While it's dressed up in fancy words, even someone like old Jack, who hasn't read much, knows that those smokestacks spew out the sweat and blood of the poor.,Xianglan Street in Xicheng District, a small street about two kilometers from the Thames River.,It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.。