When the conversation is opened, it is destined to be unable to stop. In the middle of the crowd is Si Fan's Zhang Ergou.

In the eyes of these people, Si Fan is a staff member of Tianwang Group, who is here to express condolences. They are just telling you something, probably domestic employees.

But Zhang Ergou is different. He came back from working in the United States seriously. He was just on vacation and knew a lot of things about that.

Next to the thing Si Fan explained, a group of people stretched their necks and eavesdropped. How could they not eavesdrop? Of course, they were a little depressed now.

"Brother, is this guy just said true? Then you will not pay if you torture yourself to death?" another person asked.

Zhang Ergou nodded: "Yes, the rectification is very good now, and others don't know. Anyway, we Chinese people are very strict in their management, so the insurance company's claims department cannot deceive it."

A group of people began to remain silent. They all understood too much. If it was the state compensation at the beginning, it would be really a way to pay for money to live. But when you go to the insurance company, you would pay the price for every policy. They would not let themselves lose money. Each share was their own money, so they cared more.

Si Fan also became a marginal figure for a while, slowly standing beside him and watching the man perform.

Zhang Ergou became the core, the absolute core, and no one could replace him. The people around him were like a group of neighbors living in the courtyard of the alley before, squatting on the ground waiting for the adults to tell stories.

This Ergou is the storyteller.

"If you want to go to the United States, you can get the form by going to the local Skynet Group office. If you fill it out successfully, you will submit it directly. They will help you translate and fax it to the United States. If you pass the request, you can conduct an interview to ensure that there are no destructive tendencies and ambitions, and then you will pass."

Zhang Ergou was not very clear about it, he just gave a brief introduction.

This is enough. Life doesn’t necessarily know all the details, but it’s enough to know the direction of moving forward.

Si Fan knew that the details were useless, so he didn't pay attention to them.

Zhang Ergou knew the direction and could be the leader, so the others came over and asked.

When they knew that they would be reimbursed for air tickets and their basic salary was more than 10,000 yuan, they became prisoners of money. When they knew that work was just harmful, not because they were dead, they became even more excited.

Finally, when the United States knew that when it was fully restored, the United States might need their group of immigrants, he was even more excited.

They are going to fly up the branches and turn into phoenixes.

Only Si Fan sneered at it. The Chinese people in the United States were desperately trying to get this identity in the Uranos safe zone. How could it be so easy in other places?

People are just thinking about it, and they don’t really need such ordinary labor.

You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, nor can you stop a person who is lost in front of your dreams. Those who want to know the details. They must rush forward.

There is no way to look back, their eyes are only ahead.

It can be imagined that this town will become a place without men over forty years old, and they all have to go out and fight.

There is no way for people to leave in a city without hope.

Si Fan had long been mentally prepared.

The wind seemed to blow in through the window, and he gradually left the crowd and walked downstairs by himself.

The building was very dilapidated, and the only thing he didn't have to worry about was that it would collapse. He bypassed the crowd and walked downstairs, subconsciously trying to take out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, but after reaching in, he realized that he didn't bring any cigarettes.

He smiled self-deprecatingly and turned around to buy a pack of cigarettes from the convenience store next to him.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, no matter how much it costs, I just want to calm myself down.

"Brother, let me have a cigarette?" A young man walked over, but he looked very familiar.

After a closer look, it was the son of this family.

The eyes are still red now.

Si Fan took the cigarette and lit it, and took a sip.

It doesn’t matter if you smoke, it doesn’t cost more than five yuan anyway, and what you smoke is just your own worries.

"Brother, do you think my dad died very unworthy?" He also squatted down while smoking, like a farmer in the countryside.

But you can tell that he is not. He is a young man with higher education, at least he graduated from university.

Si Fan didn't say anything, he continued to say his own words: "Actually, I have always opposed my father going out. He was in poor health when he left. I persuaded him many times, but he insisted on saying that this was an opportunity and would give me another trip and give me a good future."

The smoke slowly gets shorter.

"Now, a good future has come. This million yuan of money is enough for a family of people."

It became a little stiff and choked.

"But...my dad is gone!"

The tears finally couldn't help but vented them, gathered into a stream, wet the cigarette butt on his hand, slowly let go of his hand, and buried his head in his crotch.

This will only happen if you are really sad.

Si Fan smoked the cigarettes on his hands from standing to squatting, and he seemed to feel very sad when he looked at the young man.

He knew what was going on here in his heart, but he wanted the young man to say it out.

In any case, Si Fan is the chairman of a company and has a good understanding of the state of the country. Now there is such a city, and he will know the answer with a little guess.

After a long time, when the young man slowly stopped crying, his eyes turned redder.

Si Fan asked: "Why do you have to work so hard? I have read the family information. If you remember correctly, you have studied full-time undergraduate degree, right? Why are you still so hard?"

The young man asked this and took his emotions back a little and sighed: "Isn't it because he is poor? This city does not have many job opportunities, can't give so many jobs, and the salary is at the bottom in the country, which is no different from a poor county. The consumption is still high, the price of buying things is expensive, and the house price is so high that it is scary, and the end result is only one."

He was so sad that he couldn't even show a bitter smile.

"Then why didn't you leave? If you evaluate this city, it doesn't have much of the life foundation for young people." Si Fan asked.

This is obviously a retirement city, but there is no legend like Si Fan in this city.

The young man smiled slightly: "I like this city and I want to live here, so I quit my job in the Magic City and came back. Although I can work part-time, my part-time salary is still a little small."

His voice was getting lower and lower.

It seems to be related to something.

Only Si Fan sighed continuously.
Chapter completed!