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

"I've already asked Ms. Marina,"

Li Ping lowered her voice, "This kind of request for help is very common in the church, but usually she is too busy to handle it because there are too many believers and their needs are trivial."

She usually only recommends a few reliable cleaning companies.

"A job opportunity will be offered to us tomorrow, provided by Ms. Marina."

Marina has a high opinion of Li Ping and his team, as well as Roland Camp.

Li Ping had another calculation in mind: the [Wanderer]'s physical enhancement had not yet reached its limit.

He didn't want to spend the rest of his life as a cleaner until he got a more favorable new identity.

But Devon and Fletcher were different; they longed to work and to gain recognition and income through their labor.

Having them do this kind of work not only meets their needs but also generates revenue and a good reputation for the collaboration.

"Really? Ping?!"

Devon and Fletcher spoke almost in unison, their eyes gleaming.

The American people's thirst for work is far beyond what Li Ping can fully comprehend.

It's not just about money; it's about dignity and the hope of returning to a normal society.

"Bro, you were born to be in America. From now on, you're our boss!"

Fletcher patted Li Ping on the shoulder excitedly; they were getting jobs so quickly.

"Boss!"

Devon smiled sheepishly as well.

Taking over the recycling points is obviously too late today. We need to contact people, find out the situation, and we may even have to flex our muscles.

They agreed to act again tomorrow.

When they returned to the camp, Old Tom was already waiting and handed over the $560 he had earned from selling the beauty device to Li Ping.

Li Ping took out a 100-yuan bill and stuffed it back into the old man's hand.

At this moment, Li Ping had $2,500 in cash on him and in his bank account.

This doesn't even include the Bose headphones and bread maker that haven't been sold yet, or the heavy gold necklace in his pocket.

We are about to achieve a moderately prosperous life.

"Tom, we just discussed something."

Li Ping pulled Old Tom aside and whispered his idea for the "Bridge Underpass Cleaning and Recycling Cooperative Association".

"Of course I joined; it should have been done a long time ago!"

Old Tom nodded eagerly, barely waiting for Li Ping to finish speaking.

The mere offer of "collecting abandoned appliances and having him repair them" was enough to tempt him.

He then added, "If you can control the recycling points, I have an idea. Recycling station owners often receive some decent-looking second-hand appliances, but they usually find it too troublesome and just dismantle them to sell as scrap metal."

If we can buy the whole machine at a lower price and hand it over to me for repair, even if only part of it can be repaired, the profit will be very considerable.

Even if it can't be repaired, the usable parts are worth more than scrap metal.

This idea had been lingering in his mind for a long time, but he lacked the channels and the capital to take the risk.

Just then, Camilla and Una, exhausted from a day of odd jobs, walked over and looked curiously at the men gathered together, their expressions excited.

"Guys, what's going on that makes you so happy?" Camilla asked.

Li Ping had no choice but to briefly reiterate the plan.

"A Bridge Underpass Cleaning and Recycling Cooperation?"

Una repeated the name, exchanged a glance with Camilla, and nodded.

"Sounds good. Count us in? Many housekeeping and cleaning jobs are easier for women to do, and employers can trust them more."

"Welcome, of course you're welcome!" Li Ping immediately replied.

This was originally a loose mutual aid organization; many people make great things, and it welcomes all comers.

"You won't regret it."

Old Tom couldn't wait to share his joy, lowering his voice.

"Those junk items I brought back yesterday, I repaired them and sold them. The coffee machine cost 800, the beauty device... I made quite a bit of money!"

"OMG!"

Camilla gasped, covering her mouth in shock, her eyes wide. "You mean... Ping and Fan earned the equivalent of over three thousand dollars for that job yesterday?!"

This amount would require her to work for three or four months to save up.

After the initial shock, a deep sense of envy appeared in her eyes.

When Fletcher embellished the story, describing how they had collected hundreds of dollars' worth of trash in an hour in the back alley of the Fiery Rose, Camilla could only shake her head in exasperation.

"I work myself to the bone, but it's still not as good as Li Ping and the others picking up trash."

"We make money purely by luck," Li Ping shook his head.

News of the cooperation, along with the publicity surrounding Old Tom and Fletcher's achievements, quickly spread throughout the camp.

The members of Roland Camp are ambitious homeless people, each with their own savings goals. They have a relatively peaceful mindset, and while some are envious, few are jealous or cause trouble. They have all expressed interest in joining.

That evening, Roland returned to the camp reeking of alcohol but in high spirits. Upon hearing about the plan, he waved his hand dismissively.

"Great idea! Once this collaboration really takes off, if you need any legal documents or consultation, come to me. I'll give you a friendly price... no, it'll be free!"

In the center of the camp, everyone shared the food and drinks they had hunted, creating a lively atmosphere.

Only Camilla, the workaholic, quickly ate something, then pushed her cart and disappeared into the night on her way to the convenience store for her night shift.

The idea of ​​a bridge hole cleaning and recycling cooperative has stirred up some excitement in the camp, but right now, the five core members who are really taking it seriously are Li Ping, Li Fan, Fletcher, Devon, and Old Tom.

To others, it's more like a fun nickname for a small group that might bring in some extra income.

Its true weight has not yet been seen.

During a casual chat after dinner, Jermaine brought back a message that suddenly made the atmosphere tense.

"In the evening, a fight broke out in the Fifth District between the White Ravens and the Shield, fighting for the territory vacated after the Greyheads' downfall."

He explained in detail: "The White Ravens are very unhappy that the Shield Gang beat them to it, and they've set their sights on that area too."

Just a couple of days ago, two members of the Holy Shield gang were arrested, scaring away many people. They were at their weakest point.

The White Crow Gang took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on their two street corner strongholds.

The Shield leader returned with his men for revenge, resulting in injuries on both sides and causing quite a commotion.

Li Ping suddenly realized: "No wonder the back alley of Fiery Rose was deserted today; the White Crow Gang members were all sent to fight."

"The conflict started yesterday."

Fletcher added, with an excited look on his face, "The White Crows even fired shots, which was a serious warning."

"Fire?" Li Ping frowned.

In the past few days, he has also learned some of the rules of the streets, and small gangs usually avoid using guns.

The sound of gunfire signifies an escalation of the situation, leading to a drastically different level of police intervention and potentially triggering a large-scale crackdown, which would be detrimental to everyone.

"Aren't they afraid of making a big fuss?"

"It wasn't a real fight."

Fletcher waved his hand and explained, "It's just driving through the Shield's territory, rolling down the window and firing a few shots into the air or into the open to scare people, then immediately running away."

As long as no one is hit and no property is damaged, the police usually don't bother to put in much effort to investigate such malicious harassment; at most, they might increase patrols.

But on the street, this is already the most serious provocation.

"Their fighting is an opportunity for us!"

Fletcher's eyes lit up, instantly forgetting his previous ties with the Shield.

"The Shield is in a mess right now and its strength has been weakened, so it's the perfect time for us to take over that recycling point!"

That place wasn't far from them, and it used to be considered part of their shadow.

"If the White Ravens put in a little more effort, it would be even better if they could completely shatter the Holy Shield!"

"Don't get your hopes up, Fletcher."

Una poured cold water on our hopes, her face showing worry. "The Shield has been good to us."

"If they really collapse and a new, more greedy gang comes to this area, they might not be as easy to get along with as they are now."

"What are you afraid of?"

Fletcher didn't seem to care and pointed to Devon and the Li brothers.

"We have some strong competitors now, so maybe we can stand firm on our own?"

His words subtly revealed his ambition to take over.