My American magical life
Chapter 43 - 43 43 Eris I want to talk with you!

43: Chapter 43: Eris, I want to talk with you!

43: Chapter 43: Eris, I want to talk with you!

Red Street’s night is a hazy one.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the romantic kind of haziness.

It’s the kind where a confused black guy uncontrollably makes you leave the world.

So, dinners on Red Street always start not too late.

The people handing out relief also want to hit their KPI early and scram before it gets dark.

That’s why Sani brought Cheng Daqi to Red Street early, just to catch the food distribution on time.

“There was shrimp pizza for lunch today, you missed out.”

The black girl nattered on ahead, griping to Cheng Daqi.

“But the water I got was the cheapest kind, have you really hooked up with a rich lady, Chan?”

Thinking about those three boxes of VOSS she had never tasted, the black girl’s tone floated a bit.

“I will never live off women; I aim to be a Sigma male.”

Chatting with friends is just shooting the breeze.

You shoot a line, I shoot a line.

If it hurts, you apologize, then you keep shooting the breeze.

“Sigma male?

I’ve only heard of ‘little Gigi men.’ They say, you Asian guys are all little Gigis.”

Influenced by her upbringing, Sani’s words are truly unmasked: frank and quite explosive.

“Tell me who it was, I’ll send over my reader friends to teach them a fierce lesson!”

Cheng Daqi wasn’t angry, he wasn’t the dog that got hit; there was no need for an intense reaction.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal, being small can be cute too, right?”

Sani was gentle, her gentleness more hidden and winding than Lisa’s.

Lisa’s gentleness was direct, something you could feel straightaway.

Sani’s gentleness was covert, she’d give you a wound first, then tenderly bandage it up.

Cheng Daqi had no interest in either of the beauties; he just wanted to shoot good material and make interesting videos with it.

Those in pursuit of wealth thrive, while those searching for love flounder.

Every day on the streets of America brings a different spectacle, just record well, and you can make a video out of it.

Once you have significant traffic, you can make money in all sorts of ways, like selling merchandise, selling places for followers, selling advertising, selling a variety of American products.

“That yellow food truck over there, quick, let’s go line up!”

Sani excitedly pointed at a yellow food truck, calling over Cheng Daqi to queue with her.

Cheng Daqi curiously examined the yellow food truck, feeling a peculiar sense of space-time disintegration.

In his past life watching a lecturer’s videos, this yellow food truck was regarded as top-notch by Red Street’s hobos.

The lecturer even dubbed it a rare spawn.

A legendary encounter in the Cyber-Hydrated Universe.

The yellow food truck, no, a golden legend!

There was even a bookworm brother in the lecturer’s videos who waited every day for the yellow food truck to spawn.

He held a book and read aloud facing the wall, just waiting for this dream car.

Today, Cheng Daqi actually saw the story enter reality, which brought him a great sense of anticipation.

“Line up properly, please, line up!”

A black mama organized the line seriously, stuffing those trying to take shortcuts back into the queue; she was a volunteer at the food truck’s relief spot.

“Is the food here really that good?”

Sani rolled her eyes at Cheng Daqi, feeling that her neighbor was sometimes exceedingly smart and other times stupid to an abnormal degree.

“Just look at this line, what do you think?”

The length of the line is proportional to the quality of the food at the relief spot?

Cheng Daqi thought that domestic social science undergrads could write a thesis on this.

“Look, today it seems they’ve got meat soup, bread, and pure water.”

Sani winked for Cheng Daqi and scouted out what today’s golden legend spawn provided.

“It doesn’t seem that special though.”

Cheng Daqi really didn’t think the food had anything worth lining up for an hour for.

“It’s not that it’s so delicious, but the food here is fresh, and it doesn’t taste bad.

Many relief spots might give out food, but it might not be fresh or even expired.”

Sani’s explanation cleared up Cheng Daqi’s doubts.

He had watched plenty of videos from lecturers, and the quality of the meals provided at street relief points in America was indeed inconsistent.

As the sun slowly set, the line got shorter, and finally, it was Cheng Daqi and Sani’s turn.

“God bless you, could I have two bottles of water, please?”

Water being a necessity, Cheng Daqi naturally took advantage when he could.

As he spoke, he held up his cell phone, wanting to take a photo with the white lady who was serving the food.

“God bless you too, of course you can!”

The white volunteer lady was very cooperative, lifting her hand and making a V-sign for the camera.

Not only that, but she also directly handed Cheng Daqi two bottles of water.

“Thank you, miss, you are generous!”

Cheng Daqi smiled and thanked the kind and beautiful elder sister.

However, this white lady might have been meeting such an enthusiastic and confident Asian for the first time, so she curiously asked a question.

“Where are you from?”

In the face of such a question, he was anything but careless.

He enunciated clearly, his tone steady and sincere, unfazed as he responded.

“I come from Japan!

Thank you, miss, I’m Japanese!”

Cheng Daqi even said it twice!

When begging, one must be a person from the island nation.

Who told them to like claiming they were from Hua Country when committing misdeeds abroad decades ago?

A boomerang must be thrown back fiercely!

Sani actually liked walking behind Cheng Daqi.

At these times, she could watch him without his knowledge.

She didn’t think it was love, just that her neighbor had many mysterious aspects about him.

Watching Cheng Daqi’s back, there were too many questions in Sani’s eyes.

Who are you?

How did someone like you become a homeless person?

Do you really like wealthy women?

“I think we need to find a place to eat first or the meat soup will get cold.”

The Asian neighbor’s words interrupted Sani’s thoughts; the black girl planned to go to the riverside to eat.

“Let’s go to the riverbank.

There are lots of people there in the evening.”

The evenings in Saint Rodu were still beautiful.

The sunlight was no longer so bright, a hint of night’s darkness gently diffused, casting a filter over the grand city.

Under the filter, the poop was gone and the trash on the ground was not as noticeable, making the environment look fantastic.

Cheng Daqi placed the food on the riverside fence and ate the bread dipped in meat soup.

“The taste is not bad.”

The legendary golden legend lived up to its reputation; not only was it warm, but it also qualified as decent in taste.

It was equivalent to about 0.8 of a Shaxian Snacks, 0.7 of a Henan Spicy Soup level.

“It’s your first time eating it, but after eating it a lot it’s just so-so; the novelty is the main thing.

What we homeless people fear the most isn’t safety issues, but unclean food.

Many times, to fill our stomachs, we have to eat food that isn’t fresh.”

The black sister’s voice was somewhat soft.

Cheng Daqi nodded silently.

California’s welfare spending had never been cut and was even increasing year by year.

With such a budget, the amount that reached the mouths of the homeless was pitifully small.

“Chan, can I ask you a question?”

It seemed Sani wanted to ask something.

‘Ding!’

His phone received a message.

It was from Eris, the tidy-bearded man holding a sign, the West Coast agent.

“Chan, your interview the other day was livestreamed by ABC, which is owned by B***h.

It got livestreamed!

I remember we talked about it, that viewpoint was mine, remember?

Now we really need to have a good talk!”

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