There were a lot of people, all Asians and a few Mexicans, all sitting in the cold chain truck.

Boom!

As soon as Roger got in the car, the door was immediately closed by Lao Hei and locked with a click.

Wouldn't they be sent to have their waists cut off? Roger thought about it and asked the people in the car,

Ask around. Ask around.

"Hey, fellow, where are you from?" Roger asked in Chinese.

"%￥#@*&&~!...." The other party responded, but Roger couldn't understand it.

I asked another question, but I still didn’t understand, but Roger understood.

This group is Asian from small countries around Southeast Asia.

Not a fellow countryman.

There are also a few Mexican nationals,

I asked in English and they understood.

It turns out that this group of people are here to find high-paying jobs. As the saying goes, they are collectively referred to as casual workers.

Roger scratched his head. It turned out that he wasn't the one who had his waist cut off. That would be fine. He understood the high-paying job. After all, who doesn't want to have more money for his own money?

I said hello to two of the half-Asian fellows, took out my Japanese currency and made some gestures with them, and then got a good place to sleep.

The cold chain truck has the air conditioner on, not too high nor too low, so it’s just right to fall asleep in the car.

It was so comfortable that after a while, I fell asleep with my eyes closed.

.............

The two people in the car were looking very happy,

He also took out two cans of beer and clinked a toast.

"hey-hey,

Here comes another one—" Lao He took a sip and hummed happily.

"The extra money,

Each of us is half." said Yaji with glasses on the side.

"That's not okay. I found him and tricked him into getting into the car. The money is mine."

Lao He shook his head, unwilling to give a penny to the other party, even if it was a companion.

The companion who wore glasses and had a sinister look on his face rolled his eyes, this guy really doesn't know how to behave.

"Aren't you afraid of something happening? This person is obviously not an illegal immigrant. He should be a normal citizen or a green card holder."

"Hey, what are you afraid of? Even the devil can't stop my worship of money."

If Roger hadn't slept yet, he would have known after hearing these words that these two people were not honest contractors. After all, they were the ones who cut the waist, but not the traffickers.

Roger was lying in the cold chain car, which was also covered with some straw. It was very comfortable to lie down and enjoy the air conditioning, because the weather outside was hot.

"Hey, hey,

Get up—"A kind-hearted Mexican man,

He woke up Roger directly.

"Hmm, have you arrived in New York yet?!" Roger rubbed his eyes. He felt very comfortable after sleeping this time, and his body, which had been drained by the girl, had also regained a lot of strength.

"No, they said let us rest here for one night and start again tomorrow."

Huh? Roger got out of the car and looked around.

An abandoned mine in the wilderness, I don't know how many years ago, with several dilapidated houses and warehouses nearby.

There is a pitch-black forest all around. In addition to the cries of insects, there are also some faint beast-like cries from time to time, which reminds people of the movie Silent Hill.

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The two foremans were directing the workers to get out of the car. At the same time, they told them that there was water and food in the warehouse, and told them to eat by themselves and come to pick them up tomorrow.

One of the middle-aged Mexican men asked them uneasily where they were going. The contractor replied that they were going to refuel and find a comfortable hotel to bathe, sleep and eat.

So it was inconvenient to take them with me. After all, there were so many people working secretly, and the hotel owner would definitely call the police if he saw them.

Everyone reluctantly accepted this statement and moved into a simple warehouse. To Roger's surprise, the warehouse was quite nice and even had a TV?!

Since he couldn't understand what others were saying, Roger had to go with the Mexican guy who knew English.

After sitting in the car for a long time, many people were hungry and tired, so they went straight into the warehouse and started getting food.

The food is very simple, just fermented vacuum-packed bread like big bricks, and mineral water. Many people grab two at a time, with no idea of ​​distribution.

Roger curled his lips and found a comfortable place to lean on. He had just eaten and drank at the girl's house for a few days, and he couldn't eat the bread that looked harder than bricks.

"Here -" the Mexican man handed Roger a bottle of water directly and smiled, "I see you're not very hungry, drink some water."

Huh? Another kind-hearted person. There are so many kind-hearted people these days. Roger was moved and took the water.

"Thanks, my name is Roger, man, what do you call me?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of mineral water and smiled, "Rad Serbedziga, just call me Rad. I came from the Mexican border and came here to work and see if I can make some money."

Get the money, settle here, and take your children over to live here, how about you."

"Me? My car was given away, so I walked home and waited for a long time for a ride on the way, but no one was willing to give me a ride. Fortunately, I met the driver of this car. Not only did he give me a ride for free, but he also gave me a ride for free.

You don’t charge any fees, you’re such a kind person~”

"Good Samaritan?!" For some reason, Ladd, a middle-aged Mexican man, frowned after hearing this sentence.

"Those guys are vampires, and they will never help others without money. When we came, someone had a fever, and they were unwilling to help buy some fever-reducing medicine without the money. Moreover, we were stowaways, and they were willing to let us

It's a little strange when you get in the car..."

Roger scratched his head, and it seemed to make sense. Isn't it necessary for illegal drivers to keep secrets? They let him get on the bus halfway, so he wasn't afraid that he would get off later and call them to report them?

Don’t you want to send yourself to have your waist cut off? Then you will be excited——

Roger and Ladd chatted for a while, and the other party talked about his situation while eating hard brick bread.

It's just that they are too chaotic, and their children are either engaged in pornography, gambling, drugs, etc., or they will grow up to be uneducated and at the bottom of society. His grandfather was like this, his father was like this, and so is he.

Therefore, he wanted to change the fate of his family and let his wife take care of the children at home, so he spent a lot of money and bought a ticket from a smuggler to sneak across the border between Mexico and Mi.

It is no longer news that smuggling across the Mexican border is common. It has even formed an industrial chain. Otherwise, how would the white powder produced in this country be shipped to the United States every year?

There are several types of smuggling, one is to pull you over and not bury you, and it's over after you are sent across the border; the other is the highest level, which is to pull you over and help you contact a migrant agency, that is, to send you to a big city.

Do a casual job.

Capital pursues profit, and those businesses with small capitals like this kind of workers very much. After all, the salary they pay may only be half or one-third, and they don't even need to buy social security or anything like that.

There is no need to worry that workers will always seek support from labor unions, so labor agencies have an interest relationship with these small businesses.
Chapter completed!