Peerless War God in City

There were still many poor people.    

In the entire Great Xia, only two percent of people would be able to reach that level.    

In today's self-media era.    

Survivor bias, let many people only see, those surface, bright and beautiful life.    

They could not see those people who lived in the darkness.    

The vast majority of the people were living ordinary lives, day after day.    

However, Haotian had seen it before!    

That was why he hated the rich. To be exact, he hated the heartless rich!    

Many people believed that those who were poor deserved it. The reason why they were poor was because they didn't work hard!    

But was that really the case?    

Of course not!    

Many people were poor, not because they didn't work hard.    

But their vision, knowledge, and connections were all narrow.    

They tried their best to jump into the sky, but they were always blocked by the clouds.    

For example.    

For a poor family, even if they did their best to get their child into the best university in China, they would still have to start from an intern when they came out.    

After being busy for a few years, he had finally gotten on the right track and was just an ordinary white-collar worker!    

And the child of a rich family.    

Even if his grades were average, he would still be sent to study abroad, and when he returned from school, he would be a turtle.    

Or his father would start a company for him.    

Or, if he had a relationship, he would be hired by a big company to become a senior executive.    

The salary of a million yuan per year was a piece of cake.    

This was the difference!    

The difference between the rich and the poor!    

This gap couldn't be covered up!    

Haotian raised his wine cup and Wei Ran sighed. His expression was somewhat arrogant.    

That person was right about something just now.    

Poor!    

It was a disease!    

And it's hard to cure.    

But Haotian still hated his harshness.    

He might have had a good luck and a good birth, which was why he had such a magnificent life.    

However, this was not his reason and capital to belittle the poor!    

Over here.    

No one knew that Haotian was sighing in the corner.    

"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. This kind of thing, it wouldn't be good if Young Master Zhao heard about it!"    

Someone said.    

The people who were talking about it immediately stopped.    

After all, Zhao Family was not something that ordinary people like them could offend.    

Even if they had some questions, they could only suppress them. Other than the young man from before, there were not many people who dared to brazenly voice them out.    

At this moment.    

There was suddenly a face at the door. It was a luxurious sportscar.    

Then, an old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit walked out.    

Even though he was only wearing a middle mountain dress, the material he wore was not something ordinary cloth could compare to. It was made from top quality silk. One could tell that he had a very high status.    

After seeing the old man enter.    

Many people in the conversation immediately surrounded him enthusiastically.    

Although Hsingyi was revered by the five great families, there were still quite a few people of high standing beneath them.    

This person in front of him was one of them, and he was most likely to be the best winner of the auction tonight!    

The reason why these people were so enthusiastic was naturally because they wanted to get closer to him.    

"Elder Ma, you came too!"    

"You are in good spirits today. It seems that the Meng Lan Foundation belongs to you!"    

A middle-aged man with a bloated body smiled coquettishly at Ma Jinpeng.    

The rest of the people also spoke up, flattering Ma Jinpeng.    

If they could get his favor or good impression, it would be a great honor for them.