People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Chen Ping'an's conditions made many homeless people frown. Sixty kilometers, not six kilometers!

Moreover, it is located in a suburb 60 kilometers north of Los Angeles, in an abandoned mining town.

In other words, there are no buses, no routes, so what about taking a taxi?

Impossible! Even if I had money, I wouldn't take a taxi!

How much would it cost to take a taxi for 60 kilometers?

A normal taxi ride costs at least one or two hundred dollars. Who among them has that kind of money?

But should we walk there?

What picture?

The homeless men looked at each other, calculating in their minds. Chen Ping'an ignored them and didn't say anything more, just quietly waited for the talisman water to finish distributing.

There's plenty of time, no rush!

By this time, the talisman water in the stainless steel barrels had been almost all distributed, but there were still quite a few people queuing up behind.

Hanks Gan, a shrewd man, whispered to Lin Zhiyong, "Sir, after this holy water is distributed, will more be made today?"

Lin Zhiyong shook his head. He had already decided on the amount of talisman water before he came, or rather, before he decided to distribute it.

How much is given out each day?

Send it once a day, or something like that.

"A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment"—this saying is familiar to almost every person in the East.

Doing good deeds is one thing, but if you get scolded after doing good deeds, you'll feel unhappy!

Chen Ping'an does good deeds to accumulate merit, but what is merit?

do not know!

So merit was just the reason Chen Ping'an told Lin Zhiyong; in reality, he was not of the same race as these homeless people in America!

There isn't that much empathy!

There was even less pity!

All he wanted was to cultivate himself!

The motivation for Chen Ping'an to do good deeds and distribute talisman water is that he can complete the tasks assigned to him by the system by helping these homeless people.

His real goal was to use talismans to circulate qi and cultivate his body and spirit; the reward from this mission was what he was after.

Logically speaking...

With the miraculous things he's doing now, a few talismans can be made into several large buckets of holy water, restoring the strength and filling the stomachs of hundreds of people.

With such miraculous performance, it wouldn't be difficult for people to worship her. Is it really that hard to gain 10 followers?

At least for him, looking around now, apart from a few scattered red names visible in the distance, almost all the remaining names were green.

That is, it was well-intentioned.

So if he's willing to speak up, he should say something like accepting a few followers, instead of asking these people to come to his territory to help him clear rubble and build houses.

He can complete the task right now.

but.

He guessed that there would be more tasks related to believers in the future. Now that a gap has been opened and a bunch of people who are just trying to take advantage of the situation have been gathered, they will only get in the way in the future!

In case future missions require believers, believers with stronger willpower, or believers are required to have a certain mindset.

All of these are possible.

to be frank.

He was eagerly anticipating the reward.

But the system is on you, and there's no time limit for the task, so it can be completed eventually, just a few days earlier or later.

Not urgent.

But if you start off badly, and there are flaws in the subsequent tasks, then you'll be in trouble.

However, if screening is done from the beginning, a group of homeless people would probably have to walk to the 60-kilometer-long suburbs.

Walking 60 kilometers is a challenge that is neither too difficult nor too easy.

Hanks Gan's eyes lit up; he knew what he had to do. He said to Hathaway, "I have a few left. After you're done sending them, send some for me too!"

Before Hathaway could answer, he approached Chen Ping'an and bowed slightly: "Boss, I'd like to ask, is this considered... an entrance exam?"

Private Gan felt a certain fondness for this homeless man who refused to accept his fate and was trying to find a way to survive.

He nodded: "It counts as an exam, but it doesn't count as being hired."

What I need are volunteer, free construction workers to build me a monastery, without pay!

Just provide food and lodging!

That was exactly what he was waiting for. "Just take care of food and lodging," Hanks Gan said again to confirm one more condition: "Then, Boss."

If they go to your peaceful town and stay in the temporary accommodations you provide for them.

"Can they use your email address?"

Hanks Gan didn't lower his voice, nor did he deliberately speak loudly.

In this neighborhood, if no one makes noise, the sound can travel a certain distance, enough for many people to hear.

in fact.

Providing food and lodging can be attractive to homeless people, but providing only food and lodging while working can be attractive, though only to a limited extent.

As for Chen Ping'an, he originally wanted to screen some people who had fallen into the deepest, most rotten mud and might not be able to hold on if they didn't find a way out, but still had hope of living.

This type of person doesn't have high demands, and given their current resources, they are the most suitable.

Food and lodging are provided, that's enough.

Only by meeting modest requirements can one gain true believers.

Unexpectedly, Private First Class Gan found an even more attractive offer for these homeless people.

"Boss, it's like this!"

"If you want to find people to do the work, then you need to find people who haven't been appointed yet."

They still want to turn their lives around, and they want to find another job to support themselves.

A fixed address and an email address that can receive emails.

It's very important to them!

Lin Zhiyong walked over and nodded to Chen Ping'an, understanding what Hanks Gan meant.

A person who has no hope for the future, who just drifts along and lives one day at a time, wouldn't walk 60 kilometers to help Chen Ping'an with his work.

Moreover, it's only for food and lodging.

Only those who are willing to work, just to survive, and then seek new hope, will work for him for free, help him build a Taoist temple, and walk these 60 kilometers.

In this regard.

Chen Pingan had no objection: "Sure!"

Upon hearing this answer, Hanks Gan felt that his opportunity to prove himself had finally arrived.

He took two steps outside and clapped his hands as he faced the group of homeless people who had gathered nearby and were still watching.

"Hey! Ladies and gentlemen!"

"As you just heard, Boss is willing to give everyone a stable life and an email address where they can receive mail."

But what you'll have to do is walk 60 kilometers to reach the territory where the Boss is located.

Then, help him with the work!

He won't pay you wages, but he will provide you with food and accommodation.

For us, the most important thing is, of course, the address!

This way, if we want to find a job, at the very least, we can withstand social scrutiny!

No?

Even if we can't find a job, we can still survive, which is better than sleeping on the streets.

Don't forget, although it's summer now, winter is just around the corner!

Every winter in Los Angeles, you know how many bodies are buried beneath the snowflakes!

This is not alarmist.

This is reality: every snowflake that falls on the streets of the homeless represents the arrival of the end of the world.

If it's snowing, and there's a little rain mixed in, or if it's raining, and there's a little snow mixed in.

Even without snow, the rain in winter is a deadly specter.

In the summer, homeless people can go hungry for a few days, and if they're lucky, they might get some food that's about to expire.

But it's winter.

In winter, welfare institutions and churches distributed relief supplies, but there were very few warm clothes available, and they were in short supply.

There were very few thin blankets, and not even a tent.

So, Hanks Gan's speaking skills aren't as good as he claims, but he does point out a core principle.

No, there are two.

Aside from having a working email account, the only other thing is that winter is approaching.

Those who don't want to die, those who haven't turned into mush yet.

Then I'll walk 60 kilometers to help with the work.

In America, only churches and religious institutions are qualified to provide free meals and lodging without paying wages.

It is religious institutions that give people a sense of trust.

Finally, the first homeless man came over, drank the talisman water, and now he had strength and was no longer hungry.

"Sir, if I really have to walk 60 kilometers, I think I should do it now, when I've just eaten and am not hungry, and my body has regained its strength."

So I want to go now, but I need to know the route.

Can you draw me a route?

This isn't a high request!

Chen Ping'an glanced at the slightly green name above his head and nodded with a smile.

"Of course, Mr. Robert, but do you have paper and a pen?"

The homeless man, whose name Chen Ping'an had called out, was taken aback: "Sir, you know me?"

Chen Ping'an chuckled inwardly. With his newfound insight, he figured there was no one in the entire United States whose name he didn't know.

Drawing a route using a phone's navigation isn't difficult, but Chen Ping'an doesn't have paper or pen in his hand right now. His space is filled with all sorts of things, almost half the size of the house.

But there was no paper or pen.

He didn't, and neither did Mr. Robert the tramp.

The quick-witted Hanks Gan found another opportunity to show off: "Boss, I've got an idea. We can find a printing shop."

Print out the route from here to Ping An Town on a small piece of paper.

This single sheet of paper can be cut into many small strips, costing very little money, yet it gets things done.

Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up.

good idea!

Colombian territory.

Several disposable paper bowls were placed on the table, and the bowls contained water.

"Boss, this is the holy water that the Eastern priest was handing out on the street."

I've tried it, it's amazing!

It makes me feel warm and comfortable all over, like I've had a full meal.

The aroma, in particular, is intoxicating.

I can assure you, this is definitely not some holy water, but a newly released enhancement agent.

Most importantly, although it feels good to drink and feel good to the body, it doesn't have that hallucinogenic feeling of a tonic.

I suspect that this kind of thing doesn't even have any strong side effects, at least not for beginners.

Anyway, I brought this holy water back.

Don't gangs have lab technicians?

Let's get it tested!

The junior leader respectfully recounted everything he had observed on the scene.

Then she also shared her feelings after trying it, praising it to the extreme.

Colombians have established themselves in America primarily through three things.

Large numbers of people, ruthless tactics, and high-end goods.

Now someone is actually producing even more advanced goods on their turf, which is completely intolerable.

"Where are those Orientals?"

Frank, the leader of the Colombians, was a South American in his fifties who wore a casual suit and whose hair and beard were well-groomed.

He removed the cigar from his mouth, exhaled a rich puff of smoke, and asked casually.

When asked the question, his eyes were looking out the window.

There's a tree outside the window, and several people are hanging from it.

The person in the tree isn't dead, but is dying soon, and is now suffering terribly, wishing they were dead.

Because these people's tongues were pulled out from under their jaws and hung around their necks like ties.

"When we left, we left two people behind. They said that after the Eastern priest distributed the so-called holy water, he offered to recruit homeless people."

I want to recruit them to build a monastery on my territory. The condition is that they will be provided with room and board, but there will be no salary. However, they can use my email address.

Many people have now received route slips of paper from him.

My people got two tickets too!

The junior leader quickly and methodically explained his arrangements and what he had learned.

"Now that you have the route, go check it out and see what's going on!"

Amidst the swirling smoke, Frank quietly gave an order to his men:

"I'm sending you there only to gather information; don't do anything rash."

"Yes, Boss!"

The foreman quickly responded and hurried out.

A gentle breeze carried the stench of blood from beneath the trees not far away. The smell would make others nauseous, but to Frank, it was intoxicating.

This was his infamous reputation, his power, and it also represented his place in the Los Angeles underworld.

Now?

Now someone has actually come to his territory and challenge his position. Is he a reckless young man fighting alone, or does he have someone backing him?

Those few disposable paper bowls, which looked like they were just filled with water, seemed so out of place in the elegant room of this small manor.

"Go and fetch Benjamin!"

Benjamin is the drug mastermind of the Columbia Gang and the drug mastermind of Breaking Bad.

The movies are all fake. Even the character in Breaking Bad, if he were fighting alone, wouldn't even know how he died.

To succeed in this line of work, you need connections and a powerful background.

If you have no connections or background, others will see you shipping goods and immediately try to find your source, then take your place.

If you did it yourself, would you rather live or die?

If you want to die, it's easy if the products you make are bad!

If the products you make are good, better than others, then it won't be so easy for you to fail.

For example, those hanging on the trees outside will slowly die, and in the process of dying, they will deter all those with ill intentions.

A knock came at the door.

Benjamin came in; he must have heard the news. As soon as he entered, he saw the bowls of water on the table.

"Take it for testing, see what the ingredients are, and see how it compares to ours."

Some of the Colombian gang's drugs come from South America, but the purity of those drugs is so high that they need to be processed by local drug dealers.

Some of them were also produced by Benjamin himself.

Benjamin nodded; he was quite skilled at testing such things.

They didn't take everything; they only took a bowl of water.

But soon, he brought the bowl of water back.

"Boss, this is just a bowl of water; it doesn't contain any enhancers."

Benjamin's answer surprised everyone.

This also made Frank's narrowed eyes instantly sharpen.

"What did you say?"