America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 28 American Iai

Zhang Ailun and Dominic parted ways at an intersection. Dominic continued to scavenge on the streets and also tried to persuade the unorganized scavengers in the vicinity.

Following the clues from the [Daily Intelligence], Zhang Ailun arrived at No. 96 Aitou Street.

Unsurprisingly, there are still many homeless people on this street.

However, compared to other streets, this place appears orderly, and there are many pedestrians walking on the street.

The homeless men, disheveled and filthy, clutched cardboard boxes in their hands, staring longingly at passersby. The boxes read, "Bankrupt, homeless, hungry, please help," and each had a paper cup in front of them.

There was a discount store across the street, and Zhang Ailun indeed saw a few young men lingering there, seemingly not yet ready to go in for free shopping and loot everything, or perhaps they were waiting for someone to come over.

Zhang Ailun didn't want to cause trouble for himself, so he turned around and walked into the alley, where he rummaged through a red trash can and found an unfinished hamburger.

He just tossed it away; he hadn't even reached the point of eating other people's leftovers.

7 flowers.

And an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir red wine.

The flowers cost $2 each, but they were of little use to Zhang Ailun. He couldn't sell them, so he could only take them back to appease the girls at the bridge camp.

After examining the packaging, Zhang Ailun discovered that this was a recently produced mid-to-high-end red wine, specifically marketed to middle-class white-collar or blue-collar families, because it featured a gold-stamped slogan: "Pinot Noir pairs better with flowers."

If the target market is ordinary, poor families, there's no need for sales slogans; just say: "Great taste. Classic. Celebrities are drinking it. Take it or leave it."

It's similar to the bare glass bottles of the old village chief and Niulanshan liquor, as well as the fancy porcelain bottles of century-old liquor that merchants rack their brains to package.

The wine tasted astringent and I didn't know what was so good about it. Zhang Ailun felt that he didn't have the chance to enjoy it.

The bottle of this red wine is worthless; it's a clean, transparent bottle with no designer involved and no marketing from the manufacturer. Without any hype, no one would bother collecting an ordinary glass bottle.

Scanning the barcode at the bottom also showed that the retail price of the same bottle of wine is generally around $400.

However, since the new product is available in limited quantities on the market, it is estimated that no one will bother to recycle it.

Zhang Ailun put the red wine away. Since he couldn't sell it, he could only reluctantly keep it to taste.

Didn't I already say that flowers and red wine go better together? I've already hinted at the usage environment and conditions; all that's missing is sending you two small umbrellas, which might come in handy sometime.

As soon as Zhang Ailun stepped out of the alley, he heard a commotion coming from afar.

A few thugs started to act, smashing the shop's windows and rushing in, looting indiscriminately under the shocked gaze of the discount store employees.

The Black men carried gender-neutral Walmart shopping bags, stuffing them with whatever they could find until they were bulging and could hold no more, then stuffing the contents into their own pockets.

Zhang Ailun watched this scene from across the street and promptly took out his phone to record the wonderful life on the West Coast, without any intention of offering any help.

It doesn't matter, Officer Miguel will handle it.

The onlookers took out their phones to record the scene, and the vehicles on the road were all jammed together.

Those hoping to ride the wave of online attention stuck their phones out of windows, pointing the cameras at the trolls, and exclaimed in exaggerated tones, "My God! This is a poor street in Los Angeles, and this has happened again! Unsurprisingly, it was those same people again!"

These remarks, while provoking dissatisfaction among many local Black people, were met with overwhelming evidence, leaving them unable to argue their case.

They were even eager to try it out and join in.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone, took a picture, and sent it to Simone.

Zhang Ailun: Do you recognize any of these people participating in the zero-yuan purchase?

Simone: Are you being polite? Allen? How could I possibly know these guys!

Zhang Ailun: I've prepared red wine and flowers. Guess who they're for?

I took a picture of the red wine and flowers in my hand and sent it to the other person.

Simone: Good heavens! It can't be me, can it? Where did you get your red wine? You went to do errands for the event too? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?

Well, it seems your racial innate talents haven't been forgotten after all.

But this is quite normal, given the current economic climate.

The San Francisco Police Department, which lives next door, once reported official data in its year-end summary, showing that there were 6050 home robberies and a staggering 36631 zero-dollar thefts in the area in a year, totaling 54635 cases in a year. That's about 150 cases a day, or less than once every ten minutes on average.

Los Angeles, known as the City of Angels and the second largest metropolis in the United States, saw its numbers more than double.

GTA is still too conservative.

The black woman couldn't fathom where he got his hands on the mid-to-high-end wine and flowers. Zhang Ailun, of course, didn't mention that he'd picked them up from the trash.

Zhang Ailun: Of course it won't be you. Could you please ask Jennifer if she's free tonight?

:)

Send a smiley face to show friendliness.

Simone: Fxxk! Why don't you ask him yourself?! Can't you be a decent human being?! You're so annoying!!

The black girl is furious. If it wasn't to pick me up, why did you send it to me? Is it for fun?

Zhang Ailun replied with extreme difficulty: Actually, it was prepared for you. Do you have time tonight? Simone, I think we can have a drink together.

Simone: I don't have time, and I'm not planning on finding a boyfriend right now!! Don't bother me anymore! I have to go to work! 凸!

They made the international friendship gesture.

You're just saying one thing and meaning another, aren't you?

Zhang Ailun felt a little regretful.

I forwarded it to Reina, but didn't get any reply. She probably wasn't at work today, and I don't know what she was doing.

I don't have anyone to drink with!

It felt utterly boring.

As expected, someone made a move halfway through Xiao Heizi's zero-yuan purchase.

Zhang Ailun spotted a tall, white homeless man wearing a camouflage hat. The man rushed in and stopped the black man, shouting and yelling to stop them, but to no avail.

The shoving only angered Xiao Heizi, who was hit on the forehead with a bottle, bleeding profusely instantly, and collapsed to the ground clutching his head.

"Fxxk! Why did you hurt people? We just wanted to steal some stuff!! I don't want to go back in!!" The leader of the gang, seeing that he had caused trouble, instantly lost his temper and cursed at his companions.

The little black guy, who had accidentally hurt someone, was completely flustered and hurriedly grabbed his Walmart shopping bag and ran away.

Not long after the group ran out, police cars that had received the report started up on another street at the intersection. Two black Dodges with their lights on drove recklessly and blocked their way. Four police officers got out of the car and immediately drew their guns.

"Hands up!! Lie down on the ground and don't move! Let me see your hands!!!"

You can see that the police officer still has donut crumbs on his mouth and coffee stains on his shoulder.

The crime scene was only two streets away from where they were. They originally didn't want to get involved, as these kinds of things happen all the time, but when they heard that someone had been injured, they couldn't just stand by and do nothing!

With a look of utter disappointment on his face, the black man was surrounded by police officers. He decisively abandoned his spoils, raised his hands, and skillfully lay down on the ground with his head in his hands. He was immediately arrested.

But the black-haired guy who had injured someone felt guilty and turned to run away without hesitation, reaching into his pocket with one hand.

Officer Miguel was enraged upon seeing this. "Let me see your hands!! You damn bastard! Don't move!!"

Once Xiao Hei had moved away from the crowd and reached the middle of the road, the four men decisively pulled the triggers...

Emptying the magazine, he was riddled with bullets, and Xiao Heizi instantly fell straight to the ground.

The gang of robbers who were trying to buy things for free were terrified. They lay on the ground, not daring to breathe or move. Their leader, Lao Hei, was arrested again less than half a day after being released from prison.

The four officers present were, unsurprisingly, about to receive an administrative leave.

A Black woman in the crowd also let out a shriek of sympathy: "Oh! No!! Sarilang!!"

Zhang Ailun was also taken aback by the police officer's decisiveness; the magazine was emptied just like that?

He observed very carefully and saw that the police officer's first shot had actually blown Xiao Hei's head off, and the man was instantly mortified.

Then, in conjunction with the other three police officers, dozens of shots were fired at Blackie's body and the ground.

American-style iaido is terrifying.

Free America, gunfights every day.

(End of this chapter)