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Chapter 1686 Black in SEA (Second update, please subscribe)

Black in SEA!

This is definitely a challenge!
After all, restrictions on work, renting, etc. have long been put in place to limit people's ability to stay here illegally.

But as long as you are willing, you can still find some opportunities.

If you want to be a criminal here, you must first resolve your identity.

"The key is to get an identity first. Only with an identity can you find a job."

Thinking this through, George Lucas sat up on the old spring bed in the hotel, looked at the dazzling neon lights outside the window, and talked to himself.

"As long as the identity issue is resolved, the rest will not be a problem."

But how can we solve the identity problem?

As the Hollywood of the East, this city is undoubtedly prosperous.

The steel jungle composed of countless towering skyscrapers makes the humans living in it look extremely small on one hand, but on the other hand it demonstrates the great creativity of mankind.

The three-dimensional transportation network consisting of streets, viaducts and subways made George Lucas lost for a long time.

He was always amazed at the prosperity here, and whenever he heard the sound of cars whizzing past on the viaduct, George Lucas would even feel a sense of joy in his heart.

This is the future.

Unfortunately, this future doesn't seem to have much to do with me.

"…California Governor Ronald Reagan has concluded his visit to SEA and is returning to California today…"

Listening to the news coming from the TV, George Lucas took a quick look, and then the screen shook a few times, and suddenly turned into a snowflake, making a hissing and harsh sound.

"Damn it, someone must have touched the antenna!"

George Lucas cursed, then reluctantly walked over and turned off the TV.

He didn't want to go up to the roof to adjust the antenna at this time. He was afraid that he could just climb out of the window to get to the roof, but he didn't want to do that.

After all, it's raining outside the window now.

After turning off the TV, the only lights left in the attic room were the red, green and blue lights from the neon lights.

When the colorful lights shine in through the windows, the whole room becomes a little magical.

In this light and shadow filled with a certain fantasy color, waves of blushing sex and creaking sounds came from next door, mixed with the sound of car horns outside the window and poured into my ears.

"What a lucky guy."

George Lucas was referring to his neighbor, a young man who dreamed of becoming an actor. Because of his handsome appearance, he never lacked female friends around him.

This made George Lucas very envious. After all, he was also young and he had his own desires and needs.

However, as a foreigner, it is not easy to find a girlfriend here.
For the past month and a half, George Lucas has been on the run in this country.

In fact, it can't be said to be illegal. According to the visa-free agreement between the two countries, citizens of both sides can enter each other's country for 6 months without a visa, but they can't find a job.

Because of this, he didn't feel guilty, and he could wander around with his head held high. He even rented this loft and found a job on the same day.

Having a job means having a salary, which means having food and accommodation.

It seemed that all problems were solved and everything was so beautiful that for the first week, George Lucas really thought this was heaven.

But in the second week, George Lucas found that things were not as good as he had imagined. Even if he lived in a stuffy top floor attic and ate the cheapest food, he still needed dozens of dollars a week. This meant that he had to find a part-time job that worked four hours a day, otherwise he would not be able to make ends meet.

He didn't even dare to ask out the girl he liked, because he knew that walking in the park, dancing at a park party, and drinking beer that cost a few cents a glass, although wonderful, were not a wonderful night at all.

George Lucas didn't dare to imagine his future - running around various studios looking for opportunities every day, saving a little money by eating frugally, and working hard until middle age. If he was lucky, maybe one day he would be able to solve the problem of identity.

Of course, that is just the best possible scenario... perhaps, the greater possibility is that he will be caught by the police and then face prosecution by the prosecutor for illegal entry. Even if he has not violated the law, he will need to wait in line in prison for more than half a year until the police confirm that he has no illegal record, and then they will prosecute him and bring him to court.

And everything needs to line up. First, it depends on whether the police have time to determine that he has not committed any criminal activity, then it depends on whether the prosecutor has time to prosecute him, and finally, it depends on whether the judge has time to try him.

Once he goes through the whole process, he will probably be detained for more than half a year. Even at the end, it depends on whether there is a plane to take him back to the United States.

This is what makes SEA different. They won’t give a chance to anyone who tries to hack.

George Lucas, who had long been accustomed to all this, just sat on the single bed, squinting his eyes and drinking sips of Fanta in his hand.

Everything here is different from the United States. In the United States, as long as you have money, you can rent a house, and as long as there is a job advertisement in the newspaper, you can find a job.

But here, without an ID card, everything is useless.

George Lucas, who was sitting at the head of the bed, frowned more and more.

"What I need is an identity!"

An identity that allows you to work legally here!
After thinking this through, George Lucas began to think about solutions.

Solving this problem is not complicated. Every world has its dark side, and this is no exception.

George Lucas secretly squeezed the phone number he had copied from the wall of the neighborhood, hoping that this guy's forged ID could deceive the employers who were recruiting. In this way, he could find a part-time job here. He could get at least a few dollars per hour. George Lucas was suddenly stunned, and then scratched his hair in annoyance:

"I am such an idiot. Since ID cards can be forged..."

Then it is certainly possible to forge a university diploma.

Even though George Lucas has a film degree from the University of Southern California, so what?

He couldn't just look for a job in Kuching with a foreign diploma, as this would only arouse suspicion from others. After all, a European with a diploma from a foreign school, and then applying for a job here as a local, would basically tell everyone that this guy was here illegally.

What George Lucas needs now is a job, a job in a film company in Kuching.

Since identity cards can be forged, academic qualifications can also be forged!
Excited George Lucas didn't want to delay for a moment, he rushed straight out of the somewhat stuffy attic room.

He trotted into the telephone booth across the street, dropped in a five-cent coin, and, trying hard to control his hands which were shaking with excitement, dialed the number written on the crumpled piece of paper.

After a few beeps, the other party answered the phone, and almost at the same time, George Lucas took a deep breath.

A slightly vicissitudes of life voice came from the telephone receiver:
"Speak, I'm listening."

The other party's tone was cold, without even a hint of Oriental politeness.

But George Lucas didn't have the time to care about these things at the moment. He lowered his voice and said:

"Sir, I need an ID and a certificate of education."

"A driver's license plus a diploma is 500 yuan in total."

The person on the other end of the line quickly quoted a price.

500 yuan, which is about 200 US dollars.

Lucas could still barely afford this price. After all, he had been working part-time in the United States for several years in pursuit of his dream of making movies.

With 2000 U.S. dollars in his pocket, he is not a penniless man.

After buying the fake documents, the remaining money was enough for him to live here for several months or even a year.

But Lucas still had some doubts in his heart, so he asked:

"Driver's license? Why not an ID card?"

There are two types of identity documents here. One is the citizen identity card. Everyone has this document and it is also the most common document. But there is also a driver's license. In many cases, people use the driver's license as an identity card.

"ID cards are too formal. No matter where you go, people will take a few more glances at you. Maybe you'll be discovered when you go to look for a job with your ID card. Are you sure you want to get an ID card?"

The other party explained a few words in an extremely impatient tone.

"As for the driver's license..."

George Lucas was a little unsure.

The person on the other end of the line grumbled.

“Damn new immigrants.”

Then the other party explained more and more impatiently:
“Here, a driver’s license has the same effect as an ID card, but many people will apply for a local ID card when they arrive in a new place.

Because this involves things like paying insurance, and not everyone will change their driver's license, nor is there a need to change it.

You see? You use other places here and know nobody cares.

But its effect is the same as an ID card. Although it is a bit troublesome to pay the insurance premium. But you can ask to pay it yourself, and people like you who are here illegally just need to find a part-time job, and such jobs all pay for their own insurance. "

Lucas asked uncertainly after listening to the other party's explanation.

"Can it be done?"

"Don't talk nonsense. If you want to do it, do it. If you don't want to, forget it."

George Lucas gritted his teeth:

Okay, it's a deal.

"Then it's settled. Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, the first bench on the west side of the Wangjia Stadium, bring your ID photo, payment first, goods later.

Don't be late, I'll only wait for you for two minutes."

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone directly.

Hearing the busy tone coming from the microphone, George Lucas, realizing that he had solved his identity problem, couldn't help but let out a long sigh, then waved his fist vigorously and couldn't help cheering.

"Haha, George Lucas, everything will be great tomorrow. You will definitely become a great director and be able to shoot movies that will amaze people all over the world."

Under the dim street lights, George Lucas in the telephone booth was full of hope for a better life in the future.

On this day, in George Lucas's view, he undoubtedly started his new life. From today on, this must be a brand new beginning.

(End of this chapter)