Without thinking too much, Si Fan knew that these were some of the flaws here.

Many rules have been thought of when the city has just been rebuilt. At this time, a very serious problem arises, that is, someone will take advantage of loopholes.

Obviously, these people are here to take advantage of loopholes. Their ideas are beautiful and they might have implemented them, but today I met Si Fan, I'm sorry.

This is the sad beginning.

If Si Fan could make them successful, then Si Fan would be really stupid.

So, Si Fan just smiled. The people in front of him seemed very happy, and seemed to be showing off. He explained to Si Fan that the Chinese were willing to go to the US City to find opportunities to immigrate.

This made Si Fan feel uncomfortable. Looking at these guys, Si Fan gritted his teeth and listened to their show-offs.

These guys actually came with more than a dozen orders. As long as the house is in place and the supporting facilities are in place, they can earn a lot of money, and even follow-up English training costs and living expenses. If you introduce your work, you can earn a lot of money.

This is the endless money they are so excited.

It was an excitement that led them into Viagra, and they were going to pursue happiness.

Si Fan looked at them, just looking at them.

Suddenly, the guy in the car stuck his head out of the car window and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, Chinese man, even if you know what we want to do, even if you know our business, you can't stop us, and you can't stop the pigs in your country from giving us money. They are so rich. Hahahahaha!"

Si Fan, who was standing, watched these arrogant boys leave. Their laughter echoed in Si Fan's ears and echoed in Si Fan's mind. Their rampant smile made Si Fan even feel like he wanted to laugh.

Watching them walk far away, Si Fan looked at Honghou.

"What do you think we are looking for the mayor of Vis City? How can he let these messes take advantage of loopholes? It's very simple for those who want to work, but now I don't agree to let them harm my compatriots like this." Si Fan could be said to be very angry.

The workers in China have become the ones they can squeeze in. Those people have tried their best to get out of their bankruptcy. Now they have become the ones they say. This deep anger made Si Fan's eyes turn red.

Honghou stood beside Si Fan and watched it. When Si Fan asked, she did what a military advisor should do: "Mr. Si Fan, no matter what they said, you can do what you want to do according to your own ideas. According to the system estimates, you want to do these trivial things to you will have a very little impact on you."

This is the opinion given by the Queen of Hong, which is very important to Si Fan. When Si Fan listened to his words, he calmly analyzed the specific matters, and quickly understood the connotation of it.

It’s just that these small things are not important to Si Fan and he doesn’t need to do them.

Just tell Si Fan more tactfully.

But Si Fan cannot remain indifferent.

"Don't worry, I will make them regret it." Si Fan said gritting his teeth.

This statement will inevitably come true. When he finished speaking, the car had started and then continued to move forward. However, Si Fan was not even in the mood to eat fried chicken, so he was ready to contact his good buddy.

Song Yang, this former prodigal son, is now a big boss. He has only a thousand large ships under his belt, countless small ships, and nearly 100,000 employees under his command. It can be said that he is extremely powerful. In such an environment, it is difficult for ordinary people to bow his head or respect him.

But today is different. He is now standing at the door of the office and answering the phone very respectfully.

His eyes were not even as sharp as usual, and he had become very calm.

When talking about the company's recent development, he will be very happy, but he knows that the so-called "no entry to the Three Treasures Palace" is not enough, let alone Si Fan's phone call.

Sure enough, Si Fan's voice came from the phone: "Song Yang, I hope you can handle the procedures of some people and tell them that they can apply for labor services in the United States and apply for a long-term work visa."

This is what Si Fan said. Since you can't let you leave, let the market punish you.

As long as there is no market, their business will inevitably fail.

Song Yang, who answered the phone, said on the spot: "No problem. Even if you arrange personnel, whether you designate or hired, I promise to do it for you."

This is a very reliable guarantee. You can brag and talk nonsense with others, but when facing Si Fan, the promise must be fulfilled.

He is ready to work hard on the whole company.

Si Fan said on the opposite side: "Okay, I hope you can do it. I will contact the official US government and it will be easy to reply when reviewing and approval."

After saying that, he died.

But Song Yang is not here. He carefully analyzed the matter, recalled every word from Si Fan, and finally even found all the senior management of their company to analyze.

The final answer was unexpected.

Si Fan actually wanted to arrange for someone to work in the United States for a long time, and it was very likely that he would not care about immigration.

At this time, Si Fan was already under heavy supervision. If such a thing happened again, he would not know what the result would be.

But he knew that this had to be done.

Things will be executed quickly. For Si Fan, Song Yang must do even if he loses everything, because he believes that it will be easy to recover even if he loses everything.

In a very quiet small city in the inland area, in a small shop in a city corner, a man in his forties sat at home with one cigarette after another, with his own woman and his own son in front of him.

The woman looked very tired, but she still had a smile, but her son was more bitter. He sat here and looked at his parents, feeling a little embarrassed and bitter.

"Dad, why don't I stop going to this university, let me get down to work." He was about to cry as he spoke.

The man frowned and looked at his son.

"I can't get a student loan? Our family didn't succeed in applying for extreme poverty last time, and this time it was like this?"

The child nodded.

Now, the family was silent again. They had nothing to say for a long time, but the man lowered his head and looked at his hands with some depression.

It was a pair of calloused hands, but it was a little trembling at this time.

His eyes had already turned red, but he held back his tears and his eyes were spinning, but he knew that he was a man. The man who supported this family

At this moment, the door of their house was suddenly knocked.
Chapter completed!