MMB Chapter 42 Cold Rainstorm Forecast
Chapter 42 Cold Rainstorm Forecast
Black people missing? A return of over $100?
Is this for real? When did black homeless people become so valuable in America?
Based on Simon Lin's understanding of the West Coast, if someone encounters a Black homeless person at night and doesn't shoot them on the spot, it's considered civilized and friendly.
A homeless Black man has gone missing, and someone is actually willing to pay a reward to find him?
[Daily News: At 4:15 PM, a brand new, entry-level guitar will be found accidentally discarded in the trash can at the back door of the Blue Bake Live House bar on Cardison Avenue. This guitar will be collected by Jeremy, a white recycling man, along with other trash.]
If you're willing to pay $200, he'll be willing to transfer all of that day's garbage to you.
Note: The old man who collects trash seems to have come to Blue Bakery Live House bar to collect trash by accident. If you know the inside story, you might be able to reduce the trash transaction fee.
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A brand new guitar?
Lin Ximeng's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out his phone, opened a second-hand trading app, and started searching for guitar prices.
Entry-level guitars, most brand new ones, cost between $150 and $400. Electric guitars, on the other hand, are more expensive.
"Even if I buy it from Jeremy for $200, I'll most likely still make a profit."
However, Lin Ximeng felt that since there was a hidden story, why not inquire more about it later?
No one would complain about having too much money in their wallet.
[Daily News: Starting today, Los Angeles will be hit by a strong cold front, bringing a significant drop in temperature over the next few days. Tomorrow will also see prolonged heavy rain, so please be prepared.]
Note: Due to some deliberate or unintentional oversights by relevant agencies and staff, most residents of Los Angeles were unaware of the impending temperature drop and heavy rain.
Many homeless people will lose their lives in this torrential rain.
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careless?
Lin Ximeng chuckled, thinking that even a three-year-old child on the West Coast wouldn't believe such a claim.
Thinking back to news I've seen before, after every natural disaster, there are always companies that take the opportunity to hoard goods and raise prices for profit. This time, the collective "blindness" of the Los Angeles institutions might just be someone deliberately letting them pass.
"The makeshift sheds at Camp 39 are no longer sufficient to keep out the cold. When we go to the shelter today, we can check if they have any winter supplies."
Lin Ximeng then thought of Ah Han's supermarket.
I've seen a lot of discarded cardboard boxes and tarpaulins before. These are used for keeping out the cold and damp. I can ask Ah Han to collect these things so that the people at the camp can prepare for the cold in advance.
"Sunny, yesterday~~"
As Lin Ximeng was pondering the specific arrangements, his cell phone rang.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Max's cell phone vibrating on the bedside table.
The two of them were up all night, and the phone somehow ended up in their possession.
Max, who was next to him, was groggy from the ringing. He grunted and, without even opening his eyes, stretched out his fair feet, trying to pick up the phone by feel.
The soft, white foot slipped effortlessly through his chest, its warm touch brushing against the edge of his phone.
Lin Ximeng couldn't help but chuckle, so he reached out and grabbed her ankle, gently tickling the sole of her foot with his fingertips.
"Ha, ha... Stop fooling around."
Max twisted his body, completely dispelling his sleepiness, and laughed as he slapped away Simon Lin's hand, looking languid and charming. "You rascal, if you keep doing that, I'll shut you up with this."
What is that? A foot?
While Lin Ximeng was still pondering, Max rolled his eyes at him, took the phone, and saw that it was Ah Han calling.
"Max, can you come to the supermarket today? We just received a large shipment of new goods and urgently need help moving them."
"Why is it me again?" Max wanted to refuse, because according to the schedule, it was her turn to rest today.
Besides, she had just paid this month's rent, and planned to give herself a few days to relax.
With that thought in mind, Max's hands became restless, reaching out to touch Lin Simon's familiar eight-pack abs.
"Stop messing around," Lin Simon tried to slap her away, but the female hooligan was too persistent, and Max still managed to get her way.
"If you or someone you can find comes, I can give you more money."
Upon hearing Ah Han say he was willing to pay more, Max's tone immediately changed: "How many goods? How much?"
Ah Han replied that it would be about two thousand pounds, and that it would be fine for as many people as he wanted, for a total of two hundred US dollars.
Max thought for a moment, then said he'd ask someone else first. After hanging up, he turned to Simon Lin and said, "Supermarket moving, two hundred dollars, want to come?"
Lin Ximeng shook his head: "I have some other things to do today, but I can introduce you to a few reliable people. They are all from my camp and they are efficient workers."
Then, Lin Ximeng took out his phone, found the group for Camp 39 on social media, and got straight to the point:
"There's a job moving goods for $200, about 2,000 pounds. How many people are willing to do it?"
After a while, the chat community suddenly became lively.
Chris, Jerome, and the others immediately agreed when they heard there was money to be made.
Lin Ximeng briefly explained the meeting time and place, then turned to Max and said, "Everyone's here. Tell Ah Han we've taken the job."
Max replied to Ah Han after hearing this.
After hanging up the phone, she moved closer to Lin Ximeng, wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her body even closer, raising an eyebrow and teasing, "Does this count as filling your wallet?"
Lin Ximeng thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Of course it counts."
Max's smile widened even more, and she immediately pressed her advantage: "Then shouldn't you repay me by feeding me too?"
Lin Ximeng asked curiously, "Wasn't he fed enough last night? Who was so weak in the legs that they couldn't get out of bed later?"
Max blushed, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Once wasn't enough. I'll come back to you next time. Your eight-pack abs can't refuse."
After they finished speaking, the two of them sparred happily for a while longer.
Only when Max started begging for mercy did Simon release her, allowing Max to stagger towards the bathroom.
Max then cooked a simple meal, frying some toast and heating up two cups of milk.
After eating and drinking his fill, Simon Lin left Max's apartment and rode his bicycle toward the North District shelter.
Upon arrival at the destination, a few homeless people wrapped tightly in their coats stood sporadically outside the two-story building of the North District Shelter, while staff members were busy unloading supplies.
On the steps at the entrance, Lin Simon immediately spotted a female doctor in a white coat standing there—it was Emily.
Emily's long golden hair was tied back, with a few stray strands sticking to her forehead.
Her brows were furrowed, her eyes filled with anxiety. She would glance at the intersection every now and then, then quickly look down at the watch on her wrist, as if she were waiting for someone.