Niuniu's new boss, Sean, is an Englishman with a working-class background. He says he's a socialist and became a reporter so he could 'speak for the poor'. He came to China because, he says, there are more poor people. A month after arriving, he says to Niuniu: 'Chinese journalists are capitalists now, always writing about millionaires and celebrities.' 'It's natural,' says Niuniu. 'Having been poor for so long, Chinese people are interested in those sorts of stories.' 'If Chinese journalists don't speak for the people, I'll have to,' says Sean. 'Whenever they write about disabled people, they say they should support themselves. Where is the social security system? Doesn't society have any responsibility? And what about the peasants? They still don't have medical insurance and pensions, and the local governments still force them to pay all sorts of exorbitant taxes: population taxes, family planning taxes, road construction taxes, textbook taxes, even pig taxes. The peasants in the countryside can't earn any money, so they flood into the cities. But look at how the cities treat them - even worse than the Americans treat Mexican illegal immigrants.' Sean shows Niuniu an article about a Henan immigrant worker who was laid off by his factory after his hand was cut off at work. The factory refused to pay any medical care. The man committed suicide. 'That's outrageous,' says Niuniu. 'I've been writing about this case,' says Sean, 'but nobody wants to talk to me. I'm sick to death of it. Whenever I go anywhere, as soon as people hear I'm a foreign journalist, they're afraid. The partner of the victim agreed to an interview, but then changed their mind. His lawyer also changed his story. They don't trust me. Why?' 'You're a ...' 'I'm a foreigner? So, I can't be trusted? Chinese people are great to me. But why won't they let me interview them?' 'There is a saying,' Niuniu replies. 'Don't air your dirty linen in public.' Sean suggests they work on a story together. So, Niuniu goes to see her lawyer friend Mimi, who often represents poor people and works for them for free. Unlike Lulu and Beibei, Mimi has a happy marriage. Her husband, Lee, is wealthy, and he adores her. Mimi doesn't talk about men. She loves talking about books, art and social issues. Mimi takes Niuniu to factories, deaf schools and a centre for abused women, and helps Niuniu gather information. As a member of the upper middle class, Niuniu finds the discrepancy between rich and poor startling. Most of her foreign friends can't imagine how wealthy some Chinese have become. They don't believe the BMW 7 series, which cost more than 1.5 million yuan, sell well in China. They can't imagine luxury brands such as Giorgio Armani and Zegna making big profits. At the same time, the life of the poor is beyond the imagination of many Chinese. In the course of her research, Niuniu learns about the miserable lives of many women, in particular. It's dog-eat-dog, poverty, 16-hour working days, maltreatment, prostitution, rape, violation and discrimination. 'Maybe we should set up an organisation to help them,' Niuniu says to Mimi. 'Sounds great,' says Mimi. 'We should make it like an exclusive club with expensive membership fees.' 'Why?' Niuniu asks. 'The rich get rich mainly through shortcuts,' says Mimi. 'They haven't learned how to give back. At this stage, charity is like golf: the rich will do it only when they think it's fashionable.'