Tap, tap, tap.
Zhu Zhengwei walked all the way.
Western-style buildings, old structures, nightclubs, newspaper boys, and all kinds of sallow and thin people, the huge gap between rich and poor, all seemed to fit the societal structure of a "Doomsday Shelter."
The entire city's population numbered in the hundreds of thousands, but the slums occupied most of it.
He stealthily took a silver dollar from the pocket of a wealthy businessman by the roadside and hailed a rickshaw.
"Sir, where to?"
The man had a somewhat simple expression, his body was skinny and bare-chested, ribs protruding on his lean frame.
"Just take me around, tell me about the recent events." Zhu Zhengwei said, tossing him a silver dollar.
The skinny man took the silver dollar and his eyes widened, stuttering, "Sir, this is too much, I don't have change."
"It's okay, keep it." Zhu Zhengwei replied.
