America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 37 Handling Affairs

It took Zhang Ailun more than ten minutes to follow Simone to the Indian restaurant where she usually works.

The store has officially opened for business, and you can see that the Indians inside are all busy.

The shop is small, with a dining area of ​​only about 20 square meters. It is inconspicuous on the streets of Los Angeles. It is located in a remote area and is not very clean. There are homeless people's tents across the street, so it is rarely visited. Most of the customers are Indian students and Indian immigrants.

"To be honest, I suspect that the restaurant owner hired you with the real purpose of taking advantage of you," Zhang Ailun complained.

"Whatever, after today, I don't want to see anything related to this restaurant again!"

Simone showed utter disdain for the place, saying, "I've already decided to quit!!"

"So what are you planning to do next?" Zhang Ailun asked.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Simone shrugged. "Maybe I'll ask Jennifer how she picks up men on the street? Getting rich people to willingly spend money on her—that's a street art in itself!"

"That's not a good idea."

Zhang Ailun immediately persuaded her, "If you're willing, you can team up with us to resell the cans."

Simone rolled her eyes. "I don't think a man who makes money by selling his body would honestly do this kind of thing."

Zhang Ailun was speechless, realizing that it was all because of his own loose tongue earlier. He explained, "Actually, that's not how it is at all. I just happened to find my employer's wallet, and she invited me to her house to thank me."

"And then you did it?" Simone looked at him strangely.

"More or less," Zhang Ailun said honestly; he liked to tell the truth.

"You adapted so quickly!!" Simone didn't know whether she was mocking him or praising him.

Zhang Ailun naturally didn't refute anything; when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

"Okay, you wait outside, Allen. When I give the signal, you rush in with your phone and record him, capturing his ugly face and actions. If he doesn't agree to our demands, post the video on social media and expose him publicly! Then give him a good beating!!"

Simone didn't want to talk to him about the process and feelings of that kind of thing anymore, and got back to the point and gave her instructions.

Isn't this a honey trap?

Zhang Ailun thought for a moment, and he thought it was some good plan.

But think about how Indians are the most involved in sexual assault scandals, they don't know how to respect people at all, and they are also punishing evil and promoting good, so they have no psychological pressure at all.

Triggered a special mission: On day N of being in the West Coast of America, you team up with a black woman to extort money from her boss.

Rewards: Favorability from the black girl, popularity on the streets within the beggars' community, and a reasonable request or bonus?

"Okay. I can do this for you."

Simone smiled. "You're such a good friend!!"

After saying that, he parked his bicycle next to the restaurant, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and went inside.

The Indian guy greeted her warmly, speaking in heavily accented English, "Hello, Simone."

"Hey Kieran, is the boss there?"

"Of course, he's in the kitchen office," Kieran said.

"Thanks, sweetheart." Simone swayed her slender waist and blew the Indian guy a kiss with great enthusiasm, leaving him completely mesmerized.

Zhang Ailun stood outside the restaurant with his arms crossed, patiently waiting and watching the passersby.

About three minutes later, screams erupted from the restaurant, accompanied by a string of profanities starting with the letter F.

Zhang Ailun perked up, put on his hoodie, and immediately burst through the restaurant door.

"Hey! Dude! This isn't officially open yet! This isn't a shelter!!"

Upon seeing the Asian face that had barged in, the Indian guy's friendly attitude immediately changed, and he stepped forward to arrogantly block the way.

"Fuck you!!" Zhang Ailun didn't say a word, walked over aggressively, and delivered a lightning-fast backhand punch that hit the man's jawbone. With a thud, the man's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, unable to get up.

A smile still lingered on her face, as if she were sleeping like a baby.

"Oh shit!!"

Everyone around was stunned.

Zhang Ailun didn't use much force, after all, the opponent's chin wasn't as hard as Lao Hei's.

Even so, the impact of this punch was unparalleled.

The restaurant staff were terrified and dared not stop Zhang Ailun, standing there frozen in place, not daring to breathe.

After all, why would you risk your life for a salary of two thousand US dollars a month?

Zhang Ailun rushed straight to the kitchen and pushed open the office door.

Soon you'll see a slightly overweight, well-dressed, dark-skinned middle-aged man standing in the room, looking rather helpless.

Simone, with her hair disheveled and her coat lying on the ground, huddled in a corner, looking terrified.

"Fxxk you!!" Zhang Ailun stormed up to the bewildered boss, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and shoved him against the metal cabinet.

With a loud bang, the force was immense.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, friend!!" The restaurant owner was terrified. His feet left the ground, and he was being pulled by the collar and pushed around. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and had difficulty breathing.

"Shut up!!" Zhang Ailun punched him in the face, and the fist crunched down with a crack.

The restaurant owner stared dumbfounded at the fist that had punched through the metal cabinet, imagining what would happen if that fist had landed on his face.

He stammered, "Okay, okay..."

"Hey, Simone, are you alright?" Zhang Ailun turned around and looked at Simone, giving her a wink.

"I'm fine, Allen, darling. Thank goodness you came in time, otherwise I don't know what would have happened. This is terrible!" The black girl sounded extremely aggrieved, as if she had just escaped a disaster.

Then, out of the boss's sight, he said in colloquial language: What the hell are you doing? Did you forget something?

Zhang Ailun then realized that he hadn't taken his phone to record evidence.

This is really my first time doing something like this, so I'm a little awkward and excited, and not quite used to it yet.

If they dare to engage in honey traps today, won't they dare to go on zero-dollar shopping sprees tomorrow? And the day after tomorrow, won't they be scrambling to buy gold from the Garden Bank and the Federal Reserve?

The day after tomorrow, they will definitely buy the island, stockpile weapons, and establish the Perico private armed group.

He immediately took out his phone from his pocket, and without changing his expression, used one hand to hold down the restaurant owner and restrain him, thus collecting evidence on the spot.

Pointing the camera at the restaurant owner, she released him, looking at him with a serious, expressionless face. "So, you're the one who wanted to rape my girlfriend?"

"Rape? No!!! This is a misunderstanding!!" The restaurant owner panicked a little.

I never expected that just wanting to harass a female employee and take advantage of her would cause me so much trouble, and that I would be caught red-handed by her boyfriend.

Sexual harassment and rape are very serious crimes. Once someone is branded with these charges, they can forget about keeping their restaurant open.

Because he's just a foreigner with a green card, not a native of Manchuria with a blue passport.

He immediately started yelling at the camera, "You can't frame me like this!!"

"Shut up! If you keep yelling, I'll beat the shit out of you and then beat you into the shit!!"

Zhang Ailun's threatening words had an effect, and the restaurant owner immediately fell silent, becoming meek and submissive.

Zhang Ailun scoffed, "A toad chasing a frog, an ugly thing playing with flowers. So what if you're a white elephant?"

"Fxxk! Allen! I'm not a frog!!"

Having accidentally wounded an ally, Zhang Ailun immediately replied, "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to."

"That's exactly what this guy is thinking. He's always trying to touch me inappropriately at work, and when I don't agree, he finds all sorts of excuses to deduct from my salary!!"

Simone glared at the restaurant owner. "I just want my wages back, but this bastard is using that to blackmail me, demanding I give him handjobs and sleep with him! He even said he prefers white girls to Black girls, that Black girls are cheap and only worth a few dollars—that's racism!!"

Hey! Before you say that, could you please take a good look at me?

I'm even darker than you... How dare you say something like that? Doesn't your conscience hurt?

The restaurant owner felt extremely wronged.

(End of this chapter)