People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

"Super beautiful?" Li Wei said with a smile. "Can she be as beautiful as my sister Emma?"

"Stop saying such sweet things," Emma rolled her eyes at him. "I don't want to cheat on you with my boyfriend."

The boutique is now deserted; Mrs. Dolores has gone out on business, leaving only him and Emma inside.

The two sat in the rest area behind the fitting room, which was a blind spot for the store's surveillance cameras and a "gossip haven" that Emma had specially created.

"Here, half for each of us," Emma brought out three boxes of macarons and a bottle of champagne from the break room. "Take this box home with you after get off work; I'm getting older and can't eat too much these days."

"What does age have to do with this?" Li Wei picked up a box, took out a lemon-yellow macaron, and popped it into his mouth. "Mmm...so sweet."

“I’m of Russian descent,” Emma sighed. “If I’m not careful, I’m really going to become a fat woman after I get married.”

"Okay," Levi pushed his box back to Emma, ​​"Let's get back to that super pretty girl. What are her features?"

"Characteristics..." Emma thought for a moment, "Blonde hair, tall, blue eyes, very elegant, and very lively."

"Oh, right!" she exclaimed, getting more and more excited. She patted Li Wei's back forcefully. "She's coming again tomorrow; she said she might buy another necklace!"

After the filming, Emma gasped, rubbing her bright red palms: "Did you wear a bulletproof vest to work? How come you're so stiff?"

Li Wei then realized that he had forgotten to cancel his Knight Body, and he vaguely brushed the topic aside.

"You can say whatever you want, but why are you so excited?" he said casually. "What does it have to do with me?"

Upon hearing this, Emma immediately wore a "disappointed" expression, as if she were heartbroken that her own pig didn't dare to nibble at someone else's cabbage.

"With a face and a body like that, it's a shame," she poked Li Wei's cheek, "why are you content to stay here as a shop assistant instead of thinking about dating rich, beautiful girls?"

"Let me tell you something in secret," she said in a low voice. "I saw her swipe her card this morning. She didn't even blink before swiping $62058.75 to buy a Hermès crocodile Kelly bag with diamond clasp."

"Why are there odd amounts?" Li Wei chuckled, "Do we even need to count a few cents?"

"It has to include tax," Emma blinked and continued, "Think about it, she buys Hermès like buying groceries without batting an eye, and she's so beautiful. If you could fall in love with her, you might even be able to drive her Ferrari or something."

Upon hearing Emma's words, Li Wei naturally conjured up an image in his mind of a rich second-generation heir who was heartless, mean, and arrogant.

He shook his head: "Forget it, I can earn it myself, I don't like relying on others."

During the rest of the workday, Emma, ​​looking heartbroken, ate macarons while lecturing Levi about how a man's prime only lasts a few years and he should cherish it, otherwise he won't be able to live off a woman after he turns 25.

Then, after she finished eating almost two boxes of macarons, she scolded Li Wei again for letting her eat so much, saying that she would have to spend time exercising when she got home that night.

...

Four hours later.

Li Wei served zero customers, received $72 in after-tax income, bought a box of macarons worth $100, and left the boutique satisfied with the remaining half-bottle of champagne.

When he returned to Bell Ridge after dinner, Don Quixote had also returned home from Dyke Heights.

"Try it, I brought it back for you from the store," Li Wei pointed to the box on the table, "It cost $10 a piece."

"Ten dollars? Damn... I hate rich people," Don Quixote opened a macaron and threw one at himself. "Damn, it's delicious... Can you get some more tomorrow?"

Before Li Wei could even speak, he had already popped the second and third pills into his mouth.

"We'll see. There were some leftovers today because some customers bought food but didn't eat it," Li Wei said, watching Don Quixote's cheeks puff out. "You guys can actually eat this kind of sweet stuff? I really don't understand what's so good about it."

"What's so surprising?" Don Quixote wiped his mouth. "You'll see next time I take you out for some American snacks."

Without even thinking, Li Wei knew that so-called American snacks must be some kind of calorie bomb that could make you die from sweetness with just one bite, such as stuffing marshmallows into chocolate sauce that is even sweeter than Ferrero Rocher's chocolate filling.

The United States has its own unique circumstances. Don Quixote was able to remain thin because he did heavy physical labor every day and occasionally had to sell his blood to make a living.

Now, less than two weeks later, he has visibly gained weight.

Li Wei waved his hand, clearly rejecting Don Quixote's offer, and returned to his room on the second floor to continue studying Russian and memorizing the contents of the tactics manual.

Around 2 a.m., Li Wei heard rustling sounds coming from downstairs again.

When he finished dressing and went downstairs, he found that Don Quixote had somehow acquired an iron rod in his hand.

God knows where he got it from.

"Long time no see, my friend," Don Quixote said in a lighthearted tone, "are you ready to join me on this expedition?"

“I’m ready, Sir Don Quixote,” Livy asked curiously, “but may I ask one question—where did you get this sword from?”

"This is a family heirloom sword I found in the castle!" Don Quixote excitedly brandished it, nearly shattering a lamp in the room. "How is it? Isn't it sharp? It's wrapped in magic! It can pierce the tough skin of a witch's minions."

"But wasn't the witch defeated?" Levi sighed and asked, "Has she returned?"

“That’s right, my friend,” Don Quixote said, walking toward the door. “What we destroyed last time wasn’t the witch’s true form. Her true form is on the other side of the continent, and it will take a long time to get there.”

Li Wei was afraid that he might accidentally break something or run into an unlucky passerby while sleepwalking, so he quickly followed him out the door.

At 2 a.m., the wind was blowing on Beiling Ridge, and the streetlights cast dim and lonely shadows.

The night breeze brought a touch of coolness, and the air was filled with the familiar scent of the sea.

Don Quixote gripped the iron rod he'd picked up from the basement tightly in his hand and strode forward with his head held high, while Li Wei followed leisurely behind him.

As they walked, the two came to the corner of the street.

Directly below the streetlight, a red fire hydrant stands quietly.

Due to years of disrepair, much of the red paint on it had peeled off, revealing the mottled base color, which looked somewhat eerie in the dim light.

"Watch out!" Don Quixote whispered. "The border guards have appeared, the red dwarves sent by the witch."

Li Wei followed his gaze and saw that it was just a fire hydrant with some peeling paint.

You have received a mission: Advance.

The witch's minions are constantly watching Don Quixote's territory; they cannot advance without destroying it.

[Task Reward: +0.1 Free Attribute Points]

"Let me handle him!"

Don Quixote let out a low growl and was about to charge forward, brandishing his 'sword'.

Li Wei was startled. If he really did break the fire hydrant, the homeowners' association would come knocking on his door the next day with an exorbitant bill.

"Let me handle this!" Levi stepped forward. "We need to save our strength for later. This dwarf seems to be intelligent; perhaps we can try to negotiate with him!"

"Negotiation?" Don Quixote was stunned, his iron rod frozen in mid-air.

"That's right, we're knights now, he's definitely no match for us," Levi said, pulling out the wrapper from the macaron he'd eaten from his pocket and walking toward the fire hydrant. "Hellish Red Dwarf, if you sign this contract, we'll let you go."

Li Wei spoke in an extremely low and intimidating tone, while rubbing the lemon-scented wrapping paper against the fire hydrant's connector, pretending to hand over the contract.

He turned around and gave Don Quixote an "OK" sign.

Don Quixote closed his eyes tightly and stared intently at the fire hydrant.

"He's smart to be honest," he said. "Let's go. Hopefully, he'll abide by the terms of the contract."

[Mission: Advancement Completed]

[Reward: 0.1 Free Attribute Points Issued]

Li Wei watched Don Quixote's retreating figure, picked up the wrapping paper from the ground, and quickly followed after him.

After wandering around the neighborhood for a while, Don Quixote's adventure for the day came to an end, and he returned home.

Looking at the 0.3 attribute points on the attribute panel, Li Wei planned to add them after the barbell and strength rack he ordered today arrived.

As Li Wei lay in bed that night, he thought again about what Emma had said that afternoon.

"Even the beautiful Emma said she's super pretty..." He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. "I should still go see her tomorrow morning."