Skynet Architect

Once the chatterbox is opened, it is destined to be unstoppable. In the center of the crowd is Si Fan's Zhang Ergou.

In the eyes of these people, Si Fan is a staff member of the Skynet Group, and he is here to offer condolences. He is just telling you something, and he is probably a domestic employee.

But Zhang Ergou is different. He came back from working in the United States in a serious manner. He is only on vacation and knows a lot of things there.

A group of people next to Si Fan's explanation stretched their necks to eavesdrop, how could they not eavesdrop, of course they are a little depressed now.

"Brother, is what this buddy said just now true? Then you won't pay if you torture yourself to death?" another person asked.

Zhang Ergou nodded: "That's right, the rectification is very serious now. Others don't know. Anyway, we Huaxia people are very strict in management, and the claims department of the insurance company can't lie."

A group of people became silent. They all knew it too well. If it was the state compensation at the beginning, it was really paying for their lives. But when it came to the insurance company, they would pay the price for each policy. They would not Every piece of money that makes them lose 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, and the people around him are like a group of neighborhood children who used to live in the alley courtyard, squatting on the ground waiting for adults to tell stories.

This Ergou is the storyteller.

"If you want to go to the United States, you only need to go to the office of the local Skynet Group to get the form. After filling it out, submit it directly. They will translate it for you and fax it to the United States. If you pass the requirements, you can conduct an interview. Make sure there's no destructive tendencies or ambitions, and pass."

Zhang Ergou didn't know too well, he just gave a brief introduction.

That's enough. In life, you don't necessarily know all the details, but you just need to know the direction to go.

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

Zhang Ergou knew the direction, and if he could be the leader, the others would rush over to ask.

When they knew that the air ticket was reimbursed and the basic salary was more than 10,000 yuan, they had already become captives of money. After knowing that the work was only dangerous, not fatal, each of them became more excited.

In the end, when I knew that the United States might need their immigrants after the full recovery was successful, I couldn't help but be excited.

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

Only Si Fan sneered, those local Chinese in the United States are desperately trying to get this status in the Uranus safe zone, how could it be so easy in other places.

People are just thinking about it, and they don't really need this kind of ordinary labor.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, nor can you stop a person who is lost in front of a dream, and these people want to know the details. They have to rush forward.

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

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

In a city without hope, people always want to leave, there is no way.

Si Fan has long been mentally prepared.

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

The building is very dilapidated, and the only thing to worry about is that it will collapse. He bypassed the crowd and walked downstairs. Subconsciously, he wanted to take out a cigarette from his pocket to light it, but after reaching in, he realized that he didn't bring a cigarette. .

Laughing at himself, he turned around and wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes at the canteen next to him.

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

"Dude, would you like a cigarette?" A young man walked by, but he looked familiar.

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

Eyes are still red.

Si Fan took the cigarette and lit it, and took a light puff.

It doesn't matter what kind of cigarettes, anyway, it doesn't cost more than five yuan, and what I smoke is my trouble.

"Dude, do you think my dad's death is not worth it?" He squatted down while smoking, like a farmer in the countryside.

But just by looking at him, you can tell that he is not, he is a young man with a higher education, at least a university graduate.

Si Fan didn't speak, he continued to talk about himself: "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 that this is an opportunity and sent me another ride. , Give me a good future."

The smoke slowly gets shorter.

"Now, with a bright future, the money of more than one million yuan is enough for a common family to do anything."

Stiff and a little choked up.

"But...my dad is gone!"

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

It only happens when you're really sad.

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

He knew in his heart what happened here, but he wanted the young man to speak out more.

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

For a long time, when the young man stopped crying slowly, his eyes became even redder.

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

The young man who asked this question withdrew his emotions a little bit, and sighed: "Isn't it because of poverty? There are not many job opportunities in this city, and it can't provide so many jobs. The wages are at the bottom of the country, no different from poor counties, and consumption is still high. The price of buying things is expensive, coupled with the frighteningly high housing prices, there is only one end result."

Now he is so sad that he can't even show a wry smile.

"Then why didn't you leave? If this city is evaluated, it doesn't have the foundation for the life of many young people." 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 Shanghai and came back. Although I can work part-time, the salary of a part-time job is still a bit low."

His voice is getting lower and lower.

It seems to think of something.

Only Si Fan sighed again and again.

"Hey, people in this city should be blamed for what other people have done. It shouldn't be." Si Fan said, but there was a chord in his heart.

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