America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 3: Receiving Initial Resources

Along the way, Zhang Ailun learned more about street survival from Dominic.

Before I knew it, I had arrived near the Baal Relief Food Truck on Maki Street and saw a long line of people.

Dominic shared his experience of playing jungler on the West Coast for two and a half years.

"Allen, did you see that? From now on, if you're going to get a meal, make sure you go to a crowded place, because the food tastes better there. In places where there aren't many people, the bread is hard, the drinks are bitter, and the chicken is like cardboard—it's inedible! I even suspect they're just making this to dispose of their garbage and feeding it to the homeless."

No doubt about it, buddy.

As long as the homeless don't starve to death, that's fine.

What right do we have to be picky?

The United States has its own standards; even the drinks given to taxpayers are sweet, lead-containing sugar water, let alone those of us who are just amateur scraps on the fringes of society.

They didn't add chemical castration agents to your drinks and drinking water to make you infertile, increase your chances of developing heart disease and various cancers by 200%, or even cause you to suddenly vomit blood and die while walking on the curb one day—that's enough!

While we can still catch our breath on the street, let's be grateful for the great compassion of the councilors.

[Urban Street Survival Lv.1 (Normal): This skill requires homeless individuals to master comprehensive street survival abilities and scavenging techniques to avoid trouble. Mastering this skill will influence intelligence gathering priorities.]

"Dude, I can smell the beef. It might just be some zombie meat that's been sitting in the freezer for who knows how long, but who cares, as long as I can fill my stomach."

Zhang Ailun smiled, showing an optimistic attitude and that he's not a picky eater.

Generally speaking, he can accept anything as long as it's not so bad as to be inedible.

Is it even worse than boiled chicken breast?

I do not believe!

I can eat bitter melon, garlic, and balut without batting an eye, so how could I not endure a little bit of the hardship of your life on the other side of the ocean?

Those who have never truly experienced hunger, the feeling of letting yourself starve in the middle of the night until your hands tremble and your whole body shakes, as if you could stuff anything into your stomach, will never understand this feeling. Perhaps it was also because he had low blood sugar during that period.

We've come this far, so we'll just have to eat whatever's available. At least someone's feeding us so we won't starve.

Anyway, if you have no money and no status, you won't get any good food in any country.

"The Barry Food Truck is a charity vehicle invested in by a Fortune 500 food company in California. It appears in many homeless camps in California. The food is pretty good, and they sometimes distribute daily toiletries."

Dominic gave his own assessment.

The relief meals produced by the Barry Food Truck were highly praised by the homeless in the Fifth Street of Los Angeles.

It's a heavyweight jungle area that deserves a 4.5 out of 5 stars.

The downsides are that there is no accurate relief time, no prior notice, and too many people want to receive relief supplies, so it is rare to be able to queue up and receive good supplies.

Dominic spent two and a half years picking up trash on the streets, and at most, he only ate at the food truck in Bali a few dozen times.

I received a few towels, several thermos cups, and a box of low-quality, generic cigarette leaves.

They immediately resold it, since there were plenty of Black people on the street who needed it.

After queuing for half an hour, Zhang Ailun successfully received a meal.

Beef pasta, a box of freshly squeezed juice with a straw, and a frozen fruit platter.

Zhang Ailun gave a thumbs-up to the black man in charge of distributing the meals and said thank you, which earned him a smile and a blessing in return.

When Lao Hei asked him where he was from, Zhang Ailun promptly replied:

"I'm from Japan!!"

"Germany? Good! Good! Good!!"

The old black man seemed to have hearing problems. Zhang Ailun was clearly saying he was from Japan, but the other man misheard him as being German.

And yet, he actually believed it, saying in broken German, "Ich mag deutsche Schnheiten!!"

Gan.

What does it matter to me if you like German hot girls?

I don't like it.

After randomly choosing a spot on the street and trying the Bali relief meal, Zhang Ailun nodded in agreement, "It tastes good."

Freshly squeezed juice, it turns out, is called "freshly squeezed" in both its name and brand.

The chilled fruit platter turned out to be cut fruit and ice cubes packed in a plastic bag.

The only extras included were a white foam tray and a plastic fork.

The fruit was a bit too sharp and chewy.

Bali Food Truck truly lives up to its reputation as an E-rank intelligence item appearing in the [Daily Intelligence] section.

The food is healthy and of high quality.

Of course, the taste is good only compared to other relief meals; at least it's nutritious and won't kill you.

Bali Foods donates supplies to the homeless, which not only helps them get tax deductions and dispose of unsold zombie meat, but also earns them a good reputation and significantly boosts sales. Why not?

I finished the beef spaghetti in no time, drank the freshly squeezed juice, and then stuffed a piece of mango into my mouth with my fork to show off. I felt well-nourished and full of energy.

Dominic also threw the trash can into the bin and asked, "Allen, do you want to come with me to get some daily necessities? I know a really reliable shelter. The staff there is a friend of mine, and we know each other well. I often ask her for help when I need something."

"certainly."

Zhang Ailun readily agreed, as he lacked everything at the moment.

Following behind the other person is like a novice being led by a veteran through trials and tribulations, leveling up and defeating monsters.

After a winding journey, Dominic arrived at the back alley of the Green Letter shelter. He first edited and sent a text message on his phone, and then knocked on the door two minutes later.

The blue metal door opened from the inside, and a tall, slender East Slavic woman in her thirties walked out.

Upon seeing Dominic's handsome face, the other person also showed a friendly smile.

"Hey Dominic, I haven't seen you for days. What have you been up to lately?"

"Hello, Reena, I'm still the same as always, basically unchanged. This is my friend Alan. He just arrived here today and didn't get the relief supplies in time. Could you please help him get a few necessities and some old clothes? I also need a bottle of water."

It turns out that as long as you are handsome and eloquent, you will definitely have good luck with the opposite sex.

Reina's attention was mostly on Dominic, the high-level street succubus. She only glanced at Zhang Allen, was momentarily attracted by his physique, and then looked away and nodded.

"Of course, sweetheart. Let your friend wait a moment."

He turned around and went back into the shelter.

Dominic sensed the meaningful look in Zhang Ailun's eyes and immediately explained, "Rena is a very good friend of mine. She had a husband, but they divorced a few years ago due to relationship problems. She's a very good person, kind-hearted, lives alone, runs a car wash, is very independent, and even pays her ex-husband a monthly allowance."

"However, due to the impact of the economic recession, the market industry was hit hard, and a large number of companies went bankrupt and closed down. She also closed her car wash because she could not afford the high store rent. She found a relatively stable job in the shelter and usually lives here."

"I sometimes stay overnight here. You know, it gets really cold in winter, and you can freeze to death if you stay out overnight. Reina has warm water, and the staff lounge on the second floor has individual beds and some old-fashioned heating equipment."

"I understand, buddy, you don't need to explain so much to me," Zhang Ailun replied immediately.

He projected an image of being tight-lipped and serious, as if he wouldn't go around telling everyone.

With your looks, it would be strange if you weren't popular with women.

Reina came out with the things shortly afterward.

Zhang Ailun also received a large 2.5-liter bottle of bottled water, a black backpack containing small bottles of toiletries such as towels, shower gel, shampoo, and lotion.

He even saw a few small blue umbrellas.

Hidden perk: A newbie gift pack for homeless people on the streets.

(End of this chapter)