Chapter 10 Work Income "Tell me where you live, and I'll call you if I need work later," said Zhang Ailun. "Thank you, boss. We have no place to live. Most of the time we wander the streets around here." The homeless man took the dollar and looked at each other. Although it was a little less, at least his work was not in vain, right? The other party seemed to be good at fighting, but they were not too bullying. They still respected them. At least they took away their jars and paid for their labor... Are you moved? Don't dare to move. Don't dare to move. Zhang Ailun waved them to leave and told them that he would find them if he needed them, so they should not run too far. The homeless man verbally agreed, but in fact he was thinking about moving to another place after returning this time. What a joke, will I lose my freedom if I stay here and become their free laborer? I would rather die than live without freedom. Several homeless people left in a hurry. Zhang Ailun didn't care about it, since they were just free labor anyway.
Under the astonished gaze of the Carnation Club cleaners, they returned carrying large and small bags full of cans. When passing by a square street, Zhang Ailun took out his mobile phone and used the free Wi-Fi of a convenience store. He searched Google Maps and found a nearby scrap collection station. He jogged all the way to the destination, turned in with bags on his shoulders, and prepared to sell the jars. This scrap collection station is located at the intersection of Triangle Road. It is about the size of a basketball court. A red Citroen is parked in the yard. The collection station is full of garbage bottles and cans, scales, tires, and cardboard boxes, but they are basically sorted out. Today's recycling price is displayed on the electronic screen. Clear beverage bottles, $1 per pound. Cans, $1 per pound. Paper shell, $1 per pound. Glass bottle, $1 per pound. The price seemed to be slightly lower than the one at the scrap collection station Dominic mentioned, but it was still fair, and Zhang Ailun didn't want to go too far. During the time, I also saw several scavengers pushing small carts filled with large and small bags, coming over from all directions. They must be homeless people from other streets. There were even people dressed brightly, wearing Adidas Trefoil sweatshirts, MLB baseball caps, Puma sneakers, and Apple Bluetooth headphones. They also drove a black Ranger pickup truck and played music. I got out of the car and took out bags. I originally thought he was here to sell household garbage, but after asking him around, I found out that he was also engaged in the can recycling business. It seemed that he occupied several blocks and cooperated with other people to commit gang crimes, specializing in waste recycling in wealthy areas. The drop rate of treasure chests in rich areas is very high. They each make at least three thousand dollars a week. On the West Coast, even picking up trash is divided into different territories. If you want to become bigger and stronger, you need to seize territory and own more treasure chests. You really can't do this without some background and strength. If you don't understand the situation clearly, it's easy to offend people and cause conflicts.
If you want to avoid such interest risks, you can only go hunting in ordinary neighborhoods and pick up the leftovers from the treasure chests on the roadside. However, ordinary neighborhoods are too inward-looking, and there are too many scavengers, so daily income will drop sharply, and at best they can only barely make ends meet. Selling cardboard in America can easily lead to bankruptcy, because it is worthless. In the early years, some Chinese made a fortune by beating cardboard into pulp and shipping it back to China! Until the bill prohibiting the transportation of foreign garbage was released, this profession disappeared. Zhang Ailun waited patiently in line outside for weigh-in, and soon it was his turn. He handed the bags to the staff, who opened them and found that the bottles and cans in the bags were packed in a mess and not sorted out. He did not look like a qualified scavenger at all. "Next time you'd better sort first, sir." The staff member gave a reminder, then took out a large electronic scale frame, picked and chose for a while, and poured the items in batches for weighing. Cans 16 pounds, $. Clear beverage bottle 9 pounds, $. Glass bottle 21 pounds, $. Total $. Just by sitting back and reaping the benefits, half the street was cleared out and I made dozens of dollars in a short while. It's true that picking up trash on the West Coast can make money! It is possible to start a business by picking up garbage and earn a million dollars a year! ! The staff at the recycling station gave him a receipt and asked Zhang Ailun to go to the window next door to exchange it for cash. "Hey man, where did you come from? Why did you pick up so many cans?" Zhang Ailun exchanged cash from the exchange window, put it in his pocket and prepared to leave. The scavengers from before came over in surprise, "Why haven't we seen you before?" "I just came here yesterday, it's normal that you haven't seen me." Zhang Ailun answered calmly: "These cans were picked up from the Carnation Club." "The strip club on Wapson Street? Isn't that the territory of Ethan and his friends?" Several scavengers were surprised. They also have impressions of those white drunkards who liked to form gangs, drink and smoke cigarettes. He was originally a poor guy living in the slums. He was obsessed with football gambling and ended up losing all his pants. Later, he got addicted to tobacco and opioids. He felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't smoke or take something every day. In the end, he couldn't afford to rent a house and his credit was bankrupt, so he was kicked out. "I remember they took the territory from that kid Dominic," someone said. "Who is Dominic?" another person asked in surprise. "A white 'girl' who's doing pretty well on the streets. Many people are eyeing her ass. But I heard that little Lori gets to play with her ass every day. How enviable! Hahahaha, I'm kidding!" A scavenger made a joke that was not too big, which made everyone laugh. "Dominic is my friend, I don't want to hear anyone say bad things about my friend!" Zhang Ailun listened to their conversation, the topic became increasingly dirty, and he realized that these guys were potential competitors, so he stared at them with unfriendly eyes.
"I've already beaten up that Ethan you were talking about. From now on, that street is our territory of Lori Louis 19. I don't want to see homeless people from other places picking up bottles there! Otherwise, I will definitely blow his head off! Do you understand?" Verbal threats weren't enough, so he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his explosive forearm muscles. His fists were clenched so tightly that they made crackling sounds. "Of course, man." The scavengers couldn't help but their eyelids twitching after just one look. Are you sure you are really a homeless person and not a bodybuilder or street boxing champion? Which version of the tramp could have such a good figure? In today's streets filled with the old, weak and sick, your muscles are a dimensionality reduction strike, a hexagonal berserker with no blind spots. Definitely T0 level! Immediately dispel unrealistic ideas. After watching Zhang Ailun leave, several people remained silent for a long time. "Now that Lori Louis 19 has occupied that space, won't we ever be able to go there to clean windows and beg? Damn it, the income from that street is considerable!" Someone suddenly held his head in frustration. He had already made an agreement with Ethan and the others, asking them to protect him from being robbed or causing trouble, but his plan was ruined in an instant. "He only told us not to pick up cans, but he didn't tell us not to clean windows or beg on the street." The scavenger nearby consoled him, "The most he can do is occupy the trash can on that street. Does he really think he can occupy the entire street?" "That street is MC's territory. The owner of that club is also a core member of the Hell's Angels. He can easily attract a bunch of motorcycle gangs! How can homeless people like us afford to provoke gang members? We are people on two parallel lines. There is no possibility of any intersection!" "You are right!" The homeless man breathed a sigh of relief. (End of this chapter)