The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 37: Awakening Something Different
Back in Silver Lake, the atmosphere was instantly different.

Jonas was a little confused: "So, boss, why did you go to the slums?"

"You always have your own needs, don't you? By the way, do you know where those homeless people come from? Are they all divorced people?"

"How is that possible?" Jonas laughed. "Those are just subdivisions of the real reasons. Thanks to the free market economy, countless industries in our country can relocate in pursuit of extreme profits and lower labor costs."

"For the elites, this is about controlling costs, but for ordinary people, it means a sharp drop in jobs. Without jobs, but with expenses, there will naturally be more homeless people."

"Whether it's because of credit bankruptcy, being fired, divorce, etc., it all comes down to financial problems," Jonas shrugged.

"So they're unattended?"

"Of course there are. California has allocated $240 billion to help these homeless people in the past three years. And how many homeless people are there in California? About 17 to 20. Even if it's 20, each person can get about $1000. But have those homeless people ever seen money?"

"Where's the money?"

"It's used to help the homeless?" Jonas replied. "For example, if they build two more toilets, tens of millions of dollars will be gone. For example, if they allocate funds to a charity organization, they can use tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars to set up a shelter for the homeless for a month and distribute food, clothes, etc. There are so many unofficial shelters in California that only provide food. Wouldn't all the money be spent?"

Xiu Nuo raised his eyebrows: "The prices are quite expensive."

"It's not bad. Compared to the $90,000 bag of screws, it's a good use of them."

At this point, Jonas added, "Just like all problems are actually economic problems, homelessness is actually a business, boss. Don't tell me that you went to the slums and suddenly felt sympathy for the homeless. You are not that kind of person. Do you remember what you were like in Honduras?"

"Do you think I'm a saint?" Xiunuo asked back.

"of course not."

Xiu Nuo shook his head: "That's the problem. Qiao, I need to understand this country in every aspect. Do you have any suggestions?"

“This is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.”

"I am still very confident in my learning ability. At the same time, I think I have plenty of time."

"Well, here, many rules are different because of different classes. Many people see things differently, just like the dispute between me and the king, so."

Jonas was halfway through his speech when he saw Xiunuo's expression and suddenly realized something. He immediately changed his words and said, "I will do a good job of this."

"Very good." Xiu Nuo nodded, and then thought of something: "I just heard something very interesting."

As he spoke, Xiunuo told the story of John again.

After listening to this, Jonas was not as dull as Li Yang at all. He had a completely different perspective: "It seems that the gay lawyer named Johnny is not very good."

Xiu Nuo was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Jonas thought for a moment, "If I were Johnny's lawyer, I could at least ask that unfortunate John to pay me some mental damages, but obviously, Johnny didn't do that. Maybe he missed the old times, or maybe he was just too stupid."

Xiu Nuo was a little surprised: "You also think that the gay guy who climbed into his brother's bed is the victim?"

"How is that possible?" Jonas waved his hands quickly. "The unlucky John is the victim. This is an indisputable fact. However, there is no conflict between the fact that he is the victim and the defendant, right? So I am very curious, Boss, what did you do?"

"It gives a homeless person the courage and confidence to resist." Xiunuo replied with a smile.

Jonas was stunned. He thought for a long time before asking, "If it is the kind of resistance I am thinking of, boss, can I understand that you are pushing a kind person onto the path of breaking the law?"

Xiu Nuo shook his head slightly: "It was the fucking laws here that turned him into a homeless Joe. Good people should get a good ending, right? If not, they should at least have the right to fight for it."

Jonas's expression became interesting.

"Well, although I understand what you mean, boss, should we really say this? Murderers and flour merchants? I mean, forget it, what you said makes sense. But if this is the case, believe me, this will cause chaos in this country."

Xiu Nuo just stroked his chin and said, "That sounds pretty good."

The morning sun shone on the tent, and John woke up. But as soon as he woke up, he found that he was different. What do homeless people fear most? Not hunger and cold, but the sneak attacks of various diseases.

He had been sick before, so he had been staying in the tent, but now he found that he was completely healed.

Thank God!

Not only was he completely healed, he found that he was now full of strength.

Maybe it's time to go eat.

John walked out of the tent and saw Li Yang walking back not far away, and was about to ask.

Li Yang pointed to a place and said, "Over there, just turn a corner and you can get food in 300 meters."

"Thank you, Li, and thank you for helping me make some money last night." John said as he walked towards the relief point. When he arrived, he saw a long line.

John started queuing as usual, and gradually, people started to line up behind him.

Just as John was looking at the fresh fruits that others had received and thinking that this rescue center was really generous, two dark shadows appeared in front of him.

John was stunned: "Hey, sir, you guys are cutting in line."

The two black men were a head taller than John. Under normal circumstances, John would have just cursed them in his heart.

He himself didn't know why he said what was in his heart today.

The black man turned around, looked at John's size, and said with disdain: "Yes, I cut in line, so what? Do you want to compare the size of your fist with mine?"

If it were in the past, John would have chosen to keep his mouth shut.

But now, a thought arose from the bottom of his heart.

How dare these two black guys cut in line in front of me? How dare these two farm tools talk to me like that?

"So." John looked up at the black man and punched him: "You pissed me off! Brother Ni!"

What surprised John himself was that the black man in front of him was knocked over by his punch. The force was so great that even he found it unbelievable!
The black man who was knocked down by a punch fell to the ground and couldn't get up. When the other black man saw this scene, especially when he saw the look John gave him, he was so scared that he didn't choose to shout or fight back, but turned around and ran away!

At this moment, John just felt refreshed all over!
He looked at the team in front of him, and at the shocked and fearful eyes of the people around him. For the first time, he felt so refreshed!

No one cuts in line now.

Today is a great day to eat fruit.

However, when John saw that some people even offered to give up their seats, he suddenly thought of something.

Why should I receive relief meals here?

How come those guys who made me become like this can live a normal life!

Xiunuo himself hasn't realized yet that the demonic energy he thought was awakening people's deepest desires is somewhat different in America, in this country, when the desires are awakened for the first time.

This is not my world. In this world, the most fair rule is that no matter who you are, a person has only one life and one gun. If you hit a poor person's forehead, it will leave a hole. The same goes for hitting the president's forehead.

Therefore, what the demon species and demonic energy first evoked was actually John's thoughts and desire for fairness.

America is not afraid of groups of criminals because the real elites are protected by the police. They advocate happy education, but the real elites have their schedules filled with learning.

The cost of living here may be low, but the price of knowledge is prohibitive. Even if you are a good student, you may be rejected by higher education institutions because you don’t have that damn recommendation letter.

Because the most frightening thing here is that these guys at the bottom of the society have learned to think!
(End of this chapter)