"Miss, you must be curious, why don't I go to the police station for help, I want to go, but I'm not a resident of Switzerland, I'm just a stowaway.
If you go to the police station, you will not only not get help, but you will also be forcibly sent back to your home country. ” "But when I was sent back there, I had only one way to die, so I didn't dare to go to the police station for help, so I had to come and beg you, Miss."
The beggar said with a distinctly choked voice, and it was clear that he was not lying.
After listening to this, Mu Jinjing's inner emotions were very complicated.
She really didn't expect that there were such ignorant bad habits in modern society, and having blue-green eyes was the reincarnation of the devil and had to be burned to death, which simply couldn't be more ridiculous and ignorant.
Mu Jinjin sympathized with this beggar from the bottom of his heart and asked him, "Then how do you want me to help you?"
"Miss, what I want you to do is actually very simple, I just ask Miss, you to help me get a Swiss national ID card, so that I can stay in Switzerland to work and live like a normal person, that's enough," the beggar pleaded sincerely.
This matter is not worth mentioning to Mu Jinjin today.
If she is willing to write a letter to the government in Miss Rist's name, the people of the government will surely give the beggar the identity of the Swiss resident in her face.
This beggar was so pitiful that Mu Jin agreed without thinking about it.
She lowered her head and opened her handbag, hoping to find a piece of paper and a pen to write a letter, but found that there was no paper in the handbag, so she had to replace it with a white square scarf.
She spread the small square scarf on the palm of her hand and wrote a few lines on it with a pen.
"Dear Monsieur Earl, the bearer of the letter to you, a poor friend from afar, who has been humiliated by his people and has been forced to flee to the Swiss borders, I hope that Monsieur Earl, for the sake of my father, Monsieur Brunlist, will grant him the right to be a second-class resident, so that he may live as a resident of the Swiss border, and Miss Rist will keep the pen."
Mu Jin was afraid that the earl, who managed the household registration, would not believe that she had written the letter, so after writing it, she added her mobile phone number under the scarf, just in case.
She closed the pen and put it back in her handbag, then handed the scarf to the beggar and smiled.
"Sir, take this letter boldly to the police station, they will help you."
"Thank you, Miss, really thank you" The beggar took the square scarf, as if he was afraid that his hands would stain the square scarf, so he hurriedly put the square scarf into the cleanest pocket on his body and hid it, hid it and thanked Mu Jin again and again.
"Miss really thank you for being so kind, I will remember your kindness today for the rest of my life" "You don't have to, it's not a big deal."
Mu Jinjin smiled, and added as if remembering something, "By the way, there is a sentence I have to tell you, I helped you apply for a second-class resident, do you know what a second-class resident means, that is, you can stay in Switzerland for a long time to work or rent a house, but you can't enjoy the benefits of a first-class resident, after all, there are many restrictions on becoming a first-class resident, not just a letter?"
"Miss, I know it, I believe that with my own efforts, I will one day become a first-class resident, and then come back to repay you," the beggar looked at her and smiled, his green-blue pupils shining in the sun.
"It's good that you can be so optimistic" Mu Jinjin was very relieved in his heart, and then the gardener who had just gone to get things ran back to Mu Jinjin's side, panting, with a new set of clothes and a few bags of dry bread on his mobile phone. oshow7 t1706231537: