Chapter 111 New Company Liu Mei used to rely on work orders...
Liu Mei was able to obtain a visa because she had a job to accept her.
After his visa was torn up, he lost his job and had to live with his brother.
His brother's house is indeed better than the one they live in China. It is a two-story Western-style building, clean and beautiful, with electricity and telephone upstairs and downstairs, and there is also a nice car at home.
In China, he would not even dare to think about such a life. Even though he has won the Nobel Prize and has many job offers, he will not be able to live a comfortable life like his brother in the short term.
The production and quality of domestically produced cars are limited, and foreign cars are more expensive due to tariffs.
There are small gardens around the house, and the layout of other neighbors is almost the same.
"This is what it means to enjoy life. You don't even know that I feel so suffocated living in China. There are dirty bumpkins everywhere. When the bumpkins come to the city, they don't behave like human beings."
In Liu Mei's opinion, the most rude of the country bumpkins is Li Daohua.
"You should find a job tomorrow. I can't support you forever." Liu Ying felt that her brother was a moron. He didn't want a good visa and wanted to be an illegal immigrant. Even if it was a work visa, as long as he made money, he would have the chance to change it to a green card.
"It's not easy to find a job. I'm a Nobel Prize winner, and the whole world knows it."
Liu Ying was not very optimistic. America was different from China. There were Nobel Prize winners who did not make money and some who were even poor.
Li Daohua makes money in America not because she is a Nobel Prize winner, but because her novels have a market in America, and Liu Mei's novels.
It’s not that he looks down on his younger brother. In his opinion, his novels are shit. The Nobel Prize just forced the award on him for the sake of so-called correctness.
His novels had almost no sales in America, which he observed himself when he went to buy books.
Many bookstore owners don’t even know Liu Mei’s novels, they only know Li Daohua.
When Liu Mei first came to his house and saw Li Daohua's novel on his bookshelf, she was unhappy and thought that Liu Ying was aiding the enemy.
In fact, they are not even rivals in the American book market.
As expected, half a month passed and Liu Mei still hadn't found a suitable job.
There are jobs, but Liu Mei doesn't want to do them. The job he wants to do is like the one in China, which pays, provides leisure time, and is respected.
But in America, there are very few jobs like this, and even if there is such a job, it would not be Liu Mei's turn. The only job he could find was washing dishes in Chinatown.
At the beginning, some media were willing to pay to interview him, but after learning that he was notorious in the country, they felt that he was of no use and he was naturally abandoned.
"These damn people!" Liu Mei returned home today with wounds on her face again.
This wasn't the first time he was beaten. During the time he was out looking for a job, he was sometimes beaten up, and sometimes he was accidentally injured when he entered a "communication" with a club...
In short, he doesn't think there are any high-quality people, and those who look well-mannered are indifferent to him.
He also learned that discrimination is everywhere in America.
But so what? Look at this big house, look at the freedom of speech, look at this colorful material life.
"So, Li Daohua is the one who knows America best. Why are you fighting with her?" Liu Ying came home from get off work and was furious when he saw Liu Mei's look.
The burden of living with one more person is extremely heavy, and he also has his own family. If Liu Mei didn't know his home address, he really wanted to kick him out.
"Brother, how about I just go to your company? You don't want me to stay at home and not make money every day, do you?"
He felt that his brother's job seemed to be pretty good. Although he often left home early and came back late, the family never lacked food and drink.
Liu Ying was silent for a long time before she reluctantly agreed and asked him to pack up the next day and get up early to go out with him.
At that time, America's inspection of illegal immigrants was not particularly strict, and Liu Mei could still go out normally as long as she was not caught by the police. Therefore, when encountering problems in normal times, she should try to be patient and not cause trouble.
Liu Ying drove and quickly turned into a community and stopped in front of a magnificent house.
The house is a standard Chinese-style building, even antique-style, and does not fit in with the surrounding houses.
Liu Mei would subconsciously mock when he saw such a house. This had become his habit and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't mock it.
"A bumpkin is a bumpkin. Even in an advanced modern society like America, he can't change his backward and rustic ways."
"Shut up! From now on, stop saying these things to me. This is the boss's house and also the company."
Liu Ying is not patriotic or anything like that. His family has never taught him this kind of education since he was a child. He doesn't let Liu Mei say it purely for the sake of his job.
Relatively speaking, this job is the best and least discriminated job he can find, and the salary is of course not bad.
He is not an important member yet. Important members get higher salaries. He is working hard.
"Liu Ying, are you bringing a client?"
"No, it's my brother. He also wants to find a job here."
"Looking for a job...then go find Sister Tang."
After Liu Ying left, the receptionist curled her lips in disdain. There were more and more people who wanted to come here to find jobs every day, and all kinds of people wanted to come in.
Liu Mei followed Liu Ying and saw that most of the people here had Asian faces, with occasional Western faces.
After being warned by Liu Ying, Liu Mei didn't dare to speak at this moment, but just looked. The outside of this house was a traditional Chinese building, and the inside was even more traditional.
This is a bit too traditional, and many families in China don’t do this.
Lord Guan, the God of Wealth, gold ingots, the Bank of Heaven and Earth, and peach wood swords can be seen everywhere...
It's a mess, with Taoist and Buddhist things, and many people here wear long robes.
Soon they arrived at the so-called Sister Tang. Sister Tang was also wearing a long robe and her hair was tied up high and fixed with a hairpin.
If Liu Mei had observed carefully, he would have found that this hairpin was the same as the one Li Daohua wore when she attended the Nobel Prize ceremony. Even the material was the same, gold.
"Our company is only looking for general workers now. If you can accept it, then do it. If not, then look for another job. Your brother is not young anymore. I'm only giving him a chance for your sake."
Fifty years old is still young for the Nobel Prize, but old for work.
"Okay, general workers are fine too."
On the way out of the Personnel Department, Liu Yingcai told Liu Mei what kind of company this was and that their company was a funeral company.
They mainly sell funeral supplies, such as gold ingots, paper cars, and the like...
“The boss came from China a few years ago. Before coming, he spent money to find someone in China to buy the idea. After he came, he opened this funeral company.
Don't look down on it. This house is earned by the time spent here. The boss has more than one house. The general work you will do is mainly stacking gold ingots, and you may also be assigned to cutting work. "
When Liu Mei was stacking gold ingots, she heard the salesperson next door saying how many orders he had placed and how much he had sold that day.
He was puzzled. How could something like this, which was labeled as feudal superstition in China, be done openly here? It sounded like business was pretty good.
What he didn't know was that, although their company looked informal, they actually also supplied goods to nearby supermarkets. All of their products were handmade and blessed by masters, in order to add to the lives of their deceased relatives.
The eldest son of the Zhou family has lived a good life in recent years. He has money and connections.
The most common items in his study, apart from the printed Taoist and Buddhist classics shipped from China at high prices, are various novels by Li Daohua.
Even if the novel was not published in America, he would buy it from China at a high price just for the purpose of studying.
When he first went abroad, he was skeptical about the way of making money that Li Daohua talked about.
After all, Li Daohua may be successful in China, but not necessarily abroad.
Unexpectedly, he opened his stall on the first day and the customer was an old man. He took a fancy to the glittering gold ingots on the stall and when he learned what they were used for, he cried and bought a big bag, saying that he was going to give them to his son.
When he was talking about this, he also said that his son liked motorcycles. Unfortunately, his son died before he had the chance to buy a motorcycle for him.
This was a business opportunity. The eldest son of the Zhou family immediately said that he could burn a motorcycle specially used in the underworld so that his son could also ride a motorcycle in heaven.
No matter how the underworld and heaven were connected, the eldest son of the Zhou family successfully got in touch with the old man. A few days later, he sold a paper motorcycle and asked the old man to help him promote it.
Gradually, his small shop spread within such a small area that his family's business was no longer enough, so he bought a printing press and hired a few more people to expand production until it reached its current scale.
After his family became rich, he felt that all the haggling in the past was not worth it, and he even transferred money back home as compensation for his second son.
When recruiting people, he only hired Chinese. It's not because he is kind-hearted, but because foreigners are not very good at folding gold ingots and making paper-cut works.
This may be a result of a certain innate skill. Even people who have never folded gold ingots before can quickly get the hang of it after learning. However, this is not so easy for foreigners.
Moreover, Asian faces are more convincing when selling this thing, and the effect is doubled when he subsequently provides work clothes to company employees.
Occasionally, he would go to the company for inspection. Today, when he had just inspected the Jinyuanbao area, he heard someone chirping at Li Daohua.
"What the hell is Li Daohua? If I hadn't gone abroad, she wouldn't have gotten famous. There's no need for you to brag about yourselves and boost others' morale. We're in America, and Li Daohua can't come even if she wants to."
Even when stacking gold ingots, Liu Mei did not forget to promote herself, thinking that she would reach a high position sooner or later, and now was just a transition.
"Who is that person?"
"The worker who just came today is Liu Ying's younger brother. I heard he even won the Nobel Prize in Literature."
"Fire them both. Teacher Daohua is a benefactor of our company. It's their turn to talk nonsense here. Don't let them enter the company in the future."
Their company is not short of people, so firing two people is not a big deal.
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