6kv Chapter 66: Sir, I really didn't lie to you.
Chapter 66: Sir, I really didn't lie to you.
Inside the walls of the sausage processing plant.
Two automatic sausage filling machines automatically stuff meat filling into the sausage, which then emerges from the bottom opening.
Several thin, pockmarked men deftly tied up sausages and placed them in a basket.
"When will this ever end?" Ding Jun couldn't help but sigh.
"snort!"
Another person, however, disagreed, saying, "We have food and clothing, and we have work to do. What's wrong with that?"
"Yes, our country is so free, and the white ladies are so kind-hearted, isn't that great?"
Another person chimed in, "I went to buy donuts the other day, and the saleswoman gave me an extra one."
As he spoke, a lecherous grin spread across his face. "I must say, these donuts are really delicious, hehe, so sweet~"
"you....."
Ding Jun's face turned pale and then flushed.
Unlike these freedom-loving, anti-China individuals, he committed a crime in China, got into fights, and couldn't find work after being released from prison.
I just wanted to come to the United States to try my luck, but I never expected it to be completely different from what I imagined.
Damn it, working 14 hours a day, no days off all month, and all I get is $700.
It's obvious they're taking advantage of my status as an illegal worker and exploiting me to the extreme. How can they call this good?
This amount of money is equivalent to about 5,000 yuan in China.
If I had known that this was the kind of life I would be living here, I would have preferred to set up a street stall and sell roasted sweet potatoes.
Ding Jun cursed his boss in his heart for being heartless, but there was nothing he could do.
Even in the United States, people with legal status still have a hard time making ends meet.
Moreover, those who work illegally without any skills or legal status can only eke out a living like rats.
...
While the undocumented workers were toiling away,
The direction of the entrance.
A figure leaped down from a wall several meters high and then walked unhurriedly into the factory.
This figure was none other than Bai Chen, who had come to search for the python's gall.
Enter the factory.
Bai Chen looked at the group of illegal workers, and the illegal workers naturally saw Bai Chen as well.
"Sir, who are you looking for?"
On the production line, a salesperson with a fawning smile spoke in broken English.
Where is your boss?
Bai Chen could tell at a glance that these people were all from China, so he asked them directly in Mandarin.
And then I heard Bai Chen speak Mandarin...
The people from Runren looked at Bai Chen with disdain.
Runren, who had previously praised the donuts as delicious, arrogantly remarked:
"Damn, so you're from China. What are you pretending for? You've delayed this black man's production; even selling you wouldn't be enough to compensate him..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking...
Runren felt a blur before his eyes, a tremendous force slammed into his face, and then he was sent flying, crashing heavily into the metal box of the sausage processing machine.
Upon witnessing this scene, the workers at Runren were stunned.
Ignoring the shocked crowd, Bai Chen glanced around and continued, "Where is your boss?"
"I'm sleeping in the office upstairs." Ding Jun couldn't help but swallow, pointing to a passageway inside the factory.
After getting the answer, Bai Chen strode towards the passage.
suddenly.
A voice rang out, "Big brother, be careful, that black guy has a submachine gun."
Bai Chen paused slightly, turned around, and found that the one who spoke was the young man who had given him directions.
"How should I address you, brother?" Bai Chen asked, intrigued.
"Ding Jun!"
Ding Jun was somewhat timid and dared not look Bai Chen in the eye. After all, the other party had just slapped his colleague, who was still unconscious.
"You just said 'nigger'? Who's your boss? What kind of gun does he have?"
"It was that guy, and he was an exploitative guy, with a submachine gun in his hand."
Ding Jun gritted his teeth whenever he thought of his boss.
He knew the boss had a submachine gun because the black man often threatened them, the undocumented workers, with the gun.
His most frequent saying was, "You lowly creatures have no status whatsoever. If you don't work properly, I could shoot you all dead, and no one would care."
"Ding Jun, right? Thanks for reminding me. As for submachine guns, I have some too..."
Bai Chen smiled slightly and patted his bulging waist.
Then, while Ding Jun was still in a daze, he walked upstairs to the processing plant.
...
The second floor of the sausage processing plant.
In the messy room, there was a slightly yellowed bed.
Two figures, one in black and one in yellow, were entwined on the bed. The black figure was Jamal Jansen, the owner of the sausage processing plant.
The Asian woman he was intimately entangled with was a female international student at Rees University in southern New Mexico.
In fact, the vast majority of the sausages produced by this factory are sold to poor international students at the University of Rees.
however.
Jamal, caught up in his excitement, didn't notice a figure silently appearing on the second floor in the darkness.
"That's fucking shameful."
Bai Chen was speechless upon seeing this scene.
With his keen eyesight, he could easily tell that the yellow-skinned woman he was intimately entwined with was definitely Chinese.
Although all people in Asia are of the same race, due to differences in culture and language, there are actually significant differences in the details of facial features.
"NO, NO, no, Jamal!"
Perhaps it was a woman's intuition that sensed something was wrong, and she wanted to speak up to warn the person on top of her.
Unfortunately, Jamal interpreted her reminder as a flirtatious advance, and feeling smug, he pressed on even harder.
Until an unfamiliar voice rang out.
"Blackie, stop for a second!"
Jamal paused, instinctively looking in the direction of the sound.
What he saw next sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh my god..."
All he saw was the muzzle of a black submachine gun, pointed directly at his head.
"Ah!~!!!" The woman, having finally seen the scene clearly, screamed in fright.
The screams were somewhat shrill.
Bai Chen, annoyed by the noise, pulled the trigger and fired a few shots to the side, then shouted:
"Shut up, or I'll kill you."
The screams stopped abruptly. Overwhelmed by the fear of death, the woman covered her mouth tightly, her eyes filled with terror.
"Oh, oh, oh, don't be impulsive, sir! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!" The black man next to him was so frightened that he trembled and quickly raised his hands.
"Hey, let me ask you, did you collect several hundred kilograms of python meat, and a snake gallbladder the size of a fist?"
Bai Chen asked in a deep voice.
"Python meat? A snake gall the size of a fist?" Jamal suddenly realized and nodded quickly.
"Oh, I remember now, three days ago, an Indian guy sold some python meat, a complete python skin, and a python gall bladder."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have cheated him by only giving him five hundred dollars. Oh, you're his friend, right? I can compensate you with the money from the sale."
Jamal sold the python skin to a collector yesterday afternoon for a whopping $10,000, so he assumed Bai Chen was there for revenge.
"Damn, it got sold again?"
Bai Chen's face was extremely grim. He forcibly suppressed his killing intent and asked, "Who did you sell it to? How much did you get for it?"
"The python skin was sold to Mr. Charlie for two thousand... no, three thousand dollars. Really, I swear, it only sold for three thousand dollars."
Jamal's eyes darted around before he lied, "I'm not lying to you, I really only sell the python skin, because Mr. Charlie doesn't buy python meat."
As for the snake gall, I plan to save it to make medicinal wine. That's what you Chinese women told me—that snake gall soaked in wine can make you more virile.
Perhaps to increase credibility, Jamal quickly patted the terrified woman, "You slut, tell this gentleman that what I said is true."