Hiram's cold has improved a lot, though his voice is still a bit nasal; at least he won't make those disgusting gestures anymore.
He nodded slightly and led a few people out through the main door.
At this moment, someone at the door was distributing money to the homeless, one yuan per person, enough for their weekly needs.
Of course, it's not distributed every day, usually once a week or once every two weeks.
Giving money too frequently would make these homeless people even more reluctant to work; if they were willing to work, Lance could actually arrange jobs for them.
However, most homeless people find it hard to return to work; they have gotten used to living without having to work for it.
Sending them to face capitalists' exploitation and oppression is somewhat unrealistic.
The limper was also waiting in line to receive money; if everyone came for money and he didn't, it would seem very odd.
So he stood there slowly moving forward in line.
