36: Chapter 36 Delegation 36: Chapter 36 Delegation The next day.
Allen Zhang still couldn’t manage to get up on time, nor was he awoken by the alert tone from the “Daily Information.” Instead, he was roused early in the morning by Simone’s calling voice.
I’ve got something to ask you.”
Allen Zhang groggily opened his eyes, somewhat puzzled about why she was up so early today.
He unzipped the tent and poked his head out.
He saw her in a knit cap, with a backpack on, a bicycle parked outside the bridge, fully equipped.
Allen Zhang was confused by her, “What are you doing?
Why are you up so early?”
He quickly thought of something and exclaimed, “You’re not going to participate in some errand activity, are you?”
“Forget it, I’m not interested, and I don’t want to get myself into any trouble,” Allen Zhang hastily shook his head.
The black piece from yesterday’s Zero-Dollar Purchase just died like that; it’s a very dangerous errand task.
I have a job, how could I be involved in that kind of thing?” Simone gave him the middle finger fiercely.
She glared viciously at his pecs and abs, feeling like she got her revenge, and said, “Quickly put your clothes on, I have something to tell you!”
Then she turned and walked out from under the bridge.
Dominic was also woken up by the noise and poked his head out to glance at Allen Zhang.
The two looked at each other.
Dominic’s gaze was blank as he rubbed his eyes, “This doesn’t look good.
Something unpleasant must have happened to her, someone must have upset her.” It was rare to see her so irritable.
“Is it about her ex?” Allen Zhang thought of the problem that was bothering her.
“I don’t know, go check it out.
Anyway, she’s here for you, I’m going back to sleep.” Dominic dived back into his bed very unscrupulously.
Allen Zhang felt a bit helpless, went back into the tent to get dressed, and opened up the Daily Information on his phone.
“Daily Information: In the green garbage bin at the entrance of the convenience store on 79 Raymond Street, there is a can of World War II-era luncheon meat and an unopened can of cat food.”
No, what use do I have for this stuff?
Do they really think I’m a beggar?
Can that WWII-era luncheon meat even be eaten!!
Cat food, is that something for people?
“Daily Information: The Bali Relief Food Truck will provide cheese sandwich hot dogs, iced Americano instant coffee, and Chinese-style fried yogurt at 14:30 on Maki Street.”
Hmm, that’s more like it.
Good, I can freeload on a budget-friendly Bali relief meal again!
And save some money on food.
“Daily Information: In the green garbage bin at 66 Meiji Street outside Sunkist Bar, there is a Vantini gold necklace weighing 15.6 grams.”
A Vantini gold necklace?
The treasure box struck gold!!
Allen Zhang’s spirits lifted, and he immediately began searching for today’s local gold prices.
1 ounce of gold for 1967.49 US dollars.
1 ounce is about 28.35 grams, which equates to 69.4 US dollars per gram.
15.6 grams of gold is roughly 1082.64 US dollars.
The brand effect and craftsmanship of Vantini aren’t really worth much, and without a receipt or shopping ticket, I’d definitely get a lower price at a pawnshop or gold store; round it up, it should be worth 1000 dollars!
Today, if anyone dares to snatch my treasure box, I’ll break both of their damn legs!!
Allen Zhang quickly freshened up and, fixing his clothes, walked out to see Simone who was waiting for him.
He greeted her, “What is it that you need me for, Simone?”
“Allen, I need a favor from you.
Of course, it might involve some risks, so you can think it over before making a decision,” said Simone seriously.
“I’ve always believed that where there’s risk, there’s reward.”
Allen said with a smile, “Just tell me what you want help with, I’ll consider it.”
Simone appreciated his confident attitude and said, “I’ve encountered some trouble at work.
I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend and come to the store to give those Indian guys a lesson!
Make them focus on what they should be looking at, like the curry rice on the customers’ tables, not my ass.
And by the way, make that damn boss give me my withheld salary back!!”
Allen felt puzzled, “Why pretend to be your boyfriend?
Can’t a regular friend do it?”
“Because it’ll affect my plan!” Simone replied.
“Alright…” Allen didn’t pursue what the specific plan was.
But, being always happy to help others, he quickly nodded in agreement, “Of course, I’m happy to help you out.
After all, we’re neighbors living in the same block.
I can’t stand to see a beautiful girl being harassed by a greasy boss!
I’ll teach those Indian guys how to behave!”
“That’s great, you said it yourself,” Simone couldn’t stop smiling.
Allen asked, “So have you thought about what you’re going to reward me with?”
“A passionate kiss from a West Coast beauty,” Simone winked, playing along.
“Or, give you a chance to ask me out.
Pick a place tonight, you call the shots,” Simone flirtatiously tossed her hair.
“You’re not sick, are you, Simone?
I’m not just any guy.”
Allen asked incredulously, “I meant you giving me a share of the money, what’s with you Americans!!
Allen!” Simone instantly gave him the middle finger, infuriated.
Just shut up if you can’t speak properly.
I gave you the opportunity, and you’re still useless.
“If you can’t do it, just say No, don’t make up other excuses!” Simone said, fuming.
Asians are really short.
Nine inches is just your lie.
She had already checked online, Asians are usually around 5 inches.
Allen was instantly enraged.
Is this an appropriate subject to discuss?
Don’t you know the political correctness about Asians?
We at least measure eighteen centimeters.
Naturally, he didn’t tolerate it and responded with the universally friendly gesture.
“I have 9 inches, you understand?
This is racial discrimination!
“Stop bragging, do you think you’re an elephant?
Lying is one thing, but don’t deceive yourself!
I think you’re utterly incapable!” Simone rolled her eyes, “Prove it to me unless you can!”
Allen found it hard to argue with this old West Coaster, shaking with anger.
When did the maps of the Great Qing become so inaccurate?
I have a big money-making deal to attend to,” Allen urged immediately.
“Going to collect cans?” Simone rolled her eyes, grabbed her skateboard off the car, stepped on it and pushed off, “You can use this, right?”
“Don’t underestimate this business!
Sometimes it makes more than your regular job,” Allen wasn’t pleased.
Simone grabbed the handlebars, steadied the bike, then looked back and spat, “Don’t touch my ass!
Put your hand on the bike frame!”
Allen withdrew his hand reluctantly, one foot on the skateboard, casually resting on the… part of her bike below her waist.