I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

A dagger, $87, a small packet of leaves (about 5 grams), two white capsules in a small bag labeled "heart medication," an unopened pack of chocolates, and a pack of Marlboro cigarettes with only a few cigarettes left were found in Thomas's pocket.

Mike also stripped off his jacket and jeans, which looked very warm. After all, medical research companies didn't need these, and it would be more valuable to use them on the living.

Ye Zilin refused. He had never touched this stuff in his past life and had no intention of getting involved in it in this one.

So Thomas gave him all the money and the rest of the stuff, and then gave Lynn the jacket as well. The oversized jeans were too big for either of them, and he planned to use them to barter for food or something.

As for those two "heart medications".

Lynn threw them into the rain and then carefully crushed them with his heel.

This harmful substance is not medicine, but a deadly poison.

He couldn't accept testing such strong side effects on people with heart disease, having been born under the red flag in his previous life.

Mike didn't say anything, but just sighed twice as he looked at the powder in the capsules that had been washed away by the rain.

"There's also the $125 from the garbage truck driver, and the $800 for the body recovery, which makes $925. That's $462.5 each for us."

As he spoke, he began counting the banknotes.

"You can do mental arithmetic that fast?"

Lynn was a little surprised. Wasn't it said that ordinary people at West University couldn't even do addition and subtraction within 100?

"I used to be a high school teacher, teaching chemistry."

Jack didn't stop counting the money; he just glanced at him sideways.

"A high school chemistry teacher has become homeless? Shouldn't these be high-paid professionals? Where's your union?"

Lynn was a little stunned. He knew before that the faculty union at West University was a huge organization. Teachers might not be part of the university, but they were definitely part of the union.

As long as you pay your dues on time every month, the union will fight for all your rights. Even if you commit a crime, you won't be easily expelled. How did Mike fall off the killing line and end up on the streets?

Have you seen Breaking Bad?

Instead of answering directly, Mike said something that seemed unrelated.

""breaking Bad"?"

Lynn understood immediately.

"Do you have cancer too?"

He looked at Mike, who was large but very thin, and like Walter White in the show, he was bald with sunken eyes.

"It was stomach cancer, but fortunately it was discovered early, so that part was removed directly."

Mike handed the counted banknotes to Lynn with a steady hand, as if he weren't talking about himself.

"But the day before the surgery, the insurance company suspended my insurance, saying that there was an error in my application process, that several steps were missing, and that it was an invalid policy."

"Not only did I not get a penny back from all the money I paid in the previous years, but I also had to pay for that surgery myself."

By this time, the two had returned to Mike's tent. They hastily wiped the water off their heads and bodies with old clothes on the ground. Then Mike took out a pack of cigarettes from the corner, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"That surgery cost me almost all my savings, and we had to sell our house. At the time, our eldest son was in eighth grade and was already lame, making it difficult for him to live independently. Then my wife, Amanda, was pregnant..."

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, and a third of it was gone in an instant.

"The subsequent rehabilitation treatment was very expensive, but at that time I also contracted severe pneumonia... In order not to burden her, and for the sake of our child, I resolutely divorced her. She went to live with her brother, and I rented a small warehouse for $500 a month and continued to work."

"As a result, because the principal's brother-in-law also wanted to become a teacher at our school but there were no vacancies, I, a newly divorced penniless man with no fixed address, became their main target for exclusion... You know what happened next. I lost my teaching job. Without a job, I couldn't rent a place, and without a fixed address, I couldn't find a job."

He shrugged helplessly, his eyes seemingly devoid of any light.

"well……"

Lynn didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only gently pat his shoulder.

Considering how good this person has been to both me and the original owner, if I ever become successful, I'll definitely make sure you have a place by my side.

Back in his tent, Lynn counted the money he had on him.

I got $260 from selling O'Brien, spent $160 on medicine, and have $100 left.

Selling Thomas would net you $400, leaving you with $500.

Mike kept all $87 that was found on his person, which made it $587.

Adding half of the garbage truck driver's 125 (62.5), I have $649.50 in my pocket.

This amount of money is actually quite considerable for a homeless person on the street. After all, renting a small house with enough room and a place to sleep in a less chaotic neighborhood in Seattle only costs $500 a month. If you go to Chinatown to find Chinese people to rent a room and share with them, it can be even cheaper.

You can easily rent a house, then you'll have a fixed address, and you can work at nearby shops to earn money.

I am not a vagrant or an illegal immigrant; I am registered in this area.

Apart from being shattered by the truck, he had no other health problems or hidden dangers, and he was not addicted to leaves or evil potions. He could easily find a job such as a convenience store clerk or washing dishes at a Chinese restaurant.

With the minimum wage of $12.5 per hour here, you can earn $100 by working 8 hours a day!

Even if you only work 26 days a month, you can still earn 2600. As long as nothing unexpected happens, you can get out of the cutoff line in two or three months!

The thought of this made Lynn feel very excited.

In addition, he still had the skills he had picked up before. He couldn't become a rugby or fighting athlete, but he could go back to his old profession and work as a stand-up comedian in a bar at night, earning at least a thousand or eight hundred dollars a month.

Not to mention that he can also make antidotes, which will definitely be of great use in a place like Xida University where poisoning is as common as diarrhea!

Lynn dried the water off his head and body with his old clothes, then changed into an Adidas jacket, pants, and shoes that the original owner had received from the relief center. Suddenly, he felt that his life was full of hope!

The rain outside gradually stopped, but the tent was too wet to sleep in because there was no moisture-proof mat.

He sat on a folding chair he had found, propped his chin up with his hand, and drifted off to sleep, waiting for daylight so he could rent a small house and start escaping his doomed life.

Then, he made money, saved money, made money, saved money, and when he had saved enough money, he would go back to Dongda University.

Even if he were to become white now, he would still want to go back to the place he longed for, a place where there were no death lines and where hard work could ensure a dignified life.

"Rip!"

Lynn had just fallen asleep with a smile on her face when she suddenly heard the sound of her tent zipper being pulled open!

"Who is it? Mike?"

He groggily opened his eyes and looked up, only to suddenly see a dark gun barrel pointed right in front of him!