mijobooks Chapter 29 Can we talk about flirting after we finish moving the goods?
Chapter 29 Can we talk about flirting after we finish moving the goods?
[Daily Intelligence: The homeless group on 7th Street, the Black Penguins, are eyeing your camp under Bridge 39. They recently recruited a skilled thug named Brock, a former black boxer. Knowing you're unwilling to vacate the camp, they plan to send this black man to teach you a lesson. He'll be appearing near the alleys around Rusty Street at 5:20 PM today.]
Details: Black boxer Brock suffered a left abdominal injury, underwent surgery, and still suffers from significant aftereffects.
If you can target this weakness, you can defeat him.
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Black penguins?
It seems this is the same homeless group that Isidora mentioned before, who painted threatening graffiti on the walls of our camp.
They can even recruit Black boxers, so they must have some stable way to make money?
On the contrary, at their own camp under Bridge No. 39, everyone was either collecting canned food or doing odd jobs, relying on the weather for their livelihood, and there was no need to consider expanding the number of people.
[Daily Intelligence: At 2:30 PM, at the intersection of Maple Street and Oak Lane, a young black man named Sunreddis will appear on a bicycle, planning to steal a high-end motorcycle from the roadside for free. After succeeding, he will drive recklessly at high speed. At that time, Officer Hawke will pull him over with a PIT.]
Additional information: Jerome, a homeless man on the street (a retired military technical officer), can provide assistance.
Details: After Sunreddis's arrest, her Hafiz mountain bike, valued at $160, will become ownerless and can be ridden away immediately.
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PIT halted?
Interesting! This kind of live broadcast is not to be missed.
As for the mountain bike, since nobody wants it, I'll just have to ride it.
After reading the intelligence, Lin Ximeng straightened his clothes and then slowly walked out of the tent.
As soon as they arrived at the open space of the camp, Riley was lazily lying down sunbathing. He was stunned for a few seconds when he saw Simon Lin.
"Dude, when did you buy your new clothes?" Riley had drunk too much last night and hadn't noticed the changes in Simon Lin. Now that he saw him, he realized that Simon Lin's clothes were practically sparkling in the homeless camp.
This commotion quickly attracted the attention of everyone else in the camp.
Gloria walked over yawning, initially not paying attention, but her eyes widened instantly when she caught sight of the double G logo on Simon Lin's shirt collar: "My God, is that Gucci? The real thing costs thousands of dollars!"
Chris, who had just returned from his morning run, paused while wiping his sweat, then leaned closer to examine him closely: "Really? How did you get that? Did you rob a bank or win the lottery?"
Apart from Jeff, who wasn't at the camp, the others who didn't recognize the sign joined in the commotion, while those who did look incredulous and kept guessing.
Gloria suddenly put her hands on her hips, her tone slightly reproachful: "You didn't go on a freebie shopping spree, did you? You didn't even invite us to buy such great stuff! That's so unfair of you."
Lin Ximeng rolled his eyes: "Take a good look at my skin, it's yellow. Going to zero-dollar shopping is practically handing my life to the police. No wonder I'm not coming back alive."
Riley and Chris nodded in agreement. They had been homeless for quite some time, but had never participated in the zero-dollar shopping event.
Is it because they have high moral standards?
Just kidding, if I could have a full set of camouflage in the dark, I'd probably just empty the store.
"Actually, I have a female friend who encountered a scumbag who cheated on her, and she asked me to help teach him a lesson."
Simon briefly summarized the origin of the designer clothes, and Chris and Riley listened thoughtfully.
Gloria took a step closer and sniffed Lin Simon: "You still smell of a woman's perfume on you, the expensive kind."
Upon hearing this, Chris's eyes lit up. He patted Simon Lin on the shoulder and said, "Buddy, I didn't know you had this kind of connection. Are you still in good shape? If you need medication, I can ask Isidora for help."
Lin Ximeng scoffed, "We Chinese don't use that shameful stuff."
"But you guys have reminded me."
Seeing everyone's reaction, Lin Ximeng immediately crawled back into the tent. After changing back into his hoodie, he returned to the campsite.
"This is what a homeless person should look like."
I'm making money on the streets every day now. If I actually wore that Gucci outfit out, I'd probably get ambushed and robbed.
This set of beginner gear from the internment camp is still more suitable for roaming around.
"Simon, I'm going to collect some cans near the Firelight Bar later, do you want to come?"
"No, I'm going to try my luck at Max's supermarket today."
Lin Ximeng bid farewell to everyone in the camp and headed towards the destination of the first intelligence report: the Red Blue Supermarket.
When Lin Ximeng arrived at the Red Blue Supermarket, he saw Max squatting in front of a pile of goods, looking worried.
Max gritted his teeth and gripped the edge of the cardboard box tightly, his face turning red, but the box only lifted half an inch off the ground before falling heavily back down.
"Need a hand?" Lin Ximeng asked as he walked over.
Max glanced up at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Eight-pack abs, you've come at the perfect time. This box weighs several dozen kilograms; I couldn't handle it by myself."
He then took out his phone and called Ah Han, his tone straightforward: "Ah Han, everything is packed up at the warehouse entrance, but I can't move it all. I've found you a good helper; it only costs you $10."
Not two minutes after I hung up the phone, Ah Han came running over, his face covered in sweat and clutching a crumpled ledger in his hand.
When Simon Lin was at the camp, Gloria described him as someone from South Korea. Although he was not tall, less than 1.6 meters, he was very hardworking and did some small business on the west coast.
"Max, is everything packed?"
Ah Han asked, panting, his gaze sweeping over the small mountain of cardboard boxes before turning to Lin Ximeng, revealing a somewhat simple and honest smile.
"You're the helper? That's great!"
Seeing Lin Ximeng's strong physique, Ah Han was overjoyed:
"I'll give you the $10 after you move it, just be careful when you move it, don't break the eggs in the box."
Ah Han's Red Basket Supermarket received a large online order today. Because the order came suddenly, Ah Han was able to contact the truck driver, but he couldn't find anyone to help move the goods.
Whether it was good luck or bad luck, with a huge online order today, everyone else in the store took leave and didn't come in; only he and Max were busy and sweating profusely.
Lin Ximeng's appearance was a great help.
"No problem, leave it to me."
Following Max into the supermarket warehouse, Simon Lin rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
Despite his muscular physique, there were quite a few boxes in the warehouse. After making several trips back and forth, sweat trickled down Lin Simon's forehead and soaked his collar.
Lin Ximeng took off his coat, leaving only a T-shirt on his upper body.
He casually tugged at his collar to let in some air. The taut fabric, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to his body, clearly outlining the eight-pack abs with dazzlingly defined lines.
Max was checking the goods nearby when she caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye. She didn't even notice that the pen in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter." Her eyes were fixed on his waist and abdomen, and her lips pursed unconsciously.
"Go this way, move the goods at the very back first."
Max picked up his pen, cleared his throat, and took the lead into the depths of the warehouse, turning into a narrow passageway filled with snack shelves.
The aisle was only wide enough for one person to pass through, and the potato chip boxes and cookie boxes on the shelves on both sides were piled up so high that they looked like they were about to fall.
Simon Lin followed behind, and just as he was about to turn sideways to overtake, a small cardboard box suddenly fell from above. He instinctively reached out to protect Max's shoulder, and the two of them leaned into each other at the same time, getting stuck together instantly.
The shelf enveloped the two of them, their noses almost touching. The smell of his sweat mixed with a faint scent of laundry detergent wafted over them, and Max's breath gently brushed against his collarbone.
"Be careful, these boxes are a bit unstable."
Simon put the fallen cardboard box back on the shelf and then noticed that Max was staring at his abs, seemingly lost in thought.
He couldn't help but tease, "Haven't you ever seen such beautiful eight-pack abs before?"
Max snapped out of her daze, bit her lower lip, and raised an eyebrow in retort: "You barely have a chance of making the list, but you'd better take off your shirt. After all, I can't give an accurate assessment through a sweaty T-shirt."
After saying that, Max's eyes flashed with a hint of provocation, and he reached out to help Simon Lin take off his T-shirt.
"Hey!"
Just then, Ah Han, who was also moving goods, walked by carrying a small cardboard box. "Can you two wait until you're done moving the goods before you start flirting? I don't want the customer to receive the goods all wet."