The year 2004 seems to have passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it's June already.

The weather in California is getting increasingly hot.

From the perspective of the United States here.

May is considered summer.

So, right now we can definitely say it's very hot.

But this scorching weather is nothing compared to the heat of a certain industry.

Sandra drove a large SUV to the border between Los Angeles and San Diego.

The land in the United States is really vast, and crucially, there's a relatively low population.

Thus, many places appear to be vast but sparsely populated.

Sandra drove the car into a place that looked like a temporary building from the outside.

Except this temporary building looked quite large from the outside.

Upon entering, there were surprises found.

After parking the car, someone came over to greet Sandra.

Sandra had such a compelling aura, she didn't even bother to look at them.

She walked straight inside.

Passing through several doors, and then…

Wow!

Those who don't understand might think this place is a botanical garden.

But the plants being grown here seem odd.

Very singular, just one type, with serrated leaves.

Sandra looked over and felt very satisfied.

"The progress is quick."

"It's all thanks to Ms. Sandra's expert guidance."

"But, it seems…"

"You're right, we're still short on manpower."

"Go find some!"

"But it's not easy."

"Fools! Don't you know how to silence those who don't understand?"

This old lady Sandra is truly ruthless.

The subordinates listened and nodded repeatedly.

Exactly.

This is the 'project' that involves Sandra, a South American drug lord, and Dean Carlos cooperating.

Carlos himself moves fast.

Very swiftly obtained a lot of 'approvals.'

After all, he is the dean of a large hospital, using research as the purpose for this cultivation.

In today's California, this is legal.

That's how the law is stipulated.

As for whether the planting is too much… it doesn't really matter.

Be it the project at hand, it's just one among many 'projects.'

Sandra's current focus for work has shifted to inspecting projects everywhere.

However, there's one thing that troubles her greatly.

Manpower issues.

It must be admitted, the Latin Americans coming from Mexico.

Indeed, there are quite a few.

But among them, a lot simply serve as carriers.

When caught, they're likely imprisoned or sent back.

And a portion, especially the Old Mo.

They're truly chasing the American dream.

Meaning, these people come to the United States, regardless of illegal immigration status.

First find a job.

This allows them to establish a foothold, earn some money, and bring their relatives over.

If they're lucky enough for an amnesty or something.

They can turn from illegal to legal.

California is a Democratic Party stronghold, and the Democrats have always had a good attitude towards illegal immigrants.

Of course, under the current laws, they can't be too good to illegal immigrants.

But in California, Old Mo who stay grounded and work diligently is truly numerous.

Old Mo are prevalent in various industries.

Though they can't perform overly complex or challenging tasks, some manual labor and grassroots jobs.

No problem.

Even when many bosses complain they're too lazy.

Quite a few work one day and rest for three, akin to the Sanhe Great God's state in the Eastern Great Power.

Old Mo remains an important component of California's labor market.

Yet now, Sandra and her team find themselves short-handed!

This situation took Sandra and her team by surprise.

Originally thought, cultivating research crops counts as labor-intensive.

Should have attracted many Old Mo compatriots.

Unexpectedly, few compatriots engaged in this industry.

Sandra had no choice but to have the team hire some 'other people.'

Who exactly are these 'other people' referring to?

...

Chen Ming, took a flight and arrived in California, USA.

His first stop was with a guide at a place in Los Angeles called Ding Fatty Square.

The guide was very enthusiastic.

"Ding Fatty Square was originally named after our compatriot tycoon, nicknamed Ding Fatty, who bought property here in the '70s, succeeded greatly in business subsequently…"

Listening to this explanation, Chen Ming grew increasingly confident.

Can I be worse than Ding Fatty?

Ding Fatty went from a small merchant to being the namesake of this square.

I, Chen Ming, must certainly surpass him!

That thought is nice.

Except the guide didn't introduce Ding Fatty Square fully.

Naturally, until today, the previous Ding Fatty has gone bankrupt.

Ding Fatty's Ding Fatty Square undoubtedly shone bright in the past.

This Ding Fatty was indeed wealthy back then.

But later, that turned into a sad story.

Like many American entrepreneurs, initial success is fleeting.

The subsequent bankruptcy and return to original state is real life.

Instances like Ding Fatty's are not rare.

For example, Writer Cao of "People in New York."

He was successful too, but later not so much.

A decade later, two decades since the show's broadcast.

Writer Cao lamentably wrote that after struggling for years, it amounted to nothing.

Looking back, he felt it wasn't worth it.

Chen Ming was completely unaware of this; he just thought Ding Fatty Square seemed nice.

The guide was exemplary, providing detailed explanation, emphasizing:

One can find a job at Ding Fatty Square.

Once Chen Ming found a decent place to stay, he immediately took an action.

He tore up his passport.

After this, the following day, Chen Ming.

Went to Ding Fatty Square.

This time, it wasn't for sightseeing; it was to find work.

"Anyone interested? Meals and lodgings included, monthly salary 5000 US Dollar!"

Huh?

What kind of Immortal job is this!

Seeing some guys looking very much like Mexicans shouting such high pay.

He eagerly went over to apply for a job.

"Know how to do farm work?"

"Of course!"

"Alright, follow along!"

This was said in English, and when Chen Ming rode their car to the place of employment.

Something seemed odd.

Ignoring the type of crops, primarily these people… speaking mostly Spanish Chen Ming didn't understand.

Moreover, the crops… made Chen Ming inexplicably afraid.

But the employer was straightforward.

"Work well, monthly salary is 5000 US Dollar, you can't find such elsewhere, and just don't ask anything, say nothing, got it?"

5000 US Dollar indeed!

Truly, gold is scattered across America!

Chen Ming was thrilled and agreed promptly.

But this migrant didn't realize, his nightmare was beginning!

...

The "Beautiful Suffering" show is nearing the completion of a recording phase.

This time we're recording more episodes.

Then airing them in the summer of 2004.

Given previous successes, recording more is normal.

But we'll leave three episodes unrecorded.

Because in the final phase, we still need to assess the contestants' popularity.

It's all about viewership, their popularity determines eliminations.

Currently…

"Mr. Chris Pratt, you are eliminated!"

Zhou Mo Sen, Dr. Zhou, said directly to a tall handsome white guy.

This handsome guy… sobbed!

Yes, Zhou Mo Sen just eliminated Star-Lord.

Yet, this guy clearly hadn't awakened his funny streak.

No matter, let him go cry a while.

Thus the recording…

"Very good!" Chris was very satisfied on that side, even gave Chris Pratt a few kicks, "Cry a bit harder."

"Huh?"

"The more genuine the crying, the more screen time I'll give you!"

With those words, oh boy.

Chris Pratt's crying was truly a Ghostly Wail.

Many couldn't help but laugh.

Sure enough, the cameras were genuinely recording him.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Mo Sen thought.

You don't yet know what this guy will become in the future.

Forget it, but there's no need to say.

Zhou Mo Sen was more concerned with the nearby Jennifer Connelly.

This mature beauty wife, had just been watching him.

Now, her gaze shifted elsewhere.

At this moment, she still hasn't figured out what to give Zhou Mo Sen…

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