America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 65 So Happy You Can Fly

"Fxxk! No way! We're just talking business! I'm the bar manager now! I use my job title when I'm working! Geese! I'll punish you by making you clean the trash cans!" Mary gave him the middle finger and cursed.

"Okay, Manager Mary. You were only three minutes earlier than me before the boss noticed you and promoted you to manager. If it weren't for my boyfriend insisting that I do morning exercises, this position would be mine now." Geese rolled his eyes, somewhat speechless.

Hearing her colleague say this, Mary also began to have some doubts about Zhang Ailun's motives.

Could he really be doing this for me? But I already have a boyfriend; this is just a transaction!

All I can say is that this is what it means to be blinded by love.

Zhang Ailun followed Mary out the gate, walked around in a big circle, and arrived at the backyard.

"Look, this is your workplace. You should have been here before, but that road was blocked, so we had to take a long detour to come here through the back door. You clean up the garbage every day, there's no hourly wage, but you'll have a garbage truck as standard equipment. All the money you earn from selling cans is yours. You need to drive this truck and transport them to the waste disposal center in the suburbs."

Mary took the key, opened the iron gate, and led Zhang Ailun into the yard.

It's still that familiar backyard, but old Mike is gone now, and his epic gear is scattered all over the place.

"If you agree, I'll give you the key." Mary took out the garbage truck key and said with a smile, "But you don't need to be too busy, since the bar business is suspended, we might only need to collect the garbage every two or three days?"

Zhang Ailun, however, does not think so.

Once your boss finds a buyer, the business will still open.

After all, money is a powerful motivator. If the other party wants to raise the price of the bar, they must have included the latter part of the business in their calculations.

Even if the Singed Gang is gone, there will be the Singed Flying Gang, the Singed Gang... all sorts of forces are waiting to sell the leaf. The streets are never short of opportunistic black gangs.

Clubs and arcades are too expensive for small gangs to run, so they can only share space with bars and share profits from sales.

Zhang Ailun toured the garbage truck and was surprised to find that it had a full range of services and even a dedicated vehicle. He immediately nodded in agreement, "Don't worry about it, leave it to me."

"You should have a valid driver's license, right, Hamburg?" Mary asked, handing him the car keys, then suddenly added, "If you're driving without a license, I can't trust you with this car. You'd better use it for what it's supposed to be, not for doing other business behind our backs."

"Don't worry, my team has plenty of people who can drive." Zhang Ailun sensed that the other party still didn't quite trust his character. "No one would choose to race against others in a garbage truck, right? The purpose of a garbage truck is just to transport garbage."

"You're right!" Mary nodded in agreement and handed her the door lock key and car key with peace of mind.

He then asked, "Hamburg, were you at the bar yesterday?"

Zhang Ailun asked in surprise, "Yes, I've been here once. How did you know? Did your colleague tell you?"

"Because the police officers reviewed the CCTV footage from yesterday's bar lobby while taking my statement. My colleague also provided some customer entry and exit records. It's not a big deal, but it seems like you're here specifically for me?"

Mary looked at Zhang Ailun and smiled slightly: "You'd better admit you're here to drink, not for anything else!"

"You misunderstood me. I came to see you because I saw some homeless people illegally carrying guns on other streets, and the police officers had a conflict with them. Those black men seemed to be gang members who ran the bar. I was a little worried that this might affect your personal safety, so I came to check on you. I didn't expect you to have taken the day off," Zhang Ailun admitted frankly.

Mary recalled that there had indeed been a shooting incident yesterday, around the same time, and she hadn't expected Zhang Ailun to be so kind as to come and remind her.

He immediately leaned in, hinting, "Hampger, how about you do something else?"

"For example?" Zhang Ailun looked around and saw that no one was there. The other person's hand was on his shoulder, and he started to get restless.

Pay me $50 and I can make you feel like you're flying!

Mary licked her lips.

"Good suggestion. But I have other things to do today and don't want to waste too much energy. Besides, I don't think this scene and atmosphere are quite suitable." Zhang Ailun glanced at the trash can, showing no interest in having sex in the open.

"Next time, I definitely will next time."

"Okay. I was just making a simple suggestion. After all, I'm also very busy and need to clean up so I can open for business as soon as possible." After seeing that Zhang Ailun didn't seem to have any ideas today, Mary decisively gave up.

They chatted briefly about business and added each other as friends on chat. Then they parted ways.

Mary returned to the bar, and Geese was amazed by their efficiency.

"So fast? Your guest is too quick!" He couldn't hide his envy, jealousy, and resentment.

If all her customers were quick-draw customers, how much more money would she earn in a day?

"You're overthinking it! Nothing happened at all." Mary gave her the middle finger. She immediately started pointing fingers at the work area, "Did you mop this floor? Why is there still dirt on it? Geese, I can't pretend I didn't see anything!"

"Please, Mary, why can't you be a little more lenient with me! That's enough. The floor is meant to be stepped on. No matter how much you mop it, it won't be as clean as your butt." Geese rolled his eyes.

"Fxxk! When you become a manager someday, you'll definitely be even more demanding than me," Mary said righteously. "Besides, you do more work than me; you're clearly just slacking off!"

The two started arguing about the issue at hand.

……

Zhang Ailun left Sanji Bar, got on his bike, and began to explore the unique scenery of the West Coast streets, where all kinds of tents bulged like grave mounds along the roadside.

Several white police officers, holding rubber batons, surrounded a homeless black man and interrogated him with probing questions.

The gist of the matter was that they suspected the other party of stealing some things from the community, they needed to see the other party's identification, and they were not allowed to beg illegally in the vicinity.

White homeless people are okay, but Black homeless people are not!

Zhang Ailun knew that Lao Hei's life would become a bit difficult in the next few days, and he would start to struggle.

I found an open convenience store on the street and casually spent $5 to buy a healthy meal specially provided for fitness enthusiasts: oat bread with chicken breast, a carton of low-fat milk, and date cake dessert to fill my stomach.

It's nutritious and delicious, but it doesn't have much flavor.

I rode my bike, eating as I went. When I didn't want to walk anymore, I sat on a bench by the roadside and watched the morning scenery. After finishing my meal, I casually threw the recyclables into the trash can.

Along the way, we encountered a food truck by the roadside and got a free cream puff.

But it tasted too sweet and cloying, and Zhang Ailun couldn't eat any more after just one bite. He felt that he was becoming a bit picky about food. He had gotten used to the food bought from convenience stores, and the relief meals were starting to look unappetizing to him.

She casually handed it to someone in line who seemed destined to find it. The person was a disheveled, homeless woman, missing one shoe.

Using Google Maps, Zhang Ailun searched for the Green Door Laundry on Viking Street. He hadn't expected that there would be a similar flea market, or rather, a black market, on Sixth Street! Right under his nose.

I glanced at the time; the old black man should be getting ready to set up his stall now.

I rode my bike and made it right to the designated spot.

(End of this chapter)