I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 169 Hollywood's God of Flipping Pots

At this point, the young man on the opposite side could no longer hold back.

"You still found me."

“Why are you pretending to be Japanese?”

Su Fan was quite curious.

Because of that history, anyone who grew up normally in China has no good feelings towards that island country.

Being mistaken for a Japanese in a foreign country is tantamount to being pointed at and scolded.

"They have become homeless. If they confess the truth, wouldn't it bring shame to the country..."

The young man chuckled.

"Depending on the situation, I can actually be a Korean smecta."

...This kid is really a talent.

Su Fan was left speechless.

Just like the Chinese call all people with blond hair and blue eyes "laowai". Foreigners can't tell the difference between people from different Asian countries.

He can really fool people with his two words of Japanese and Korean.

"Do you have the strength?"

The young man opposite was stunned, and then he saw Su Fan pointing to the bag behind him.

"Carry these to my shop and I'll pay you for your labor."

"No problem, but can I ask the price?"

"Enough for you to live well for a while."

Hearing this, the young man immediately stepped forward and was about to take Su Fan's bag.

Along the way, the latter also revealed how he became a homeless person here.

I believed the boasting of some people, believing that there is gold everywhere, fried chicken for one dollar, washing dishes and living in a big villa.

After coming to the United States illegally, I have no identity or work permit and can only work illegally.

The families of undocumented illegal workers are bullied to death and their wages are directly deducted.

I didn't expect that this guy was so combative and reported the restaurant owner for tax evasion to the tax bureau.

I did it to five companies and reported four of them.

"At the time, they said the minimum hourly wage in the United States was so-and-so, and everyone could afford to eat. After I came here and worked illegally for a month, they gave me a few hundred dollars."

"I've done everything from plastering, washing dishes, and decorating. I've become more and more diligent, but the money I have is getting less and less. I feel like I've been paid to do forced labor..."

Having said that, the young man couldn't help but sigh.

"And you became a homeless person when you couldn't find a job?"

"That's about right. But don't underestimate being a homeless person. There are many tricks involved."

At this point, the other party actually became a little proud.

With great excitement, he began to introduce to Su Fan how to beg for food more efficiently.

He knows exactly which relief stations around here have the best food and which places distribute relief meals at regular times and locations.

"Receiving relief meals is already like begging, how can I get over this mentally?"

"Hey, what's the point of getting by? If you don't admit that you are a beggar, does that mean you are not one? Besides, what's the psychological pressure in asking them for food?"

"The old man has already paid us."

Su Fan: ...

"Moreover, for these businesses and stores, distributing these expired foods to the homeless is much cheaper than directly dealing with them, and they don't have to be targeted by environmental organizations."

“I have done my homework on all of this.”

Su Fan's mouth twitched again when he heard that.

And you're still doing your homework. If you studied that hard, you would probably be brought here as a serious talent.

At this point, the young man's tone suddenly dropped again, and he sighed.

"Now it seems that this place is not as good as what is said in magazines and on the Internet. Those people who wrote the articles probably haven't been here themselves, but they keep praising it. It's nothing."

"Are you thinking of going back?"

Su Fan asked casually.

"That's about right. I originally wanted to make a name for myself, but now it seems a bit difficult."

The young man nodded without hesitation.

"What about the money you spent? Don't you want it?"

"Just think of it as a lesson learned. What else can I do? I can't come back, and I'm upset just thinking about it. It's better not to think about it."

Su Fan glanced at him and could actually sense a bit of open-mindedness from his expression.

It feels like the person who left me yesterday cannot be kept.

"If you are ready to go back, I have some advice for you."

Su Fan said calmly. "What suggestions?"

The young man's eyes lit up.

Those who can make a name for themselves here are all capable people.

In his opinion, Su Fan's suggestions are of great reference value.

"Go try to make some money and invest it in real estate."

"house?"

The young man was somewhat confused about what Su Fan meant.

"Although the price of that thing has increased slightly, it is something you live in after all, so it shouldn't be too expensive."

"I just said it casually."

Su Fan did not continue to explain.

Not too expensive? You really haven’t seen the crazy rise in the property market.

"But since it's you, the boss, who said that, I'm going to listen to you."

The young man did not continue to question and nodded seriously.

The distance from the mall to the antique shop was not very far, and we arrived at our destination quickly.

"Do you need me to carry it in for you, boss?"

"No need, just leave it here."

Su Fan took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to him.

"Thank you, boss. May God... um, may the God of Wealth bless you."

After the young man took the banknotes, he nodded, said something auspicious, and left the antique shop.

Su Fan looked at his departing back and couldn't help but smile.

He's an interesting guy.

If we calculate the time, domestic real estate prices have almost started to skyrocket.

If this guy is obedient and goes back to invest early, he can make a fortune immediately but become a member of the petty bourgeoisie.

Speaking of which, Su Fan himself also has some money in his hands.

How about trying investing?

Before Su Fan had time to think about it, he felt a pang of hunger in his stomach.

Desserts can only sustain you for a while. If you really want to fill your stomach, you still have to eat a proper meal.

Let's use the spatula first...

I took out many ingredients from the bag and started to process them simply. After a while, bursts of fragrance came from the kitchen.

Eating chocolate before did replenish his energy, but it almost choked Su Fan to death.

Now when I smell the aroma of real dishes, my appetite is even more aroused.

Su Fan didn't bother to put the food on the plate. He waited until the food was cooked, then turned off the fire and started eating with his chopsticks.

After a while, he turned on the gas stove again and continued to swing the spatula.

Looking at the dishes tumbling in front of him, Su Fan felt like he was the wok-flipping god in Hollywood.

Of course, he did not forget to cook the rice.

As he repeated the actions of washing the pot and turning the fire on and off, the many ingredients in the bag were rapidly decreasing.

Not long after, the sound of a door opening was heard.

Su Fan didn't go to see it.

I just used my spiritual sense to explore it briefly.

It's Ron.

She pushed the door open carrying the packed meal, looking for Su Fan.

When the witch woke up in the morning, she brought a breakfast from the hotel restaurant.

When they arrived at the house, they found that Su Fan was missing.

I had no choice but to return to the hotel and visit again after a while.