After Ren Xiaosu fell asleep, Sister Xiaoyu suddenly pulled Yan Liuyuan aside and asked, "Why didn't you tell your brother about what happened at school?"
"Sister Xiaoyu, keep your voice down," Yan Liuyuan said. He pulled Sister Xiaoyu away and said, "I can't tell him."
"Why can't you tell him? Get your brother to teach those rascals a lesson. Why are they giving you and Dalong nicknames and rummaging through your things?" Sister Xiaoyu said angrily.
Yan Liuyuan whispered, "If I want to teach them a lesson, I can do it myself. But it wasn't easy for my brother to come here because of Big Sister Xiaojin, so how can I cause trouble for him at a time like this? "
After Yan Liuyuan enrolled in school, his classmates immediately guessed he was a refugee due to their different understanding of life.
Yang Xiaojin had arranged for Yan Liuyuan to attend the best school in Stronghold 88. The students here were not ordinary people to begin with, and many of the students' parents were extremely well-informed. As such, they already knew about the refugee enrolment in school.
At first, the students just called Yan Liuyuan a refugee. Later, as the rumors spread, some people even started calling him and Wang Dalong hooligans. In any case, there was only a difference of one word.
The teacher also placed Yan Liuyuan and Wang Dalong's seats in the last row and purposely left the seats next to them empty.
But from the beginning to the end, Yan Liuyuan did not respond to any of this directly.
To Yan Liuyuan, Ren Xiaosu had already done too much for him, so it was not a big deal for him to do something for Ren Xiaosu.
Early in the morning, Ren Xiaosu took Yan Liuyuan to buy clothes. Since someone invited him and told him to dress formally, there was no need for him to be pretentious.
Because of this, Wang Fugui had specially given all the money that he had recently exchanged to Ren Xiaosu. Although he did not know where Ren Xiaosu had gotten the gold, Lao Wang was very clear that Ren Xiaosu had a lot of gold on him. It was so much that he could not imagine it.
Sister Xiaoyu repeatedly reminded Ren Xiaosu not to be thrifty and to dress beautifully.
But when he arrived at the famous clothing store in the stronghold, Ren Xiaosu realized there were no legendary gowns in the store.
"Boss," Ren Xiaosu called the boss over. "Do you have formal wear? Let the two of us try. "
An old man walked out with a tape measure hanging around his neck and two sleeves on his arms. "You're looking for formal wear?"
Ren Xiaosu nodded. "Let's see if there's anything that we can wear."
The old man carefully sized up Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan. Then he suddenly said, "I'm sorry, but I can't sell it to you."
"Wait a minute." Ren Xiaosu was surprised. "Why can't you sell it if you have the money?"
"It's really not about the money." The old man patiently explained, "The rules of our stronghold state that if you want to buy formal wear, you have to be a government official. Besides, formal wear is custom-made here. The two of you must be buying it for tonight's event, right? The custom-made process will take more than 20 days. Even if you order it now, you won't be able to wear it."
The old man spoke very politely and did not give off a condescending vibe. However, the objective facts he mentioned made Ren Xiaosu feel very helpless.
At first, he thought the Yang Clan had invited him and Yan Liuyuan to show off their financial resources. They thought a refugee like him would not be able to afford formal wear.
But it was only when he got here that he realized the Yang Clan was trying to show off their status.
Ren Xiaosu led Yan Liuyuan out of the shop. He went to look for the streetcar stop sign to see which streetcar would take him to the Yang Clan's manor.
However, after looking at the stop sign for a long time, he still could not find the one marked as the Yang Clan's manor.
Ren Xiaosu asked a passerby beside him, "Hello, may I know how to get to Qingyang Manor by streetcar?"
The passerby was surprised. "Qingyang Manor? You're going there? Why are you going there? "
Ren Xiaosu explained, "We're going to attend the Yang Clan's banquet tonight."
"Haha." The passerby laughed. "You're so funny. You have to drive to the banquet yourself. Who would take the streetcar there? The people who live there don't have to squeeze into the streetcar like us every day! "
Ren Xiaosu realized there was no streetcar that led to the banquet. If they wanted to get there, they would have to take the streetcar to the vicinity and then walk more than ten kilometers to get there.
The so-called custom-made suits and the vehicles they would have to take to attend the banquet were all like the gap between the refugees and the consortiums.
Under the rules of the stronghold, the gap between the classes of humans was like an insurmountable moat that could not be bridged even with money.
In the eyes of the consortiums, money was like quicksand in their hands, while power was the fortress that guarded it.
"Bro," Yan Liuyuan said dejectedly, "they're doing this on purpose, aren't they?"
"Mhm." Ren Xiaosu nodded.
The other party probably knew they would not be able to buy a suit that fitted them. The consortiums used their brains to scam people, but they were openly cutting them with a blunt knife.
Yan Liuyuan thought that with Yang Xiaojin around, the stronghold might slowly start accepting them. So he would rather put up with it and think things would get better after some time.
But he realized the other party would only get worse. Yan Liuyuan whispered, "Why don't we not go?"
Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "Sure, why not? Before we leave the stronghold, let's go and see what the consortiums' banquet is all about."
When they returned home in the afternoon, they saw Luo Lan eating and drinking in the yard. When Luo Lan saw the two of them, he was amused. "Didn't you say you were going to have a banquet? Why are you back so soon?"
Ren Xiaosu was also amused. It was clearly a nice banquet, but why did it sound so cheap to Luo Lan?
Ren Xiaosu did not feel embarrassed. "We went out to buy some clothes in the morning, but when we arrived at the store, we were informed that we had to have our clothes custom-made in advance. We even had to have our official status in the stronghold. Furthermore, the streetcar doesn't go there."
When Luo Lan heard this, he frowned. "Didn't they invite you in advance or send a car to pick you up?"
"No." Ren Xiaosu shook his head.
"Those bastards are deliberately scamming us." Luo Lan slammed the table and stood up. "This is outrageous! I'll go with you later. We'll wear casual clothes, take the streetcar, and walk there! Let's see which bastard dares to talk behind our backs! I've also received an invitation, but I wasn't planning on going! "
With that, Luo Lan flashed the invitation he was carrying. It was exactly the same as the one Ren Xiaosu and Ren Xiaosu had received.
Ren Xiaosu looked at Luo Lan with a smile. "What are you trying to do now?"
"I can't just freeload off you, can I?" Luo Lan wiped his mouth. "Besides, we're friends, friends!"
"Aren't you afraid of being rolled at with us?" Ren Xiaosu chuckled.
"Hehe." Luo Lan laughed and said, "Although I'm a hostage now, I'm also the most valuable hostage in the entire Southwest. They all know what kind of person Qing Zhen is, so it's understandable that the Yang Clan wants to hold me hostage. But if some insignificant people want to make things difficult for me, they'll have to see if they're qualified enough. Even if I kill someone in this stronghold, they won't dare to do anything to me. The person in charge of the Kyung Clan right now is Qing Zhen, the vengeful Qing Zhen! That's my younger brother! "
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