Si Fan was in a very heavy mood, and he could be said to be very sad. On a day when the weather was originally good, he received tragic news that the city of Uranos had become a hopeful city, and dozens of people had entered the city for a three-year labor reform.

They became Uranus's people, and more ordinary people were going to join this army.

Although only a few people choose a company, most people still believe in their country and they are destined to want to enjoy a better life.

But there is one thing you need to know that those good lives are costly, and they need to have high living costs, and only the rich can enjoy all this.

Uranos seems to have become a super immigrant city in the United States, an immigrant country. Everyone, no matter where they come from, joins the city and devotes their youth and sweat to the city.

They are happy, and then some are sad. These sad people are not from Uranus, but from other safe areas, and these people are never American.

Because they use a large number of foreign workers, this time they are really crazy. They even use the reserve funds. A large amount of money employed countless cheap labor. I don’t know how many people from remote areas are hired.

This time, he had something to do with Si Fan or had no big relationship, but the people who took the initiative to apply for the problem to be solved were indeed a very big trouble.

When Si Fan walked to the streets of San Francisco, he had not seen the volcanic ash for a long time. I have to say that their cleaning plan also makes sense. Cleaning up the accumulated volcanic ash nearby and preventing secondary pollution can effectively curb the development of the entire situation.

What needs to be done is a lot of labor. Even machines cannot complete so much work, only countless labor can handle it.

But when Si Fan arrived here, he still couldn't accept the scene he saw.

When Si Fan's car was outside the city, he was moving very slowly, so he just wanted to see what was wrong with this city.

"Oh!" A sigh came from an extended Lincoln car, which was Si Fan's sigh.

He identified in the crowd that many of them were his own compatriots.

Their age is different from that of other countries. Most of these people are over forty years old, and there are really not many young people.

Other countries are all kinds of, but there are no children.

This is probably because the United States dares not and wants to use them.

With the figure of Chinese people, Si Fan was not in a good mood. As for how to judge, there was no need to think about it. Everyone's clothes had details. They used the work attitude of the group. Each group competed with each other. If they didn't do well, there was no bonus to get, which was their hope for the day.

It's like the carrot hanging in front of a donkey.

After entering the city, Si Fan directly took over what he needed to deal with this time.

Or the corpses are better, but the corpses cannot be transported, so everyone has undergone a very authoritative autopsy and burned them into ashes and brought them back.

When Si Fan arrived, everything was already at the airport.

He watched several people push huge boxes over and slowly place them beside the shelf.

Seeing the death toll, Si Fan's frown became even worse. He didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

These people all bought insurance and signed contracts for special jobs. If the other party dies, it is nothing more than losing money.

In such an environment, it is normal to die.

"How do people die? Can you give me an explanation? What does it mean to leave me alone?" Si Fan shouted loudly in English, with a few staff members in front of him.

None of these people dared to speak.

But there was a man sitting among the ashes and he spoke.

"How did these people die? They died in their own hands, and they were not afraid of death. They breathed too much of the damn dust, and then they thought they were smart enough to sell their labor protection supplies and let their equipment last too long."

"Anyway, I'm asking for death by myself. If I don't come to the United States, I don't have to die." His voice was very low, and it could be seen that his mental state was not good.

Si Fan came over and looked at this honest farmer. He was very slender now, with a look of dishiness, and his eyes didn't seem to be very focused. He just sat among a group of urns.

When he came over, Si Fan asked: "You all know the dangers, why not prepare in advance?"

The man in front of him smiled, and he was very sad.

He said it with tears: "I only realized that some things are actually more important than life. In the eyes of the head, his life is not very valuable. If he can earn more money to go home, life will not matter if he loses it."

Tears wet his clothes.

It can be seen that he pays great attention to cleaning. His clothes have obviously been washed many times and have already looked a little faded.

Si Fan had nothing to say about this topic.

This man will still talk about himself.

The plane had already started to take off slowly at this time, but it was nothing to them. They had all entered the cargo warehouse.

Of course, Si Fan had a cabin to sit in, but he didn't go.

Just accompanying this boy.

That's right, although he looks like a farmer, Si Fan believes that he is not over 25 years old, or even younger.

"The boss wants to marry his son. If he does a good job this time, he will earn 200,000 or 300,000 yuan in one or two years and his son will get married." He said in a low voice.

Gradually, a tough guy was described. He was already sick before he arrived here. The examination was not very serious during the physical examination, and it was a lung disease.

If you can treat it after you arrive, you can take it according to the official medication and then spend some money to go to the hospital for some treatment course, and there will be no problem.

But he chose to resist, and he sold the medicine because he heard that a small bottle of medicine could be sold for more than 800 US dollars, so he did not hesitate at all. Then he worked hard and secretly sold his labor protection supplies.

He used various methods to make money. In three or four months, he accumulated a lot of money, more than everyone else's, almost twice that of others.

But Zhang Ergou watched his boss become more and more tired, thinner, and worsen.

Until one day, the boss seemed to be much more energetic, found himself and told him with a smile.
Chapter completed!