Lori, expressionless and unusually angry, said, "If you run outside my house at night again singing ’Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse’, I swear I will do this!"
What? Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse? Is that even something a human can do? Allen Zhang was totally flabbergasted.
How about you just point at Black people’s noses and say they are good at picking cotton, eating watermelons, and munching on fried chicken.
"Ok." The girl left with a knowing smile.
"I really can’t understand why she hasn’t been beaten up yet." Allen Zhang saw her going to flirt with Jason, the son of the Lone Star Republic, and Fitz, the crafty third-generation cotton picker.
Calling them plantaition owners and Black sisters, sowing discord. Jason felt his face turning red right there.
"Usually, she doesn’t act this way in front of us. Maybe it’s really because she’s been locked up for a few days and is suffering from intermittent manic depression? Or maybe her condition has worsened?"
Dominic explained, "People just out of confinement tend to be emotionally unstable."
"She’s also racist," Jennifer said.
"Racist against Asians?" Allen Zhang hesitated.
"She’s racist against living people," Dominic added.
Dominic immediately reassured him, "But you should be out of her range of discrimination."
"So, why?" Allen Zhang couldn’t understand. Aren’t I a living person?
"Because she thinks normal human limits should be twenty centimeters or less. Anything over this size, they’re non-human, but she also wants to own a nine-inch to prove she’s not human, which is super cool!" Jennifer struggled to hold back her laughter.
"Well, then I really should thank her," Allen Zhang said with a twitch of his mouth. What kind of West Coast jinx is this? I dare imagine such a scene, huh?
He looked at Dominic again and spoke irritatedly, "What are you laughing at? Dominic, considering how close you guys are, she probably doesn’t discriminate against you either, right?"
Dominic, interpreting the implication, indignantly replied, "Hey! I am a man!!"
Allen Zhang’s fake smile tightened as he pinched Dominic’s thigh, "Look, your thigh isn’t even as thick as my arm. Just stay a quiet pretty boy."
Dominic sat there with a dark face.
Jesse ran over, putting his arm around Dominic’s shoulder, "Hey, sis, what’s wrong? Did someone upset you? You can tell me! I’ll take care of it."
Dominic was at a loss for words, "Thanks, I feel much better now."
Allen Zhang was in high spirits.
"Buddy, your laughter is hilarious, like a horny wolverine howling!"
The girl laughed out loud again, imitating the howling sounds.
Laugh on, why don’t you keep laughing?
This punk mad girl sure is interesting.
Allen Zhang couldn’t help but start grinding his teeth.
Soon Sieg came back by car, greeted everyone present, and handed Allen Zhang the gold wrapped in plastic film.
Allen Zhang checked the Golden Beans and stashed them away in the trailer, planning to sell them after completely refining them.
"Sieg, good that you’re back. Let’s go out and take care of something," Allen Zhang grabbed the car keys and headed straight for the pickup truck.
"It’s pretty late now, and street gang members are active all over the place, isn’t it unsafe to go out and do stuff?" Sieg wondered.
"If they encounter me on the street, the danger is theirs!"
Allen Zhang seriously added, "You have a gun, what are you afraid of? Their little toys are just to scare people, they wouldn’t dare to shoot, and besides, we’re not the type to look for trouble. If we can’t handle the gang’s Black guys, can’t we just avoid them?"
"Who says I’m scared." Sieg said stone-faced, "I’ve faced bullets and cannon fire on the battlefield, driving the enemy to flee in panic. Why would I be scared of some street gangsters?"
"Are you alright?" Allen Zhang wondered why Sieg was so stubborn today.
It’s not the moment of getting your head cracked by a beer bottle.
Jesse ran over, looking up in admiration, "Hey! Are you a soldier?"
Sieg lowered his voice, "Yes, that’s right. I’m a soldier. You’re new here, right?"
Allen Zhang watched Sieg suddenly put on an act and realized this guy had a thing for the punk chick Jesse. He liked this spunky punk chick type?
He looked at him with sympathy, unaware of what she might say next.
"Then do you have a boyfriend?" Jesse asked.
"I haven’t found a girl...???", Sieg’s face filled with question marks, "Sorry, what did you say?"
"Have you ever been played by someone? You look quite robust, aren’t there many people in the army who like your type?"
"..." Damn, she’s crazy!
Sieg was utterly dumbfounded.
Feeling deeply aggrieved, he got into the car, slammed the door shut, sat in the driver’s seat, and couldn’t for the life of him figure out why this was happening.
He really couldn’t understand, "What’s wrong with this girl?"
Allen Zhang leaned back in the seat, leisurely chewing gum, "Relax, she just got out of prison, her mental state might be a bit hyper, that’s all. You have to understand her."
"Why don’t you go understand her! She insulted me! I am pure man!" Sieg grumbled.
"She also said my laughter sounded like a horny wolverine. I didn’t make a big deal out of it."
Allen Zhang grinned insincerely and tossed the car keys to him, urging, "Drive! To Kajin Bridge on Nawey Street."
"What are we going there for?"
"To visit Quixante’s mysterious shop. Do a little business."
"Quixante? Is he another Black guy?" Feeling confused but still starting the car, Sieg drove off.