[Goodness, he really is a scammer.]
[Trying to fool your old classmate? Forgive my bluntness, but you're the most shameless kind of liar.]
I have absolutely no pity for this kind of person; I suggest they be executed by slow slicing.
[It's one thing to hate your country, but you're also lying! Give me your address, I'm in the US, I'm driving over there right now to take him down.]
The chat in the live stream was very heated.
Lin Xiaozhe secretly sent a live stream link to the rest of the class. When they clicked on it, they were surprised to find that it was Xu Qiang, and they immediately understood what was going on when they saw Xu Qiang saying that he was lying.
He's such a liar.
So they all registered accounts, deciding to watch a little longer.
Wang Dalu has joined this live stream.
Wen Xiaomei has joined this live stream.
Zhao Gang has joined this live stream.
At this moment, the live broadcast camera was still focused on Xu Qiang.
"I can leave this awful place tomorrow."
Just then, a creaking sound came from the dark room. Xu Qiang quickly turned off his phone and pretended to be asleep. He squinted through a crack and saw a tall, dark figure walk to his bedside, take out his penis, and start urinating.
【??? Water?】
What's going on?
Is this broadcastable?
Can we tolerate this?
Viewers could almost smell the urine even through the screen.
Xu Qiang forced himself to pretend to be asleep and dared not make a sound. This was all Lao Mo here, and if he dared to resist, he would be beaten into an idiot in no time.
He's been getting beaten up here every day for a while now, and he's gotten used to it.
Old Hei shuddered, stuffed the thing into his crotch, wiped his penis with the clothes Xu Qiang had hung by the bed, and turned to leave.
You are utterly useless.
They don't even dare to utter a fart; they deserve to be bullied.
This is too tragic, too tragic. Is this what you call the happy life in America?
[What's going on with Xu Qiang?] Wang Dalu.
After waiting in the dark for a while, Xu Qiang took out his phone, logged into his Twitter account, and angrily posted a message.
"I got bullied again today. It's all because I have dragon blood in my veins. I hate my skin, my hair, everything about me!"
What's going on with this strange dragon kingdom?
Is it possible that the problem lies with you?
[Dragon Kingdom: Yeah, yeah, so it's my fault you were used as a toilet?]
This is the true plight of those who harbor anti-China sentiments at the bottom of society in the United States. Let this serve as a warning to everyone.
However, Xu Qiang was bullied one second, and the next second he was showing off in the class group.
"Recently, my company changed to a four-day work week, which is really annoying. I actually really enjoy working, but there's nothing I can do. That's how it is abroad; they don't let you work but still raise your salary dramatically." - Xu Qiang
However, no one in the class spoke up this time; they all looked at him as if he were a clown.
Wen Xiaomei didn't dare to speak. She didn't believe it. It couldn't be like that. She would wait and see.
Finally, dawn broke. Xu Qiang, who had money, thought he would no longer have to stay in the homeless shelter, so he completed the departure procedures, humming a little tune as he went to get his money. Little did he know that he had already been watched.
I had just withdrawn the money when three burly black men dragged me into an alley and beat me up. When they heard police sirens outside, they robbed me and ran away.
Xu Qiang stood up, leaning against the wall. Seeing the police arrive, he hurriedly stepped forward to report the incident. He had been quite good at English in college and quickly explained what had happened.
"Um, may I ask which neighborhood you live in?"
When Xu Qiang told the policeman about his community, the policeman frowned. He knew it was a notoriously impoverished community, inhabited by undocumented workers.
The police officers, who had been so enthusiastic, became indifferent.
"I understand. We will handle your situation. Just wait for news."
After saying that, the policeman got into his car and drove away without looking back.
High EQ: Wait for news. Low EQ: I don't care about this.
"Of course we'd care. You're not American."
It seems he doesn't even have a green card.
This is so tragic, so true.
Xu Qiang was so angry that he cursed loudly. This time he really broke down and found a place to secretly wipe away his tears.
He regrets it terribly now. Back then, he was determined to come to the free and democratic United States. He sold his house and car, thinking that he would become rich and successful in no time.
As soon as he arrived in the United States, he was robbed and swindled by various underground forces. Since he didn't know anyone, he decided to avoid trouble and endured it silently. In the end, all the savings he had from selling his house were robbed and swindled away.
They had no choice but to sleep on the streets.
Later, he learned that the house he sold for several million had appreciated to tens of millions in less than two years, and he slapped himself twice on the spot.
But there's no turning back now. All I can do is collect photos online and post them on social media to try and feel relevant, saying I'm living the high life, all for the sake of my pathetic self-esteem.
He wouldn't have lied to his old classmate if he hadn't been desperate for money lately.
I never expected that the money I had just received would be robbed again.
There's really no other way now, so I can only try to find a job first.
Otherwise, they really would have to sleep on the streets.
Xu Qiang turned on his phone camera and saw that although he was only thirty years old, he looked much older, mainly because he had been exposed to the elements for too long, which was particularly damaging to his skin.
He had just been beaten up, his face was bruised and swollen, and his lip was cut. He wiggled his front teeth, which were loose from the beating, and dared not move them. He was already broke, and medical care in the United States was too expensive for him to afford.
Holy crap, that's fifty already.
[Is this Xu Qiang? I almost don't recognize him.]
What on earth happened to him? I never imagined he was going through such a miserable time. I thought he had finally made it big.
"Thanks, but a few days ago I saw an agency recommending jobs in the US, but now I'd rather be screwing screws in an electronics factory than go there."
Many people in the class were talking in the live stream. Now they finally realized that Xu Qiang's life in the United States was not as good as they thought, and was even quite bad.
Xu Qiang wanted to find a job at a Chinese restaurant, but most people wouldn't dare hire someone as dirty and injured as him, and he was rejected by several restaurants in a row.
At this moment, Zhao Gang posted in the class group: "@Xu Qiang, it must be lunchtime by now, what are you eating? Let's be envious."
Xu Qiang immediately produced two photos.
"A $20 all-you-can-eat buffet, all seafood. Look at this lobster, it's so big. Eat as much as you want. I only come here occasionally. You can tell from all the Mexicans in the restaurant that this kind of place is too low-end and not good enough for someone like me."
Wang Dalu: "I'm so envious! Seeing this makes me want to go too, but I'll pass, haha."
"Contact me if you're interested, and come live a life of luxury in America with me." - Xu Qiang
After saying that, Xu Qiang looked up and found another Chinese restaurant. This restaurant seemed to be short-staffed. Although the owner disliked Xu Qiang, he still frowned and hired him.
"Sixteen hours a day, one hour break at noon, $100 a day, work or leave."
Live broadcast room.
Sixteen hours? A black slave, perhaps.
[It's even darker than in China.]
What?! Fifteen hours a day, less than three thousand a month? That's worse than being a slave.
Can you agree to this?
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