There’s an exhibition showing people what great progress Chinese Communist Party had achieved.
I got a ticket and went there.
I waited in the line to get checked (for security).
When it was my turn, I stood at the check point to let the security people to scan me. A woman in uniform ordered me to do what she wanted. But she was very rude, arrogant, and unhappy. Exactly I’d say she was hateful, because she saw I was young, I didn’t look violent, and more because I was apparently not a beijing native. After she checked my body, she ordered me to open my hands with discrimination, hatred and anger in beijing accent. I was not able to understand what she said immediately, because of her fast, discriminating, and hateful accent. Then she ordered me to do again hatefully without looking at me. I still could not understand what she said. All of a sudden, she thundered “Open your hands!!!” with extreme hatred and her faces looked like heated to be red. I opened my hands. She checked and shouted “Go!”.

It is my experience to enjoy the achievement of my great homeland.
It is the treatment I got from the people living in the heart of my great homeland.
It is the treatment from my dear from-the-same-womb.
And it is one of the footmarks of what Han Chinese have been telling the world.

I rented a room to live in.
I got a bill to pay for the water and electricity.
According to the bill, there were 2 tons of water I should pay. But the water meter showed I only used 0.4 tons of water.
I refused to pay.
The real estate agent shouted, “You used water. Don’t you want to pay?”
I told him that I only used 0.4 tons (30.2-29.8), not 2 tons.
He shouted, “30-29.8=1, 30.2-30=1, sum up, it is 2.”
I asked why it wasn’t 0.4?
“Because your attitude was bad. You didn’t want to pay for the water. If your attitude was good, even if you used 50 tons, I wont charge you!”
And he said to a bystander, “I don’t mind money. If his attitude was good, even if 500 Yuan, it is nothing for me, I wont charge. But his attitude was bad (so I should charge him 2 tons).”
In the end, I paid for 1 ton of water.

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Questions,
Which one happened earlier? His offensive or my resistance?
If my attitude was good, instead of 0.4 tons, I should have paid 2 tons of water. How could he not charge me if 50 tons?
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The real estate agent is a typical Han Chinese, which offend others and slander others to be right, and to make the victim to be wrong. Extremely hypocritical!

I visited a company.
A cleaner told a story about her boss’s son, a 6 year old. “Today, he called me aunt because he wanted me to help him. He has always called me Xiao Li before.”

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The Han Chinese cleaner knew what the title of Xiao meant (It means the lower). And she was happy when she was called aunt (the upper).

That’s Han Chinese sadness and Han Chinese happiness.

One of my working colleagues told me a story about her friend, a beijing native.

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Her husband studied very hard and they paid a lot of money. And in the end her husband even successfully went to America. She told all of the people she could remember about her husband and she drew a lot of envy. She was that happy because of the envy. But a year later, her husband told her that he wanted to come back, because it was not easy for him to find a job in America. She told him no, he could not come back even if he would die in America.
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That’s an example of Han Chinese family, Han Chinese home, Han Chinese love, Han Chinese couple.

I have the question:
If the quake victims were still alive, would they do the same?

I was preparing for moving.
I posted an ad in newspaper to sell some computer devices, monitor, TV set and other belongings. And the price was quite low.
I got a lot of calls.
Two women working in Dongcheng wanted to buy my TV set. But they asked me to visit them with the TV set. They wanted to have a look and negotiate with me. I refused. Later, they called me again and asked me to let them know my detailed address. I did and asked whether they could guarantee the deal. They said nothing. I didn’t know if they really wanted to buy the TV set. I even didn’t know if they would visit me really.

At around 6 PM, a man came. I name him MA.
MA checked everything, but he didn’t buy.
He stayed.
Minutes later, another 3 men came. They bought my computer devices and monitor.
I helped those 3 men to carry something heavy to go downstairs and to the main load to find a taxi. MA said he wanted to go home and went with us.
After the 3 men had a taxi to get in. I turned back to go home. Surprisingly, MA followed me and told me he wanted to stay in my room for a while and wanted to talk to me, because he found me very kind. At that time, I didn’t know what it meant when he said I was kind. I thought he praised me.
We walked and talked on the way home.
After we got in the apartment I rented, he told me again that he found me very kind. I just misunderstood him another time. Then, he asked a lot of my privates. And he told me I really sold my belongings at very low price. And he told me he had ever found some computer device on a road, which he later found worked perfectly. “Others just thought it rubbish. And they would kick it aside when they saw it. But I picked it up back home, and it works like a new one.”
At about 7:30 PM, another 2 men came. They checked my TV set and bought it. They carried it downstairs by themselves.
MA still stayed in my room talking to me.
At around 8:30 PM, surprisingly, the two women came to my door. When they knew I had sold out the TV set, they started to blame me, scold me, rebuke me, and insult me. But I thought since they could not guarantee anything, why I should keep my TV set for them? The two women were still scolding me outside my door and provoked me to go out to have a fight with them. Then, I knew they were not the persons I could talk to. I wanted to shut my door to keep them out and let them do whatever they wanted. But when my hand reached the door, MA suddenly ran to me and pushed me aside. He stood there bowing to the two women. He apologized again and again until the two women turned back to go downstairs with dirty words. Then MA shut the door and rebuked me, “You didn’t know how dangerous it was! They were so rude! So arrogant! So vicious! So violent! So aggressive! If they broke in, what would happen?! You also should consider if your neighbors came out, all of them would blame you. You made the trouble. You made the conflict!”
I got surprised by what he did and what he said.
He still stayed in my room arrogantly rebuking me like an educator, a judge, an instructor.
Later, he told me it was too late for him to go back home, he wanted to take something back to make her girlfriend happy. He started to check my belongings to see if there’s anything he was interested in. He found my pan. It was quite new. It cost me about 150 Yuan. I didn’t want to sell it. But he insisted on buying it. I told him if he really wanted to buy, he’d pay 60 Yuan. He said too expensive. I said at least 50 Yuan. He said 10 Yuan. I got a very bad feeling and thought I preferred giving it to a waste collector to selling at 10 Yuan to him. He said, “I found you were very kind. I thought you could agree to sell me something at very low price. It is why I came back when I wanted to go home. And it is why I stayed here for so long. We are good friends. You should give a friend a gift. You can give it to me as a gift to a friend.” He inserted 10 Yuan to my hand and took the pan downstairs.

That night, I wanted to vomit.

I rented a room.
The landlord was a retired policeman. He was around 60 years old.
Before I moved into that room, he had told me that he had a hobby of associating with women.
I thought it none of my business.
After I moved in, I found he had sex with a young woman almost once every two days. And sometimes he had sex with other women. He told me those women were his friends. And he told me non beijing native women were very cheap. “Last year, non beijing native whores charged 50 Yuan/time. But they charge 30 Yuan today. If you pay 20 Yuan, they do. And I don’t pay 1 Fen to fuck those women. I registered in several marriage agencies and posted ads there to look for a woman to marry. I told those women I am old and have an apartment. Many women want to marry me. They are from other areas and poor. They think they can inherit my apartment after my death. But actually I don’t want to marry any of them. I only want to have free sex with them. If they come, I tell them we need a trial marriage. And after I get bored, I will tell them I don’t want to marry them and let them go. They are from all over china. The youngest is 17, and the oldest is over 70. Now I keep relationship with a 26 year old woman. But I get bored of her. You will see the 17 years old girl in a few days. I will let her live in my room in the future. You live alone. Do you want to fire your big gun? We beijing natives call calling whores firing a big gun. The non beijing native whores are very cheap. And some of them are very beautiful. Before I retired, I had worked as a policeman. Sometimes we went out to raid those whores to fine them. Some of those whores were very beautiful! Really beautiful! Ah yeah really that beautiful! Ah … Ah … that beautiful! But we rebuked them to teach them the moral codes to let them know how to be a human. They should have dignity. They should not do anything against their own dignity. Ah! Some of those whores were really very beautiful!!!” (He regretted that he couldn’t fuck those captured whores.)
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Several months later, I moved out. I worried about diseases. And that retired policeman had had sex with four women during my renting.

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My landlord is a typical Han Chinese, who can have two moral values in his soul at the same time and the two values are opposite to each other.
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* 1 Fen = 0.01 Yuan

When I rode my bike to my office, I saw several female and male personnels in uniforms standing on the roadside with nailed sticks in hand. When some people passed by, they got checked. And some bikes got held.
I was curious.
I went ahead and watched those who held the nailed sticks.
When I passed by, they rushed to me to round me up and shouted “stop!” “stop!”.
I stopped and asked why.
They didn’t explain. They just ordered me to turn in my bike, and ordered me to show my ID.
I showed them my ID.
They ordered me to show some evidence to prove the bike was mine.
I told them I was going to work and I had no enough time to go back home to get the invoice to prove it, and asked whether I could show them the invoice after I got off my work. They locked my bike on the roadside and told me to get the bike back by showing them the invoice.
I had no better choice. I had to walk back to my room to find the invoice. But when I came back, my bike was moved to another place. I had to walk to find my bike.
After showing them my invoice, I got my bike back. And I complained that I had never done anything wrong.
I didn’t get any explanation, but got retorted “you hadn’t got captured to Changping!” And I saw the men in uniforms were full of hatred.

I got to my office about 1 hour late.
Today, I can still see the eyes staring at me full of hatred.
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Analysis,

* Why did I get checked?

It is because I was not beijing native. They didn’t check any beijing native, as if no beijing native had done anything wrong, or no people from other area were not thefts or not robbers. But the truth was beijing native committed crimes in uniforms or they robbed other people by asking for donation, or for love!

* They hated non-beijing-native so much. The hatred in their mind was like the active volcano. Usually, those people in uniforms could not find a good job. They were not competitive. But they held the nailed stick to check those people who financially supported them. They just hated their financial supporters mindlessly. They discriminated non native people so much.

* They seized non-beijing-native to Changping concentration camp to do hard work to “make money” to buy a transportation ticket to expel them.

It was the first time for me to attend an employment meeting after I went to beijing. The meeting was held in Agriculture Exhibition Hall in the east of beijing.
I put on the best suit I had before I went out.
I looked clean.
I also looked confident.
I got on a bus with my resume.
I imagined what kinds of boss or recruitment people I would meet.
After I got off the bus, I found it was so crowded there.
I bought a ticket at 10 Yuan.
I entered the hall.

I stayed at the booth where there’s a company I was interested in.

I tried to talk to the people behind the desk. Surprisingly, they could not speak chinese. They spoke in Japanese. And one of them pointed at a signboard to let me have a look. I found it read “Japanese language needed” in chinese. I got embarrassed. I said sorry and wanted to leave. But I saw those Japanese bowed to me with smile. When I smiled back, they bowed again.

It made me in a good mood.

I continued walking in the hall and looking for the companies I would be interested in.

When I saw a recruitment agency company, I stayed. I wanted to register. I asked a young female staff to give me a form to fill. She glimpsed at me as if her eyeballs were all white. She reluctantly gave me a form with a whiplash on the desk. (I didn’t feel her attitude or behavior strange because almost all Han Chinese did in that way. What surprised me was those Japanese. Should people be that polite? I asked and also enjoyed.)
There’s some blank I was not certain whether I should fill, and I asked the woman.
She answered me by shouting like a thunderstorm full of hatred and despise, “How can we do if you don’t fill?!”
Her accent showed me that she was beijing native.
I gave the form back to her. She grabbed it and whiplash it to the pile of paper heavily. She hated non-beijing-native that much! (beijing natives sucked blood of non natives like parasites in china. But we, who supported their shameful lives, got hated so much by them the parasites.)
She looked like an active volcano of hatred.

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It shocked me that much.
I could not calm down. After I got back, I hadn’t been able to sleep well for days.

I asked myself repeatedly why my dear from-the-same-wombs treated me so rudely, so hatefully, while the dog-fathered inferior Japanese monsters treated me so politely. Why were the dear not dear? Why were the monsters not monsters? Why was the truth opposite to what han chinese have been telling? (I had been told that how bad Japanese were, and how good Chinese were before.)