I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

Chapter 55: Come whenever you want and leave whenever you want?
"How much money have you made? You've already been targeted!"

After getting in the car, Chen Yaozu asked with a smile.

"Hehe, you know, I follow my fellow villagers and do all kinds of work, and I have some skills.

In America, there may not be much market for washing dishes now, and the money you earn in a month may not even be enough to pay the rent.

But if you know carpentry, electricity and welding, the wages will be quite high.

My daily wage for a job now is over 400 US dollars. If I rush the work and work overtime at night, it will be 700 or 800 US dollars.

This is because I don’t have a work permit, so my salary is a bit low.

However, the Chinese decoration teams here are famous for their speed, efficiency, and quality of work, so they receive a lot of orders.

Most of the houses here are made of wood, and they need to be renovated after just a few years of living in them. Decoration is a profitable business!
There were just too many orders, so the foreman didn't ask for my ID. If everyone had IDs, he wouldn't be able to find so many people to do the work.

Last month I worked 23 days, six of which were overtime, and this month I worked 18 days, four of which were overtime.”

Zeng Hongbing laughed and patted his pocket with some pride: "So I made some money because there was a lot of work in the past two months. Look, I'm back after finishing the work.

Waiting for the next live notification.

By the way, let’s see when the work card will be issued.

The foreman said that if the work card is issued, go and get a certificate as soon as possible to avoid any trouble! "

Chen Yaozu also understood that one needed a certificate to do anything here.

Even if you go fishing by the river, you still need a fishing license. If you dare to go fishing without it, you will most likely be fined or even prosecuted and imprisoned.

Not to mention, carpentry, electrical work and welding are considered special jobs in China and require certificates, let alone here.

By the way, here, even if you are a bricklayer, you need to get a license. Don’t charge money without a license. It is illegal to charge money.

Therefore, in fact, these illegal workers in Runmei have been jumping between illegal work and illegal residence. It is common for these Chinese illegal workers not to be paid.

Not to mention that there are many people who are keeping an eye on these people, calculating how much money they earn and how much work they do, to see if they are suitable for a grab.
"Then go and take the exam. Since you can earn so much money, then find a way to get all the necessary credentials and work hard for a long time.

Soon you will be able to repay all your hunger!
In case you are caught without a certificate, I heard the fines here are extremely severe."

Zeng Hongbing nodded and said, "I have also heard from my co-workers about the inspections they have encountered. They will conduct random inspections every once in a while, and part of the fines collected from the random inspections will be used to pay their bonuses.

So these people are very careful during the inspection.

We are working illegally in the renovation and construction industry, and the risks are huge! "

Chen Yaozu nodded, then watched the car quickly turn into a street. Looking at the faint cameras at the corners of the houses, he knew they were almost there.

I couldn't help but ask curiously: "How do you know the place?"

Zeng Hongbing pulled over to the side of the road and said as he took out the key: "My fellow villager told me that I can find out by asking the person who ripped up the passport here.

Those who have torn up their passports cannot get work permits without passports, and they dare not apply for new ones for fear that they will be arrested and deported when they go to apply for new ones.

So I can only live like this, working illegally for the rest of my life, getting paid in cash, and I don’t even have a bank card.

If you want to send the money back, you can only do it through underground banks, and they must know the way.

So, I took two packs of cigarettes and asked!”

As soon as the two got off the car, an Asian guy came over, glanced at them, and spoke with a Putian accent: "What are you doing here!" Zeng Hongbing quickly smiled and handed over a cigarette: "Brother, Uncle Bo introduced me here, I'll send you money!"

The Asian guy glanced at them and said to Jiang Li: "These two are here to remit money. Lao Bo introduced them."

Soon there was a reply on the phone, also with a Putian accent: "Bring them in!"

Unexpectedly, they were quite cautious. After they entered the room, they were searched and made sure they had no weapons. Then someone else took them into the elevator.

There was a password lock in the elevator. I had to enter the password before I could enter the floor number. The elevator only went up to the 3rd floor.

After getting out of the elevator, Chen Yaozu realized why he had to be so cautious, because the entire third floor was actually a small casino, with mahjong, pai gow, dice and poker, as well as two other games whose gameplay was unidentifiable. There were probably dozens of people in the whole place!
The henchman brought them into the office and said to the main seat: "Brother Hui, the people are here!"

There were two people drinking tea inside. A slightly fat middle-aged man sat at the main seat of the tea table with his hands folded. He looked up and looked out coldly.

It seems that he is the so-called Brother Hui.

As he entered middle age, his slightly plump figure could not hide the marks of his rigorous training, and the years had left some traces of vicissitudes on his face.

Most importantly, the cold light emitted from the eyes on his slightly plump face, which were as sharp as an eagle and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, showed that this person was extremely difficult to mess with.

"You are the only ones who want to remit money back to China?"

Zeng Hongbing quickly stepped forward and said, "Brother, it's me. I want to remit money, and my friend came with me."

Brother Hui glanced at him, but his cold gaze stopped on Chen Yaozu, who was neither humble nor arrogant and had his back straight.

After sizing him up for a while, she leaned back in her chair, crossed her bracelets and asked nonchalantly, "Where are you two from, and how much do you plan to remit?"

"Brother, I'm from the Northeast, and my friend is from eastern Guangdong."

Zeng Hongbing took out a wad of U.S. dollars from his pocket and handed it over with both hands: "I want to remit 15,000 dollars back. Brother, how much do you charge for the handling fee?"

Chen Yaozu, who was standing silently aside, was a little surprised. How long had it taken to save so much cash?
He didn't know that in order to have a good transaction record, Zeng Hongbing now uses credit card to pay for everything, and has hidden all the cash he earned from illegal work and saved it until now.

“30% handling fee!”

Brother Hui did not take the money immediately. Instead, after drinking a cup of tea, he raised his head slightly, looked at the somewhat nervous man from Northeast China in front of him, and said something that was hard to accept.

When Zeng Hongbing heard this, he subconsciously took back the money he was about to hand over. What a joke!
Fifteen thousand US dollars, and the handling fee is nearly five thousand, which is about thirty or forty thousand RMB according to the exchange rate!

So he got anxious and said, “Brother, isn’t it said that the handling fee is usually 5%?
How come I only received 30%? "

Brother Hui glanced at him, sneered and said nothing more, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The younger man with glasses and a suit sitting to the side sneered and snorted, "This is how we do things!
You are newcomers and have never been to the pier to pay your respects.

Since you are a newcomer, you will be charged the newcomer's price. For remittances of no less than $1 and no more than $3, a 30% handling fee will be deducted for the first time, no less than 2% for the second time, and no less than 20% for the third time.

The more you transfer money, the lower the handling fee will be!"

Zeng Hongbing couldn't accept such a large handling fee, and he no longer felt nervous about facing the gangster boss. He put the money back in his pocket angrily and said, "Then I won't send it, Yaozu, let's go!"

After saying goodbye to Chen Yaozu, he turned and walked out.

But I heard a shout behind me:
"Fuck you, do you think my Fuqing Gang's Changjiu Finance Company's territory is a nightclub, where we can come and go as we please?"

(End of this chapter)