Son-in-law: The Goddess's family was cheated at the beginning

Chapter 93

"I'm not here to help, I'm here to do business." Shen Lang said.

"It doesn't matter if you don't help. If you meet a miner, please send a message asking him to return the body to me, and I will take it to my hometown for burial." The pretty widow said.

"Well, well, what's it called?"

"My name is A Liang, and my husband's name is Zhu Chi." The pretty widow said.

Shen Lang sighed: "I can only do my best, but don't have too much hope."

He thought that if he met him, he would help him out, but if he didn't, he wouldn't look for it.

Shen Lang wandered around the village in the city again, but found no other news, so he returned to his residence, and saw that the brothers of the Mo family and Uncle Jiu had already met, and some of them were other people, but Shen Lang Lang didn't even know each other.

Uncle Jiu said, "I'm back, I'm waiting for you."

"What's the matter, what's the next move?" Shen Lang found a wooden board and sat down. He took the cigarette from Uncle Jiu.

This is Yueyan, it was very hot and choking at the first taste, but Uncle Jiu seemed to have gotten used to it, looking at his big sallow teeth, Shen Lang knew that this was an old smoker.

Uncle Jiu looked around: "This village is going to the Jilong Mine."

"The target is the mine?" Shen Lang asked.

Jiu Shuyi explained that it turns out that there are many organizations in the Dragon Kingdom. They publish typist or investment methods online to attract people to South Asia. Then when people arrive in South Asia, their mobile phones, passports and other related things will basically be confiscated.

And these people are usually treated as tools, with a miserable end, throw them away when they are used up!

This time, one of the tasks of the members of the Dao League was to perform this task, and by the way, search for the bones of other Dao League compatriots.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, and foreigners will never know how deep Longguo's affection for his hometown is.

Shen Lang had a hope in his heart. At that time, the little old man said that his biological mother was burned to death and was beyond recognition. But what if this dead person was not his mother?
Although the hope is slim, it can be regarded as a thought.

"We people pretend to be miners, but we have to intervene in their management and dig out this industrial chain, so that we can comfort the dead soldiers." Uncle Jiu said.

Shen Lang kept his mobile phone with Uncle Jiu. He took a fake mobile phone, and he and a few Daomeng members came to the suburbs the next day.

Here is a tropical forest, the temperature is very muggy, and mosquitoes bite constantly.

When they arrived near a thatched house by the river, a truck was already waiting. A group of people got off the truck. They all held thermal weapons in their hands. After surrounding Shen Lang, these people came one after another. He continued to droop the black headgear on everyone's bodies.

The men then herded the workers into the car and the car started.

Originally, Shen Lang planned to rely on his sense of direction to remember the way clearly, but what he didn't expect was that the car deliberately circled in place before setting off.

This anti-reconnaissance awareness is very powerful.

The road was bumpy, and many people also started to vomit because of the poor road conditions.

The car, which was in good shape, suddenly became a mess, with an extremely stench.

When Shen Lang's hood was opened, he found that he had come to an open place.

There are two fields here.

There are several excavators digging in one site, and another group of people are digging for something with filters.

Mo Dahai told Shen Lang that this was gold mining.

Gold panning in many places has been replaced by machines, but for some backward places in South Asia, it is all done manually.

Shen Lang was kicked out, and he was only allowed to wear a pair of trousers. The foreman was a burly man, and he threw a filter to Shen Lang: "All the gold you find must be handed in. If it is found that you have been caught, Immediately kill!"

At this moment, a young man wearing glasses appeared in the distance. He seemed to be in his twenties. He was covered with scars, crying and shouting: "I want to go back! I want to go back! You lied to me, and even Pretend to be a woman and lie to me!"

"Dare to escape!?" The foreman kicked over, took a big hammer at his feet, and smashed the young man on the back of the head.

puff!

The original good head suddenly exploded like an egg in a microwave oven, scattered everywhere, the scene was horrible.

Many workers were already numb, and more workers looked at the foreman in fear.

The foreman yelled: "What are you looking at? Go to work!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone went back to work one after another, and Shen Lang held the gauze net, imitating others in a decent manner, and Mo Dahai and others were not far away.

"Brother, you're new here." A middle-aged man said next to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang grabbed a handful of dirt, and washed it in the water: "Well, I came here when I saw a typist, I didn't expect..."

"Hey, young people nowadays want to do high-paying jobs, more than 1 yuan a month, as long as you type every day, unless you are a great writer, how can you earn so much money?" The middle-aged man asked. glanced at him.

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Why is brother here?"

"I saw an advertisement on the Internet, saying that I could marry a Vietnamese girl. I thought it would be a good thing, so I came here. I never thought that this **** is a trap!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, with a sad expression on his face , "I've been divorced before. It's very difficult for a second-married man who has no money to marry another wife. These days... there is no way for people to live."

Shen Lang covered his mouth and said: "Today, such dead things often happen?"

"That's right, you will die if you run away without permission, you will die if you hide gold, and you will die if you contradict the foreman. Here... you can treat yourself as an animal. You should eat and do things, you know?" The middle-aged man's tortoise theory , let Shen Lang listen to it very harshly.

Soon it was time for lunch. Lunch consisted of three potatoes and a piece of lard residue that was less than a tael.

It's okay to have enough food and clothing, but it's hard to swallow.

According to the custom, the workers have the right to rest for an hour after finishing their work, and these hard-working people brag about their previous lives to each other.

Shen Langxin said, it seems that it is human nature to brag, no matter how difficult the situation is, they always like to talk a few words.

Perhaps this is also a way to relieve stress.

He thought silently: "System, can I get in touch with the upper layer of the mine as soon as possible?"

[Ding dong!The host has two options. 】

[One, the host digs up gold, chats privately with the foreman, and then uses gold to ensure his own safety, reward skill: Golden Eye]

[Second, use the eloquent foreman, let the foreman become your little brother, reward skill: proficient in Vietnamese dialect]

Looking at these two choices, Shen Lang knew that it was very difficult, but in terms of eloquence, although Shen Lang was very confident, he didn't know the character of the foreman, what should he do if that person became angry?
So he still chose the first one.

[The selection is completed, the host masters: Seeking Golden Eyes. 】

(End of this chapter)