America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 36 Commission

The next day.

Zhang Ailun was still not able to get up on time, nor was he awakened by the daily intelligence notification. Instead, he heard Simone's voice calling him early in the morning.

"Allen! Get up! Are you awake? Don't sleep anymore! I need to talk to you."

Zhang Ailun opened his eyes groggily, wondering why the other person had gotten up so early today.

I unzipped the tent and peeked out. I saw that the other person was wearing a knitted hat, carrying a backpack, and had a bicycle parked outside the bridge arch—fully armed.

Zhang Ailun was completely bewildered by her. "What are you doing? Why are you up so early?"

He quickly realized something and exclaimed in surprise, "You're not going to participate in some kind of errand?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested, and I don't want to get myself into any trouble," Zhang Ailun quickly shook his head.

Yesterday, the little black guy who did the zero-yuan purchase died right there. It was a very dangerous task.

"Fxxk you! Allen! I have a job, how could I possibly get involved in something like that?" Simone gave him the middle finger.

He gave his chest and abs a vicious glare, then, having gotten his revenge, said, "Hurry up and put your clothes on, I have something to tell you!"

He turned and walked out of the underpass.

Dominic was also woken up and poked his head out to look at Zhang Ailun.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Dominic stared blankly, rubbing his eyes. "This is bad. Something unpleasant must have happened to her; someone has upset her." He rarely saw her so agitated.

"Is it about his ex?" Zhang Ailun thought of the thing that was bothering the other person.

"I don't know, go out and check. Anyway, she came to find you, I'm going back to sleep." Dominic, quite uncivilly, crawled back inside.

Zhang Ailun felt somewhat helpless. He went back into the tent, put on his clothes, and took out his phone to open the daily news.

[Daily News: There is a box of luncheon meat from World War II and an unopened can of cat food in the green trash can in front of the convenience store at No. 79, Remingd Street.]

No, what use would I have for this thing?

Do you really think I'm some kind of beggar?

Is luncheon meat from World War II still edible?!

Cat food cans, are those for human consumption?

[Daily News: The Bali relief food truck will be serving cheese sandwiches, hot dogs, iced Americano, and Chinese-style fried yogurt on Maki Street at 14:30 PM.]

Hmm, that's more like it. Great, I can get another free, affordable Bali relief meal!

This saved us money on food.

[Daily News: A 15.6g Vantini gold necklace was found in the green trash can of Sanji Bar at No. 66 Meiji Street.]

15.6 grams of gold!?

A Vantini gold necklace?

The treasure chest is overflowing with coins!!

Zhang Ailun perked up and immediately began searching for today's local gold price.

One ounce of gold costs $1967.49.

One ounce is approximately equal to 28.35 grams, which is equivalent to $64 per gram of gold.

15.6 grams of gold is worth approximately $1082.64.

The brand effect and casting process of Vantini are actually not valuable. Without receipts and shopping tickets, it would definitely be sold at a pawn shop or gold shop at a low price. It should be worth about $1000!

I'm rich!!

If anyone dares to steal my treasure chest again today, I'll break both their legs!

Zhang Ailun quickly washed up, tidied his clothes, and went outside. He saw Simone waiting there and greeted her, "What did you want to see me about, Simone?"

"Alan, I hope you can do me a favor. Of course, there might be risks involved, so you can think about it before making a decision," Simone said seriously.

"I have always firmly believed that risk and reward go hand in hand."

Zhang Ailun said with a smile, "You can just tell me what you want me to do for you, and I'll consider it."

Simone admired his confident attitude and said, "I'm having some trouble at work and need you to pretend to be my boyfriend and go to the shop to teach those Indians a lesson! Make them focus on what they should be looking at, like the curry rice on the customers' tables, instead of my ass. And while you're at it, make that damn boss pay me back the wages he's withheld from me!!"

Zhang Ailun was puzzled, "Why pretend to be your boyfriend? Can't we just be friends?"

Simone replied, "Because it would affect my plans!"

"Okay..." Zhang Ailun didn't ask what the specific plan was.

But always eager to help others, he readily agreed, "Of course, I'd be happy to help you. After all, we're neighbors living in the same neighborhood. I simply can't stand seeing a beautiful girl being bullied by a greasy boss! I'll teach those Indians a lesson!"

"That's great, you said it yourself!" Simone was overjoyed.

Zhang Ailun asked, "Have you decided what kind of compensation you'll offer me?"

"A passionate kiss from a West Coast beauty." Simone winked, quite the opportunist.

"Or, I'll give you a chance to ask me out. We can pick a place tonight, you decide." Simone tossed her hair.

"You're not sick, are you, Simone? I'm not some random guy."

Zhang Ailun asked in surprise, "I meant to ask you to share some of your money with me. How can you Americans be like this?! You have no self-respect at all."

"Fxxk you!! Allen!" Simone was so angry that she gave him the middle finger.

If you can't speak properly, you might as well not speak at all.

Even if you were given the opportunity, you wouldn't be able to use it.

"If you can't do it, just say no. Don't make excuses for yourself!"

Simone said angrily.

Asians are indeed short.

Nine inches is just a lie. She even checked online; the average Asian is around 5 inches.

"Fxxk you to! Simone."

Zhang Ailun instantly became furious.

Is this a topic we can talk about?

Do you even understand Asian political correctness? We're the kind of people who are at least 18 centimeters tall when we're out in the game.

Naturally, they didn't tolerate the other party's behavior and directly responded with an international friendly gesture.

"I'm 9 inches, you know? That's racism! That's a stereotype!!"

"Stop bragging! Do you think you're an elephant? You can fool others, but don't fool yourself! I don't think you have that ability at all!" Simone rolled her eyes. "Unless you prove it to me!"

Seeing that he couldn't argue with this old West Coast woman, Zhang Ailun was furious and asked, "When did the map of Yan become so short?"

"Let's go!! Where are we going next? I have a big business to make money on." Zhang Ailun urged immediately.

"Go get some cans, huh?" Simone rolled her eyes. She took her skateboard off the car, stepped on it, and pushed it forward forcefully. "You should know how to use this, right?"

"Don't underestimate this industry! Sometimes it pays more than your regular job." Zhang Ailun was unhappy.

"Okay! Hold on tight."

Simone gripped the handlebars, straightened the bike, and turned back, spewing profanities, "Don't touch my butt! Hold onto the bike!"

"All right."

Zhang Ailun reluctantly stopped, one foot on the skateboard, and casually placed his hand on the bicycle below her waist.

"Go!"

(End of this chapter)