Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

After exchanging a few words, Roland turned around, took out two bottles of whiskey from the tent, and waved them at Li Ping.

"Want to have a drink with me again tonight? I'm feeling really down, I need to hear some stories from those... well, pure love warriors at Tokyo University to calm me down."

After our conversation yesterday, she seemed to have found a perfect person to confide in and escape from reality.

Among the brothers in the camp who were around her age, Devon was too dull, Fletcher was too arrogant, and Zach was a lightweight.

Veteran Mike had drunk himself into a stupor that afternoon and was still lying dead in his tent.

Only this young Li Ping possessed an unfathomable capacity for alcohol, and his conversation revealed insights beyond his years.

Li Ping didn't mind having some alcoholic beverages: "Okay, I'd be happy to oblige, Bro."

To avoid disturbing the focused old Tom, the two moved to a worn but relatively clean double sofa next to them.

After a few sips of the spicy liquid, he started talking non-stop.

"So you see, Bro,"

Roland took another sip, his eyes becoming hazy, tinged with self-pity and self-consolation.

"At least I truly had Nova, for a full three years, that feeling of mutual possession..."

Li Ping watched as she tried to maintain her manly and carefree demeanor despite being slightly tipsy, and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Did you really have her? I mean, completely."

"Ping!"

Roland's face flushed red at a visible speed, whether from the alcohol or from embarrassment and anger, she straightened her back.

"Are you questioning me? We've been together since high school, what's meant to happen has already happened!"

Her reaction was like that of a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"OK, OK, Bro, I believe you, of course I believe you."

Li Ping hadn't expected Roland to react so strongly, so he patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"I loved her that much... but what did she do? She just threw me away like a piece of trash..."

Roland's emotions shifted from shame and anger to sadness, and the alcohol amplified her grievances.

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and finally she simply buried her face in Li Ping's shoulder, sobbing, her tears mixed with the smell of alcohol.

The big-chested guy met his good brother.

Li Ping stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, feeling like he was comforting his brothers who were crying their eyes out after a breakup in his past life.

Even though this guy is a beautiful woman who wears a denim jacket and cries with tears streaming down her face.

If possible, he wouldn't mind making more friends with these "powerful" brothers.

"And Eloise, that liar! She was nice to me just to scam me out of my money to buy leaves! She's a liar!"

She sobbed as she complained, "Why can't I meet a good woman? A truly good woman?"

"...But, brother,"

She suddenly raised her head, a glint of light flashing in her teary eyes, and her tone became mysterious.

"When I was helping out at the Methodist church, I met Ivy, a new volunteer. She looked at me with such gentle eyes, and her voice was like singing. I felt like I fell in love with her at first sight!"

"She always smiles at me, do you think she might like me?"

Li Ping: "..."

He could not laugh or cry.

Well, this guy isn't just a simp with unusual orientations and a bumpy love life; he's also essentially a seductress who's easily swayed by lust and has an inflated sense of self-importance.

As he listened to Roland's incoherent sobs and longings, he recited emotional proverbs he had read online in his past life to her.

"True feelings for true feelings, if you can't get them, then find someone else."

"Money is for women to see, not for women to spend."

"Bro, we must learn to love ourselves before we can love others..."

Roland was stunned. He struggled to pull out his notebook and, in the dim light, scribbled down a few words: "PingLi Wisdom".

"I get it!"

The counseling session ended when she was completely drunk, slumped on the sofa armrest, breathing evenly.

Una, who had been watching silently from a distance, came over to take care of the drunken Roland.

Roland had already told her to keep an eye on her while she was drunk.

Although Roland dresses in a gender-neutral style and identifies as a Bro, he has a clear understanding of his biological sex and pays close attention to these details.

However, Una's strength was simply insufficient to move Roland, who was 1.75 meters tall and completely drunk.

"I'll do it."

Li Ping sighed, bent down, slipped his arms under Roland's knees and back, and with a slight effort, easily lifted her up in his arms.

Roland was not light, but after the crazy enhancement of the [Wanderer] talent over the past few days, Li Ping felt that his arms were steady and powerful, and he did not feel any strain.

"My strength might already rival that of a professional athlete!"

He carried Roland steadily to the tent and carefully placed her on the mattress.

When she's asleep, she truly resembles a woman—delicate features, fair skin, a charming and beautiful woman.

And he's a good-looking guy!

After putting it down, Li Ping turned and left. He wasn't the kind of person to take advantage of someone in distress. Una followed him in and went inside to take care of him.

The light in Old Tom's work corner was still on.

Li Ping walked over and saw several well-preserved trophies neatly arranged on the table.

"The coffee machine is working again, the camera is fine, and the beauty device has been saved too."

Old Tom rubbed his sore eyes and pointed to the group assignments on the side.

"The bread machine needs a new thermostat; I'll go to the parts store tomorrow. The Bose headphones had a bad connection fixed, but the earcups are badly worn and need to be replaced. That's all."

He pointed to another small pile, "Completely beyond saving, or the repair costs are too high."

He taught Li Ping how to register accounts on several local secondhand trading platforms, similar to Xiaohuangyu in China.

"Coffee machine, listed at 750; camera body, 900; beauty device, 500; bread machine repaired, probably worth 400; Bose headphones, if with new earcups and in good condition, can be worth over 1000 used."

Old Tom estimated, "Adding your three usable tablets... if you operate well and sell them all, the total income could be over four thousand dollars."

"four thousand?!"

Li Ping's breath hitched, then a crucial question occurred to him, and his expression changed slightly: "This...this income, does it need to be reported for taxes?"

He didn't want the IRS to take a big bite out of his hard-earned money.

"rest assured,"

Old Tom smiled and lowered his voice, "This is a private transaction of second-hand goods. No tax is required if the selling price is lower than the original price."

Moreover, we only communicate on the platform and ultimately conduct offline cash transactions.

"By the way, when buying things on the platform, list the price 10% or 20% higher. It's better if they sell, and if they don't, leave room for negotiation."

Old Tom thought for a moment and then said, "If I have time tomorrow afternoon, I can take you to see a place."

Some shops specialize in buying legitimate, high-quality secondhand goods. They might be able to help you sell most of them in one go, saving you time and effort and getting your money faster.

In the dead of night, Li Ping returned to his tent.

He ate his sandwich with bottled water while scrolling through his phone screen until midnight quietly approached.

Three cards, refreshed on time.

[Xiao Ji: On Saturday, the number of relief points and charity meals in the Poor Street area reached a peak for the week, with abundant supplies.]

[Xiao Ji: There's no gang watching over the back alley of a bar in the Sixth District today. Let's clear it out; we might find something unexpected.]

[Minor Warning: Today, there will be gang street fights in District 8 for territory. Be careful and avoid getting involved.]

"Two slightly auspicious ones and one slightly inauspicious one?" Li Ping was slightly surprised.

This was the best day of his life since he acquired this ability to avoid misfortune and attract good fortune; even the misfortunes were only minor.

The first minor auspicious sign can basically be ignored.

Zac's Saturday jungle route map is detailed enough.

The second minor auspicious sign made his heart beat slightly faster.

Sixth Street is a relatively prosperous area in the poor neighborhood, with many bars, which means that the spending power and the quality of abandoned items are likely to be higher.

The back alleys of bars are usually the most lucrative places, but they are often controlled by local gangs and considered their private property, which ordinary homeless people dare not touch.

Why is no one looking after it today?

The phrase "discovered unexpectedly" sounds more like a tempting hint for a blind box.

The third minor incident made him frown.

Their underpass camp was theoretically located on the edge of the Eighth Street, and the Shield gang protected them because of Roland, with Fletcher even occasionally running errands for them.

Didn't the Shield gang just have a fight with the Greyheads in Fifth Street and expand their territory?

Why is there another fire in my backyard? It sounds like someone is attacking my territory.

However, it's only a minor threat level, so the danger seems limited; just be careful and avoid it.