Is it really true that my elder brother lives in such a place?

If Mordhadi hadn't told Bidegla himself, he wouldn't have believed that Mordhadi actually lived here. When they were studying in Zhuhai City, they didn't go in this direction, so they had no idea that there was such a filthy and disordered place in Zhuhai City.

Not far away, tall buildings towered, exuding a modern atmosphere, while all around them were dilapidated and unsafe buildings, which was a great irony.

Not knowing the location of 20th Street, Bidegla quickly took out his phone and called his elder brother.

"Big brother, I'm at the entrance to the red light district, where the driver dropped me off. Can you come out and pick me up?" Bidegla spoke, then hung up the phone.

Before long, at the end of the street, a young man walked towards Bidegla, and it was indeed Mordhadi. Looking at him, Bidegla felt a lump in his throat and almost shed tears.

Bidegla had no idea that his elder brother actually lived in this place. If he hadn't insisted on coming today, he wouldn't have even known that while he lived in a villa every day, Mordhadi was holed up in a place like this, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Bidegla knew something about Mordhadi's family, and even though his monthly income was only three or four thousand, was it necessary for him to live in such a place?

Here, garbage was scattered everywhere, emitting a foul stench. Living here for a long time without falling ill would be the real oddity.

"Big brother," Bidegla hurriedly went to meet Mordhadi, his voice choking up.

"You should have let me know earlier if you were coming. I would have picked you up and spared you this sight," Mordhadi said, his face flashing with embarrassment.

"Let's go, let's go to your place," Bidegla naturally saw the embarrassment on his elder brother's face, and he must have felt uneasy about his arrival.

"Let's go," Mordhadi said, and then led the way.

"Is this where you live now?" Looking at the dilapidated small cottage in front of him, Bidegla widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Yeah, do you think I'm useless, making you laugh at me?" Seeing Bidegla's shocked face, Mordhadi felt even more ashamed. As Bidegla's elder brother, he couldn't even bring himself to speak while living in a place like this.

"Shut up," Bidegla immediately shouted at Mordhadi's words, saying, "Even if I were the worst person in the world, I would never make fun of my own brother. If you had told me earlier, I would have helped you, even if I had to go without food or drink."

Bidegla's words were resounding, but they only made Mordhadi feel even more embarrassed.

"Sigh," Mordhadi sighed and walked into the cottage, saying, "Come on in and sit down."

The exterior of the cottage was already very dilapidated, but when Bidegla walked in, he found it even more run-down. There were no furnishings or appliances in the room, except for a bed, and even the floor he was standing on had puddles, obviously due to leakage.

He had never imagined that his elder brother would actually live in such a place. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

"Sit wherever you like, the place may be a little run-down, but it's still habitable," Mordhadi forced a smile and sat down on the bed.

"Big brother, tell me the truth. Has your family encountered any difficulties? Tell me, I will definitely help you," Bidegla asked solemnly, sitting next to Mordhadi.

With Mordhadi's income, he definitely wouldn't live in such a place. So, Bidegla immediately suspected that something had happened to his family.

"No, don't overthink it, everything is fine at my home," Bidegla's words made Mordhadi's gaze evade, and then he turned his head away.

Seeing this scene, Bidegla smiled slightly, everything was clear to him.

"Brother, if you still consider me as your brother, then tell me what's wrong at your home. If you don't, I'll leave immediately," Bidegla spoke, then stood up, as if to leave.

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"Well, since you want to know, I'll tell you," Mordhadi turned around, looked at Bidegla, and then a look of sorrow appeared in his eyes as he said, "My mother has leukemia, and all of our family's savings have been exhausted."

"What?" Hearing Mordhadi's words, Bidegla was shocked. Leukemia, he knew what it was. It can be cured, but it requires at least five hundred thousand in expenses, a sum that an ordinary family simply cannot afford.

"Are you also sending your monthly salary back home, which is why you're forced to live here?" Bidegla asked, his face turning grim.

His own brother had such a big problem at home and yet he kept it from him. If he hadn't come today, he wouldn't have known.

"Yes, I have no other choice now," Mordhadi nodded, then grabbed his head with both hands, looking extremely pained.

After his mother was diagnosed with leukemia, their family's money was far from enough to cover the enormous cost, even with borrowing from various sources. If not for his mother's desperate situation, he would have sold his kidney.

Losing a kidney can be survived, but losing his mother would be truly irreplaceable.

"Brother, here is a million, take it to cure your mother's illness," seeing Mordhadi's painful expression, Bidegla didn't hesitate, and directly took out a bank card.

In the past, he was even poorer than Mordhadi, but now, money was not so important to him. In fact, if he wanted, he could become a billionaire in a day or two.

He didn't lack money now, but his brother was in such a desperate situation because of money. Thinking of this, he naturally had no hesitation in taking out the bank card.

The money that Jennie Laura gave him was more than three million, so he didn't lack this amount now.

"A million?" Hearing Bidegla's words, Mordhadi raised his head, his face showing disbelief.

It's said that a penny pinched is a penny earned. When there's no trouble, the amount of money doesn't matter, but when there's a crisis, the true importance of money is revealed.

For the sake of his mother's treatment, he had been extremely frugal, but even so, he was still far from enough. He had no way to make up for the shortfall.

Tens of thousands of dollars are not the same as thousands, and not even relatives would lend him the amount he needed. So, at this moment, seeing the bank card given by Bidegla, he was truly stunned.

He never expected Bidegla to take out a million without a second thought. At this moment, he looked at Bidegla as if he were a stranger.

"No, little brother, I can't take your money," it took a full minute for Mordhadi to react, and he pushed Bidegla's hand away.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What's more important, money or your mother's life? If you don't want your mother to get better, you can refuse my money," seeing that Mordhadi seemed unwilling to accept his money, Bidegla also sneered, then directly threw the bank card on the bed.

He could see that Mordhadi was in desperate need of this money, he might just be reluctant to accept it due to pride.

"Do not worry, I am lending you this money, not simply giving it to you. You can repay me in the future," Bidegla added quickly, fearing that Mordhadi might refuse the money.

With such a significant event, it would be a waste not to use the money. Saving a life is what truly matters. Nowadays, it is no longer a rare occurrence to struggle to afford medical treatment in this society. Without money, the only option is to wait for death. Therefore, Bidegla could not bear to watch Mordhadi's mother sit and wait for death.

"Very well, I will repay you in the future," Mordhadi said after a long pause, as if he had made a momentous decision, carefully tucking the card away as if it were a lifesaving sum of money, as indeed it was; his mother's life depended on that bank card.

"Now you are truly like a brother to me." Bidegla smiled when he saw Mordhadi finally tuck away the money.

Patting Mordhadi's shoulder, Bidegla said, "Let's go. I brought a bottle of good wine today. Let's have a proper reunion, just the two of us."

"Alright," Mordhadi said, feeling relieved now that he knew his mother's life was saved. He began to relax, and he could tell that Bidegla did not look down on him; otherwise, Bidegla would not have given him the money.

At a small restaurant in the Hongzhu District, Bidegla and Mordhadi entered.

"Betsy, prepare some of my favorite dishes with extra meat," Mordhadi shouted after taking his seat.

"Mordhadi, is this gentleman your friend?" A middle-aged woman approached their table, looking kindly at Bidegla.

"Yes, this is my good brother, who has finally come to visit today," Mordhadi replied, smiling.

"Please wait, I'll get your dishes ready right away," the woman called Betsy smiled and then headed towards the kitchen.

"Brother, it seems like you're familiar with her?" Bidegla asked as he watched the middle-aged woman walk away.

"Yes," Mordhadi nodded and then gave a bitter smile. "She's a really good person. Many times when I was too poor to afford a meal, she let me eat for free. Otherwise, I would have starved to death on the streets long ago."

Mordhadi's words sounded light-hearted, but Bidegla felt as if a heavy stone had settled in his chest upon hearing them. His own brother was facing such dire circumstances as starving to death on the streets.

"Brother, don't worry. Since we're together this time, I won't let you end up in such a situation again," Bidegla said firmly.

"Alright, let's not talk about this today. Let's have a drink," Mordhadi smiled and then opened the box of red wine that Bidegla had brought.

However, when he opened the box, his expression froze, and he became stiff.

"What's wrong?" Bidegla asked, puzzled by his brother's sudden change in demeanor.

"Mordhadi, do you know what kind of wine you've brought?" Mordhadi looked at Bidegla with a shocked expression.

"I have no idea," Bidegla admitted, looking at the red wine in the box. He truly had no knowledge of this type of wine. He was not well-versed in wines, having only drunk regular white liquor. Red wine was something for high-class individuals, and he rarely ever drank it.

"You really don't know?" Mordhadi asked again.

"I truly wonder, this was gifted to me by Jennie Laura, she said for me to bring it." Bidegla shook his head, feeling somewhat bemused by Mordhadi's reaction. After all, it was just a regular red wine, what's there to be so astonished about.