The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 28: Does this word have anything to do with me?

After the exercise time was over, a prison guard found Wang Fugui and others.

After some communication, Xiunuo became curious.

"Work?"

"Yes, work."

Xiu Nuo waved his hand: "No, that's not what I meant. If I heard correctly, you get paid for working in prison?"

"Of course I give you money." Wang Fugui looked confused. "Those who have been to prison often know that you get paid for working here, but it's not much. Take California for example, it's about 3 to 5 dollars an hour."

Whose good people are often in jail? Oh, no, I'm not a good person either.

Wang Fugui saw the confusion in Xiunuo's eyes and quickly said, "This is the first pot of gold that many people who come here can earn. Although the minimum hourly wage outside California is around $15, which is the highest in the United States, it has nothing to do with people without work cards. If you work illegally, you may not even get as much as the prison salary."

"So, working here is still a good thing?"

"At least it's like this in the border prison." Wang Fugui said, "After all, there are too many people in the border prison now. How can 500 jobs be distributed to thousands of people? Generally, they are given to those who perform well or are willing to share some of the profits. At the same time, priority is given to those who can speak English."

Zhao Hong was shocked: "Three dollars is also divided?"

"Don't even mention three dollars. If you don't give me three cents, you won't even get the job. The competition is too great."

Zhao Hong gritted his teeth and said, "That's right. Why do you still ask for so much when you're already in prison? It should be better to go outside."

"What are you thinking about?" Wang Fugui laughed when he heard this: "Don't people outside have to pay taxes? The tax threshold here is about one thousand dollars, so I can only get eight hundred dollars?"

Zhao Hong was stunned: "Why are you charging so much for such a low price?"

But immediately, Zhao Hong began to plead with himself: "Forget it, medical care is free here anyway, so if it's 800, it's 800. It's also a big saving if I don't have to spend money on medical treatment."

Wang Fugui burst into laughter as if he heard a joke.

"Are you kidding me, brother? Free healthcare? I'm not going to say that it's not all free, but even if it is free, do you know why it's free? Because you paid the money in advance when you paid your taxes, understand? California has the highest hourly wage, and also the highest tax rate, which can go all the way up to 37 percent, which includes your insurance costs. It's mandatory, understand? Mandatory."

"Can't I just not hand it in?"

"Unfortunately, you don't have to pay taxes unless you pay them, but if you get sick, expect to get a $5,000 bill for just a cold."

"Besides, do you know how long you have to wait for your so-called free medical care? I can tell you responsibly that for minor illnesses, they will have healed by the time it's your turn. For serious illnesses, well, you'll probably be dead by the time it's your turn."

"Isn't this outrageous? Can't you just not let him go to the hospital?"

"You can go to emergency, or go to a private hospital if you really need to."

Zhao Hong breathed a sigh of relief: "There is still a way."

"Then you will receive a sky-high bill. Believe me, a bill from an emergency room or a private hospital, let alone a guy like you, it may bankrupt some white trash here." Xiu Nuo was puzzled as he listened to it: "Can't they just rob?"

Wang Fugui said with a sincere look on his face: "They didn't do that, did they, boss? This is the kindness of America."

Xiunuo discovered that why did the meaning of some words change completely after they came here?

However, Xiunuo did not take this paid job. He just wanted to stay in the cell and practice well.

"What do you mean? I spent fifty thousand dollars! Fifty thousand!" Jonas tapped the table in front of him with his fingers, his face full of disbelief: "Tell me, you didn't know?"

The doctor on the other side was also embarrassed: "Sir, please calm down. From the MRI results, there is indeed a shadow in your head, but this shadow may be caused by encephalitis, glioma, intracranial tumor, congestion, etc."

"But considering your family history and what you said, you haven't had any head injuries in recent years, we still don't know what's going on. We need more detailed follow-up examinations. So, were you a rugby player when you were in school, sir?"

Jonas took a deep breath. "Is this the CTE incident you mentioned? The football player who shot and killed six people and then committed suicide was finally found to have a chronic brain disease that football players who have been suppressed by the NFL for decades will suffer from. But look at me, doctor. Please tell me, with my body shape, can I be a football player?"

"If that's the case, we can only wait for follow-up inspections."

“Fuck!” Jonas stood up. “So, apart from this damn shadow, there’s nothing wrong with my body, right?”

"I would even say that I'm healthier than most people! And I'm incredibly healthy!"

Jonas narrowed his eyes. "You've read my medical history, doctor. I want to ask you a question. I had a lot of sub-health symptoms before. Is it possible for them to disappear within eight months?"

The doctor laughed and said, "Of course it's possible. As long as you live a regular life, eat healthily, and exercise, recovery will be easy. You did it, sir. Please keep it up."

Jonas was silent.

He could swear on his fingers that the words uttered by the doctor had nothing to do with him.

Regular life? Come on, I'm a flour distributor!
Healthy eating? Unless drinking alcohol doesn't count as eating, then given the nature of his job, he was already showing the most restraint by not touching the flour.

As for exercising? Does fucking Cuban, Asian, or Latina chicks count as exercise?
Jonas is no fool, so he doesn't think of this as exercise.

Then, there is only one result.

This new boss of mine really knows black magic!
"Okay, I understand, doctor." Jonas stood up. "I will continue to cooperate with the examination. I hope you can figure out what is going on with this shadow in my head as soon as possible."

The doctor also stood up and said, "You don't have to worry too much, sir. You just need to protect your head. Although it has some shadows, the symptoms we mentioned before are not supported by any other abnormal physical examination data. So, maybe you are just under too much pressure recently."

Jonas smiled slightly and said politely, "I understand. Fifty thousand dollars bought the conclusion that I am healthy. It seems not bad."

After saying that, Jonas left. He took out his cell phone, called the police, and said in a commanding tone: "I don't care how much it costs, immediately, right now! Get the person out of that damn border prison!"

(End of this chapter)