Years: Salted fish life since going to the countryside.

Chapter 1601 Subway Rumors
Han Li glanced at his watch, then looked up at the crowd of people, both black and white, coming and going at the subway entrance not too far ahead. He felt that it was still a safe time, so he decided to experience the New York subway, which is most characteristic of this era.

After Han Li bought a ticket and entered the subway station, he discovered that a gate separated two completely different worlds.

Although the area outside the gate wasn't exactly clean or tidy, it was passable.

But after passing through the gate, it becomes a chaotic and filthy world, with the air filled with the smells of excrement, tobacco, and sweat.

The ground, walls, pillars, carriages, seats, and windows—almost everywhere people could reach—were covered in all sorts of messy graffiti.

There's so much graffiti that other people don't even have a clean place to spray their own letters or designs.

Some of these graffiti promote hip-hop culture, while others are filled with various sexual innuendos and contact numbers related to sex. In hidden places, there are even advertisements for selling leaves and flour.

Han Li endured the smoky smell and looked at the messy graffiti, frowning as he followed the two people in subway police uniforms into the carriage.

As soon as these two men entered, the several Black men who were sitting there immediately fled their seats as if they were running away. One of them even wiped the bench he had been sitting on with his sleeve.

Even so, the two men were not satisfied. They glanced at the spot where the black man had just sat, stood aside with disgusted expressions, and began to grumble and curse.

Uniformed A: "These filthy, lowly pigs, every time I see them I want to shoot them. My dear cousin was infected with AIDS by these damned pigs."

Uniformed B: "It's such a waste to just throw them around like this. They should be sent back to the plantation to continue growing cotton. That's where they belong, not the place where they're wandering the streets like they are now."

Uniformed Person A: "I really don't know what those damn councilors are thinking, giving these pigs more and more rights and freedoms, making a mess of our city."

Uniformed Person B: "Who says otherwise? Some people just don't do their jobs properly and waste the taxes we pay every year."

Think about how nice our city used to be. But some people had the nerve to promote graffiti culture, turning many places that were once clean and tidy into a pile of dog shit.

This situation has become even more serious since public television broadcast "Hip Hop Storm" and "Spray Nation: New York Graffiti in the 1980s".

Subway stations, buildings, streets—anywhere no councilors, officials, or wealthy people pass by—are all smeared with graffiti by those damned pigs, turning many places into disgusting sights resembling filthy African hyenas.

What's most infuriating is that some self-proclaimed experts, journalists, and artists say this symbolizes the pursuit of freedom, not only fitting New York's definition as a free city but also showcasing a great international street culture.

Uniformed Person A: "The compromises made by those legitimate people with these black pigs have truly harmed us. They have not only brought terrible, incurable diseases, but also destroyed our living environment."

It is precisely because of the existence of these pigs that more and more people are starting to buy houses in the suburbs. Tomorrow I plan to go to Cold Spring, a town on the upper Hudson River, to look at a house.”

Uniformed Person B: "We think the same way. I'm also planning to move away from New York recently. I'd rather change jobs and drive more than an hour to work every day than live in New York anymore." Uniformed Person A: "Why? Didn't you not originally plan to?"

Uniformed B: "You don't know, those black pigs are like wriggling maggots, invading our living space every day. They're now living almost right next to my house."

I don't want my children to have any contact with these kinds of people. I don't want them to sneak into our house and steal our belongings one day when we're not paying attention, and I certainly don't want them to contract that terrible AIDS.

Han Li listened to the complaints and grumbling of the two white men, and glanced at the black men standing in the corner of the carriage in the distance, thinking to himself.

"This situation is unbearable for these extreme American people, but what they don't know is that the situation is still far from over."

In the days to come, American corporations, members of Congress, and politicians, for their own benefit and votes, will allow influential Black people in America to live in white neighborhoods.

For example, the key players on those basketball teams, such as Iman Boyd, Michael Jackson, and so on.

Let these people become a carrot dangling in front of all Black people and other minorities in America, so that more wealthy and talented people from around the world will try every means to immigrate here.

It brings more money, more talent, and more technology to the country, allowing those conglomerates to make even more money and thus better control everything they want.

Further on, with the tacit approval of those conglomerates, congressmen, and liberals, what other bizarre things will emerge on this land, such as Black Lives Matter, zero-dollar shopping, rainbow groups, and dozens of genders?

However, by then most white people had gradually become accustomed to these circumstances, and some of them even joined them for personal gain or to demonstrate that they had no racial prejudice.

Han Li sat on the subway, which was covered in colorful graffiti and a complete mess, listening to the two people in subway police uniforms complain, while reflecting on the changes in the United States.

At the same time, Han Li was also thinking about what methods and angles he should use to include as much of what he had seen as possible in his report.

Han Li never expected these reports to bring him any credit; he only wanted them to provide the "behind-the-scenes team" with more information.

Although most white people in New York complain about this graffiti, they also feel very resistant to this mixed smell in the subway.

But they are just ordinary people who have to buy tickets and take the subway every day to get to and from get off work. They start complaining as soon as they enter the station and continue to complain as soon as they exit.

It was in this environment and atmosphere that Han Li left the New York Metro after arriving at Central Park Station, along with the other passengers. He vowed never to ride the New York Metro again.

Han Li originally planned to go straight back to the Plaza Hotel for dinner and rest after getting off the train, but as soon as he walked out of the subway station, he heard exciting musical instruments and cheers coming from the park next door.

Han Li figured it was still early, and this area was arguably one of the safest in New York, so he started walking towards the source of the noise.
(End of this chapter)