I took care of the homeless man's food for five days.
On the sixth day, he led a team to raid the entrance of my store.
Twenty-three "nail trucks" that had been blocked for two years were cleared in two hours.
I just found out that he was the newly appointed urban management team leader. In those five days, he found out the doorways behind every car.
And he still remembers the bowl of porridge I handed out to him under the bridge twenty years ago.
The car left and my misfortune came.
Internet celebrities said I was "fishing for law enforcement" and my neighbors scolded me for "backstabbing my neighbors".
The smuggling gang in the dark made harsh words, and the real estate developer's red envelope was stuffed into my drawer.
On a rainy night, he tore open his old shirt to reveal the scars left for the investigation:
"Old Zhang, this alley is not clean. You gave me a life twenty years ago, and today I give you a road here."
In the marketplace, good and evil only exist between the dishes and chopsticks.
From the kindness of a bowl of porridge to the life and death of an alley——
What we have uncovered is the acne of the entire city.
"Coming?" I stirred the hot porridge in the pot.
"It's cold today, I'll give you more."
(Urban Reality·High IQ Game | Market version of "Hurious" | A bowl of porridge overturns the chain of interests)
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