Zhu Xiaoqiang didn't take it seriously. He had been involved in the Internet for five or six years and had never seen any scams. Most of this kind of labor export was to defraud registration fees, so he couldn't believe it at all.
He lit a cigarette, straightened the keyboard, and started typing. An hour later, he finished writing the opening chapter of 3,000 words, tentatively titled "Our Family Is a Soldier." He was very proud of this title.
After some discussion, Zhu Xiaoqiang has been involved in the online literary world for many years. He has dozens of author groups and a lot of editors and online editors saved in QQ. They usually have a lively relationship with each other and have a very good relationship. He wants to get an internal signature through the relationship, and even
A small buyout is not difficult.
He fantasized that if he could buy out the book "Our Family Is a Soldier", even if it cost fifteen yuan for a thousand words, ten thousand words a day would be one hundred and fifty. Ten days would be one thousand and fifty, and one month would be one thousand and fifty. Four thousand and five thousand is twice as much as the income of a tally clerk. If you can become famous on the wireless network, it will be tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, per month. I will never buy a car by myself. If you want to buy Japanese products, you must buy German ones, just a new Volkswagen Jetta. Drive to the entrance of the supermarket where you used to work, and show off to the snobs. Oh, yes, you can pick up the big white legs after get off work, and keep in touch with each other by the way. In the blink of an eye, you are all I'm in my early twenties, I don't even have a girlfriend, and I don't have the guts to go to a bathing center. I basically rely on masturbating for sex, which is very uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but miss Wang Hong. The familiar avatar on QQ has turned gray for a long time. During festivals, Zhu Xiaoqiang would leave messages for Wang Hong, send emoticons and so on, but she never replied, not knowing that she was abandoning her.
I still don’t want to talk to myself when using QQ.
Zhu Xiaoqiang became sad and lit another cigarette. At this time, the website editor replied that the book was not in good condition and there was little hope of buying it out. He might as well try to share the book. There would be no problem signing the contract.
"Okay, let me try." Zhu Xiaoqiang banged on the keyboard, his enthusiasm waning. He knew his weight. After so many years of work and no improvement, he was not the material to write a book at all.
Early the next morning, the landlord came to collect the rent. Zhu Xiaoqiang only had more than one hundred yuan on him. He deceived the landlord by saying that he would pay it in the afternoon. He packed his simple luggage. In fact, there was nothing valuable. His only belongings were
I put the Shenzhou laptop into my bag, stuffed a change of clothes, slippers, towel and toothbrush into my bag, quietly went downstairs, got on the bus, and went straight to the South Bus Station.
Zhu Xiaoqiang returned to his hometown. His family was in the countryside and had two acres of cropland. When his father was there, he had an income as a mason, plus the money for growing crops, which was more than enough in the village. After his father's death, the family's financial situation plummeted, but
The mother still maintained her reputation in the village, saying that her son had graduated from college and was working in the city, earning a lot of money and sending money to his family every month.
The long-distance sleeper car was driving on the county and township roads in a dusty manner. The poplar trees on the roadside flashed past. This was already in Anhui. A few kilometers away, it was Zhu Xiaoqiang's hometown.
"Master, stop for a moment." Zhu Xiaoqiang carried his bag and came to the car door. The air pressure door opened. He picked up his bag and jumped out, breathing the familiar air. In the distance was an ancient village with earthen walls, willow trees, and thatched roofs.
This is Zhu Xiaoqiang’s hometown.
The mother was alone at home. When her son came back, she hurriedly made some noodles and beat eggs. She said, Xiaoqiang, you came back just in time. I asked your third aunt to introduce someone to you, a girl from a neighboring village who works in Guangdong. She is a nice person and she comes home just in time.
Visiting relatives, please meet me.
Zhu Xiaoqiang sneered: "You can't be from Dongguan, right?"
My mother said: "I don't know where in Guangdong, but I am a factory worker and earn more than 4,000 yuan a month. He is also good-looking, tall and thin, and quite fair."
Zhu Xiaoqiang swallowed his saliva and thought that a piece of meat was indispensable for a meeting. The worst he could do was not invite people to dinner, so he agreed to meet and immediately contacted his third aunt. It happened to be a meeting tomorrow and he would go to the town to see her.
The next day, Zhu Xiaoqiang put on brand new clothes and went to the market. At the teahouse in the town, he met the girl brought by his third aunt. The girl was indeed good-looking. She was 1.65 meters tall, slim, white, and dressed fashionably.
However, he answered the phone and left without saying a few words to Zhu Xiaoqiang.
The third aunt said with a smile: "Qiangzi, go home and wait for Xin'er. If it succeeds, I will eat your big carp."
Zhu Xiaoqiang thanked his third aunt and went out for a walk. There were many people at the gathering, and he met the girl he had just been on a blind date with. He was shopping with two best friends. They didn't see Zhu Xiaoqiang and were still talking about the blind date.
The girl said: "No, he is a short winter melon. Not to mention ugly, his eyes are wandering and lustful. It makes me hairy. Even if I can't marry, I can't marry such a person."
Zhu Xiaoqiang bit his lips and left silently. He was used to being hit and was no longer angry. He actually knew what his virtues were. In this society, people like him were used to be at the bottom. Money belongs to others, Niuer.
It belongs to others, and the opportunity belongs to others.
Suddenly a hand patted Zhu Xiaoqiang's shoulder. When he turned around, he saw that it was Ma Yutao from the neighboring village, his junior high school classmate. Ma Yutao is a Muslim. Their whole village is a Muslim. They often fight with neighboring villages and always have the upper hand, even in the countryside.
Dare to take care of it, they are ethnic minorities after all.
Ma Yutao and Zhu Xiaoqiang had a very good relationship. They hadn't seen each other for many years and they insisted on dragging him out for a meal. Zhu Xiaoqiang couldn't resist, so he went to a halal restaurant with him, ordered a table of dishes, and chatted about the past. Ma Yutao said: "Where did Xiaoqiang work?"
How much money can I get every month?”
Zhu Xiaoqiang pretended to be fat: "I work in management at a supermarket chain in Omi. I write books and stuff in my spare time and earn six to seven thousand yuan a month."
Ma Yutao said: "It's okay, but it's worse than me. I work in Dubai and my monthly tips are thousands of dollars."
Zhu Xiaoqiang was shocked: "What kind of job do you do to get such money?"
Ma Yutao said: "Export of labor. I am a chef. I can make ramen noodles and bake noodles. I make noodles in front of the guests in the restaurant and show off my skills. When I make the noodles, they give me tips. They are all dollars and euros. I just stuff them in.
In Pocket, the hotel takes care of food, food and accommodation, and gives me a basic salary every month, and they cover several round-trip air tickets every year."
Zhu Xiaoqiang was filled with envy: "Can I do it?"
Ma Yutao said: "I'm afraid it won't work. As long as they are Hui people, they are Muslims. Even the doormen are Muslims from Indonesia. The laborers doing civil construction are from Pakistan. They all believe in Islam."
Zhu Xiaoqiang made up his mind in an instant. He had no way out. Ma Yutao's experience pointed him in the right direction. Labor export was a bright road. As long as he learned how to ramen, he would not be afraid of traveling around the world.
After returning home, Zhu Xiaoqiang asked his mother for a few hundred yuan and went to the county town to attend a laid-off re-employment training class to learn ramen. He had never been so serious about it. When he was working as a tallyman in a supermarket, he moved goods every day and his arm strength was very poor.
He excelled in learning and got twice the result with half the effort. At the end of the semester, although his skills were not as good as those of the old master, he could pull out all kinds of fine hair, second fine hair, big wide hair, and dragon whiskers. He also learned the technique of adding fluffy ash to the dough.
, it is enough to open a small noodle shop and fool ordinary diners.
Zhu Xiaoqiang applied for a passport at the County Public Security Bureau and studied the Muslim lifestyle online every day. He even strictly followed it in his daily life. He no longer eats pork, does not drink or smoke, and lives a regular life every day. After a period of time, his physical fitness is good.
A lot.
After getting started in ramen, Zhu Xiaoqiang began to look for a reliable labor export agency. He found a relatively credible company online, the Labor Export Service Office of the Omi International Talent Exchange Center under the Jiangdong Provincial Foreign Affairs Office, and signed up online first.
Then I went all the way to consult in detail.
The staff introduced the situation to him with great enthusiasm. Labor services are exported to Dubai. There are various positions such as waiters, drivers, maintenance workers, and cooks. Food and accommodation are included, and round-trip air tickets are included. He lives in an apartment building and eats employee meals.
, the monthly base salary is one thousand US dollars, overtime pay and bonuses are calculated separately, and if guests give tips, they are kept for themselves.
Zhu Xiaoqiang was moved when he heard this. He said, "I can pull ramen and understand Muslim customs. What do you think I can do?"
The staff said: "Then you are awesome. What Dubai lacks the most is talents like you. There used to be an old man from Henan who made good ramen and was as thin as a hair. He was a specialty in the restaurant of the Seven Star Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai.
Ramen noodles for dignitaries from various countries. One time, US Secretary of State Hillary went to eat them. She was so happy that she rewarded her with 20,000 US dollars on the spot. I think you can do it too. Tomorrow we will feed Obama ramen noodles and earn their dollars."
Zhu Xiaoqiang became excited, paid the registration fee of 3,000 yuan on the spot, and left his passport, photos and other relevant information at the service desk.
A few days later, the service office called and said that the visa had been approved. It was a formal labor visa. Zhu Xiaoqiang ran to see it. Sure enough, there was a visa paper affixed to his passport. There were twists and turns in Arabic characters. His photo was not fake.
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The next step is to pay the agency fee. This amount of money is huge, 50,000 yuan. Zhu Xiaoqiang himself has no savings. The only tens of thousands yuan left at home is his mother's coffin book. In order to get this money, Zhu Xiaoqiang spent a lot of money.
My old nose is too strong. If I pay it, I will never have the shame to go home.
After hesitating for a moment, he still paid the money. The staff issued him a receipt and gave him an airline itinerary.
A week later, Zhu Xiaoqiang said goodbye to his mother and embarked on his journey abroad. He took a flight from Shanghai to Dubai, along with a dozen compatriots who were going to Dubai to pan for gold.
They were on a Qatar Airways flight. Looking at the distant mountains and rivers of his motherland outside the window, Zhu Xiaoqiang felt a faint sense of separation, but it was soon replaced by ambition and pride.
There was no improvement in the year, and the only hope was to go abroad to pan for gold. He closed his eyes and began to imagine that he would return to his hometown in fine clothes, meet the girl on a blind date at a market, and use a lot of money to scare her...
When he woke up, the plane arrived in Doha, the capital of Qatar. During the transfer at Doha Airport, Zhu Xiaoqiang got off the plane and stretched his legs. He didn't notice at all that twenty meters away from him was Liu Handong, who was also waiting to fly to Dubai.