Chapter 169: The god in charge of taking the blame in Hollywood
Now that things have happened, the young man opposite can no longer hold back.
“You discovered it anyway.”
“Why are you pretending to be Japanese?”
Su Fan is quite curious.
Due to that period of history, anyone who grew up in China has no favorable impression of that island country.
Being recognized as Japanese in a foreign country is tantamount to being pointed at and scolded.
"They are all called Homeless. Wouldn't it be a discredit to the country to recruit them truthfully..."
The young man chuckled.
“It depends on the situation. In fact, I can also be a Korean Smecta.”
...This guy is really a talent.
Su Fan was speechless.
It’s like the Chinese refer to people with blond hair and blue eyes as foreigners. Foreigners cannot tell the difference between people from various Asian countries.
He speaks Japanese and Korean casually and can really deceive people.
“Do you have the strength?”
The young man opposite was stunned, and then saw Su Fan motioning to the bag on his back.
“Bring these to my shop and I’ll pay you for the labor.”
“No problem, but can I ask the price?”
“It’s enough for you. Live for a while.”
Hearing this, the young man immediately stepped forward to take Su Fan’s bag.
Along the way, the latter also revealed how he ended up here as a homeless person.
I believed some people’s boasts, that there was gold everywhere, fried chicken for one dollar, washing dishes and living in a big villa.
After coming to the United States illegally, I had no identity or work card and could only work illegally.
If you don’t bully the unidentified workers to death, they will directly deduct their wages.
After taking it, I didn’t expect that this guy had quite a fighting spirit and reported the restaurant owner to the tax bureau for tax evasion.
I did five companies and reported four.
“At that time, they said that the minimum hourly wage in the United States was so much that everyone could afford it. After I came here and worked illegally for a month, I was given a few hundred dollars.”
"I have done everything from dusting, washing dishes, and decorating. People are becoming more and more diligent, but as a result, I have less and less money. I feel like I have spent money to do labor camps..."
At this point, the young man couldn't help but sigh.
“Then you can’t find a job and become a homeless person?”
"Almost, but don't underestimate being a tramp. There are too many ways to do it."
At this point, the other party actually became a little proud.
Elatedly, he began to introduce to Su Fan how to beg more efficiently.
Which relief stations around here serve delicious food, and which places provide relief meals on a regular basis.
“Receiving relief meals is already considered a beggar, how can I get by in my mind?”
“Hey, what can’t you get by with? If you don’t admit that you are a beggar, isn’t it? Besides, what's the psychological pressure of asking them for food?"
"Lafayette has already paid us."
Su Fan:...
"And for that. For these companies and stores, it is much cheaper to distribute these expired food to homeless people like us than to deal with it directly, and there is no need to be criticized by environmental organizations.”
“I have done all of this. Homework.”
When Su Fan heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched again.
Do your homework. If you study so hard, you will probably be brought here as a serious talent.
At this point, the young man's tone suddenly dropped again, and he sighed.
“Now it seems that this place is not as good as what is said in magazines and on the Internet. The people who wrote the articles probably have never been here themselves, they are just bragging about it every day. It’s nothing.”
“Are you thinking about going back?”
Su Fan asked casually.
"Absolutely. I originally wanted to make a fool of myself, but now it seems a bit difficult."
The young man nodded without hesitation.
"What about the money you spent? You don't want it anymore?"
"Just think of it as a lesson. Otherwise, what else can you do? You won't get it back. , it’s better not to think about it than to think about it.”
Su Fan glanced at him and could actually taste a bit of open-mindedness in his expression.
It feels like those who abandon me and leave yesterday cannot stay.
"If you are planning to go back, I have some suggestions for you."
Su Fan said calmly. "What suggestions?"
The young man's eyes lit up.
Those who can make a name for themselves here are all capable people.
Su Fan's suggestion is of great reference value in his opinion.
“Go and try to make some money to invest in real estate.”
“A house?”
The young man was a little confused as to what Su Fan meant.
"Although the price of that thing is small, it is a living thing, so it shouldn't be too expensive."
"I just said it casually."
Su Fan did not continue to explain.
Won’t it be too expensive? You have never seen the skyrocketing property market.
“But since you are the boss, I naturally have to listen.”
The young man did not continue to question and nodded seriously.
The distance from the shopping mall to the antique store is not very far, and we arrived at our destination quickly.
"Do you need me to carry it in for you, boss?"
"No, just leave it here."
Su Fan took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to him.
"Thank you boss, God...well, the God of Wealth bless you."
After taking the banknote, the young man nodded and bowed, said auspicious words, and left the antique store.
Su Fan looked at his leaving back and couldn't help but smile.
He is an interesting guy.
Calculating time, domestic real estate has almost begun to skyrocket.
If this guy is willing to obey, go back and invest early, not to mention making a lot of money, he can also become a petty bourgeoisie immediately.
Speaking of which, Su Fan also had some money in his hands.
Would you like to try investing?
Before Su Fan had time to think about it, he felt a sense of hunger in his belly.
As expected, sweets can only last for a while. If you really want to fill your stomach, you still have to eat seriously.
Let's shake the spatula first...
Take out many ingredients from the bag and start to process them briefly. After a while, a burst of fragrance will come from the kitchen.
Eating chocolate before did indeed replenish energy, but it almost killed Su Fan.
Now that I can smell the aroma of the authentic dishes, my index fingers are even more excited.
Su Fan stopped putting it on the plate. When the heat was up, he turned off the heat and started eating with chopsticks.
After a while, he turned on the gas stove again and continued to use the spatula.
Looking at the dishes churning in front of him, Su Fan felt that he was now the God in charge of cooking in Hollywood.
Of course, he did not forget to cook the rice.
With the repeated actions of washing the pot and turning on and off the fire, the many ingredients in the bag are also rapidly decreasing.
Not long after, there was the sound of the door opening.
Su Fan didn’t look.
I just used my spiritual sense to explore it a little bit.
It's Ron.
She pushed the door in carrying the packed meals, looking for Su Fan.
After the witch woke up in the morning, she brought a breakfast from the hotel restaurant.
When I came to the door, I found that Su Fan was missing.
I had no choice but to go back to the hotel and visit again after a while.
"Master Su?"
Ron smelled a scent as soon as he entered the door.
Coupled with the faint sound of burning flames not far away, they guessed that Su Fan was cooking.
Not only can you move around freely, but you can even start cooking?
Obviously I couldn’t move even last night.
Ron couldn't help but be shocked by Su Fan's amazing recovery ability.
But soon, her attention was attracted by the movement in the kitchen.
(End of this chapter)