After arriving, he realized that he couldn't get used to the food, the living conditions, and most importantly, domestic companies still transferred money too slowly!
It would always be a month late. How was he supposed to live like that?
Especially after he visited his relatives and classmates back home, either they had struck it rich from demolitions or were leveraging the boom to start businesses. Even those who had dropped out of school had become very wealthy.
This made Ye Zhenli, who had always been a hardworking student, feel quite disheartened. He didn't want to be here anymore. Mexico had no future.
Being kicked out this time had completely made him want to escape.
In this place…
Money was king.
He finished his cigarette, sighed and got up to pack his things, but suddenly, everything went dark in front of his eyes. He looked up and saw four or five burly men standing in front of him.
"Mr. Ye?"