Chapter 282： Hand of distressed family assistance

"I came to you for the sake of a friend." Zhou Yi smiled and said his own intentions, and his answer naturally confused Mrs. Di Diluo.

"Please forgive me, this gentleman. Are you mistaken, I should not know your friends."

The old woman is very sure that she does not know what a friend of this man is in front of him, because just like he is exposed, how can such a wealthy friend think that it will not be a simple character. And the most basic people in the society, they obviously do not have the qualification to contact such people.

"You know him, ma'am, you absolutely know." Zhou Yi smiled and gave her a hint. "He is a superhero."

As soon as the superhero appeared in four words, Mrs. Didiero’s face was immediately pale. And his children's reaction is even more intense. The Mexican woman named Claudia quickly grabbed her daughter and pulled her behind her. And Francisco directly reached the back and pulled out the pistol inserted at the waist.

Zhou Yi has been defined by them as revenge. So their reaction is also more intense. This family has not been able to withstand any twists and turns. So at this time, for the existence and stability of this home, Francisco can do anything.

However, he took out the gun but did not have the opportunity to use it. Because when he had not pointed his gun to Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi had already reached out and held down his barrel. The power generated by the firearms retreat is not as strong as his hand. Naturally, it is useless for Francisco to pull the trigger.

"Sir, please be awake. If I am coming to revenge, is it better and safer for a team of bodyguards to rush in?"

Zhou Yi’s words failed to appease the impulsive Francisco’s emotions, but it was for Mrs. Di Diluo to understand. She pulled her son's arm and said it to Zhou Yi.

"I'm sorry, this gentleman. The situation in our family is a bit complicated now, so my child's reaction may be too intense. Anyway, please don't go to your heart."

"Of course. I was asked to talk about things, not to find things. Can you please sit in and have a cup of coffee?"

Zhou Yi’s look is quite sincere, or he smiles really attractive. Under his smile offensive. The women of the Di Dilaya family have gradually let go of their guard. They don't believe that people with such a bright smile will do something bad, so they are willing to fulfill the responsibility of a master.

"Of course, please come in and sit down. Mr. is a little simple at home, please don't care." The old woman first invited Zhou Yi to walk in from the entrance. Instead of staying deadlocked with his son there. As for another woman in the family, she doesn't have to say anything to her mother. She consciously went to the kitchen and was busy.

Francisco couldn't go against his mother's wishes, so when he felt the strength of Zhou Yi's hands to relax, he honestly took back the gun and began to look at Zhou Yi with a vigilant look until he sat. Go to the only sofa in your own home.

Soon, a cup of coffee was placed in front of Zhou Yi. For the sake of politeness, Zhou Yi took a taste of it. But after this, he gave up the plan to continue drinking.

Because the taste is too weird, this long-lost inferior coffee is sour and crying in your mouth. It is simply a torture of taste buds. However, as a guest, it is impossible to spray this coffee out of the owner's face. So he could only squirm his own mouthpiece and swallow this strangely smelling liquid into his stomach.

As soon as I swallowed, my face was naturally ugly.

"Sorry, sir. There is only this kind of coffee at home. If it is too difficult to swallow, we don't mind." Seeing the change in Zhou Yi's face, the old woman said with some embarrassment. She knows what kind of things in her family are used to entertain guests, and it is really too much to take.

"It should be that I said sorry, yes, my taste is too capricious." I explained it with a bitter smile. Zhou Yi touched his nose and said. "I believe you know who I am, madam. I am a friend and a very good friend. So he asked me to do something."

"You came to retaliate against us, because we fell on him, are you?" There was always a stinky face, and Francisco, standing on one side, immediately stood up when he heard this. He stopped in front of his mother and whispered to Zhou Yi.

He never thought that Zhou Yilai would be a good thing, and he was always in the gray area. Never think that there will be rich people who are kind to their family. They are socially marginal figures who have never been interested, not to mention that they have done such a wrong thing not long ago.

Just as he would not forgive someone who betrayed them, so he naturally thought that superheroes would not let them go. Zhou Yi is not good, this is the most real thought in his heart.

Without paying attention to this Mexican man who has been targeting himself, Zhou Yi glanced at the environment in which they lived. Then I said open.

"Your living environment is not very good, is it?"

"Sir, we didn't make mistakes because of this." When I heard Zhou Yi's question, the old woman paled her face. "We are not for money, really not"

Looking at this old woman who was made up of her own words and who was still being helped by her daughter, could barely stand up. Zhou Yi revealed a gentle smile.

"I believe that the power of money is great, but it is not great enough to buy the conscience of others. So, I believe in you, madam."

Disregarding the glare of Francisco, Zhou Yi then said in a sorry tone.

"Please forgive me, madam. Before I came, I did an investigation of your family. So, I have some understanding of your situation. Is it because the Immigration Bureau’s mandatory repatriation order is?"

"I'm sorry, sir." I heard Zhou Yi say the noun that made their family almost fall into hell. The old woman's face was pale. But she is as strong as she prays. "I really have no other way. I can't let my children go back to **** in the world. If you want to punish, punish me alone. Even if you go to hell, let me be alone." These have nothing to do with my children, sir. They are all good kids, they have never done bad things."

"Mom, don't ask him. He can't do anything about us." Francisco went up to hug his mother and said to Zhou Yi in disgust. "Get out of here, right away. Otherwise I don't mind throwing your body out."

The self-blame and pain of Mrs. Di Dilova, the confusion and sorrow of her daughter Claudia. There is also the unwillingness and anger of Francisco, and the fear and incomprehension of the little girl who is hiding in the side and looking at it. It is hard to believe that a forced repatriation order will make a family so desperate. But it did happen to the front, and it was already unwilling to believe.

"I know, I know. Madame, this is not your fault. Whether it is him or me. I have not come to blame you." Repressing the emotions inside, Zhou Yi tried to reveal a gentle smile. "He told me that if you bear the indescribable pain to make that decision, he will not blame you. Because you are already self-blaming. I am coming, not for revenge. Because We are not willing to do such a thing. I am coming for something else. For example, see what you need to help me."

"We don't need you to be a good person here, give me out. We don't want to see you."

The grumpy Francisco doesn't think Zhou Yi really comes to help. He has seen too many shackles, so for this rich man, he has never been afraid to use the greatest maliciousness to slap them.

In his view, Zhou Yi is not a good person who will help them. It is a bad idea that wants to push them into **** faster.

"Francisco, you shut me up." The old woman stopped her son's temper, and she wiped her tears. Some hesitantly asked Zhou Yi. "Sir, the help you said is"

Like her own son, she does not quite believe that Zhou Yi will help them. But at this time, even if there is only a little hope, she will not give up. Whether it is right or wrong, she is willing to try it. Anyway, for her, she has already carried enough deep sins. So, don't care about it any more.

"According to the current US law, you are forced to repatriate because you cannot afford the US tax. It requires you to have a stable job, so that you can have long-term residency in the United States. In other words, if you With a stable long-term work, there is no need for natural forced repatriation." After a brief explanation, Zhou Yi spread his hand. "I think, I can give you a job."

This sounds simple, but in the eyes of the Di Diloma family, it is so incredible. A job, they have no such treatment in this home except Francisco.

This is not the kind of work that is done for others and then paid. It is a temporary worker and is not subject to normal law. The real job refers to the kind of occupation in which the two parties sign the contract for a specific period of time and go through normal legal procedures and are subject to various laws and regulations.

Only this formal work will provide tax to the country, and only then will the country incorporate you into his system.

Most of the Didi Loyas at the secondary level are obviously not likely to find such a formal job in such a city. Not only because of their academic qualifications, but also because of their black identity. No one will be willing to work for themselves without knowing the details, especially when there are thousands of such people.

Only those who are really tortured by this problem will understand how difficult this problem is. Therefore, Zhou Yi said that for them it is like a dream. So the old woman asked almost in a tone that she had misunderstood.

"Sir, can you repeat that?"

"Of course, ma'am. I said that I can provide you with a job. A legal job that will keep you from being repatriated." To be continued.

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