MMB Chapter 52 What divination can be more accurate than a professional forecast?
Chapter 52 What divination can be more accurate than a professional forecast?
After finalizing the cooperation, the group didn't linger and quickly finished their seafood feast.
When checking out, Lin Ximeng glanced at the bill:
Including the tip for the waiter, the meal cost nearly $2500, with the caviar alone costing over $1500.
"Luckily, someone paid the bill."
Lin Ximeng calculated in his mind that if he paid for this himself, he would probably have to empty the entire Camp 39 to make up for it.
Pharmaceutical sales representatives really make money!
Gray frowned as he looked at the bill; the amount was indeed beyond his expectations, but he quickly regained his composure.
Simply categorize the bill into the company's expense reimbursement process and label it as "entertainment expenses with important clients," and the company will definitely pay for it.
Lin Ximeng witnessed all of this:
Being a pharmaceutical sales representative is so convenient!
Sooner or later, I'll find myself a sucker company to work for and register with.
After Gray paid the bill, the group got into the pickup truck and returned to the welfare distribution point.
Today's welfare supplies distribution activity has been completed. The staff quickly folded up the folding tables and neatly arranged the remaining supply boxes before setting off to collect them from the shelter.
As soon as Simon Lin reached the parking area, he noticed that Martha was also walking over.
It looks like I'll be assigned to the same pickup truck as myself on the return trip.
When Martha saw him looking over, her cheeks flushed red. Before he could say anything, she hurriedly moved to another pickup truck, opened the door, and got in.
A male employee got out of the car and sat in a pickup truck with Simon Lin.
Lin Ximeng didn't think much of it and got into the car, returning to the shelter with everyone else.
The staff started moving the folding tables and other equipment back to the warehouse, and Gray came over.
Gray patted Simon Lin on the shoulder and said goodbye: "Mr. Horus, I'm taking a plane away from Los Angeles tomorrow. I hope that when I return, I'll hear from you the good news that the meeting between Black Penguin and Dylan has been ruined."
"A flight tomorrow?" Lin Ximeng asked.
Gray nodded: "There's an important shipment that needs to be airlifted to the customer."
Although Gray didn't say it explicitly, Simon Lin could roughly guess what kind of goods they were.
These goods are mostly transported by air using their pharmaceutical company's private planes.
Kelin Simon knew that, according to the Daily Intelligence, there would be a heavy rainstorm tomorrow.
Lin Ximeng said, "No matter what kind of goods they are, I suggest you switch to land transportation."
Gray paused, somewhat puzzled: "Why?"
"Consider it a small gift to celebrate our collaboration," Lin Ximeng said casually.
"I occasionally do divination. If it rains heavily tomorrow, I'll just take it as the result of my divination."
Gray laughed after hearing this, assuming it was a joke, and thought to himself:
The weather forecast didn't even say it would rain, so how can any divination be more accurate than a professional forecast?
Gray didn't take those words to heart, waved his hand, and turned to leave.
After seeing Gray off, Simon turned around and caught a glimpse of Martha and Emily standing together in the courtyard of the shelter.
He walked over and greeted her. As soon as Martha saw him, her cheeks flushed again, and her eyes darted around. Before he could get close, she whispered something to Emily and hurriedly slipped away.
Simon asked Emily, "What's wrong with her?"
Emily shook her head: "She saw you and felt guilty towards her boyfriend."
"We didn't do anything," Lin Ximeng said calmly.
"She felt even more guilty because she hadn't done anything," Emily said.
Lin Ximeng laughed: "Then she's setting her standards too high. This is the West Coast, after all."
Emily couldn't help but defend the land beneath her feet: "That's just your prejudice against the West Coast. Not everyone is like that."
Lin Ximeng shrugged and then asked, "By the way, does the shelter have anything to keep you dry or warm? Like old clothes or something."
"You want this?" Emily was taken aback.
"There should be some. I can find you three or four down jackets."
"Three or four items aren't enough," Lin Ximeng shook his head.
"I need more, preferably fifty pieces."
Emily was even more puzzled. "I haven't heard anything about it getting colder lately. Why are you doing so much?"
"We homeless people always have to prepare for the worst; homeless life is full of uncertainties," Lin Ximeng said.
"I suggest you cover yourself with more blankets tonight to avoid catching a cold."
Emily shook her head: "We'll have to ask Supervisor Miguel about all that."
Then he took Lin Simon to find Miguel.
The two asked around and learned that their supervisor, Miguel, had been staying in the parking lot ever since he returned.
Sure enough, as soon as they arrived at the parking lot, Lin Simon saw Miguel circling around the blue pickup truck, touching the body and patting it gently, his face full of reluctance.
Lin Ximeng stepped forward and greeted him: "Miguel, I have something I'd like to ask you for."
Upon hearing this, Miguel's expression changed instantly. He quickly shielded the car behind him and said nervously, "Don't do anything rash! I haven't forgotten that I promised you a car, but it's too early to ask for one now."
Seeing Miguel's fierce expression as he shielded the pickup truck with his body, Lin Ximeng couldn't help but recall some movies he had seen before:
In the movies, on the West Coast, there are people who cherish their cars like their wives. I never thought I'd actually meet someone like that today.
Lin Ximeng calmly reassured him, "Don't worry, I'm not here for the pickup truck."
Miguel finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders instantly slumping, but his hand still instinctively rested on the car body as he asked warily, "So what do you want?"
"I need some warm clothes, fifty pieces will do," Lin Ximeng said frankly.
Miguel frowned, thinking to himself: Fifty pieces is quite a lot, why does he need so many?
Is it to deal with the black penguins, so you're planning to take some back as a reward for the team?
Thinking about it this way, Miguel suddenly felt that everything made sense.
As soon as Simon Lin returned, he began preparing to sabotage the black penguin meeting:
Horus is indeed a reliable partner.
Miguel remembered that there were at least a hundred or two pieces of old clothing in the warehouse that could keep you warm, so they weren't exactly scarce resources. He readily agreed: "Okay, I'll have someone find them for you."
He then turned around and called over two staff members, instructing them to go to the warehouse and move fifty sets of winter clothing for Lin Ximeng.
Soon, the clothes were brought over. Lin Simon casually flipped through them and found that the quality was good, with half of them looking almost new. He nodded in satisfaction.
After receiving the clothes, Simon Lin took out his phone and called Jerome and Chris, asking them to come and help take the clothes back to the camp.
Less than ten minutes later, the two rushed over and were stunned when they saw the fifty down jackets and thermal coats piled on the ground.
"Oh my god! Which clothing store's warehouse did you raid?"
Jerome's eyes widened, and he reached out and rummaged through the pile of clothes.
Chris leaned closer and whispered, "How about I go find Isidora? She knows some black guys who might be able to help us sell these 'goods' without getting caught."
Lin Ximeng rolled his eyes at them: "What are you thinking? This is something I legally got from the shelter, for the camp to keep warm."
"Oh, and this hamburger cart, please take it back to camp for me too," Lin Simon said, pushing out the cart and some hamburger ingredients that Jason had given him.
"Did this also come from the shelter?"
"No, it was a gift from a Black friend."
Although Jerome and Chris were a little confused as to why they suddenly needed to stock up on so many cold-weather clothes, they didn't ask any further questions after hearing from Simon Lin that it was for the camp to keep warm.
Before leaving, Lin Ximeng reminded the two of them, "When you help Ah Han move the goods this afternoon, remember to ask him for some waterproof tarpaulins that he doesn't need, the more the better."
The two nodded to indicate that they had made a note of it, and then pushed the food cart and carried their clothes toward the campsite.
After seeing the two off, Lin Ximeng turned around to get his mountain bike and headed towards the destination of the [Daily Intelligence] report.
Blue Bakery Live House bar on Cardison Avenue.
Because it wasn't far from the shelter, just a few minutes' bike ride away, Simon Lin didn't go to the subway station this time, enjoying the free subway on the West Coast.
However, while passing through the subway station, I seemed to see a young man trying to evade the fare being chased by a subway security guard.
Upon arriving at the bar, Lin Ximeng glanced around and noticed that the bar wasn't very big, and it was even quieter during the day. There were only a few cars parked outside, and even the bartenders and security guards were dozing off on the benches by the entrance, their heads nodding as they slept soundly.
Great, let's make some more money before we officially cause trouble for the Black Penguin group.
[Daily News: At 4:15 PM, a brand new, entry-level guitar will be found accidentally discarded in the trash can by the back door of BlueBeat Live House on Cardison Avenue.]