mijobooks Chapter 18, Version T1 Toilet
Chapter 18, Version T1 Toilet
They just secretly took a box of medicine together, and Emily still can't forget about it?
It seems she has been severely repressed by her parents.
Lin Simon looked at the intelligence and pondered it for a while. Although he couldn't understand why Emily was so depressed, he felt that it was a good thing for him.
Maybe I can get even rarer medicine from her in the future, resell it to make some money off the homeless, that would be a very profitable business.
[Daily News: In the public restroom on the south corner of Kenley Road, the third stall's toilet tank contains a Grand Theft Auto IV game disc. This is an unusual version with a misprinted stamp from years ago, and it has some collectible value. A reasonable trading price would be around $102.]
[Daily News: At 4 PM, in the Starbucks on Bruce Avenue, Jebsey, a young man who is commissioning a service on the Silk Traveler App for the first time, will have diarrhea due to the urgency. He will leave his wallet, which contains his App account password, in the second-to-last seat by the window.]
You can use the account and password to impersonate him and accept this task.
Details: This mission was assigned by a young girl named Felicia, who routinely engages in online sex scams. You are tasked with representing her and negotiating the price of a set of photos with a wealthy woman. The photos show the woman's lover cheating on her. The price is $1000, and you will receive $200 as your commission.
The wealthy woman's lover was also having intimate relationships with several other women, and intimate photos of him and these women were found hidden in one of his villas. Last month, the man even used working overtime as an excuse to skip his anniversary with the wealthy woman.
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$200? A big order has come in.
Simon Lin sat up, pondering in his mind: he was still working hard to break through the small goal of $100 yesterday, and it seems that he can break through it today.
He still broke through twice in one day.
As for the Silk Traveler app, he had heard of it before; it was essentially a dark version of 58.com, and Riley had even boasted about it to him during a chat at the camp last night.
There are numerous commissions that operate on the fringes of the law, including illegal used car and additive sales, and there are even rumors of hiring hitmen.
American police have banned it several times before, but each time the app would reappear under a different name shortly afterward.
There's no way around it, the American people need it so badly.
However, judging from this intelligence, it's not a dangerous request, which is perfect for a homeless person like me.
After sorting out his thoughts, Lin Ximeng got up and left the tent.
"You're awake? Come and have breakfast."
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In the center of the camp was a folding table, and Chris sat next to it, holding a crumpled sandwich in his hand. There were also several cartons of milk, sausages, and sandwiches on the table.
"Everyone except Riley, who was still sleeping, had eaten and left."
"I passed by the community food stall this morning, and luckily, the line wasn't long today. The volunteers said they could get a few extra, so I brought some for you all," Chris said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Although the sausages are nearing their expiration date, they haven't gone bad yet."
Thanks.
Simon Lin walked over and picked up the sandwich. The crust was a little hard, and inside were two lettuce leaves and a thin slice of ham.
My intelligence report didn't mention the welfare meal distribution today, so this breakfast came at just the right time.
Lin Simon took a sip of milk and looked at Chris, who, although still wearing a mask, looked much more energetic: "How's the medicine working?"
"Dude, that's awesome! It really lives up to the 'miracle drug' they were talking about in the news." Chris clenched his fist, the muscles in his arm immediately tensing up, a stark contrast to his weak state when they first met.
"I feel like I'll be fully recovered in a few days, so I'll find the old dumbbells from the camp and start training again. I can't be as lax as I was before; I need to get back into fitness."
Lin Simon nodded, looking at Chris's excited expression, and couldn't help but admire how well Isidora, as his girlfriend, understood him.
Last night, when she brought medicine to Chris, she didn't forget to bring him some protein powder as well.
They really got Chris figured out.
Of course, it's also possible that fitness fanatics' logic is too easy to guess.
After finishing breakfast, Lin Ximeng left the camp and headed towards the destination of Intelligence 2, Kenrexi Road.
Lin Ximeng followed the navigation on his phone's map app toward Kenliexi Road. After turning several streets, he finally saw the public restroom mentioned in the intelligence report.
"In the toilet tank of the third separate partitioned room."
Lin Ximeng glanced around the public restroom and noticed three people gathered at the entrance, dressed in costumes even more eye-catching than Halloween costumes:
There were men wearing sequined halter tops, women wearing exaggerated feather headdresses, and the most eye-catching one was a guy with short pink hair, thick purple eyeshadow on his face, lipstick drawn beyond the lip line, and a hole in his black dress that revealed his floral underwear.
"Eye-watering"
The three words had barely crossed Lin Simon's mind when he looked away—
Anyway, it has nothing to do with me; I'm just here to get a game disc.
Just as Simon was about to step into the bathroom, the woman in the black dress suddenly reached out and blocked his way, her fingers, painted with black nail polish, almost poking him in the chest.
"Hey! Stop right there! This restroom is for LGBTQ+ and transgender people only today. If you're not transgender, please leave."
Lin Ximeng glanced at the information marked on the navigation app, and then carefully observed the sign outside the restroom.
"Dude, look at that sign. It even has a blue man and a red woman drawn on it. This is a regular toilet."
"First of all, that's in the past," she said, tossing her short pink hair in the black dress.
"We just launched a poll on the 'Los Angeles Transgender Rights Network' last week, and more than 200 people supported it. We also sent three petitions to City Hall to turn this place into our own 'gender-neutral friendly toilet,' and the application has been approved."
"Secondly," the person in front of him said sharply, "Don't call me 'buddy,' call me Ms. Resmia!"
"Alright, Ms. Resmia," Simon Lin asked, "How long does the city hall say the renovations will take?"
Based on Simon Lin's understanding of America, it is quite normal for such public facility repairs to take a year or two to complete.
Resmia replied, "It will be completed in two weeks."
Completed in two weeks?
It truly lives up to its reputation as the long-standing version of the American T1.
Lin Ximeng thought to himself: The usually slow and sluggish American administration has become efficient when it comes to these people.
"However," Lin Simon said.
"Since it's two weeks from now, and the sign hasn't been changed yet, according to regulations, isn't this still a regular restroom?"
"No"
Resmia said proudly, "Our transgender mobility is top-notch. Do you see all that paint?"
Lin Ximeng looked in the direction the other person was pointing and sure enough, he saw several buckets of paint of various colors on the north wall of the bathroom.
"We'll paint the walls today, put up a 'Transgender Friendly' sign tomorrow, and this place will be ours—we can't just wait for the city hall to come slowly."