Skynet Architect

When the chatterbox was opened, it was destined to be unbearable. In the middle of the crowd was Si Fan's Zhang Ergou.

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

But Zhang Ergou is different. He came back from a part-time job in the U.S. in a serious way. He was only on vacation and knew many things about that side.

Next to what Si Fan explained, a group of people craned their necks and eavesdropped. How could they not be able to eavesdrop? Of course they are a little depressed now.

"Brother, is what this buddy said just now is true? Then you will toss yourself to death and stop paying?" another person asked.

Zhang Ergou nodded: "Yes, the rectification is very strong now, others don't know, anyway, our Huaxia people control is very strict, the insurance company's claims department cannot deceive."

A group of people became silent. They all knew too well. If it was the state compensation at the beginning, it would really be the money to pay for the life. But when it comes to the insurance company, it pays for every policy. They don’t. Every one that makes them lose money is their own money, so they care more about it.

Si Fan also became a marginal figure for a while, and slowly stood by and watched the man perform.

Zhang Ergou has become the core, the absolute core. No one can replace him. The people around him are like children from a group of neighbors who lived in the courtyard of the alley, squatting on the ground waiting for adults to tell stories.

This second dog is a storyteller.

"If you want to go to the U.S., you only need to go to the local Skynet Group office to get the form, fill it in and submit it directly, they will help you translate it and fax it to U.S. If you pass the requirements, you can have an interview. Make sure that there are no destructive tendencies and ambitions, and then it passes."

Zhang Ergou is not too clear, he just gave a brief introduction.

That's enough. For life, you don't necessarily know all the details, but you just need to know the way forward.

Si Fan knows the details are useless, so they don't pay attention.

Zhang Ergou knows the direction, if he can be the leader, then the others will come to ask.

When they know that the basic salary for reimbursement of air tickets is more than 10,000, they have become prisoners of money. When they know that work is only harmful, not terrible, they are all more excited.

Finally, knowing that when the United States may need this group of immigrants until the complete recovery is successful, it is even more excited.

They are going to fly to the branches and become phoenixes.

Only Si Fan sneered. Those Chinese natives in the U.S. desperately went to the Uranus Safe Zone to get this identity. 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 the dream, these people want to know the details.They must rush forward.

There is no way back, their eyes are only forward.

It is conceivable that this town will become a place where there are no men over forty years old, and they will all go out and fight hard.

In a hopeless city, people always want to leave. There is no alternative.

Si Fan had already been mentally prepared.

The wind seemed to be blowing in from the window, and he gradually left the crowd by himself and walked downstairs.

This building is very shabby. The only thing I don’t need to worry about is that it will collapse. He bypassed the crowd and walked downstairs, subconsciously trying to take a cigarette out of his pocket, but only after reaching in did he find that he had no cigarettes. .

Smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around and wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes from the nearby canteen.

No matter whether it is true or not, no matter how much it is, I just want to calm myself down.

"Brother, a cigarette?" A young man walked by, who was familiar.

Looking carefully, it was the son of this family.

The eyes are still red now.

Si Fan took the cigarette and took a sip.

It doesn't matter what the cigarette is, anyway, it doesn't exceed five yuan, and what I smoked is my own trouble.

"Dude, do you think my dad's death is particularly worthless?" He squatted down while smoking, like a farmer in the country.

But by looking at it, he is not. He is a young man with a higher education, at least a college graduate.

Si Fan did not speak, but continued to say his own: "Actually, I have always opposed my dad going out. He was not in good health when he left. I persuaded him many times, but he insisted on saying this was an opportunity and he wanted to give me another ride. , Give me a good future."

The smoke gradually shortened.

"Now, there is a good future. The more than one million yuan is enough for a family of people to do everything."

A little bit stiff and choked.

"But... my dad is gone!"

The tears, finally couldn't help it anymore, vented out and gathered into a stream, wet the cigarette butts on hand, slowly let go, and really buried his head in the crotch.

This will only happen when the sadness is extreme.

From standing to squatting, Si Fan smoked the cigarette very slowly. Looking at this young man, he seemed to be very sad.

He knew what was going on here, but he wanted the young man to speak out.

In any case, Si Fan is the chairman of a company and knows most of the state of the country. Now that there is such a city, he knows the answer with a little guess.

After a long time, when the young man slowly stopped crying, his eyes became even more red.

Si Fancai asked: "Why are you so desperate? I have read the information of family members. If you remember correctly, you had a full-time undergraduate degree? Why are you still so hard?"

The young man who asked the question withdrawn his emotions and sighed, “Isn’t it because of poverty? There are not many job opportunities in this city, and there are not so many jobs. The wages are at the bottom of the country. It is no different from poor counties, and consumption is still high. The expensive things to buy, coupled with the scary high housing prices, ended up with only one."

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

"Then why didn't you leave? If this city is evaluated, it doesn't have many young people's life foundation at all." Si Fan asked.

This is obviously also 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, the part-time salary is still somewhat low."

His voice is getting lower and lower.

It seems to think of something.

Only Si Fan sighed again and again.

"Oh, what other people do, but let the people in this city take the blame, still shouldn't." Si Fan said, but a heartstring was moved in his heart.