America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 19 Moving Work

The homeless black man watched suspiciously from across the street, and only dared to reclaim his street territory after confirming that Zhang Ailun had left the alley and gone far away.

They picked up the equipment, banknotes, coins, and shoes that someone had lost, which were scattered all over the ground.

He muttered under his breath, "That guy must be crazy, Bro."

"Who cares? At least he didn't hurt us, he didn't even take the money, that's the most important thing, buddy! Otherwise, I can't imagine what the consequences would be if we couldn't afford the leaves."

"The day before yesterday, Rod was sitting on the side of the road, perfectly fine, when suddenly a lunatic pounced on him and stabbed him more than thirty times! He bled to death! Before he died, his pants were pulled down and he was humiliated."

The few black men were still somewhat shaken.

This is what it's like to live on the streets: even if you avoid AIDS and syphilis from promiscuity, don't participate in zero-dollar shopping, beg peacefully, and rely on your own hands for labor, you still can't escape a sudden attack from mental illness!

Sometimes you're sitting in your tent doing nothing when suddenly someone bursts in and brutally assaults you.

If you dare to resist, he'll stab you with a knife!

There are often people who want to take revenge on society.

Hard to guard against.

Even Black men can't protect their butts, let alone those fair-skinned young white men and Asians.

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At 15:29 PM, Zhang Ailun arrived at the Green Letter Containment Center precisely at the designated time.

I saw several charity trucks parked by the roadside. The drivers, each holding a cup of coffee, were chatting and laughing. A familiar blond figure, wearing jeans and sneakers, with a shapely backside, was carrying a box half his height into the shelter.

"Hey! Reina, need any help?" Zhang Ailun walked over and waved to greet her.

Reina, who was tidying up her old clothes, looked up at the sound and recognized a familiar face. "Alan? What are you doing here? Wait, you actually have money to buy new clothes?" she exclaimed in surprise.

That's when I noticed that Zhang Ailun had changed a bit since we first met.

Much of the preparation is complete.

This entire outfit is made of mid-range luxury goods; even at a discount store, it would cost at least tens of dollars.

Has it changed this much in just one day?

Where did you get the money from?

Reina hesitated, then asked, "You haven't done anything bad outside, have you, Allen?"

Two days ago, I was penniless and only had a pair of beach shorts, but today I have a full set of gear, including a pair of DG sunglasses.

Are you sure you look like a homeless person dressed like that, and not a tourist?

"How could that be! I was just lucky to find a valuable wine bottle."

Zhang Ailun showed her the receipt to prove his innocence.

"$260? A bottle of tequila I found can cost that much?" Reina was somewhat surprised.

However, considering that Dominic is usually poor at times and rich at others, and once found a Cartier men's watch, which was pawned for $2900, which is equivalent to an average person's monthly salary.

She accepted it quickly.

The other party works in a rather unusual industry; if they're lucky, it wouldn't be surprising to find anything in the trash can.

"So? You want to show off in this new outfit to me? To prove that you're capable of living a normal life?" Reina smiled.

"I don't have that idea."

Zhang Ailun shook his head. "It's Saturday today, many institutions are closed, and there's practically no other work besides collecting cans. Reina, are you the only one at the shelter right now?"

"Of course, all my colleagues went home to rest today, and I'm the only one working overtime here because I live here," Reina nodded in reply.

"The shelter must be short-staffed right now, right? Since we're all acquaintances, how about hiring me to help you with the work?" Zhang Ailun suggested with a smile.

"I'm just a shelter employee, not the boss. Since we're acquaintances, shouldn't you be more generous and offer to work for me for free?" Reina chuckled.

"However, the shelter does provide each employee with an expense allowance and shopping vouchers. This makes it easier for employees to do daily shopping and participate in various charitable donation activities, and it also employs hardworking homeless people to work in the community."

Reina glanced back at the trucks; there was quite a lot of cargo. She didn't know how long it would take her to do it all by herself, since the drivers were only responsible for delivery, not unloading.

He immediately decided to hire Zhang Ailun as his assistant.

"I can offer you $25 an hour to do moving work for me. What do you think, Alan?" Reina extended an invitation.

"Of course, it's my honor to serve such a beautiful woman! Working alongside someone as stunning as you is truly invigorating and beneficial to both body and mind!"

Zhang Ailun readily agreed.

As an undocumented immigrant, he didn't even have a work permit, so he couldn't find a job at all. Even if he found a job through a Chinese agency, it would only be a cheap, illegal job, like digging foundations, carrying bricks, or laying steel wire to build roofs. They promised him $100-$300 a day, but he could only get a maximum of $70-$120 a day.

The intermediaries have pocketed all the profits.

I was exhausted by the end of the day.

Restaurants in Chinatown are even less reliable; fellow countrymen meeting in the same hometown will likely turn on each other.

Reina was able to offer him $25 an hour, even though the goods wouldn't take long to arrive, the pay was quite generous.

He's such a kind person!

Reina was immediately amused and laughed, "Okay, let's get started. It's 15:35 PM now. How much money you get from your boss today depends on your performance! But don't let me find out you're deliberately slacking off, or I'll fire you!"

"I only have one fat eel."

Successfully got in through the back door.

Zhang Ailun took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

At first, Reina didn't understand what Zhang Ailun meant when he said that, but after being busy for a while, she suddenly realized what he meant.

She stood at the entrance of the shelter's warehouse, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on Zhang Ailun, who was carrying goods back and forth.

"What's wrong, Reina?"

Zhang Ailun turned around in surprise, asking with some confusion, "Is there anything wrong with my work?"

"No, you work very hard! And you're very strong!"

Rena gave him the middle finger. "But because you flirted with your boss during work hours and made lewd remarks to me, I've decided to deduct your pay! From $25 an hour to $20 an hour."

"Why? No!! Rena!!"

When Zhang Ailun heard that his salary was going to be docked, he felt like the sky was falling.

I've been working for half a day and you're telling me I need a pay cut? Is that some kind of dragon-slaying sword you're holding? Does it hurt this much to get a single cut?

Reina smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Allen. Although there's no $25 an hour, I'll still consider letting you stay here for meals and showers. Do you want $25 an hour, or $20 an hour plus one dinner and one use of the showers?"

"Can I have both?"

Zhang Ailun asked eagerly, "I'm currently missing a tent and other daily necessities. Although I have enough money to buy them, I'll try to save where I can. I'm a thrifty person."

"no!!"

Rena immediately rejected him.

He added, "You can shower and eat, and after you finish work, you can also pick out a better quality tent to take with you. But $25 an hour is not an option."

Zhang Ailun did the math and realized this was a huge profit!

A brand new, undiscounted two-person tent costs at least $50.

With this amount of work, even if someone just dawdles and procrastinates, they definitely wouldn't be able to finish in three hours.

It's all free stuff.

You know how to help others by offering them something in return.

(End of this chapter)