America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 50 - 50 50 High-Level Players

50: Chapter 50: High-Level Players 50: Chapter 50: High-Level Players The party was in full swing when Leo and Blitz returned.

Jason, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately walked up and snatched the beer, “Oh my God, you two are finally back!

People are nearly dying of thirst here!”

He patted his shoulder and asked, “What took you guys so long, you two weren’t up to something shady, were you?”

Blitz said with a laugh, “You’re overthinking it.

We just had to clean up the food cart and change the cooking oil, so it took a bit longer.

The Environmental Protection Agency’s going to be checking the streets tomorrow, and if our cart doesn’t meet the hygiene requirements, we’d be fined.”

“That type of problem can indeed be serious.

If you can’t sort things out with the enforcement officers, the business can be hard to maintain.

Going with the flow would be the best approach.”

Jason’s mouth, as if without a filter, made him appear overly excited at every get-together.

“I used to do similar business back in school, selling naughty DVDs to other students and made a fortune!

I got called in by the headteacher and almost pissed myself, thought I’d get expelled for sure.”

“You think she wanted to discipline me?

No, later she took me to a back room and told me she wanted to buy naughty DVDs through my channel too…”

Leo glanced at him, “Jason, are you drunk already?

When will you ever become more likable?

Dealing drugs that get people hooked is no good business, you’d best not consider it as a long-term career.

My first husband went to jail because of that kind of stuff.”

Women with experience see the world differently.

Although Leo isn’t particularly capable, both her previous husbands weren’t the steady, homebody type.

Either they went to jail, or they died, and also got fined a lot of money, resulting in losing both money and people.

The third time she thought about finding an ordinary person and leading a mundane life, but ended up with an abusive alcoholic.

Luckily, she’s now found a better match.

“I’m not likable?

Which one of my friends here doesn’t like me?” Jason immediately started to defend himself and began distributing drinks to everyone, “Who among us dares to say they’ve never tried drugs in high school?

Dare to raise your hand so I can see?

You just haven’t continued doing drugs because your self-control is stronger than most, that’s it.”

“I haven’t.”

Dominic immediately raised his hand in his vote, “I was kept on a tight leash at home, so I basically had no chance to try it and wasn’t really interested either.”

“Try drugs?

Does amoxicillin potassium clavulanate count?” Allen Zhang joked.

“Antibiotics are drugs too!

But you two really are rare white lotuses.”

Jason spread his hands helplessly, admitting defeat.

After all, how many homeless people aren’t into drugs?

Even if they’re not into drugs or coco, pain relievers are something they can’t do without, right?

Yet these two really don’t have that habit.

Jason then turned to the new face, and earnestly asked after knowing he was an ex-military, “Sieg, in the military and military schools, there must be many who like doing drugs, right?”

“Of course, not only do they like doing drugs, but many can’t control their libidos, there are lots of gays, and uncomfortable situations happen frequently.

It’s only your imagination that’s limited, nothing they can’t do.”

Sieg admitted frankly, “I picked up some bad habits for a while, but later when my health severely deteriorated and I couldn’t meet the standards, I came to my senses and decisively gave it up.

That was truly an unforgettable experience.”

“Hahaha!

I knew the United States military was rotten to the core!” Jason, a born Texan Redneck, was not angry but overjoyed, laughing out loud.

He stripped off his shirt and started hopping and swinging, singing the song of freedom.

He was indeed a son of the Lone Star Republic.

It was understandable he had such a spirit.

You could tell he was an old Texan from a glance.

Everyone raised their drink bottles and cheered around the bonfire.

After a short while, David and Gate also came back.

They greeted everyone, got to know each other through introductions, and the two had barely sat down when they started excitedly talking about street incidents, talking mostly about Hopson Road and the Carnation Club, also mentioning seeing lots of armed Biker Gangs.

Although a large part of it sounded like bullshitting and boasting, it also seemed quite interesting.

Allen Zhang has never really dealt with gang members before.

The MCs are the real bosses of that district; they just do can collecting work during the day and don’t get themselves into any trouble.

Can collecting earns only pennies; a gang can make enough in one day to surpass a year’s worth of can collecting for you.

We’re all trying to make it out here – there’s a fundamental difference between hobos and gangs.

As streetfighting competitors, you don’t need to crush the gangs, just the hobos.

That wild area has also become our own green safety zone.

During the day, there are hardly any hobos left, they can’t compete with Lori Louis 19, even the window washing begging is only in the border areas.

You go can collecting during the day, ticketing officers won’t hassle you, you can treat it like it’s your turf.

But try can collecting on that street at night, saying this patch is under my protection, I’m doing business here too, and you’ll see if those gang members’ submachine guns will give a damn.

The Black lad David took out 50 US Dollars and handed it to Leo, sharing the good news, “Do you know how far we ran to sell that half box of candy for a high price?

We went over to the Sixth District and found a Bro who had just joined the gang.

Desperate to not lose face at the gathering, acting all dramatic, he handed over the money in a hurry, didn’t even ask for change!”

It’s indeed shameful for Black to turn up to a gang gathering and not be able to pull out a joint from his pocket.

If you don’t smoke joints, you essentially can’t get into the circle.

Birds of a feather flock together, all smokers, there are always times to tighten your belt, gatherings are all about shared contributions – I bring a chick, you bring a chick, I put in some money, you put in some money.

And when it’s your turn, you find out you’re just mooching cigarettes all along, and you can’t even offer a tt when a black chick asks, who could stand that?

Instantly lose your mating rights.

“Our high-quality candy is definitely something he’s never had in his life, after all, just looking at him, he’s a poor redneck hoping to rise up through a gang, and can definitely not afford good joints.

Maybe he got a bargain, and he might come back to us next time,” Gate said with a big smile.

As soon as Jason heard it was a good deal, he regretfully said, “Too bad our stuff got messed up.”

Leo also took out 20 US Dollars as dividends and handed it to Allen Zhang.

Allen Zhang didn’t act shy and took it straightaway.

He then pulled out two 5-dollar bills and handed them to David and Gate, five bucks each as running money.

It wasn’t much, but that’s all he got for himself.

“Thanks, BOSS!!” David and Gate didn’t mind the small amount and happily pocketed the money.

Allen Zhang said nothing, just focused on eating his meal!

As he listened to the others chatter and laugh, he found that the eel rice tasted quite good.

Eating is sublime, soul of dining.

Diners are the cream of the crop!

The party went on till the early morning.

The beer was drunk dry, the ground littered with cigarette butts and empty boxes.

The wood in the paint cans was almost burnt out, and then the partygoers slowly started to disperse.

Jason and Fitz had left in the middle of it all.

The two of them are always like that, get tipsy, in the mood, start making out in front of everyone.

Making out and then, without noticing, they’d disappear.

But oddly, on a regular day, neither of them would admit to being boyfriend and girlfriend.

Don’t ask, because the answer is business partners.

Of course, Leo and Monica wouldn’t stay at the campsite either.

Upon asking, Allen Zhang found out the old guy was an actual gigolo, living in an abandoned construction building, where Monica also set up a long-term shelter.

That place also gathered some hobos, but the living conditions were harsher, obviously not matching up to the under-bridge campsite here, mostly filled with the old, weak, sick, and disabled, barely surviving by panhandling, and relying on each other for help.

Leo and Monica, with the ability to move and to earn, were indeed the high-level players of that camp!