A simple bungalow next to the luxurious villas of the rich.

About a few decades ago, a large number of retired soldiers in this country not only did not receive preferential treatment from the country after their return, but also faced the terrible problem of unemployment. They had no source of income, not even their own land.

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However, this country also had strange policies at that time. For example, if you built a house here, then the land belonged to you.

A large number of retired soldiers, as well as people wandering from other places, began to choose to build their own homes in such prime locations. Two-story, three-story, or even one-story houses.

, like mushrooms springing up after a rain, quickly occupying these golden places with incomparable sea views.

But in the slums built in this way, of course there are not many entertainment facilities. At best, they are small parks or simple football fields built by the gangs that control the major slums.

Luo Qiu discovered that the umbrella brought by the maid would soon be out of use because another large piece of dark cloud had drifted from the beach.

You Ye has the habit of arranging flowers in the club lobby. Before coming to this city, where Luo Qiu originally lived, the maid had a flower shop that she usually went to.

But when I come here, I'm afraid I need to find another hotel. Even though my stay in Rio this time won't be too long.

"This flower shop seems good."

Of course, it is not in the slums, but on the other side of a street, where the wealthy people belong. The flower shop is generally a white house, and there are many South American flower species displayed outside. The common species in Luoqiu are here.

Rarely visible.

"You choose, I'll take a look at it." Luo Qiu smiled. He rarely studied flowers if it wasn't necessary.

Seeing You Ye walk up to the flower shop owner and ask, Luo Qiu began to look at the varieties available here.

He walked curiously to a plate of plants with the name "Brazilian Iris" written on it. Looking at the white jade-like flowers and leaves and the butterfly-like blue petals, he actually wanted to buy it.

"This Brazilian iris has another name, jade butterfly."

Boss Luo turned around.

It was a man wearing a dark blue casual suit, about less than thirty years old. As the man spoke, he walked to the pot of plants, smiled, looked at Luo Qiu, and suddenly asked: "Chinese?

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The man also had an oriental face, and he took the initiative to ask questions in the native language of the Chinese people.

Boss Luo nodded with a smile and said casually: "Yes, I'm here for a few days. Hello, my name is Luo Qiu."

"Traveling? This is not a good choice." The man also smiled, but also extended his hand, "Hello, my name is Song Haoran, I am very happy to meet you, my compatriot."
Chapter completed!