike it rich? Subsidizing all impoverished students nationwide with one meal a day, how much money would that be each year?”

“I feel it would be at least tens of billions, so wouldn’t that be hundreds of billions of RMB over ten years?”

“That much money? This is too big a gesture!”

Thinking of this, even the proprietress making breakfast gasped, “My goodness!”

To invest hundreds of billions of usd just to ensure these students can eat their fill?

But then she thought about the children who only could afford one steamed bun in her shop every day.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to buy more, but they could only afford the cheapest steamed bun to fill their stomachs.

The proprietress felt this was very necessary.

She secretly thought, ‘From now on, I’ll add a little less water to my steamed buns.’

And some knowledgeable people were wiping cold sweat from their foreheads.

Looking at the national-level departments listed above, with even the public security department included, they couldn't help but feel a chill from above.

A student subsidy plan, yet the education department barely ranked in it?

What was the meaning of this?

Previous lessons from Northwest Province had already taught them.

Don't even think about getting involved; if you fail even slightly in implementation, you might face accountability from this group of national-level departments.

At this moment.

At Yan Jing International Airport, a passenger plane from San Francisco was slowly landing.

In the waiting hall.

Looking at the news broadcast on the television screen hanging in front, Lu Ze’s face was beaming with a smile.

‘Is this the gift Da Xia has for me?’ he thought to himself.

He hadn't anticipated that Da Xia would specifically create an ‘Loving Lunch’ program for students nationwide.

Even the name was adopted from what he provided, and its meaning was naturally not hard to deduce.

He was very satisfied with this gift.

Previously, he lacked the ability and could only prioritize supporting impoverished students in his hometown, Northwest Province.

University students were not included because it was considered that they had ample free time to earn some living expenses through part-time jobs, and the state also provided a living subsidy of two to three thousand usd annually to impoverished students.

Seemingly, university students didn't need a daily nutritious Loving Lunch.

However, that wasn't actually the case. When he was in university in 2003-2004, there were one or two students in his class alone who ate pickled vegetables and steamed buns every day.

Like Lu Ze, they came from remote mountainous areas, but their family situations were even worse.

They wouldn't spend the money they earned from part-time jobs, but rather saved it to send home, to buy new clothes for their younger siblings or to save for next year's tuition.

Therefore, a nutritious and free Loving Lunch was equally important for these people.

And at this time.

Looking at Lu Ze, who was lost in thought, Lucy next to him became a little restless: “Is this your Da Xia?”

“How do I feel it’s so developed, not as poor as I perceived… It’s even more prosperous than San Francisco and Los Angeles.”

When she landed, she had looked at the city’s appearance, which was no less impressive than Los Angeles, California’s largest city. As for San Francisco, it couldn't even compare.

Even some streetscapes and infrastructure were entirely on par with the prosperous areas of New York.

This was Lu Ze’s hometown? It was too exaggerated!

“And you can even achieve this kind of education subsidy?”

“This is too incredible, isn’t it?” Lucy’s small head was filled with big question marks.

Although she didn't understand the news, Lu Ze had just translated it for her.

Lucy also knew that this was a free lunch program for impoverished students nationwide.

How could they, in Eagleland, have such welfare? It was already good enough if they didn't feed you gutter oil and various additive-laden foods.

Why are people in the West generally prone to allergies?

That’s because pesticide residues, preservatives, and excessive additives lead to allergic and uncomfortable reactions in the body. Try eating fresh vegetables you grow yourself; will you be allergic?

Another point that shocked her was the Da Xia tuition fees Lu Ze had just told her about: even for the most top-tier universities, the annual tuition was only a few hundred usd? And even poverty-stricken families could be exempt from tuition fees?

In Eagleland, you couldn't even afford community college. One should know that the Ivy League university she attended before cost a whopping seventy thousand usd per year. Otherwise, why would so many people still be repaying student loans until they were forty or fifty years old?

Is this the backward Da Xia? Who exactly is backward?

“Because this is Yan Jing, the capital of Da Xia. How could it not be prosperous?”

“Do you think this is Northwest Province?” Lu Ze sighed helplessly.

Lucy was good in every way, except her geographical knowledge was simply appalling.

Is this a characteristic of people from Eagleland? That is, they have absolutely no concept of geography.

“Later we need to transfer flights, then transfer to a car, to reach my hometown’s county town.”

“Then take a shuttle bus… It will still take a whole day of travel to get back to my hometown by various means of transport.”

Listening to Lu Ze’s lengthy answer.

The number of transfers alone was no less than four or five.

Lucy immediately gasped. This was indeed remote enough. Was that place still on Earth?

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