The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 157: Construction

Looking at his tent, Patch was a little confused.

How did I end up back in this place?

Didn't my boss give me 200,000 yuan? Why did I become a homeless person again?
Oh, by the way, the boss said he could give him the money, but Jonas was not ready for money laundering.

Damn Jonas! You treacherous white people!

What else was he trying to trick me with?

Oh, by the way, he said that he came here to organize the homeless.

Now Patsy Rio is no longer just a name, but a real celebrity. A living celebrity.

Patch didn't know that it was because the people behind the lab had reached a tacit compromise with a non-existent organization.

He is a hero, a hero who has been observed for more than half a month. After those guys found that Patch was indeed honest, the tacit understanding was formed.

In fact, Patch had to be honest. Those words were taught to him by Xiunuo. After Xiunuo stopped teaching him, he really knew nothing.

A man tapped Patch on the shoulder: "Oh, you are Patch Leo, right?"

Patch turned around and looked at the white man next to him. "Who are you? Oh, I know you. Are you the one who killed my ex-wife?"

John laughed, "Don't say that Patch, I'm acquitted."

Patch seemed to have thought of something. "Oh yeah! It was that bastard Jonas who defended you. I remember now. So, after you got out of jail, you came back to be a homeless person?"

"Not just the homeless." John smiled and said, "We have other tasks. Now, gather the homeless people here. You can definitely do it with your fame."

"What do you mean?"

"Go ahead and do it. If you don't want to be a homeless person anymore, at least I don't want to be one anymore."

Patch frowned, but nodded. "Okay, you guys always have some weird ideas."

With that, Patch walked out of the tent and walked up to a black man: "Hey, man."

The black man looked up and jumped up when he saw it was Patch: "Shit! Who did I see! Patch! You're not fucking dead!"

"Fuck you, stop wishing me dead." Patch said dissatisfiedly, "I'm living a good life now, you know? Do me a favor."

"Of course, my brother." The black man and Patch gave each other a big hug. "I'm willing to let you lick your dick now, because you dare to stand up for that poor kid. You're really a brave man, but it's only this time, okay?"

"Go away, stop disgusting me, find some brothers and call back all the homeless people here."

"Huh? Why are you calling them? It's lunch time now. No one is here."

"Then tell them, I'm here to give out money! Those who want money, tell them to get out of here!"

"Oh, no problem!"

This guy ran out and found a few people to join him.

Patch went back to find John, but was immediately stunned: "Joe? When did you arrive?"

"I've been at Patch the whole time," Jonas said with a smile. "You said you were going to give me some money, didn't you?"

"Uh, I'm just saying."

"We are going to pay," Jonas said, "and it will be you and John together."

"What happened?" Patch looked confused: "Is there something I don't know?"

"You just need to give out money later. The boss decided to set up a homeless shelter to help every homeless person." Patch's eyes widened. "Does the boss have enough money? Is he going to throw money into such a shabby place?"

"Patch." Jonas frowned. "You're a homeless person too."

"I have two hundred thousand! I'm not a bum!"

"Then how are you going to explain to the IRS where you got the $200,000? Is it your film pay? Do you think if you explain, will these people who are shouting your name tear you apart?"

Patch: “.”

"You're such a jerk Joe!"

"Thank you. Now I'll tell you what you are going to say and do next."

Soon, homeless people from all over came back.

When they came back, they found that a small shed had appeared in the small square in the city center.

And there stood a former neighbor, now a hero.

Still two!

They even had microphones and there were speakers around them.

The most important thing is that there is a table here, and on the table there is a box, and the box is full of US dollars!

Some people are already jealous.

But after seeing the two people next to Mei Jin, the greed in their eyes stopped.

Seeing that most people had arrived, John tapped the microphone and said, "Hello everyone, does anyone recognize me?"

"Of course John!" Someone had already shouted, "You took the last bottle of juice from me! You forced me to drink tap water. I will remember you for the rest of my life. But! You are really brave, John."

Looking at his former neighbor, John laughed: "Damn it, I didn't ask you to remember this."

Patch stuck his head out from the side. Although Jonas had just said that he was not the main speaker, Patch felt that this was not a good idea. Why should he listen to you in everything? You are not the boss.

So, Patch's voice came out: "So, no one remembers me?"

This time, there were even more people making a fuss: "No one will forget the hero Patch! I won't bother with you for bringing people to intrude on my team."

Patch looked dissatisfied: "You are the only one who remembers this crap Will, I thought you would say welcome back to me."

A group of homeless people suddenly burst into laughter. They shouted to Patch and John, "Welcome back! Los Angeles bugs! Welcome home!"

This group of the lowest class people in Los Angeles are speaking the most sincere words at this moment, even if these words are full of vulgarity.

After he finished speaking, someone shouted, “You two, we came back without having lunch. If we have to starve in order to welcome you, I think you should not come back. So! Let’s get to the point, okay? And those US dollars! Don’t tell me you brought them back to show off to us!”

John was about to say something, but Patch had already grabbed the microphone and said, "Don't get excited, man. You have to eat your meal mouthful by mouthful. Why are you in such a hurry? I can tell you that this money is yours! So, can you listen to us now?"

"Oh! Praise God! Patch, you are a hero! With your words, not only do we have to listen carefully, we can even listen with our butts sticking out!"

"I don't want to see your butt. You haven't showered for at least a week!" Patch said, looking at the homeless people: "A lot of our old friends are missing here, right?"

This one sentence made everyone present silent.

Yes, many of the homeless people here have disappeared. As for where they are, everyone knows it.

(End of this chapter)