Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

"Controlling the supply of goods, that sounds nice."

Jimmy kept pouring cold water on Ma Jie's grand ambitions: "Do you know how many cans a small recycling station like this needs to recycle every day just to break even? At least a ton!"

"Even if you lead us to reclaim all the territory that the Blood Gang has taken, the total amount of junk we can collect each day will only be around five or six hundred pounds."

"Then take what belongs to them too," Ma Jie said ruthlessly. He felt there was no need to be soft-hearted towards those social scum.

Moreover, all the outback areas in Los Angeles, except for a few affluent areas that have partnered with recycling companies, are public resources.

In the survival rules of the streets, frequent changes of lords are common; in short, whoever has the bigger fist calls the shots.

"That's barely enough to break even," Jimmy said after a moment's thought. "But based on my observations over the years, it's still a long way from actually making money. Don't doubt me on this. I've gone to the recycling center to sell cans at least a thousand times. I could definitely apply for a bikini world record."

"That's true." Ma Jie nodded, showing respect for the veterans, since he was still a newbie in the scavenging business.

The key is that thinking too much is useless. Where are you going to get 150,000? You can only plan to take it slowly. Taking too big a step will easily lead to trouble.

Soon after, they arrived at a bar called "Happy Hour" on a poor street.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I heard a burst of screams and cheers. At least two-thirds of the guests inside were homeless people from the camp. Even if we hadn't chatted, we had greeted each other before and were semi-familiar faces.

Max somehow got hold of a decorative plastic wreath and came up to him with a smile, putting it around his neck, though it was a little prickly.

"Stop messing with me, okay, sis?" Ma Jie resisted, took off his clothes, stepped across the sticky wooden floor, and sat on a high stool in front of the bar.

"Good afternoon, sir, welcome to Happy Hour Bar." The owner was a huge, fat man who seemed to have become a heavy drinker, with a thick mane that made him look like a human-shaped Chow Chow. He was wiping the bar counter in front of him with a rag as he said self-deprecatingly, "Everyone here calls me Gragas. If you don't mind, you can call me that too."

Gragas? That's certainly a badass name. If you dare to run a bar on a poor street, you'd be in a dungeon long ago if you didn't have something special to offer.

If some clueless thug were to barge in, he could easily send them flying into the street with a single blow of meat, egg, scallion, and chicken.

Max impatiently urged him, "Stop talking nonsense, waiter. Get Jack your best draft beer, the kind that's $3 a pitcher, it's on me."

$3 is too much... Are you treating? Never mind then.

I glanced at the handwritten wine list on the wall; the cheapest industrial beer was $1 a pitcher, and the cheapest wine was $2.99 ​​a bottle.

Then there are specialty cocktails ranging from $2 to $8, and even the most luxurious vodka and rum are only a dozen dollars a bottle.

To put it bluntly, if you dare to buy a 3-yuan pitcher of beer here, you'll have to be on guard against being followed when you go out.

"Cheers, brother. Thanks for helping me get revenge."

Max picked up his beer mug and clinked it against his, then downed most of it in one gulp and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Ma Jieke savored the slightly bitter hops, listening to the sounds of the cue stick hitting the billiard ball and the foosball table behind him, while Da Sha Chun played the slot machine in the corner.

Even homeless people want to enjoy life. He even saw Ethan take a heavily made-up woman into the restroom. After they quickly finished their business, the woman immediately settled another deal.

"What are you thinking about, Jack? What's on your mind? Why don't you share it with your sister?"

After three sips of wine, Max started to feel tipsy, propping her chin up with her large, tattooed arm and staring blankly at him.

"I was thinking, if that woman were you, would I patronize your business?"

"Are you trying to kill me?!" This infuriated her, and she punched Ma Jieke on the shoulder: "This is not how a gentleman should behave, especially since the person you're flirting with is a single mother."

"Let me correct you," Jimmy chimed in sarcastically, "She's a single mom who can't cook and doesn't know how to tutor Pudding."

"Go to hell!" He tried to hit the kid through the other person, but the kid nimbly dodged and made a face in an extremely childish way.

The three were playing around when a white girl on a skateboard suddenly rushed in from outside.

After stopping, he executed a stylish backboard finish and high-fived someone he knew.

The black stockings, JK canvas shoes, and punk-style dreadlocks give off a vibe reminiscent of an American alternative girl.

"Strange, is today some kind of team building day? Why is it all our own people?"

"Oh Sandy, it's been almost a month since you last came back to camp." Max rolled his eyes and complained, "Now your tent is full of Ethan and his gang's traces. Yes, the kind you're thinking of, they used your stockings and underwear... Sorry, I can't say any more, I have to be responsible for everyone's stomachs."

"Let me make this clear: besides me," Jimmy quickly raised his hand to distance himself, then pointed to MaJack beside him: "And him, he's new here and has no idea where your tent is."

The girl called Sandy gagged and looked at the new Asian boy: "Boy, if I want to go home, which brand of insecticide do you recommend?"

"Girl, if the above is true, I would only recommend a flamethrower to you."

"Perfect answer." She finished speaking, gave Jack a high five, shoved Jimmy aside with her hips, and smiled seductively, "Sandy, the woman in the blue-haired squad who's been fantasized about the most, what's your name?"

"His name is Jack!" Jimmy complained, annoyed. "Give me back my beer."

Glug...glug...He downed the rest of the glass in a defiant manner, then pushed it towards the bartender: "Refill, buddy, on Jimmy's tab."

"Shut up." Before the kid could refuse, Sandy pointed at him and said, "Don't forget what you did to me in my tent after the party last month."

When Sandy brought up the old story again, Ethan and his friends laughed so hard they almost fell over, slapping their thighs repeatedly, just like Tom from "Tom and Jerry".

Jimmy buried his face in the bar like an ostrich, clearly embarrassed by the situation.

"What are they laughing at?" Ma Jie couldn't understand at all and could only ask Max for help.

"They were probably laughing. Two young men, after drinking, decided to play Adam and Eve." Max couldn't hold back any longer. He first smirked, then couldn't help but chuckle, finally slapping the bar while laughing: "That... hahaha, that kid named Adam actually went to the wrong entrance, hahaha... I really can't go on..."

"Is this the entrance I'm thinking of?" Having been influenced by countless teachers, Ma Jie naturally understood what this meant, but what was so funny about it? Maybe that's what people like.

"Absolutely not, hahaha...it's...cough cough...cough..."

Max laughed so hard he coughed and cried, so he simply pressed his finger against MaJack's navel and rhythmically tapped inside.

......Hold!