100: Chapter 100: Ten Thousand Yuan Household 100: Chapter 100: Ten Thousand Yuan Household “Are you guys buying gaming chairs and ovens?”
Allen Zhang received the receipt and cash, ticulously counted and saw his entire wealth frighteningly climb to $10,004.
Relying on scavenging on the West Coast and sheer determination, he finally beca a ten-thousandaire!
His wallet bulged.
He felt extrely pleased.
“What brand?” the female clerk asked.
“Pirate ship gaming chair, from 2018.
The oven is probably a Galanz one.”
Allen Zhang pitched enthusiastically, “The gaming chair has quite a story—it was used by a professional gar.
He ca from a poor neighborhood, an unfortunate family, but he had indomitable spirit, fought hard, and eventually made it onto the path of a pro player!”
“If you want it, $200.
I can have it delivered right now!”
The female clerk looked at him with a peculiar gaze, “Sir, we don’t accept trash here, maybe you should consider selling it to the junk collection station next door?”
“Trash left long enough becos antiques, right?
Buy it and leave it in your store for two years, and when that esports boy gets famous, wouldn’t you make a big profit?”
Allen Zhang said, “You can’t look down on other people’s dreams like that, you gotta have faith in them!”
“We also don’t speculate on futures here,” the clerk tactfully refused.
“If you have so much confidence in him, why don’t you hold onto it until he’s famous and then sell it?”
“Because I’m afraid he might not get famous.”
Allen Zhang liked to speak the truth.
“…” Not you…
She was taken aback by his straightforwardness, never having t such a straightforward person before.
She said, “While I do hope you could make so money from it, unfortunately, such things belong in the recycling center.”
“Then forget it.”
Allen Zhang didn’t really expect to be able to sell it.
After bidding Saraphine, the store clerk, goodbye, he walked out, pulled out his phone, and sent a ssage to Jason.
He asked Jason to drive over whenever he had ti to haul the gaming chair, oven, and sofa back to camp, and also sent the location coordinates.
Even if he couldn’t sell them, keeping them for personal use was also fine.
Jason: Aren’t these things sort of worthless?
Allen Zhang: A few dozen dollars is still money!
Jason, are you getting arrogant?
You don’t care about a few tens of dollars anymore.
If you really don’t have ti, then I will find soone else, but then you’ll need to find so other ti to use the camp’s communal pickup truck.
Jason: No!
I’ll go once I wake up!
I really need that truck to haul goods; if it can be transferred, it absolutely has to be put under my na.
Having arranged his affairs, Allen Zhang also sent a greeting ssage to Rena, hoping to cadge a breakfast at her place, or lunch was fine too.
Rena: The shelter is reopening today and I’m afraid I won’t have ti to look after you, dear Mr.
Allen.
Allen Zhang: When will you have ti then?
Rena: Tomorrow or the day after?
You’re welco to co over in the evening.
Allen Zhang: How about today?
Rena: No can do, I haven’t recovered yet.
Even going to work today was affected, you’re such a glutton.
Allen Zhang: Thanks for the complint.
🙂
Sent a smiley face, as a friendly gesture.
Not having succeeded in scoring a free al, Allen Zhang had to fend for himself on the streets, randomly picking a convenience store to buy breakfast to satiate his hunger.
He then started surfing the net to closely monitor the situation of Los Angeles’s scavengers.
He also discovered that so YouTube celebrities have delved into interviewing and understanding the conditions of the street holess, but then Black swooped in, and afterward, the celebrities rarely ca to the streets for interviews.
By noon, Dominic sent Allen Zhang a ssage, reporting that Old Karl’s junk collection station had run into so trouble, and David and Gate had also sensed so unrest in the streets.
Allen Zhang: Old Karl’s junk collection station is over on Eito Street, and those three scavenger teams have also been showing up there often recently; I knew it would sowhat affect him.
He wasn’t planning on asking us for help, was he?
Pepsi and Coca-Cola are fighting, and it’s hilariously deadly.
Now Old Karl must be feeling pretty uncomfortable being caught in the middle.
Dominic: Not yet, but he wants to tell us to try not to go over there to sell cans these next couple of days.
David and Gate also saw quite a few Scavengers who don’t play by the rules, running onto other people’s turf to snatch stuff.
A small team next door was already looted clean, and our area might get affected too.
Old Karl is quite a character, isn’t he?
Allen Zhang: Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of them causing trouble for , I’m actually afraid they won’t co at all!!
Dominic: Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease.
Assured Dominic’s feelings and told him to let everyone continue collecting cans and to report back promptly if anything happens.
It was around 2 o’clock in the afternoon when Sieg sent him so good news, making a video call.
Allen Zhang answered the call and saw three or four disheveled vagrants appear on the screen.
He imdiately greeted them, “Hey, guys, how are you doing!
Sieg, what’s the situation over there?
Where are you at right now?”
Looking at the background, there’s a beach and a Ferris wheel?
Are you at an amusent park?
“I’m at Santa Monica Beach.” Sieg replied.
“I ca over here to invite a few friends to join our team.”
Santa Monica Beach?
No wonder it looked sowhat familiar.
Allen Zhang imdiately asked, “Are all of your friends sure they want to join us?”
“Yes, they are all very outstanding forr veterans.
Hey Richie, co say hi to our boss,” Sieg called out to his friends to squeeze into the fra.
Brown hair, blue eyes, a sorrowful gaze, and rugged stubble, they all looked taciturn, with a one-ard man particularly catching the eye.
“Hello, sir, I’m Richie, a first-class Sergeant in the Marine Corps.” The good-looking young Caucasian saluted, “Ready to follow your command.”
“I’m Jason, an Army Sergeant First Class.”
“Bailey, Air Force Staff Sergeant.”
“lvin, Navy Petty Officer.”
Allen Zhang listened as they reported their nas and military ranks one by one, trying hard to rember, but in the end, he hardly retained their nas, just a rough image and features to identify each person by.
Let’s just call you West Coast Yang Guo and the Five Elders of Kongtong.
“Ok!
Welco to the team, gentlen!
Since Sieg has personally invited everyone, I trust you must all be exceptional talents in various respects, and we will surely have a bright future together!”
“Sir, there’s no need to praise us like that.
If we had any real talent, we wouldn’t be sleeping on the streets.”
The vagrants were honest with each other, “All we can assure you is if you can assign us work and pay us, so we aren’t hungry, then we’re with you!”
“Our lives are pretty much a ss right now; it doesn’t get much worse than this.”
They all chid in one after another, voicing their dissatisfaction with life’s tribulations.
“There will be!
There will be bread and milk for sure!” Allen Zhang consoled everyone like a pyramid sche leader giving a pep talk.
Seeing the recent transformation in Sieg, they readily believed him.
After all, their good buddy was so down on his luck recently that he couldn’t even afford a al, rummaging through trash bins, begging on the streets, squashing on park benches without even a tent to live in.
Now he’s turned a new leaf, with money and guns, all splendid and making a stable few dozen dollars every day.
And when things are good, he even gets a bonus of hundreds of dollars!
Who wouldn’t be envious of that!
Just then, David and Gate sent a ssage to Allen Zhang, informing him that so Irish Europeans ca causing trouble on their turf, wanting to steal their cans.
Allen Zhang imdiately replied to them not to start a conflict and wait for them to go over.
“Ok, friends, just in ti for so action-packed tasks.
Let’s see how efficient you guys are!”
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