Ye Chen curiously asked, "It's so far from the west coast to the east coast, how did you get here?"

The short-haired man chuckled, "I came here to pick up trains. I'm so far away. Fortunately, I followed a few homeless homeless Americans. They picked up trains all day long and ran around. We followed them all the way to New York, and our hands were all picked up." So bald;"

"After I came to New York, I really lamented how prosperous New York is. In such a big city, there is always a place for me to stay, right? Then I thought about finding a job in Chinatown, and I found a job, for the Chinese The restaurant delivers food, but I don�t have a car, so I can�t do it on my legs, so I just stole a bicycle, and I�m going to get arrested.�

Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Then what are your plans next?"

The short-haired man said melancholy, "How do I know? It's not worth being put in jail for what I'm doing. Don't you know, American prisons are almost overcrowded. Illegal immigrants who commit petty theft will most likely be released after a few days." I thought they could deport me back, but they don�t bother to take care of it now. After I get out, I have to sleep on the street... I wish I had known that America was this stupid, beat me to death. Not coming either."

Ye Chen nodded and said, "If you can find an opportunity, it's better to return to China."

The short-haired man shook his head and said, "I want to go back, but I don't have a passport, and I have no money, and the Americans won't deport me. How can I go back? I can't go back the same way. This trip costs more than 10,000 US dollars." Woolen cloth��"

Ye Chen shrugged, "Then find a way to save more money and go back."

The short-haired man was about to cry, "Brother, I just saved up money for a long time to come here. Along the way, I ate all the food I have never eaten in my life. If I save up money for a long time and go back, will I be unjust? I..."

Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh and asked him, "What did you do before you came here?"

"Me?" The man chuckled and said, "I have done everything at construction sites, takeaways, casual workers, and group performances."

Ye Chen nodded. In this situation, he couldn't comment much.

The life of illegal immigrants is extremely difficult. Under normal circumstances, illegal immigrants only get jobs that the lowest level of local people are not willing to do. Chen Zhaozhong was a leader in the financial field in Hong Kong back then, but when he came to the United States, he could only open a business. Living in a roast goose shop, let alone such an ordinary person with no special skills.

At this time, the short-haired man said quietly to himself, "But to be honest, I really want to go back if I can... This place is so different from what I imagined..."

At this time, several more illegal immigrants were brought by the police and put into the detention room. One of the yellow-skinned policemen looked at Ye Chen and said, "Come out with me, Ye Chen."

The short-haired man asked curiously, "Brother, what did he call you?"

"You called me." Ye Chen nodded and said hello to the short-haired man, "Let's go."

The short-haired man said a little disappointedly, "Why did you let me out right after you came in?"

The yellow-skinned policeman glanced at the short-haired man and said expressionlessly, "He's going to be transferred to Brooklyn Prison!"

The short-haired man was startled, looked at Ye Chen's back and said, "Brother, did you kill someone or set a fire? I heard that American prisons are in fucking chaos, so you have to be careful!" JrNovels.com