The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

Roger led Zhou Feng down the streets of Skid Row, casually recounting his story.

"I served in the Navy SEALs for ten years and have a beautiful wife and lovely daughter."

"Every time I'm on vacation, what I look forward to most is coming home and hearing Lucy call me 'daddy.' She was only this tall back then, not even half my waist."

As Roger spoke, he gestured to Zhou Feng with his hands.

When he talked about his daughter, his tone softened unconsciously.

Zhou Feng keenly noticed this and silently labeled this tough guy as a "doting father" in his mind.

"A year ago, Lucy suddenly had difficulty breathing and kept coughing up blood in the middle of the night. After being rushed to the hospital, the doctor said it was acute respiratory distress syndrome. Fortunately, she was brought to the hospital in time and her life was not in danger after being rescued."

"But the nightmare had only just begun. A month after I was discharged from the hospital, the bill arrived, which amounted to about 270,000 yuan."

At this point, Roger paused, and anger began to flare in his eyes.

"When I took the bill to the insurance company to file a claim, those damn bastards told me that the hospital had used extra medications not covered by insurance, which was considered illegal medication use, and they rejected my claim outright!"

"I couldn't even appeal to the court because at that time I didn't even have the money to hire a public interest lawyer to pay off the bills."

Roger clenched his fists and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"My wife couldn't stand being chased by debt collectors every day, so she chose to leave me and Lucy behind and disappeared without a trace."

"Soon, unable to repay the debts, the bank forcibly mortgaged our house and car, and I, along with Lucy, was forced to become homeless."

Roger looked up at the horizon, his voice filled with endless weariness.

"I dedicated my youth and my life to America, but it is like a vampire, stripping me of everything."

"Here, an illness or a bill can easily destroy a family, or even a middle-class family."

He suddenly cursed.

"That's fucking damn good!"

Zhou Feng shook his head slightly, sighing inwardly.

This is the inevitable result of capital controlling social resources.

Private ownership as the foundation, profit-seeking as the top priority, leads to chaos and imbalance, treating people as a consumable resource, and neglecting public and long-term interests.

……

After walking for an unknown distance.

The two finally arrived at a bridge archway. Roger, carrying a bag of food, went first.

"Daddy! You're finally back!"

Before Zhou Feng could even see clearly, a small figure instantly clung to Roger's body.

"Daddy, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you for so long. Can you take me with you next time? I'm so scared to go out alone."

Roger's face lit up with a wide smile upon hearing this. He picked up Lucy and said in a doting tone, "Okay, Daddy will take you out next time."

It was only then that Lucy noticed Zhou Feng following behind Roger.

She first buried her face shyly in Roger's shoulder, then secretly looked up at Zhou Feng and asked softly.

"Daddy, who's that handsome guy who came back with you? Do you two know each other?"

Roger was both annoyed and amused by what he heard.

"What handsome brother? Call him Uncle Zhou Feng. He's your daddy's boss now."

Zhou Feng then stepped forward, smiling warmly: "Hello, little friend."

He noticed that although the little girl's clothes were a bit old, they were very clean and tidy, and she didn't have any of the strange smells that other homeless people had.

It's clear that Roger took very good care of her.

At the same time, Zhou Feng also habitually turned to snobbery.

[Name: Lucy, 10 years old]

[Personality Labels: (Pure) (Kind) (Timid)]

[Biography: Abandoned by her own mother, she now lives with her father.]

Roger handed the food he had received that day to Lucy and told her to eat first, while he went to Zhou Feng's side, feeling much more relaxed.

"Mr. Zhou, when do we open for business?"

Zhou Feng shook his head: "We only have 20,000 yuan in funds right now, and there are only the two of us on the team, you and me. Plus, there are a bunch of messy things to do, like choosing an office location. It will probably be a while before we start operating."

At this point, he looked at Roger.

"You served in the military, so you're more knowledgeable in this area than I am. Do you have any good ideas about these things?"

Roger pondered for a moment. With only 20,000 in capital, starting a security company was indeed a difficult task.

"With this budget, we have to keep everything simple. The initial team size can't be too large, otherwise we won't be able to afford the salaries. The cheaper the office location, the better. As for our business sources..."

"I know some channels that can guarantee our customer base, which should be enough for our company to get through the initial stage. Once we establish a reputation, customers will naturally come to place orders."

"But these are just my personal suggestions; the specific implementation is up to you, the boss."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng patted him on the shoulder with great appreciation. He was indeed a talent he had high hopes for, as he had actually solved the customer acquisition problem that had been giving him the biggest headache.

The remaining recruitment and expansion were no problem for him at all.

"In that case, you'll be in charge of expanding our customer base, and I'll handle company location selection and employee recruitment. Let's split up and work together to make the company bigger and stronger as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, he took out a thousand dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into Roger's hand.

"Take this money. Stop living under the bridge with Lucy. Go rent a place."

Upon seeing this, Roger asked incredulously.

"Boss, we've only known each other for an afternoon. Aren't you afraid I'll take the money and disappear?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng's smile gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented confidence.

"I trust my judgment. I've seen too many happy families suddenly fall apart overnight and become homeless."

"It's not that they lack positive beliefs, but they remain mired in poverty, deprived of the right to a normal life, unable to find work, and unable to see any hope."

Zhou Feng gazed into the distance, his tone earnest.

"They are different from the surrounding sludge; they just lack an opportunity to escape the mire."

"And I want to give them a chance, but my strength alone is far from enough. I need like-minded friends."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly and said each word clearly.

"So, John Roger, would you be willing to be my assistant?"

Zhou Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it had an unprecedented impact on Roger's ears.

If anyone else had dared to say those things to him, Roger would have just scoffed and thought the other person must be crazy.

But the fact that Zhou Feng said it made him believe it without even realizing it.

This Asian man in front of me truly has the determination and ability to achieve such a grand goal.

Roger's eyes reddened. He took the money from Zhou Feng's hand, nodded vigorously, and said firmly.

"Mr. Zhou Feng, I am willing to be your assistant!"

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