Rebirth 79: I opened a bank in the United States

Chapter 533 Go to Georgia

"Don't go during the day, you know? Border Patrol's Mounted Police, there will be a shift change at six o'clock in the evening. At that time, they will withdraw for a while, and a new batch of Mounted Police will come over about half an hour later. Just At this time, cross the border."

A "servant" stuffed the voucher in his hand to Lao Mo outside the border, and at the same time, he kindly and pretended to be careful to give advice on crossing the border
"Ah ok. Thanks, it's just you"

Look at the voucher in your hand, then look at the servant on the opposite side
The Mexican refugee man seemed a little cramped.He didn't know what kind of route these "good-hearted people" came from suddenly, and why they gave him vouchers
"You don't need to thank that person, see? His name is Downs, and he came here just to show off. Alas, I'm a miserable person just like you!"

"Send a voucher, and I can earn ten dollars. As for you, after you get it, you can have a few days of free food when you enter the United States. As for him, you can gain prestige. There is no such thing as you in this United States." Such a good idea! This is a Vanity Fair, but, indeed, this place is better than yours.”

The "servant" seemed to be tired from distributing the voucher, and he didn't leave in a hurry after stuffing the voucher.He took out a cigarette, lit it on his own, and took a deep breath.
As if complaining, and a little contemptuous, he muttered:
"Hey, why am I telling you this?"

"Hey, sir, sir, you, I, I want to ask you, I hope you can help us, I heard that Texas is not friendly to us here. But I watched TV, some people in the United States said that we welcome refugees, As long as we work hard, we can not only support our family, but also obtain American citizenship. I... I also want to be an American like you!"

The more impatient the "servant" behaved, the more the old Mos believed that he was a talkative guy.Out of Xiaomin's wisdom, they hurriedly praised and asked for information that might be helpful to their future life.

"Oh, you really dare to think. You don't even look at where the gentlemen who said they welcome you are all in the north, in Boston! In New York! It's more than a thousand kilometers, you can go there yourself!"

"Servant" sneered after hearing what the old Mos said:
"It's American, you really dare to think about it. It's not bad if you can survive. In Texas, don't get caught. If you catch it, you have to be locked up! Or deported!"

"Then, how much does it cost to go to Boston or New York?"

"Not much, more than a hundred dollars!"

"Over one hundred?!"

The old Mos exclaimed for a while, followed by a sad face
Because none of them can afford the money!

"Hehe, do you understand? Let me stop here for the best of luck, that's all. I'll go over there to issue vouchers. Goodbye!"

Throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand, the "servant" made a gesture to leave.
"Wait, please wait! Sir, please, be kind and help me again. After we cross the border at night, where is it better to go?"

"It's the same wherever you go, you are not welcome in the whole of Texas! These days, the scene of the mounted police arresting people, are you blind? Can't you see?"

"Okay, don't bother me, I have to work too!"

"Wait. Sir, please!"

"We... just like you said, we are all hard-working people. My wife was beaten to death in the street, and my father was seriously ill and had no money for medical treatment. Now I only have these two children. I am fine if I am arrested, but the child is innocent. Yes, they beg you to show us a way to survive!"

With tears in his eyes, the old Mo man pulled the two children to their knees, walked all the way on his knees, chasing the footsteps of the "servant" who was gradually going away, begging
"Oh, go to Georgia!"

As if touched by the scene in front of him, the voice of "servant" floated from afar.

"Among the states in the south, I'm afraid that Georgia is not so resistant to you. After all, there is no border there. There are few people like you. As long as there are not too many people, they should not drive you away! Dirk Here in SARS, there are too many illegal immigrants."

"Georgia"

Reciting this noun silently, Old Mo, and several people around him, Old Mo, waited for the "servant" to walk away, and they all held the vouchers in their hands tightly.He looked back and forth like a thief, and after making sure that no more people knew the news, he got up with peace of mind.
"Burres, what do you say?"

"Listen to him, Georgia is in the south, and the cost of going there should be cheaper than going to Boston!"

"But the fare will cost tens of dollars. You have children, what should you do?"

"I don't know, let's find a way to sneak in at night, and then... see if the first information he gave us is correct. We can't fully trust him yet!"

"Yes, these Americans don't have a single good thing!"

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That evening, the Texas Mounted Police actually withdrew.
After tentatively crossing the border, Burres and the others reunited.As they got the "inside information" from the Americans, they spontaneously hugged into a small group.

"It looks like that person didn't lie to us?"

"Should be a good guy. We're lucky!"

"What the hell, didn't you hear what that person said? His boss was just doing it for show, hey, he said it was for charity, and he gave us ten yuan. It's not cash, it's just a voucher. Here, have you seen this before?" HT?"

"Okay, okay, it would be nice to have it! Let's think about how to get to Georgia? Don't care if they are showing off or something, it has nothing to do with us!"

Burres, who was more mature, took two confused children and made a decision in his heart.

"What's going on here? We don't have any money on us, and this thing can't be used as money!"

One of the old Mo waved the voucher in his hand.
"Let's go first! Go over there, and then see if you can get a ride from a kind person on the road"

"That's all it can do now."

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"Hey guys, where are you going?"

Walking on the side of the road heading east, Burres felt that his good luck seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

He hadn't gone far, and within an hour of a few people, a bus stopped beside them.A fat, red-necked driver with a simple and honest smile opened the door and shouted at them.

“We want to go to Georgia”

"Oh, Georgia isn't close. You...hey, are you refugees? What's going on with you? You're all running to Georgia. Get in the car. I'll give you a ride! I just want to go back too!"

"Okay, thank you, sir."

After Burres and his party got on the bus, they were surprised to find that the entire bus was filled with Mexican illegal immigrants like himself and others.This made Burres a little panicked, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
"Mr. Driver, they"

"Oh. Like you, they all said that they wanted to go to Georgia. Hey, I'm surprised. You all came to the United States with great difficulty. Why do you all want to go to Georgia?!"

(End of this chapter)