Chapter 282 Distressed Family Helping Hand

"I came to you because of a friend's request." Zhou Yi smiled and said his intention, and his answer naturally confused Mrs. Didiloa.

"Excuse me, this gentleman. Have you made a mistake? I should not know your friend."

The old woman was very sure that she didn't know any of the friends of the man in front of her, because just like he showed, a friend of such a rich man would never be a simple person. And they are obviously not qualified to contact this kind of people who are the most low-level people in society.

"You know him, madam, you definitely know him." Zhou Yi smiled and gave her a hint. "He's a superhero."

As soon as the word "superhero" came out, Mrs. Didiloa's face immediately turned pale. The reaction of his children was even more violent. The Mexican woman named Claudia quickly grabbed her daughter and pulled her behind her. And Francisco stretched his hand directly behind his back and took out the pistol stuck in his waist.

Zhou Yi has been defined by them as a person seeking revenge. So their reaction is also more intense. The family can't afford any setbacks now. So at this time, for the existence and stability of this family, Francisco can do anything.

However, he took out the gun, but there was no chance to use it. Because before he pointed the gun at Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi had already reached out and held down the barrel of his gun. The force generated by the firearm is not as strong as his hand, and naturally, no matter how much Francisco pulls the trigger, it will not help.

"Sir, please be sober. If I'm here for revenge, wouldn't it be more convenient and safer for a team of bodyguards to rush in than me?"

Zhou Yi's words failed to appease the impulsive Francisco's emotions, but it made Mrs. Didiloa figure it out. She pulled her son's arm and said to Zhou Yi.

"I'm sorry, this gentleman. The situation in our family is a bit complicated now, so maybe my child's reaction is a little too violent. Anyway, please don't take it to heart."

"Of course. I'm here to talk about things, not to look for things. Can you invite me to sit in and have a cup of coffee?"

Zhou Yi's expression was quite sincere, or it could be said that his smile was indeed charming. Under the offensive of his smile. The women of the Didiloa family gradually let down their guard. They don't believe that someone with such a bright smile can do anything bad, so they are also willing to do their duty as a master.

"Of course, please come in and sit, sir! It's just that the house is a little rough, so please don't mind." The old woman was the first to invite Zhou Yi to walk in from the entrance.

Instead of continuing to stalemate with his son there. As for the other woman in the family, no need for her mother to say anything. She consciously went to the kitchen to get busy.

It was impossible for Francisco to go against his mother's wishes, so when he felt the strength in Zhou Yi's hand loosen, he honestly retracted the gun, and at the same time began to look at Zhou Yi with a vigilant look until he sat down. to the only sofa in the house.

Soon, a cup of coffee was placed in front of Zhou Yi. For the sake of politeness, Zhou Yi picked it up and tasted it. But after this sip, he gave up his plan to continue drinking.

Because the taste is so weird, this kind of low-quality coffee that has been stored for a long time is sour and crying in the mouth. It's just a torture to the taste buds. However, as a guest, it is impossible to squirt this sip of coffee in front of the host. So he could only wriggle his mouthpiece with difficulty and swallow the strange-smelling liquid into his stomach.

As soon as he swallowed it, his face naturally turned ugly.

"Sorry, sir. We only have this kind of coffee at home. If it's too hard to swallow, we don't mind." Seeing the change in Zhou Yi's face, the old woman said embarrassedly. She knows what kind of things she has at home, and it is really too much to use to entertain guests.

"It should be me saying I'm sorry, but my taste is too self-willed." He explained with a wry smile. Zhou Yi touched the bridge of his nose and said. "I believe you know who I'm here for, ma'am. He and I are friends, very good friends. So. He asked me to do one thing!"

"You're here to get revenge on us, because we framed him, right?" Francisco, who had been on the side with a stinky face, immediately stood up when he heard this. He stood in front of his mother and the others and roared at Zhou Yi in a low voice.

He never thought that Zhou Yilai would be a good thing, and he was in a gray area all the year round. Never thought that there would be any rich people who would be kind to their family. They are marginal figures in society that no one cares about, not to mention that they did something wrong not too long ago.

Just like he wouldn't forgive someone for betraying them, he naturally thought that superheroes wouldn't let them go easily. Zhou Yilai is not good, this is the most real thought in his heart.

Ignoring the Mexican man who had been targeting him, Zhou Yi glanced at the environment where they lived. Then he spoke.

"Your living environment, the conditions are not very good, are they?"

"Sir, we didn't make mistakes because of this." Hearing Zhou Yi's question, the old woman turned pale. "We're not for the money, really not!"

Looking at this old woman who was a little disturbed by her own words, and who had to be supported by her own daughter, could barely stand up. Zhou Yi showed a gentle smile.

"I believe the power of money is great, but not so great as to buy other people's consciences. So, I trust you, ma'am."

Ignoring Francisco's angry eyes, Zhou Yi then said in an apologetic tone.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Before I came, I did some research on your family. So, I have some understanding of your situation. Is it because of the immigration order's compulsory removal order?"

"I'm sorry, sir!" The old woman's face turned pale again when Zhou Yi uttered the term that made their family almost fall into hell. But she still insisted as if she was praying. "I really have no other way. I can't let my child go back to that hell on earth. If you want to punish, just punish me alone. Even if I go to hell, leave me alone. These have nothing to do with my boys, sir. They are good boys, and they have never done anything bad."

"Mom, don't beg him. He can't do anything to us." Francisco went up and hugged his mother, then said fiercely to Zhou Yi. "Get out of here, right now. Or I don't mind throwing your body out."

Lady Didiloa's self-blame and pain, her daughter Claudia's confusion and grief. There is also Francisco's unwillingness and anger, as well as the fear and confusion of the little girl who was hiding and secretly watching here. It's hard to believe that a single forced deportation order can make a family so desperate. But it did happen in front of him, and Zhou Yi couldn't help but believe it.

"I know, I know. Madam, it's not your fault. Neither he nor me have any intention of blaming you." Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Zhou Yi tried to show a gentle smile. "He told me that if you made that decision with unspeakable pain, he wouldn't blame you. Because you've already blamed yourself enough. I'm not here for revenge. Because Neither of us is willing to do such a thing. I'm here for other things. For example, to see if you need my help."

"We don't need you here to pretend to be a good person, get out of here. We don't want to see you!"

The grumpy Francisco doesn't think Zhou Yi is really here to help. He has seen too many scumbags, so for such rich people, he has never been afraid to speculate on them with the greatest malice.

In his opinion, Zhou Yi was not a kind person who would help them. It's a demon with a bad idea that wants to push them into hell faster.

"Francisco, shut up!" The old woman stopped her son's irritability and wiped her tears. Hesitantly, he asked Zhou Yi. "Sir, what do you mean by help?"

Like her own son, she didn't quite believe that Zhou Yi would help them. But at this time, even if there is only a little hope, she will not give up. Right or wrong, she is willing to try. Anyway, for her, she has already carried enough sins. So, don't care about more.

"According to current U.S. law, the reason you are forcibly deported is that you cannot afford U.S. taxes, it requires you to have a stable job, and only then can you qualify for long-term residency in the U.S. In other words, if you With a stable long-term job, there is no need for natural forced repatriation." After a little explanation, Zhou Yi spread his hands. "I think I can give you a job."

It sounds simple, but in the eyes of the Didiloa family, it is so incredible. A job, no one in their family except Francisco has this kind of treatment.

It's not the kind of job where you work for someone else and then you get paid. That's a temporary worker, not protected by normal law. The real job refers to the kind of occupation in which the two parties sign an agreement and contract to stipulate a specific number of years, and go through normal legal procedures and are subject to various legal monitoring.

Only this kind of formal work will provide the country with taxes, and only then will the country include you in its system.

It is obviously impossible for the Didiloa family, who mostly only have high school level, to find such a formal job in such a city. Not just because of their education, but because of their black identity. No one wants a person who doesn't know the details to work for them, especially when there are thousands of them.

Only those who are truly tormented by this problem will understand how difficult it is. So, Zhou Yi said that to them it was like a dream. So much so that the old woman almost asked in a tone that she had misheard.

"Sir, can you say it again?"

"Of course, ma'am. I said I can offer you a job. A legal one that will save you from being deported." (~^~)