Among them were many familiar faces of Black, and Allen Zhang also recognized the one with a battered chin, taped up with a Band-Aid and gauze. Isn’t this the guy who got a lesson from Sieg’s gun-fighting technique?
What a guy, freshly beaten here and the next second throwing punches at others!
This Black really doesn’t want to take a loss at all.
Help yourself then, who can snatch it from you guys.
Allen Zhang received messages from Dominic, Simone, and Jennifer.
Dominic asked for the day off to avoid street violence, and Allen Zhang expressed his understanding.
Simone and Jennifer invited him to attend the Zero-Dollar Purchase and scam activity.
Simone: Everyone else is on it! Jason and Fitz went a long time ago, even little Lori thinks it’s good business. It’s in a discount supermarket in the neighboring community.
Allen Zhang: A good Zero-Dollar Purchase! But I refuse, because I’m injured.
Sending a photo of his arm swathed in bandages looking like a disabled person.
Allen Zhang: It’s a pity I can’t join you in this operation.
Simone: Oh my God! What happened to you! Did God finally punish you since he couldn’t stand it anymore?
Allen Zhang: ? What are you talking about! I just had a little accident at Rena’s shelter, but I got an extra 900 US dollars in subsidy!
Simone: Well, you rest up then, Mr. Allen. You’re a man of wealth, looking down on our work, please ask Sieg if he wants to go.
Allen Zhang shouted to Sieg munching on bread downstairs: "Sieg, do you want a tent or not?"
"Yes! I want it!" Sieg immediately stood up, thrilled, "Boss, are you buying it for me?"
"You can earn it with your own hands, Simone and little Lori told me to ask if you want to go to the supermarket next door for the Zero-Dollar Purchase? They’ve got everything, and if you go, remember to bring back some good stuff for me. My teeth aren’t great, I need to eat something soft these days." Allen Zhang instructed.
Sieg, speechless, looked at him: "How could I possibly do a Zero-Dollar Purchase? I’d rather spend my own money when I have time. I have professional ethics! I am a soldier!"
"Ok!" Allen Zhang knew this kid would never do a bad thing, "I’ll decline for you to Simone, continue munching on your bread."
"Alright." Sieg sat back down and opened another box of milk for himself.
Planning to fill up and go for a walk outside, to try buying a tent, just worried that nearby camping equipment stores might not be able to open normally.
Allen Zhang replied to Simone with much regret.
Simone: Okay, useless men, just wait at home for our good news!
Allen Zhang: Just don’t spend over 950 dollars. I don’t want to have to bail you out later.
Simone: Don’t need your advice, I know more about this than you, I never got in once!
What else could Allen Zhang say?
They indeed had experience, not needing an outsider like him to be Spring Commander, so all he could do was wish them a triumphant return.
Allen Zhang, as usual, replied to Jennifer, sending her the photo of his injured arm.
Unexpectedly, Jennifer was even more dramatic than Simone, insisting on visiting him without a second thought, even abandoning her work at hand.
Allen Zhang: No need, I have someone taking care of me here! Plus, it’s just a minor injury.
Jennifer: Trust me, I know how to take care of someone better.
Allen Zhang fell silent. What do you mean? Are you coming over today to make up for yesterday’s unfinished business?
Allen Zhang: If you plan to extort too much from me, I can’t afford to pay you!
Jennifer: It’s okay, dear, I don’t think feelings between two people need to be mixed with other things. I’m not greedy, I don’t want even a cent from you, I am very greedy, I want your billions. Have you eaten yet?
With a look of pitiable cuteness.
Allen Zhang was truly at his wit’s end. You talk slicker than me!
All he could do was honestly reply that he had eaten bread already.
Jennifer: It’s hardly nutritious at all, do you want me to get you an American-style Chinese meal?
Jennifer: How about fast food?
Allen Zhang: No need, Rena is already cooking, and with the streets in such chaos, it’s better for you not to wander around alone.
Jennifer: Okay then, that’s such a shame. Is there anything else I can do for you? I really want to help you. Please let me!
No wonder those customers were so charmed and willing to happily spend money on her, who could resist?
Allen Zhang: The greatest help to me is for everyone in the camp to live a happy and contented life. They’re all like friends and family to me, and so are you.
She fell silent for a few seconds across from him.
Jennifer: Thank you, Allen.
Allen Zhang: You’re welcome.
Jennifer politely did not pester him further and sent a photo of herself.
Lying on a sofa under a bridge, curled up with a raccoon plushie, golden curls draping over her shoulders, wearing a cool, thin tank top, and with long, white legs, her toes clear and glistening.
Allen Zhang: So beautiful.
"Boys, the borscht is coming!"
With her sleeves rolled up, hair tied back, and wearing an apron, Rena looked very capable as she brought out a small pot of brightly colored broth from the kitchen.
The ingredients in the broth were also plentiful. Although they were just leftover foods fetched from the storage freezer, nowadays this street, besides the shelter having backup power and water storage, most of the low-income communities and areas outside had no water or electricity.
But many people would probably find ways to get water and power—after all, everyone here is talented, and if worse comes to worst, couldn’t they just carry a few boxes back from the supermarket?
"Hm? Isn’t this just tomato-beef stew?" Allen Zhang recognized it immediately; surely the foreigners have run out of food.
So, a random little street diner’s dish suddenly transforms into one of the world’s three famous soups?
I won’t acknowledge it without some spicy soup.
"Borscht?" Sieg came over at a trot to look.
"It’s red vegetable soup! Not borscht!" Rena corrected.
"Isn’t it the same?" Sieg said honestly, not daring to anger the big and scary.
"Not the same at all! You’ll know once you taste it!"
Each of them took a bowl to try, and it tasted good!
"Isn’t this just tomato-beef stew."
"Isn’t this just borscht."
Rena, smiling insincerely, retorted with a Russian tongue twister, "Идиот! You guys can leave if you have no taste."
You’re growling in bear language, who can understand that?
"I’m no idiot," Sieg muttered.
Before Rena could lose her temper, Sieg hurriedly wolfed down his food while it was still hot, set down his bowl, and took off, "Ok, I’m rolling out!"
Bro, if you leave, what about me? We should share the hardships, brother!
Allen Zhang wished he could morph into the hasty King, but was unable to eat quickly with just a spoon in hand. In the end, under Rena’s stern demand, he had no choice but to do a set of one-handed push-ups as a performance.