I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 398 Little Soup Sauce Pancake (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

As a metropolitan area with a population of over ten million, and the second largest city in the United States, Los Angeles has slums that are much larger than those in Seattle.

The instructor led the way, and Wayne and his companion walked for three or four blocks before arriving at the "soy sauce pancake spot" the instructor had mentioned.

There are quite a few homeless people on this street, some lying in American-style tri-fold beds, others simply lying on the ground, with all sorts of needles and syringes everywhere.

"Brother Wayne, it's past lunchtime now, it's almost evening. Most of the loot spots have already closed up shop. The only place where you can still loot tonight is my friend Xiao Tang's savory pancake stall."

As the instructor walked alongside Wayne, he kept rambling on, "Logically speaking, I'm not too keen on coming here to get supplies. After all, we're in the same big American street race now, so there's some competition between us. He's kind of squeezing out my traffic."

I love telling the truth.

"However, as a senior, I am willing to lend a helping hand when I meet a fellow countryman in the same race in a foreign country. He asked me to film a video together before, and I did."

"He was always streaming, so I went directly to his loot spot to loot, which was seen by the viewers and made me seem a bit weak —"

The lecturer's analysis was so logical and persuasive that Wayne couldn't help but chuckle.

"But then again, my niche market is, after all, a beggar's market. What I'm doing is in line with my own persona. Besides, it's currently very popular, and everyone is interested in it. I can also ride on its popularity, so we're even."

As they were talking, a long queue had already formed in front of a wall covered in graffiti in the middle of the street ahead.

The starting point of the line was a savory pancake stall.

A young man from the University of Tokyo wearing glasses was making and spreading pancakes while talking into his phone camera, occasionally making heart shapes with his hands and saying thank you.

It's the savory sauce pancake soup that's recently become popular on online video platforms.

The lecturer continued rambling on in a low voice to Wayne, "This guy has now gotten on the good side of the Fuqing gang, and he's not so stubborn anymore. He also knows the ins and outs of American society. He's taken care of the local gangs and police, plus he's getting free food and internet access, so he's much safer now."

"He used to be so arrogant. He thought he could take all the money he made from selling pancakes home. In the end, his female apprentice reported him and he lost everything. After she finished learning how to make pancakes, she accused him of sexual harassment. He was miserable. After he got out, he had an epiphany in Longchang. I like to tell the truth."

As they were talking, they arrived at the savory pancake stall. The instructor called out loudly, "Brother Tang, do you still have any pancakes? I brought my friend to try your cooking. This guy of mine is also in the internet industry, preparing to go into the niche market of American white beggars. We'll be brothers from now on, so we can look out for each other."

When Xiao Tang, who was live-streaming, saw the lecturer appear, he quickly adjusted his phone camera and said to the camera, "Brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts watching on the screen, look who's here! It's our big internet celebrity lecturer! He even brought his friends along!"

After chatting with the lecturer for a few minutes, he immediately turned to look at Wayne standing to the side. Seeing that the other man was a white man with black hair and black eyes, he quickly smiled and nodded in greeting, even with a hint of flattery, saying, "Hello, hello."

He then continued speaking into the camera: "Brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts in China, look! This is Bruce Wayne, a former famous American movie star. He later fell on hard times for various reasons, but now he's a famous religious influencer—"

"Do you guys remember that church baby formula scandal that was all the rage in America a while back? The only white church elder who gave out formula was this Mr. Wayne!"

Little Tom looked somewhat agitated, clearly knowing something about Wayne's situation.

In his view, the other party was a genuine church elder, a true member of the American upper class.

Even if it's just street homelessness, it's probably just for entertainment purposes or some kind of performance art.

It's quite important to be able to maintain a good relationship with such a white elder.

Ultimately, the reason he stayed in America illegally was because he had a deep-seated yearning for Western white culture and wanted to integrate into it.

It has not been completely demystified.

Although he still earns money through Dongda's tips and product endorsements, he is still somewhat resentful.

Xiao Tang and the lecturer whispered a few words to each other. Just then, the savory pancakes came out of the oven. Xiao Tang quickly cut a pancake for Wayne and the lecturer, handed it to them personally, smiled at Wayne, and then continued with the live stream.

Wayne took a bite of the savory pancake and nodded slightly.

tasty.

Putting everything else aside, this little soup chef's skills are quite good.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to earn so much money before. Even though he was fined and his assets were confiscated, he still has the skills.

This savory pancake could be added to the meals distributed by the Kingdom of Heaven Church, replacing the current leavened bread as a staple food.

Of course, this is a follow-up.

The lecturer, while eating, said, "How's it, Wayne brothers? Little Tom's cooking is pretty good, isn't it? I like to tell the truth."

It was already dark by then, but thanks to the presence of the savory pancake stall, the street remained quite crowded.

Many homeless people, after receiving their share of bread, would find a corner, wolf it down, and then lie down on the ground and fall asleep.

There were also many addicts gathered in a group across the street, sharing their enhancers.

Not far away was a row of more than a dozen tents, where homeless people were clearly active.

Even more tragically, some homeless people lay on the roadside wearing more than a dozen layers of clothing.

Some were covered with cardboard boxes, while others didn't even have cardboard boxes.

At the other end of the street, two homeless men were fighting over a half-smoked cigarette that had fallen to the ground.

Just then, three stylishly dressed white men walked over from the other end of the street.

One of them was walking around live-streaming on his phone, and he was also carrying a huge plastic bag. The other two were tall and had unfriendly expressions; they appeared to be his bodyguards.

The white man walked up to an elderly black man sitting on the ground, looking dazed, and took out two dollars and a wrapped gift box, saying, "Hey bro, two dollars or a mystery gift?"

The old Black man paused, looked at the gift box in the other person's hand, and said, "A mystery gift."

The white anchor immediately handed over a long, rectangular gift tied with a pretty ribbon bow.

After the old black man took it, he tore open the wrapping paper, and the moment he saw what was inside, his eyes widened and his gaze became excited.

Inside was a sharp, long cleaver!

"Oh, thank you, thank you brother! Now I'll never be bullied again—I'll make those who bullied me pay!"

The white news anchor chuckled and walked over to the next Mexican-American homeless man lying on the side of the road, asking, "Bro, two dollars or a mystery gift?"

The Mexican homeless man had already witnessed what had just happened. Seeing the old black man wildly hacking and slashing with a gleaming machete, he quickly exclaimed, "A mystery gift! A mystery gift!"

He immediately took a machete from the other party.

After receiving his machete as a gift, the Mexican homeless man's face contorted with rage. He brandished the machete and said, "Now, give me my two dollars!"

The two bodyguards behind the white anchor immediately stepped forward, opened their jackets to reveal pistols tucked into their waistbands, and intimidated him back.

The white anchor then continued walking forward.

Next, he got too lazy to play the game of asking for two dollars or a mystery gift, and simply handed out the machetes from the big bag one by one.

In the blink of an eye, many homeless people have received their machete gifts.

Some homeless people didn't originally want it, but seeing others taking it, they had no choice but to grab a machete for self-defense.

Seeing this, the lecturer finished his savory pancake, licking his fingers as he said, "Holy crap, something's definitely not right here—I'm telling the truth—"