America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 64 is very angry

"I'm heading out. Good luck, Sig! Try your best to bring back a Good Citizen Medal for yourself and Dominique! Do justice to our Lori Louis XIX!"

After warming up, Zhang Ailun greeted the panting Sieg and rode his Trek Butterfly bicycle straight out the door.

This young man's stamina isn't good either; he needs to train.

After leaving the bridge-hole campsite, I headed straight to the street where Sanji's bar was located. When I arrived, I found that although the storefront was still open, the facilities inside were in a terrible state.

However, some waiters were already cleaning up, and Mary was there too. She wasn't wearing her bunny girl outfit today, and she didn't seem to be in a very high mood.

It's understandable; after all, who could bear a 70% drop in wages?

"Sir, would you like to see the sign outside? We'll be opening a little later today, you've come a bit too early." Hearing the wind chimes at the door, Mary replied dismissively without turning her head, showing little interest in flirting with customers.

"That's exactly why I came here." Zhang Ailun glanced at the notice on the door that was recruiting garbage collectors, and casually tore the paper off.

"Hey! We just put it up... It's you?" Mary heard the sound of tearing paper and was about to get angry, but when she turned around, she saw that it was someone she knew.

Somewhat surprised, "Hamburg, are you here for a drink? Or for a job interview? Are you sure you want to replace old Mike? You're not kidding, are you?"

"What happened here?" Zhang Ailun asked knowingly, walking in and stepping over the shards of glass. "Would you mind if I had a drink?"

Without waiting for the other party's agreement, he plopped down in front of the bar.

"Of course, there's no reason not to do business that comes knocking on our door. If it were any other old drunkard, I definitely wouldn't let him in and would send him somewhere else, but you can be an exception."

Mary swept up the glass shards, put the broom aside, went behind the bar, picked up the cocktail shaker, and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"You're even a bartender now?" Zhang Ailun looked at her in surprise. "Anything will do."

"Okay." Mary mixed him a whiskey and Red Bull, then said listlessly, "You probably haven't been following the news late at night and this morning. Something big happened at the bar last night. Old Mike angered some troublesome customers over a watch, and a fight broke out. It even got the police involved, causing incalculable damage to the bar!"

"The result was that the bar's private VIP service area was shut down, our boss was fined tens of thousands of dollars and could no longer continue operating, James was locked up for assault, and Old Mike was fired. After he's released, he'll definitely pack his bags and slink back to his hometown."

Mary quickly prepared the drinks and handed them to Zhang Ailun.

"Try it. Although I'm not a professional, mixing drinks should be something anyone can do. I hope you won't mind the taste. After all, our bartender had a really bad night last night, getting shot twice and rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. He's still not discharged. The other colleagues were also terrified and quit one after another."

Good guy.

"I never imagined working as a waiter here would be so risky," Zhang Ailun remarked, then tasted the beverage the other person had mixed and praised, "It tastes great! At least I'm not a professional sommelier, so I can't tell the difference at all."

"Thank you for the compliment, it's only $5!" Mary picked up a towel and wiped the glass.

Zhang Ailun took out $5 and handed it to her.

Mary took the money, turned around, and put it in the box. Her newly dyed flaxen hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore transparent sandals and blue jeans that accentuated her shapely hips.

Zhang Ailun's gaze lingered on the topic for a few more seconds.

Mary keenly noticed his attention, smiled slightly, and tucked her hair behind her ear, confidently displaying her figure.

So, what do you think of my outfit today?

"You have a beautiful figure. Your clothes match your personality perfectly." Zhang Ailun likes to tell the truth.

The face is a bit too generic. But it has its own charm even without the bunny girl outfit.

"Of course! Yesterday was my birthday. Luckily I took the day off and didn't come to work, otherwise I can't imagine what a huge 'surprise' I would have received on my birthday! It could have been a bottle flying out of nowhere and hitting me on the head, or it could have been a bullet!" Mary shrugged.

"Although I was shot several times by my boyfriend yesterday."

"..."

Zhang Ailun was speechless.

Do you think it's appropriate to say these things to a friend you've only met twice and who you're not very close to?

But at least the other person's honesty won him his favor! He likes to be friends with people he can talk to.

"Hamburg, you said you're applying for a garbage collector job, you're not joking, are you?" Mary glanced at the torn-down notice; Zhang Allen didn't seem like the type to be involved in this kind of thing at all.

"Of course. I'm pretty sure I need to take over Old Mike's job. Actually, this is what I've always done. I have my own team in Fifth Street." Zhang Ailun frankly told the other party about the business he was engaged in. He earned money through his own hard work, which was legal and compliant, and there was nothing he couldn't say.

"I never expected you to be a street hustler, let alone a boss?" Mary looked at him in surprise.

"It's just to make a living." Zhang Ailun shook his head. "If you weren't forced to, who would rummage through trash cans? I'd love to sit in the CEO's office in an office building, holding my secretary and analyzing the stock market, but reality is often much crueler than you imagine."

"You're right! But our boss doesn't have time for these little things. He's currently overwhelmed with fines and sales targets, and he's also been labeled as an illegal drug dealer and gang member, which means he's still under investigation by the local police. Due to staff shortages, I've been promoted to bar front desk manager. I don't know how long this position will last, the salary hasn't increased, and I'll still have to do the cleaning, but I can directly delegate this kind of work to you!"

Mary readily agreed to Zhang Ailun's request.

She was worried about what to do with the empty bottles and trash in the bar without Old Mike, and whether she should recruit homeless people on the street and pay them to take care of the trash. Unexpectedly, someone came to her door.

Mary also had a good impression of Zhang Ailun; after all, it was hard to find a customer like him who was easy to work for, had plenty of money, and was generous.

If it were any other white old man, he would be so stingy that he would hold his hand for ages before paying for a drink. Trying to get a little bit of his retirement money out of them or ask for an extra tip would be as difficult as climbing to the sky!

You have to launch rockets in your mouth several times.

After all, nobody's money comes from thin air, and those who work hard to earn their money should be the most stingy.

"Hey! Giss, I need to go to the back with some guests to discuss something, so you're in charge of cleaning the front," Mary called out to her colleague.

"Okay. Have fun, Mary," Geese replied loudly, peeking out from the hidden door with a knowing look on his face.

After all, even though the venue is gone, old customers still need to continue to visit and maintain relationships.

A customer shows up at your door early in the morning; you don't really think he's just here to drink, do you?

Of course, she's very hot-tempered.

This lousy bar is in such a terrible location. How much can the owner earn each month just by selling alcohol? It's not even enough to cover the rent. The waiters' basic salary is only a little over a thousand a month, which is not enough to make ends meet. Don't you all know how you make a profit?

(End of this chapter)