Those pits among Canadian immigrants (1)

It has been two and a half years since I came to Canada, and the process from studying to working to waiting for immigration just happened to encounter a global epidemic. I have mixed feelings when I think of this long and short day.

When I first decided to come to Canada, I stayed in New Zealand for nearly a year. I found that the country's skilled immigration policy was tightening day by day, and there were fewer and fewer roads to choose from, but I didn't want to return to China like this, so I set my sights on Canada.

It must be admitted that Canada is still the country with the most open immigration policy in the world. When you see so many things that attract you from the internet and from all kinds of colorful and messy introductions, people's brains will selectively pick out the parts that are useful to them.

My anesthetized brain told me that the road to Canada is feasible and fast.

I first saw the 7-up going abroad to push the project in Batai, Manetho, so I made a little investigation and found that Manetho, as one of the three grassland provinces, has a harsh geographical environment and a stable industrial structure. To put it bluntly, it is a place where hundreds of feet of worms are dead but not stiff. Without some fresh blood provided by immigrants, sustainable development cannot be achieved.

7 up is very famous in the immigrant circle. After listening to his live broadcast, I feel that people are still honest and don't talk so much. At that time, the Brandon project promoted by Qixi (one person studies, his partner gets a work permit and submits it to the provincial nomination project six months later) is more expensive. Moreover, although Brandon is the second largest city in Manitoba province, the provincial capital where birds don't lay eggs makes people feel drums, let alone the second largest.

The rational half of my brain told me to be careful, and the anesthetized half had quietly brought the word "Winnipeg" in.

—— To be continued—