Chapter 100 Ten Thousand Yuan Household "Do you accept gaming chairs and ovens?" Zhang Ailun took the receipt and cash, counted them carefully, and found that his total assets had reached a terrifying amount of 10004 US dollars. By picking up trash on the West Coast and working hard, he finally became a millionaire! My pockets are bulging. The mood is very good. "What brand?" the saleswoman asked. "Corsair gaming chair, 2018. The oven seems to be Galanz." Zhang Ailun enthusiastically promoted the product: "The gaming chair was used by a professional gaming player with a very interesting story. He had an unfortunate family and was born in a poor neighborhood. However, he had an indomitable spirit and worked hard to finally become a professional player!" "If you want it, $200, I'll get someone to deliver it to you right now!" The female clerk looked at him strangely, "Sir, we don't collect garbage here. Perhaps you can consider selling it to the scrap collection station next door?"
"If garbage is left for a long time, it will become an antique, right? You can buy it and wait for two years in the store until that e-sports boy becomes popular. Then you can make a fortune!" Zhang Ailun said: "You can't look down on other people's dreams like this. You have to have faith in them!" "We don't speculate in futures in our store." The female clerk politely refused, "Since you have confidence in it, why don't you hold it and wait until it becomes popular before selling it?" “Because I’m afraid he won’t be popular.” Zhang Ailun just likes to tell the truth. “…”It’s not you… The female clerk was also surprised by his honest attitude. She had never seen such a honest person before. Said: "Although I also hope that you can sell it for some money, unfortunately, this kind of thing should only appear in the recycling station." "let it go." Zhang Ailun didn't expect to be able to make any sales, so he said goodbye to the Seraphine saleswoman, walked out, and took out his cell phone to send a message to Jason. Give the other party time to drive the gaming chair and oven sofa back to the camp, and send the location coordinates. Even if you don't sell them, you can keep them for your own use. Jason: This thing doesn’t seem to be worth much, right? Zhang Ailun: A few dozen dollars is still money! Jason, are you a little too arrogant? You don't care about a few dozen dollars. If you really don't have time, then I will find someone else, but you have to use the camp's public pickup truck at another time. Jason: No! I'll go as soon as I get up! I really need that car to transport goods. If it can be transferred, it must be registered in my name. After arranging his affairs, Zhang Ailun also sent a greeting message to Reina, expressing his desire to go to her place for breakfast or lunch. Rena: The shelter reopens today, so I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of you, dear Mr. Allen. Zhang Ailun: So when are you free? Rena: Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? You can come over in the evening. Zhang Ailun: Not today? Reina: No, I haven't recovered yet. It affected my work today. You are such a glutton. Zhang Ailun: Thank you for your compliment.
:) Send a smiley face to show your friendliness. Unable to get a free meal, Zhang Ailun could only roam the streets. He found a convenience store and bought breakfast to fill his stomach. He started to learn about the situation of scavengers in Los Angeles online and paid close attention to it. I also found that a YouTube celebrity did in-depth interviews and understood the situation of homeless people on the streets, but then he was snatched away by a black man, and since then, very few celebrities have come to conduct street interviews. At noon, Dominic sent a message to Zhang Ailan, saying that Old Carl's scrap collection station had encountered some troubles, and David and Gate also noticed some unrest in the streets. Zhang Ailun: Old Carl's scrap collection station is on Aitou Street, and the three scavenger teams have been appearing there frequently recently. I knew he would be affected to some extent. He probably didn't intend for us to help him do anything, right? Pepsi and Coca-Cola are fighting, and Fanta is dead. Carl must be feeling very uncomfortable now being caught in the middle. Dominic: Not yet, but he wants to tell us not to go there to sell cans in the next two days. David and Gate also saw that many scavengers don't follow the rules. They will run to other people's territory to steal things. The small team next door has been robbed clean, and our territory may also be affected. Old Carl is quite nice. Zhang Ailun: Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of them coming to provoke me, I’m just afraid of them not coming!! Dominic: I feel relieved to hear you say that. I calmed Dominic down and asked him to tell everyone to keep picking up cans and report to me in time if anything happened. At around 2 ., Sig sent him good news and made a video call with him. Zhang Ailun answered the video call and saw three or four disheveled homeless people appearing on the screen. He immediately greeted them, "Hey guys, how are you! Sig, what's going on over there? Where are you now?" Why is there a beach and a Ferris wheel in the background? In an amusement park? “I’m at Santa Monica Beach,” Seager replied. “I came over here and invited a few friends to join our group.” Monica Beach? No wonder it looked familiar. Zhang Ailun immediately asked: "Are your friends sure they want to join us?" "Yes, they are all excellent veterans. Hey, Richie, come and say hello to our boss." Sig called on several friends around him to squeeze into the camera. Brown hair, blue eyes, melancholy eyes, stubble, several of them seem to be not good at speaking, and one of them, a one-armed man, attracts attention. "Hello, sir. I'm Rich, a sergeant major in the Marine Corps." The outstanding young white man saluted. "I'm at your command." "I'm Qiao Sen, a third-class sergeant major in the Army." "Bailey, Air Force Sergeant." "Melvin, Navy Sergeant." Zhang Ailun listened to them registering one by one and their military ranks when they enlisted, racking his brains to remember them, but in the end he didn't remember their names very well, only the general appearance and features that distinguished each person. Just call you West Coast Yang Guo and the Five Elders of Kongtong. "OK! Welcome to join our team, gentlemen! Since Sig took the initiative to invite you all, I believe that you must all be excellent talents in various fields, and we will definitely have a bright future in the future!"
"Sir, there's no need for you to praise us like that. If we really had any talent, we wouldn't be sleeping on the street." Several homeless people spoke frankly, "The only thing we can guarantee is that as long as you can assign us work, pay us, and let us not starve, we will work with you!" "Our lives are pretty much a mess right now, it couldn't be any worse." Several people chatted with each other, complaining about the unsatisfactory life. "Yes, yes, there will be bread and milk!" Zhang Ailun comforted everyone like a pyramid scheme leader and gave motivational speeches. After seeing Sig's recent changes, several people believed him directly. After all, the good brothers couldn't even afford to eat a while ago, and they had to rummage through trash cans, beg on the streets, squeeze on park benches, and didn't even have a tent to live in. Now he has transformed himself into a man with money and guns, living a prosperous life, and earning dozens of dollars steadily every day. If things get better, you can even get a few hundred dollars in dividends! Who wouldn’t envy this? Just then, David and Gate sent a message to Zhang Allen, informing him that a few Irish Europeans had come to their territory to cause trouble and wanted to steal their cans. Zhang Ailun also immediately replied that he should not cause a conflict and wait for them to pass. "Ok, friends, we just caught up with the errand activity task, let me see your efficiency!" ps：感谢帕奇尼的500币打赏，感谢书友20210807110057290的100币打赏，感谢书友20230616020305302的100币打赏，感谢160330161918817的100币打赏。 (End of this chapter)