I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

[You helped the unfortunate spirit Elena Vasquez escape the poison and avert her imminent death, temporarily pulling her back from the brink of death. "Curse of Weakness" upgraded to level 2, "Corruption" upgraded to level 2, character experience +20, First Aid skill +10%.]

As Lynn stepped out of the old apartment building, the system's transparent panel appeared before his eyes.

Class: Warlock, Level 3, Talents: Not Selected

Titles: "Cataclysmic Resistant" (gain more favorability from the Survivors faction), "Voodoo Healer" (this stuff is believed on the streets of America, increasing your mystique).

Stamina: 14

Intelligence: 17

Spirit: 20

Agility: 8

Power: 8

HP: 140/140

Magic: 140/170

Experience points: lv2 82/300

Wealth: $3598.5

Common Skills: Excellent Eloquence (Level 1, 60%), Unrestricted Combat (Level 1, 80%), Dagger Combat (Level 3, 30%), Surgical Skills (Level 2, 10%), Basic Cashier Operations (Level 1, 50%), Shotgun Operation and Shooting (Level 1, 70%), General Practitioner Skills (Level 2, 20%), Violin Playing Techniques (Level 1, 80%).

Warlock skills: Curse of Weakness (lv2 0%), Corruption (lv2 0%), First Aid (level 2, 20%), Alchemy (level 1, 20%).

Craftable items: Antidote (0 remaining), Lion King's Power Potion (1 remaining), Linen Bandages (0 remaining)

Status: Normal.

"Hey, both 'Weakness Curse' and 'Corruption' have reached level 2? Great, this further enhances my survivability!"

"Furthermore, I suddenly realize I have so many common skills now. Shouldn't I refine and combine them?"

Lynn rubbed his hands together and looked at the large number of ordinary skills he had mastered.

He then placed Unrestricted Combat, Cashier Basics, Shotgun Operation and Shooting, and Violin Playing Techniques all in the right-hand window of the skill upgrade interface, and placed Excellent Eloquence on the left.

After all, he felt that he would definitely face more clients and commissioners in the future, and having strong persuasive skills to gain their trust or to convince some more troublesome individuals would be of great use.

A flash of light, and the experience from all four skills was poured into Excellent Eloquence.

Your "Excellent Eloquence" skill has increased to level 3 by 40%!

"Great, I think my words will be more convincing from now on."

Lynn nodded, shifting his attention to the real world. He sent Daniel and DeShawn out again to look for similar "business opportunities".

Mike continued to stroll with him through the streets, hoping to find something extra in the cold, rainy weather.

Before long, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up, turning the previously gloomy sky bright and sunny.

The two walked slowly, gradually reaching the outside of Seattle Falls Garden Park.

They had been walking for almost an hour and were getting tired, so they bought a hot dog and a Coke from a nearby deli and sat down on a bench in the park to rest.

"This chair is so uncomfortable to sit on. Couldn't it have been made into a flat, ordinary chair? Why did it have to be made into this undulating, wave-like shape..."

Lynn ate her simple lunch while grumbling unhappily.

"Actually, it's just to prevent homeless people from sleeping on it. Speaking of which, I used to admire this kind of artistic design when I was a teacher, but after becoming homeless, I started to hate this kind of inhuman chair..."

Mike took a big bite of his hamburger, sat halfway down on the undulating bench, and grumbled unhappily.

The two of them were uncomfortable sitting or lying down, and just wanted to finish their simple lunch as soon as possible.

But then I saw a father and son with Chinese features sit down on the bench next to me.

He was a man in his thirties or forties, with a buzz cut, a clean-shaven beard, and a happy smile on his face.

Next to him was a little boy wearing a Seattle Mariners baseball cap backwards, who looked to be no more than 10 years old.

Like Lynn and Mike, the two of them were also eating their lunches heartily.

"Ah, these donuts are so delicious! The air in this American park is so fresh, it has a sweet taste!"

The man took a big bite of the chocolate donut covered in colorful sprinkles, his eyes crinkling with laughter, a proud and happy smile on his face.

He proudly patted his son on the shoulder, gesturing for him to look into the distance at the famous scenic waterfall.

"Smell it carefully, this is the smell of freedom! America, we've finally arrived!"

"Yes, Dad, the air here is so much fresher than back home!"

The little boy was holding a donut covered in butter and frosting. He took a bite and then a sip of his iced cola. His smile was as sweet as if he had been kissed by the girl he liked.

"Yes, this is the cultural beacon we've been longing for for so long. The air is fresh and sweet, and the donuts are so delicious. It's just a pity..."

Lynn frowned slightly as he looked at him, and with a look of disgust, he pointed to the northwest, which was where Pioneer Square was located, the site of a notorious impoverished neighborhood.

"What's the pity, Dad?"

The little boy looked up at him, puzzled.

"It's a shame there are so many homeless people here, and so many dirty and makeshift tents—it's an eyesore! Americans are so civilized, why don't they do anything about it!"

"Yes, Dad, I saw a lot of homeless people too, and some of them were sitting in such strange and scary positions! Why do you think there are so many homeless people in such a developed country like America?"

"That's...that's because they're too lazy! Yes, they're too lazy! Too lazy to find work, they just want to wait for government welfare, wanting to get something for nothing!"

"I've already inquired about it back in China; labor costs are incredibly high here in the US. Even if they just wash dishes in a Chinese restaurant, they can earn three to five hundred dollars a day!"

At this moment, even the gentle and refined middle-aged man was somewhat angry. He waved the donut in his hand in frustration, pointing to the row of what they called dirty tents in the distance.

"These lazy Americans, they haven't appreciated the advantages of this chosen land, they've just succumbed to decadence and idleness!"

"Unlike us, who are hardworking, brave, and smart... Xiaoming, just you wait, I'll find a job washing dishes at a Chinese restaurant tomorrow. The two of us can earn five hundred dollars a day, and after three to five months, we can take over the restaurant we're working at!"

The man stood up and, under the rare Seattle sun, waved his arms excitedly, exuberant and unrestrained.

"Then we can sell some of our university's specialty foods, like steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk. In six months at most, we'll be rich and achieve our American dream!"

"Then we'll send some photos and videos back to show those envious and jealous relatives what a good life we ​​have, so they can drool with envy but can't get a piece of our plight, haha!"