America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 147 - 124: Adversity is a Blessing_2

Chapter 147: Chapter 124: Adversity is a Blessing_2

"Sir, please take it easy, okay? If you really can’t wait, maybe you can have some peanut butter first?" Olivia, enjoying his warm embrace, flashed a mischievous smile and produced a jar of peanut butter.

Allen Zhang clicked his tongue, "Don’t you have any slices of bread?"

"I’ve got slices of meat." Olivia said meaningfully, spreading the peanut butter on.

Allen Zhang looked confused.

After a simple meal of seafood and meat dishes, Olivia continued cooking with a flushed face.

Allen Zhang went back upstairs to wait for dinner, opened the Los Angeles 58 Black Market app, and found a message from Mr. Shark, his employer.

Mr. Shark: When can you get it done? This afternoon, my wife actually brought that guy to our house to stay! Damn it! They even did that thing on my bed!!

Why does this sound so familiar?

Craig knew how to take revenge.

Burger King: Sorry, I won’t be doing this job. You should find someone else.

Mr. Shark: Why.

Burger King: Someone has offered a higher price, I advise you to break up peacefully.

Mr. Shark: No!! You can’t do this! We had an agreement.

Burger King: You haven’t paid me any deposit, so this deal is not valid, it’s just a verbal agreement, and what if I tell your wife your true intentions and thoughts? What do you think she’ll do?

Mr. Shark: Okay!! I won’t bother you any longer!! And you’d better not mess with me either.

Burger King: That would be wise. This is the West Coast, money talks, my friend!

Allen Zhang logged out of the chat software.

Started browsing short videos and news while waiting for dinner.

Meanwhile, in a cheap motel, a middle-aged white man with a bit of a paunch and signs of balding sat in a chair annoyed, reading the reply message, and angrily slammed his fist on the table.

"Fxxk! I’m so unlucky!!"

He was fuming.

Glancing at the remaining money in his pocket, he decided to order takeout. Immediately, he posted a bidding message on the Los Angeles 58 Black Market app.

He soon received a response.

rose: $200. Do you prefer cute and obedient, or mature and seductive style?

Mr. Shark: Anything is fine, is your photo really you? So beautiful?

rose: It’s me. Please send me your location and pay the money in advance with Virtual Coin, and I’ll be right over.

Mr. Shark: I can only pay you a deposit first.

rose: Dear, am I not beautiful enough to deserve your full payment? I’ll make you very comfortable; you can play with any project you want! For $200, I’m yours tonight! For $400, you don’t even have to treat me like a person!!

Mr. Shark was instantly moved. In a fit of passion, he went ahead and paid the full $400.

After waiting for more than ten minutes,

Mr. Shark: When will you arrive?

Half an hour.

Mr. Shark: Where are you? WTF!! You damn scammer!!

When you’re down on your luck, even drinking water can cause trouble. The middle-aged man angrily started pounding on the table.

Until the motel owner knocked impatiently on the door, "Guest, what are you doing? Demolishing the place? If you keep this up, get out!!"

He instantly cooled down.

In the camp under bridge #19, Jennifer sat cross-legged, clutching her phone and laughing so hard she couldn’t close her mouth, "How can there be such a fool, he actually paid me 400 USTD."

Dominic and the others looked at each other, "So now you’ve given up swindling in person and are exclusively into virtual erotic scams?"

"I’m just taking money from idiots, they don’t deserve to have an equivalent amount of wealth with that level of intelligence, having so much money isn’t a good thing! Better they learn their lesson and realize that a loss can be a blessing!"

Jennifer replied, also generously transferring a hundred dollars to Dominic, "Go on, heed my advice, take this money to the supermarket and buy some good stuff to nourish Allen’s health. Have you looked at the Asian cookbook I bought you?"

"I did, but I can’t learn it. I just don’t understand what ’a proper amount of salt’ means, how much salt for one person, how much for several. It doesn’t have precise measurements!" Dominic was a little irritated.

She said bluntly, "He probably won’t come back to stay today, so don’t waste your efforts!"

Dominic guessed by the nature of the General Sect Leader that he was likely to stay at someone else’s place.

"Not coming back again? Alright."

Jennifer was a bit disappointed but still undaunted, "But he’ll still come back eventually!"

...

Allen Zhang was completely unaware of what had happened. After waiting for half an hour, Olivia quickly finished cooking and called him downstairs for dinner.

Descending the stairs and seeing the sumptuous dinner, Allen Zhang did not skimp on his compliments, "Your cooking skills are impressive; you could be a three-star chef at a Michelin restaurant!"

"Of course, I’ve been living with my mother since I was little, and she loves to cook. I’ve learned a lot from her. I think I haven’t told you about these things that have happened to me."

Olivia proudly accepted the compliment, sat at the table, and arranged the tableware, "Please enjoy your meal, sir. There’s an even more thrilling show waiting for you next!"

...

I knew it. Everything has a price with you.

Allen Zhang gobbled his food. All he could do was pray that she wouldn’t apply the entire playbook she used on rich folks on him; playing such twisted games was genuinely unbearable.

After dinner, the two chatted for a while and turned on the TV to watch a horror movie.

It was all uncut footage; Allen Zhang watched it until he was drowsy, while Olivia seemed to enjoy it immensely.

But as she flipped to a pay-per-view channel with the remote control, Allen suddenly wasn’t sleepy anymore.

"Darling, are you ready?"

"Perhaps?"

"I need a definitive signal."

"Of course."

Olivia smiled, stood up, turned off the lights, and took off her clothes, revealing a fluffy tail.

Hold on... a tail!?

My own pay-per-view show, damn it.

...

The next day.

Allen Zhang opened his eyes to find himself lying under the bed, crawling out from underneath.

Rubbing his sore cheeks and looking at toys scattered everywhere, he hardly dared to think about what he had gone through.

Olivia was already up, and there was the sound of running water from the bathroom.

After searching for a while, he finally found his phone in a corner. He opened the daily news app and glanced at today’s news.

He rubbed his eyes, thunderstruck.

[Daily News: Your good friend Simone’s ex was violated by Black people after overdosing and died on the street that night.]

Simone’s ex?

Allen Zhang thought he had never met the person, only having heard of them from Dominic and Simone.

But this was good too; it spared him a nuisance.

[Daily News: Your identity documents have been completed, fresh from the press, and are now waiting to be transported to Delin Tailor Shop at 362 Twin Code Street downtown, to be delivered to the Korean document liaison.]

Nice! Finally got an identity!

But now that he’s making money, he’s got taxes to pay.

Allen Zhang felt conflicted; being happy about it wasn’t exactly easy, after all, who would want to be a cash cow, paying money for nothing? That money could buy so many heavy weapons.

[Daily News: Street Brothers Modification Shop bought a batch of defective brake discs from El Martin of the Moschino Gang and modified a pumpkin-colored Chevrolet Cruiser with the license plate LS-56A-6D. Detail: Martin’s underling, Kidz, secretly hid $5000 in the old brake pad with code D5667.]

Allen Zhang downloaded the intelligence photo.

The Street Brothers Modification Shop, just by the name one could tell it’s run by Black, using substandard brake discs in their quality scams; no wonder people call it their forte! Hiding money in the brake disc, that’s quite some genius! Doesn’t look easy to retrieve that cash.

After all, it involved the Moschino Gang from the Seventh District.

[Daily News: The Mexican Embassy in Los Angeles, United States, tracked down the fugitive ’Malu Hufei’ through clues and notified both the California Immigration Bureau and the Homeland Security Bureau. The Homeland Security Bureau dispatched secret agents that night to Los Angeles, expected to secretly investigate homeless and special individuals near Sunkist Bar in Fifth Street.]

Allen Zhang clicked to download the photo of the secret agent from the Homeland Security Bureau. Looking at his disguise: knit cap, black glasses, briefcase, trench coat, leather shoes.

He looked inconspicuous on the street.

They’re professionals for sure!

Allen Zhang pondered for a moment; it’s best not to get involved in these matters.

One or two secret agents might not be a big deal, but the Homeland Security Bureau is a behemoth, not to be trifled with; anyone who touches it dies.

When faced with the investigation, homeless people should just tell it like it is, just be honest.