America 2009: Survival of the Underclass

The next day, when he saw Karen getting up and putting on a red hoodie, he suddenly woke up and got goosebumps all over.

No one can be considered infallible.

Even though he tried his best to be cautious, he still overlooked a fatal flaw.

clothing!

West Coast fashion mainly consists of hoodies and baseball caps in various colors paired with jeans.

Chicago style is all about heavyweight jackets, beanies, and jeans.

These past two days, he's been wandering around wearing a heavy brown bomber jacket!

Even longtime Los Angeles residents can tell he's a country bumpkin begging for food in the greater Los Angeles area, but he himself is completely oblivious!

That's absolutely amazing, my dear Mr. Li!

That's incredibly amateurish, incredibly stupid!

"What's wrong, you coward? You've turned into a little kitten already?" Karen teased, pulling on her hoodie and noticing his pale face.

"I walked around in my jacket for two days," he said helplessly.

"Jesus~Christ~ You're fucking incredibly stupid." Karen exclaimed in surprise.

"I..." He paused. If he were to run away with the money he had spent in the past two days, he would not only be too cowardly, but he would also be destined to never be able to criticize the capitalist world in his lifetime!

Los Angeles, 2009, poor streets, this is the last window for charity.

If we had acted earlier, the gangs would have been too ruthless, and without substantial capital and government backing, we wouldn't have been able to get involved at all.

If you're a step too late, a simple "God bless you, sir!" won't be enough to satisfy you; you might even be able to take it with you.

Most importantly, American society is about to step into the atomization age, at which point there will be no chance left for people to band together and achieve anything.

"I hope nobody notices."

He shook his head slightly and gave a wry smile.

Karen came over and hugged him: "Let's run away, Leon."

“I don’t want to run away, Ms. Smith.” He shook his head, his tone earnest. “I’ve been enlightened; this is my Jerusalem.”

"Why are you just like my old man, spouting nonsense and talking gibberish?" She was speechless.

"Let's play for high stakes? If you win, you can sleep on Franklin; if you lose, you just get a bullet." He smirked, staring into her eyes, his tone calm.

"You know I can't resist this kind of exciting game." Karen licked her lips, her eyes flickering slightly.

"Let's go! Let's begin our adventure in the City of Angels." He shoved Karen aside and rummaged through the messy bed for clothes.

"Sir, I'm all ready." She stood up, flashing a gun gesture. "But! First, come with me to the motel to retrieve my luggage."

"no problem."

As soon as she finished speaking, Karen turned and headed for the restroom. Before he could even put his long T-shirt on, her voice came from inside:

"Is this toiletries yours?"

"Yes, Ms. Smith."

After finishing his reply, he put on a long T-shirt, jeans, and tied his canvas shoes before stepping into the restroom.

He squeezed on some toothpaste, snatched the toothbrush from Karen's hand, and said matter-of-factly, "Alright, you've been brushing for several minutes now."

Karen angrily raised her hand and slapped him, then spat a mouthful of foam onto him before bending down and rinsing her mouth under the tap.

"Jesus, you're fucking disgusting." He wiped the foam off his clothes with disgust and started brushing his teeth.

"Pfft!" She spat out the last mouthful of water, picked up his towel, wet it, and casually wiped her face, teasingly saying:

"You were praising my sweet talk last night, and now you're disgusting me. You're such a coward, Mr. Smith."

"Mmm." He brushed his teeth and nodded vaguely in response.

After washing up, he said to Karen, who was standing guard at the door, "I need to go buy a coat first."

"I have a plus-size hoodie that should fit you." She nodded first, then a playful glint in her eyes as she spoke seriously.

"What color?"

"pink."

"You know I can't resist pink."

"What a sissy."

"Card--"

He led Karen out the door and immediately saw John lying dead, wrapped in a blanket, not far from the doorway. He strode over and lightly kicked him on the head a few times.

"Mother fucker! Uh... what's wrong, boss?" John was kicked awake and looked up with a bewildered expression.

"Bro, your job today is to watch the warehouse and wash my blanket, M3?" He threw $20 on the ground and deliberately spoke in a Los Angeles accent.

"Okay, boss." John crawled out from under the blanket, picked up the money, and nodded.

"Ms. Smith, is it far?" He looked at Karen.

"It's near the Fifth Street subway station." She smiled and took the arm that was offered to her.

"That's good."

"You fucking hate it? You coward."

"Time is of the essence, Ms. Smith."

"Even more urgent than last night?"

"Shut up, you bitch!"

The two bickered and joked all the way to the motel near the subway station.

"Your suitcase is big enough," he said, watching Karen pack her things into it.

"You think you can travel the world with that little money? What do you think?" She turned to look at him sitting on the bed and rolled her eyes.

"How much of your father's pension did you spend?"

"That's it! Only a few hundred dollars left. My devout old man, God must have been so kind to him, his life is only worth this little bit of money, not even enough for me to play with." She whined in a fake manner.

"I...you really aren't afraid that Eddie will crawl out of the ground and beat you to death, you freak."

"My mom must have been high like a fentanyl addict! After all, she wanted nothing more than to go down and join that idiot back then."

"You're a piece of trash, may God forgive you."

"Jesus! Mr. Smith, how dare you talk to me like that? This is even more outrageous than thick lips becoming president... Oh wait, the Holy Lance Ranger has already moved into the White House. Fuck!" She snapped and threw the towel into her suitcase.

He teased her with a smirk, "Watch out, your black buddies might sue you for racism, you damn white supremacist!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped up and her hands moved like a ninja, forming hand seals rapidly:

"Jesus Christ, spouting this nonsense is like you think you can turn into a gorilla bouncing a ball. Stop dreaming, M3!"

"Bro, have you ever picked cotton in three hundred years? You're destined to be nothing but trash, you coward!"

"Bro, you're eating a deep-dish pizza and you can't even afford to add beef bits?"

I watch White Sox games every day, but I still can't afford a baseball jersey.

You have to chip in with some junk food to even get a lick of Brache's cherry liqueur.

Even cheap, old-fashioned beer can only be drunk in Ailibo, where it's filled with stinky urine.

Pathetic? NO! Let's keep blowing!

Holding a broken skateboard,

Want to look cool on the street

He calls himself a tough guy boss.

To outsiders, he was an idiot.

Go back to the dilapidated house at night.

Holding the rotten ball, lost in thought.

The gorilla bouncing a ball on TV

On the contrary, it makes you feel excited.

Ah! My dream!

Ah! What gives him the right?!

Hey!

Wake up!

Yo, white trash!

"Time to go begging in the streets to get a white castle!"

"My round-the-world trip is a ceiling you can never reach in several lifetimes!"

Look at my Nike hoodie, it's more expensive than all your belongings!

"You think Canadian cigarettes are cool and classy? I wouldn't touch them! Cheap and cheap! M3!"

"Black people don't like you! White people look down on you! You're a complete white trash! M3!"

"Even monosyllabic, idiotic, and cheesy jokes can make you laugh out loud like an idiot! M3!"

"Ha! Ho! Hey!"

"Look! He's grinning like an idiot again!"

"Oh no! Bro! If all else fails, I'll dye my hair red and become an Irish black guy!"

"Bro, this is all you'll ever be. You might as well have the Holy Spirit descend upon you and go to hell to eat mud."

"M3! Pathetic white trash Bro!"

"Satan is calling you!"

"Fcuk you!"

After she finished her impromptu rendition of "The Mouse Comes to Earth," she dropped her rapping pose, raised her chin, and stared at him triumphantly.

He turned red-faced from the insults, then lunged at her, yelling, "Mother fucker! Bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Fcuk you! You coward, you piece of trash, how dare you shoot me!"

……

"Walk."

After their playful fight, he pulled his suitcase, gestured with his chin to Karen, whose face was flushed and who had been temporarily subdued, and indicated that she should go first.

"We still have several hours before checkout, want to play a few more rounds?" She grabbed his arm and lightly licked her lips.

"Don't be so thirsty, bitch. If you can't handle it, just go back to the Great Lakes." He shook his head, exasperated.

"Stop talking nonsense, okay? It's just that you've improved so much that I'm very satisfied... You used to get 60 points to pass, but now I can give you 95 points."

"Shut up, you bitch!"

"Cool! I love you just the way you are!"

"Shut the fuck up, you bitch!"

"Jesus! Christ! Fuck! OK!"

After checking out and getting their deposit back at the front desk on the first floor, the two pushed open the door and walked out of the hotel, leaving only the white guy at the front desk with two silhouettes, one in red and one in pink, and his face full of undisguised envy and jealousy.

As soon as they stepped outside, the two of them continued to curse and argue with each other, carrying their luggage to the Mexican woman's taco stand.

"Are you full?" he asked, turning his head to her.

She nodded contentedly and patted her belly.

He turned to look at the Mexican woman behind the stall: "Eight portions to go."

"Yes, sir," the woman replied, and immediately began making the tacos.

Karen carried the paper bag containing the tacos, while he pulled his suitcase. They finished their meal for $28.8 and strolled slowly back to the warehouse.

The homeless people along the way glanced at him and all looked at him strangely—a grown man wearing a pink hoodie with Hello Kitty printed on it.

Is he just pretending to be childish? Or is he just plain effeminate?

"Boss!"

Upon seeing the paper bag in Karen's hand, John instantly understood and excitedly approached the warehouse door, completely ignoring the aggrieved boss.

"Lazybones, all you do is eat. When we go out later, you'd better get your work done." He scolded, putting on airs.

"Yes, boss!" John took the paper bag from Karen and replied nonchalantly.

He put away his airs and led Karen toward the inner cubicle.

He didn't really care about John's attitude.

After all, it's only $20 a day. How can you expect him to be both diligent and loyal?

We should be thankful if they don't shoot Master Li; as long as they can be commanded, it's worth the price.

"Hahaha." Karen watched him angrily throw his hoodie on the bed, then crossed her arms and laughed nonstop.

"Why didn't you mention there's also a Hello Kitty print?" he complained helplessly.

"You can't resist pink, can you? You cowardly sissy," she teased with a wicked smile.

"You win, bitch!" He nodded speechlessly.

A plain pink hoodie is trendy and stylish, but once Hello Kitty is printed on it, even the toughest man will turn into a sissy, beyond saving.