What was presented in front of Zhou Ming was a very magical picture. On the right side of Zhou Ming was a small park with many tents set up inside. There were many people gathered on the benches and open spaces. It was obviously a wanderer camp.

The homeless men in these camps, sitting or standing, were like walking corpses, occasionally looking at the direction of the city, full of desire for those beautiful houses.

Opposite this Wanderer Camp is a commercial square, where several real estate companies are doing promotion activities.

The staff of the real estate company kept waving the slogans in their hands and pulled the passers-by to promote their houses, but the passers-by just shook their hands impatiently and seemed to have no interest at all.

A road is divided into two completely different worlds.

"These hateful bastards! There are so many people who need a house opposite them, but they turn a blind eye to it. Mr. President's residents have a plan to give these homeless people a home!"

Rice said angrily, and at the same time she was glad that Zhou Ming brought her out to see this situation: "I must report to Mr. Cherney to Mr. President. These damn miscellaneous pieces are not done as the President's arrangements at all! No wonder Mr. President's bill has never worked!"

Zhou Ming thought this was normal. After all, for these real estate companies, if there is no national strategy, they will not care about it. How can they make money?

Compared to the poor tramps on the opposite side who have nothing to do, they have to work hard to help them run errands. It is better to find someone who can apply for a bank loan normally.

And there may be people who have more evil ideas. Their house sales are all decent people with houses. Even if they carry a lot of mortgage loans, car loans, and even a lot of student loans, they are at least decent people with stable address and stable jobs. They still feel very superior to these poor tramps.

So they don’t want to sell houses to these guys!

The facts that happened later seemed to verify Zhou Ming's conjecture. He saw someone crossing the road in the camp with traffic and coming to the commercial square. He begged to buy a house, but the people at the real estate company just laughed: "These rags, please go find a job with stable income first, otherwise we won't sell doghouses if you are like this now."

The wanderer immediately got angry and said angrily: "But the company needs me to provide a stable address. If I don't have a house, I can't find a job!"

It seems that the wanderer is still a little bit of culture. He also said that he saw on TV that the president can provide loan opportunities for middle- and low-income people like himself, and that he can apply for such loans.

"If Mr. President says this, you should go to Mr. President, maybe he's willing to provide you with a room in the White House, rather than telling jokes here!"

The real estate company joked and said that they were helpless, and some people were very annoyed and asked him to get out, saying that their house was something he didn't deserve!

In the end, the wanderer could only shake his head and sigh, and then walked across the road in shame back to the homeless camp. Even due to disappointment and loss, he was almost hit by a car.

And when he returned to the Wanderer camp, he was greeted not with sympathy and encouragement, but with ridicule and curse.

"You idiot, you told you that there is no mortgage, and people like us can't get it at all

Mortgage!”

"You think it's the same as you used to. If you're a university professor, you can easily get a mortgage, but you're no longer there. You're like us, just like you, you're garbage!"

"Why do you still want to get out of the camp? You are a stupid pig, so you have such stupid ideas!"

"Bitch, don't walk out of the camp casually. If the real estate company complains that a police officer comes to clean us up, I will definitely twist your head off, I swear..."

The homeless man could only walk back to his tent in response to countless ridicule and curses.

Of course, all the way was that other homeless people were bullied and pushed, and some even deliberately blocked him.

"These people are too much. He just wants to own his own house, and that's nothing wrong!" Les said sympathetically.

"So you want to help him?" Zhou Ming asked Les.

Rice was stunned at first, but still shook his head firmly: "It would be simple to just help him, but this kind of thing is common, and it is meaningless for us to help him now."

"If Ms. Rice doesn't want it, I would rather, and most importantly, I think it's a good opportunity!"

ah?

Les looked at Zhou Ming blankly. Before Les could figure out what Zhou Ming was saying, Zhou Ming took out the phone and dialed Franklin's number and told him directly: There is the opportunity he wants here!

Rice stared blankly at Zhou Ming taking out his mobile phone to dial the number, and then at the end, and after a while, he asked: "Mr. Zhou Ming, it's a coincidence that you called Mr. Franklin just now, because the president of Meifang Company seems to be called Franklin."

Zhou Ming smiled and told her: "If you don't need to mess with me, I'm calling the president of the US housing department."

Rice thought for a strange expression and reminded him: "Mr. Holland of Meidi is closer to Mr. President."

Zhou Ming nodded and said that he knew: "But I think Mr. Franklin is better to speak."

Zhou Ming also said: "And I don't want him to come here to do charity, but give him a chance to be ahead."

Having said that, Les stopped saying anything because she had already thought of Zhou Ming's layout.

Only Rice had a clue, but Zhou Ming threw out another sentence: "How is it? Are you interested in becoming a pioneer?"

"What...what pioneer?" Les asked stiffly.

However, Zhou Ming did not answer her, but took her directly toward the Wanderer Camp.

The arrival of Zhou Ming and Les caused a burst of exclamations in the Wanderers' camp. After all, Zhou Ming and Les' dress were obviously incompatible with the Wanderers' camp.

Especially Les, she was harassed by countless verbal verbals, which scared her to hide behind Zhou Ming.

Even the boss of the camp was alarmed, and he stopped Zhou Ming and asked what they were doing.

Of course, Zhou Ming did not go deep into this wanderer camp to see if it was really that dangerous. After being stopped, Zhou Ming directly told him: "We are federal government staff and are here to provide you with housing opportunities."

Housing opportunity?

The camp boss and the others looked at each other, and no one understood what Zhou Ming was talking about.

"I'm very sorry, maybe it's your accent problem. You said you are here to provide housing opportunities for these assholes? These assholes who don't have jobs?" The camp owner said.

I asked again with uncertainty.

Zhou Ming smiled and nodded and said, "I believe you all have heard of subprime loans for low- and middle-income people and minorities. As long as you lend this money through a loan company, you can live in the house you want!"

The atmosphere at the scene first condensed, and then burst into laughter.

"Are you Chinese crazy? You said that someone would lend us a mortgage?"

"We are all abandoned by God, how could we live in our own house? No one is willing to sell it to us!"

"Get out of you bastards. Is it interesting to deceive us..."

It is obvious that these people who live in the Wanderer Camp all day do not believe it at all. Rice is anxious to help Zhou Ming explain, but in the end he only gets more ridicule.

The camp boss was also laughing, but he was quite polite: "You two guys, although I don't know what your purpose is, I advise you not to attack my camp anymore, and get out!"

However, a pair of eyes in the camp lit up, the middle-aged man who just crossed the street and wanted to buy a house.

He hurriedly climbed out of his tent, almost rolled and crawled in front of Zhou Ming, and couldn't wait to say, "I want to buy a house, can you help me with a loan?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly stagnated again.

It seemed that no one expected that this guy would suddenly come out to make a scene, and it seemed that the dignity of the homeless camp was challenged. The homeless people were beaten in the face, and they immediately became furious.

They kept insulting the middle-aged man, scolding him for not coming out, telling Zhou Ming that he wanted to buy a house, scolding him for having such whimsical ideas, scolding him for causing great trouble to their wanderer camp, and even in the end they threatened, and even some people began to push him.

Even the boss of the Wanderer Camp seemed very unhappy: "Sanrende, go back to your tent, there is no place for you to talk to?"

The middle-aged man was attacked one after another, and he subconsciously shrank his neck, looking very frightened and scared.

But when he saw Zhou Ming again, he suddenly asked with a bold heart: "Can you really bring me a mortgage?"

Zhou Ming nodded: "Of course there is no problem. This is the assistant lady of the President's National Security Affairs. If you don't believe me, don't you believe her?"

Les glared at Zhou Ming: Damn, has he been exploited by him again?

However, he still smoothed out Zhou Ming and helped Zhou Ming admit that the federal government does have special loans to all middle- and low-income people and minorities in the United States. In theory, his loan can also be applied for.

Koles' testimony still cannot convince middle-aged people and other wanderers.

"Why do you say you can give us a mortgage?"

"We know that these mortgages are given to Meifang and Meidi Company. These white people are bad, so they won't give them to us!"

"Do you think you can call the CEO of Meifang or Meidi Company? Can you still make a decision for him?"

"I think you're just liars..."

But just when these people were questioning Zhou Ming and Les, several luxury cars suddenly stopped on the side of the park, and then a middle-aged man with a gray face and beard walked out of the car.
Chapter completed!