America's Top Player

Chapter 1 My inspiration is refreshed monthly
If you love someone, send him to New York, because it is heaven; if you hate someone, send him to New York, because it is hell.

If America is compared to a huge public toilet, ambitious people of all skin colors would want to come here and take a big dump.

Then New York is undoubtedly the dirtiest toilet in this public restroom.

July 2010, 7, Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York.

The filth and poverty here form a stark contrast with the prosperity and glamour of Manhattan, known as the heart of the empire, and are two worlds that are incredibly divided.

"Le Ang, I really don't understand what other advantages you have besides your talent in that area. We can barely afford the most basic necessities. I can't even afford underwear!"

A woman's shrill shouting came from an old detached house on Newport Street, and could be heard even from the street.

However, the residents here have long been accustomed to it. Gangs, domestic violence, and drug abuse have long become part of the community culture here.

"Calm down Bonnie, I'll find a way to make money. It'll just take some time."

The young white man lying on the sofa, smoking and dealing with things nonchalantly was named Leon Smith. Judging from his sloppy clothes, he was no different from the tens of thousands of low-level white trash here.

But he is actually a time traveler, and it has been almost a month since he traveled from the University of Tokyo to this evil capitalist world.

Coincidentally, this body also has some Asian genes. Li Ang’s grandfather was deceived into coming here to work as a coolie in the late Qing Dynasty and was one of the first generation of overseas Chinese.

What made him very depressed was that the hero in the novel, once he traveled through time, everyone had a golden finger that could defy the heavens, but he was truly penniless and had to live on the streets at the beginning.

To put it nicely, they are called street artists, but in fact they are no different from the homeless people who are like stray dogs on both sides of Kensington Street.

It was not until ten days ago that he managed to share a house with the woman in front of him thanks to his eloquence and barely found a place to stay.

If we have to say what his advantages are, it is that he is quite handsome. If he shaves off his messy stubble, he looks quite like a young Brad Pitt.

"Enough! You lying bastard! I don't know what I was crazy about that I picked you up from the park bench!" The blonde girl Bonnie took off her clothes, revealing her plump body, and kept cursing at Leon.

Li Ang has long been accustomed to these accusations and insults, and he just lies down anyway.

In this capitalist world with clear class divisions, people at the bottom like him have long lost all channels for upward mobility.

McDonald's can't get Latin American workers to work, it can't get Mexicans to commit crimes, and even the "zero-dollar purchase" can't deter anyone because there are no noble black and gold limited edition skins.

He could only listen in one ear and out the other, picked up a bottle from the ground and shook it twice, "Fuck! No more wine."

"I only received less than $200 in tips yesterday. At this rate, I won't be able to pay the rent here," Bonnie sighed softly, "and you bastard eat more than a pig!"

Leon fully understood Bonnie's complaints, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

As a pole dancer in a midnight club, she originally had the same high income as the Silicon Valley elite and lived a glamorous and dissolute life.

But unfortunately, due to the once-in-a-century financial crisis in 2008, the United States had not yet fully emerged from the shadow of the economic downturn until 2010.

People all tightened their purse strings and had no extra money to spend on the pole dancers' black stockings.

"Maybe you could dress a little cooler. Girls in this country can already walk around in bikinis. No fool wants to spend money to watch those conservative shows in clubs anymore."

keep?

Bonnie looked up and down at her underwear in shock. She couldn't even make a glove out of the fabric she put together.

You call this conservative?

Even though Bonnie took care of Leon's food, clothing, housing, transportation, and even his physical needs, she was ridiculed like this in return, which made her even angrier.

The man in front of me, aside from his somewhat "good looks," was nothing but a complete scumbag and an ungrateful bastard! "Shxt! I've had enough! I'm warning you, if you can't share our rent this month, even just a little bit, I'll make you get out of my house right now!"

Li Ang spread his hands and quickly stood up. He was no longer surprised by Bonnie's behavior.

His fingers wandered around her neck, massaging it while he whispered, "Believe me, I never owe a woman money."

"I know you've worked hard, I'll reward you handsomely tonight~"

As he spoke, Leon suddenly increased the strength of his fingers, and Bonnie's body softened and she almost fell to the ground.

"I'm going out for a walk now to gather inspiration and gather inspiration. When I come back, you'll be able to see Jackson's charming smile."

"Okay, you bastard... I have to remind you to be careful. On my way back from the club, the gunfire never stopped from Manhattan Beach to Brownsville." Faced with the scumbag's gentle offensive, Bonnie quickly succumbed. In fact, she was like this every time.

"I certainly will. By the way, can you give me another $7?"

"Why are you borrowing money again?"

"I'm just worried that if I get robbed, at least I'll have money to pay those damned Nicos. Otherwise, I might risk getting shot."

Bonnie sighed helplessly. She had already made up her mind not to let this scumbag take another penny from her pocket.

But out of concern for Li Ang's personal safety, she hesitated and took out $7 from her bag.

As for why it was $7, she couldn't understand.

"Wait for my good news~"

After getting the money, Leon was faster than a rabbit escaping from a falcon. He grabbed the broken wooden guitar on the sofa that he had been carrying with him since the first day of his time travel and ran out the door.

Five minutes later, he appeared at the convenience store at the gas station on the corner. He used all his $7.25 to buy a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and began to puff away contentedly.

There is no such thing as field research or making money. It's all just lies.

"Fxxk~" After casually spitting out the "F-word", Li Ang was amused by his own shamelessness.

After traveling through time, many memories of past lives become blurred, and it is difficult to become rich overnight by relying on information gaps.

It is a pipe dream for people at the bottom of society who have neither background nor education to achieve class transition in the class-stratified American society, unless they can make a fortune by washing dishes.

If you are born to be an ox or a horse, then be prepared to be an ox or a horse for the rest of your life.

Just as Leon was immersed in thinking about life, a strange voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

[The shameless entry has been refreshed. The current entry is: liar.]

[Monthly inspiration refresh starts on the 11th of each month. Continue unlocking shameless entries to gain more inspiration refreshes!]

[The entry is lost, and inspiration will be suspended until a new entry appears.]

Good luck, scumbag! May Satan protect you!

"WTF? Shameless entry?"

Li Ang was bewildered, standing in the night, looking around with a dazed heart.

(End of this chapter)