Lu Ming paced slowly at the steps of Gaston Building.
A black car slowly stopped, the door opened, and a graceful and gorgeous woman with red hair and a black dress tightly wrapped around her hot body walked out. It was Bridget.
Lu Ming smiled and took two steps forward: "Mrs. Bridget, welcome."
Seeing Bridget stretch out her slender hand wearing charming black lace gloves, Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly to perform the traditional Sonya hand-kissing ceremony. This was an etiquette that was not very popular among the Griffinni people. Normally, Ms. Sonya would only actively signal the other party that she could perform the hand-kissing ceremony to the man she trusted.
Lu Ming and Bridget walked up the stairs side by side. Bridget looked at the rows of men in black uniforms standing on both sides of the stairs and in front of the luxurious glass revolving door and smiled, "It looks like it's a mess in there."
Lu Ming said: "This is the security of the property management. You are right. It will take some effort to restore order in this chaotic building with more than 70 floors."
As they were talking, the two of them entered the building. The marble floor was shiny enough to let one see a mirror. The receptionist was tall and pretty. The newly installed elevator was no longer the old iron door push-pull type, but a new push-button elevator. The milky white indicator light complemented the surrounding environment.
Faintly, the Gaston Building has regained its former luxury.
Lu Ming explained: "Floors 1 to 5 and 55 to 60 are public areas. The elevators and residential areas are separated. Residents on high floors cannot take the elevator directly into the two public areas. This is how they are temporarily isolated from the chaos."
Bridget smiled and said, "It's still early. I want to go to the 5th floor and above. It's safe, right?"
However, she arrived an hour earlier than the originally agreed time, and called Lu Ming using the car phone when she was almost there. It seemed that she not only wanted to have a meal, but was also very curious about this slum area.
Lu Ming nodded: "Okay." He then said: "Go to the elevator in the residential area, this way!" He gestured with his hand and led Bridget to turn the corner, along the long corridor, and towards another row of elevators at the back of the building.
The elevator was very stable. Bridget stared at the changing floor indicators with her deep blue eyes and suddenly said, "I want to go to the 50th floor."
Lu Ming nodded. "You want to go to the most chaotic floor, right? In fact, all floors that can be reached by the elevator are under the effective control of the property management company. It's the floors above the 60th floor where there is no elevator. It's the most chaotic there, and the property management company can only guarantee one inspection per day. We can go and take a look, but..." He lowered his head and looked at the red crystal high heels that were faintly visible under Bridget's gorgeous black skirt.
Bridget chuckled, "Walking up a few flights of stairs is no problem."
Lu Ming whispered something to the security guard beside him.
The elevator was fast and steady, and stopped at the 60th floor, but Lu Ming asked to wait a moment.
A few minutes later, two burly men came down from another elevator, bringing a sliding chair.
There were also several men, each carrying a large sack.
Lu Ming smiled and said, "When you can't walk anymore, sit on this."
The sliding chair was made by Kunpeng when the elevator was not installed yet. In true Western style, it was prepared so as not to tire the master out, for him to inspect the floors. Even though Kunpeng knew that the master did not need it physically, he still had to prepare the necessary ceremonial items.
However, Lu Ming has never sat on it.
Looking at the sliding chair at this moment, Bridget smiled: "Your place is so strange, there is everything."
Walking up the stairs to the 61st floor, the environment suddenly changed. I could smell an unpleasant odor in the air through the stair security door, and the lights in the corridor were dim.
Lu Ming said, "Let's go up a little further. This place is close to the 60th floor. My development company's headquarters is on the 60th floor, so the security guards patrol the upper three or four floors more frequently every day, so it's not that chaotic here." He waved his hand again, and two big men lifted the sliding chair in front of Bridget.
Lu Ming smiled and said, "Sit down, don't let your feet get blisters. We have to walk up ten flights of stairs to the 70th floor, and then walk down from the 70th floor, one floor at a time."
"Okay!" Bridget didn't act pretentiously and sat in the sliding chair.
Everyone began to climb the stairs one level at a time. Lu Ming sighed beside them, "I tried my best to evacuate the fifteen floors that the elevators can't reach, but there's still not enough space down there. There are about three to four thousand people living on the fifteen floors."
Bridget nodded slightly.
Lu Ming was explaining all the way, and he went up to the tenth and seventieth floors without getting red in the face or out of breath. Instead, most of the dozen or so big men following him were out of breath. Although some of them were carrying large sacks, none of those who were not carrying sacks were as relaxed as Lu Ming.
Bridget's deep blue eyes showed a hint of surprise, but she didn't say much.
By now we had reached the 70th floor. The safety door had long disappeared, and I seemed to hear someone walking up the stairs. Soon, a group of ragged children gathered at the stairwell.
They all knew Lu Ming, and when they saw him they began to line up neatly according to their size.
Bridget got off the sliding chair and looked at the scene in surprise.
The big men were carrying sacks full of hamburgers. They opened the sacks and gave the hamburgers to the children. The children cheered and were very happy.
Lu Ming said to Bridget, "Even if I don't come, the security guards who come to patrol every day will bring some food to the children. Now they won't starve to death. However, they have been living in an environment full of prostitution, gambling and drugs since they were young, and they have not received any education. It would be good if they can grow up to be a quiet laborer."
"What do the adults who live here do for a living?" Bridget asked.
"Before, when I had to climb dozens of flights of stairs, this place was like hell. There were all kinds of people, such as drug adulteration workshops, people selling blood and organs, begging on the lower floors or outside. Women were especially miserable, and there were also people working as slaves for gang members..." After a pause, Lu Ming said, "What I'm doing now is to create more job opportunities for them."
As they talked, the two slowly entered the corridor on the 70th floor. Most of the windows here were broken before, but even though they had just been repaired, some of the window glass was still missing, obviously broken by someone on purpose. Among the homeless, there are those who are full of destructive desires without benefiting others.
The rooms had no doors. Women with wooden faces were walking around naked inside. Drug addicts could also be seen lying like corpses, weakly stuffing cheap white flour into their mouths.
There were also several homeless people lying in the room, and no one knew what they were doing.
Whenever he sees people who are so hungry that they seem to have no strength, the big man will throw a hamburger in. When he sees them, they will immediately crawl over to grab it. Lu Ming shook his head, thinking that he was just feeding livestock. But this is the reality here. For many refugees, it’s good enough if they don’t starve to death. What self-esteem is that
"The security guards who patrol every day now spread disinfectant. There used to be frequent outbreaks of infectious diseases here, and the 72nd floor is still sealed."
Bridget walked slowly and asked, "The free food provided by the entire Gaston Building every day must cost a lot of money, right?"
Lu Ming nodded.
"From now on, the money will be paid by our foundation, and we will also hire a medical team to come in and check their bodies once a month and provide them with necessary free medicines," said Bridget.
With the more than one million yuan raised, a new fund to support refugees in Guatemala was registered and managed by the Yaji Association.
Lu Ming nodded, "Okay." He added, "In fact, temporary food relief and medicine distribution are not a big deal. The main thing is to find a way for them to survive. They can't just live on relief food. We can study it. The more than one million you have can be invested in industry and provide thousands of jobs for these Gad refugees, but you have to think carefully about which direction to invest in."
Bridget nodded thoughtfully.