An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warmth that rivaled Nako's.

Saturday.

Exhausted Lynn was awakened by the blinding sunlight.

This is one of the few advantages of an attic over a basement: it gets sunlight.

but.

This was the first time Lynn had seen sunlight in the attic since she started renting the apartment.

More than a month ago.

In order to get to work on South King Street, he had to get up before five o'clock.

Since receiving that exorbitant emergency room bill, he hasn't slept for more than five hours in over six months.

"It's already ten o'clock."

Staring at the glaring time on his phone screen, Lynn propped himself up from the creaking wooden bed like a rusty robot.

After stretching my body, I found that I felt much more agile than before.

really.

For the poor, sleep is the most luxurious medicine.

After splashing cold water on her face downstairs, Lynn grabbed her car keys and got into the car.

Click~ Click~

The 05 Toyota Camry with a leaky exhaust pipe emitted a cough like that of an asthmatic patient.

After a puff of black smoke, it finally started up, albeit shakily.

Lynn floored the gas pedal, his purpose clear: head straight for the 7-Eleven on South King Street.

It's not about going to work, but about preparing to harvest gratitude points.

Nothing is more important than this right now.

Half an hour later.

Lynn parked her car crookedly next to the 7-Eleven disabled parking space.

I grabbed a plastic shopping basket as soon as I entered and headed straight for the spirits section.

Lynn had a clear goal and quickly selected ten 375ml bottles of whiskey.

This cheap cinnamon-flavored liquor is a favorite among homeless people.

It has an alcohol content of 35% but costs only $5.99 a bottle.

"Please get me two packs of Marlboro cigarettes and a taco."

Lynn, carrying a shopping basket, arrived at the checkout area.

"$107.38, card or cash?"

The cashier was a Mexican woman with curly hair and a stocky build, speaking as she typed on the keyboard with pink nail polish.

"cash."

Lynn pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill and handed it over without a second thought.

These drinks and cigarettes were his means to turn his life around.

After buying the supplies, Lynn returned to the same gathering place for homeless people as before.

Perhaps because it was morning, there were fewer homeless people than last time.

However, Lynn did not pay attention and distributed cigarettes and alcohol again in the same way as yesterday.

This time, it was sold out even faster than yesterday.

[Thanksgiving +2]

[Thanksgiving +2]

[Thanksgiving +2]

"God bless you, my child!"

"You're my savior!"

"Thank you so much, buddy! My name is Mike! What's yours?"

"..."

Call me Lin.

After distributing the supplies, Lynn waved his sleeves, concealing his fame and fortune.

【Gratitude LV0 (53/100)】

"Bro, could you send me some fruit knives? The bigger the better..."

Mike, a black man who is nearly two meters tall, grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

"certainly."

Lynn, who had received a lot of gratitude points, readily agreed.

"Soon, in two days at most."

Suppressing her excitement, Lynn went straight back to her rented attic to rest.

……

The next day.

At the same time, Lynn returned to the homeless encampment.

This time, as soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by a large number of homeless people.

He still distributed cigarettes and alcohol today.

The difference this time was that he brought several machetes.

Who says a cleaver can't cut fruit?

"Lin, you're such a good person. I, Mike, will remember you. If you ever need anything, just let me know!"

"You are the real hero!"

"Thank you for being there! God is with you!"

"..."

[Thanksgiving +3]

[Thanksgiving +3]

[Thanksgiving +3]...

After emptying the supplies, Lynn went straight back to the car.

With a thought, the panel is brought up.

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30

[Height] 183

【Weight】53kg

[Unlocked Emotion] Gratitude LV0 (90/100)

Upon reaching LV1, you can draw a survival skill.

I quickly browsed through it.

Lynn smiled.

Everything will be revealed tomorrow.

Tomorrow is payday.

It's also the day when survival skills will be drawn.

Silent all night.

After sleeping soundly until 7 p.m., Lynn headed straight to Jack Ma Restaurant.

……

Honey Jack Ma Seafood Restaurant.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Lynn stared blankly at the restaurant's red neon sign, feeling somewhat dazed.

Having worked here for so long, this seems to be the first time I've stood at the main entrance.

This is a world apart from the filthy and chaotic scene at the back door.

"I, Lynn, will become a superior person in America! I'll drink the most expensive liquor and play the most... glug glug!"

The protests of his stomach interrupted Lynn's reverie.

"Well, health is the foundation of everything, let's fill our stomachs first."

Lynn casually tossed the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it, then exhaled a long, drawn-out breath and pushed open the restaurant's main entrance.

Jingle bell~

The moment the wind chimes rang, Jack Ma's greasy and exaggerated voice rang out: "Welcome! What would you like to eat?"

"Two Kung Pao Chickens, please."

The restaurant was almost empty at this time.

Lynn casually found a seat by the window and slowly crossed her legs: "Double rice!"

"Okay...wait! Lin!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Upon recognizing Lynn, Jack's eyes immediately widened into saucers.

His fleshy face flushed red at a visible speed, and a sharp tone squeezed out from his throat:

"OMG! Are you crazy, Lin?! You should be in that damn kitchen right now, not in my restaurant! You're going to ruin my business! Damn it! Get your dirty hands off my table! I told you to get them off!"

After saying all that in one breath, Jack Ma's face turned completely red, and his tone suddenly rose several decibels: "Deduct my salary, it has to be deducted..."

[Anger +5]

The sudden appearance of small print made Lynn's eyelids twitch.

finally come!

The second attribute is emotion.

"I paid the normal amount."

Faced with the enraged Jack Ma, Lynn merely raised his eyelids and remained completely calm.

"Pay?"

Jack Ma's expression faltered for a moment, then he quickly regained his composure, his mustache twitched, and his tone suddenly softened: "Hey, you should have said so earlier, really."

As long as you pay, you're Jack Ma's customer!

"Ah Zhen, let Ah Qiang..."

Jack Ma paused, blinked as if suddenly remembering something, and said, "Let me make this clear first, you won't get paid while you're eating."

"Hurry up!"

Lynn's voice was undeniable.

"Hey, let's get this straight first."

After confirming that Lynn had paid, Jack Ma wasn't angry. He turned around and yelled, "Ah Zhen, have Ah Qiang stir-fry two servings of Kung Pao Chicken! And add extra rice!"

"I want authentic Kung Pao Chicken, don't try to fool me with that General Tso's Chicken stuff." Lynn raised her eyelids slightly.

"Of course, of course."

Jack Ma's smile was somewhat stiff, but in his heart he had already cursed Lynn dozens of times.

The Kung Pao Chicken that Americans eat is completely different from the Kung Pao Chicken that Chinese people eat.

The former is extremely simple to make; you just need to pour in as much of that damn saccharin as possible.

After a couple of dry laughs, Jack Ma hurriedly returned to the front desk and gave a few more instructions.

Lynn saw it all but didn't say anything.

Ten minutes later.

Jack Ma personally carried two plates of Kung Pao Chicken out of the kitchen.

The glistening chicken pieces, coated in an amber sauce, trembled slightly on the plate.

The numbing aroma of Sichuan peppercorns mixed with the tangy sourness of aged vinegar wafted straight into my nose.

Glug~

Looking at the Kung Pao Chicken on the table, Lynn's appetite was whetted.

Although Jack Ma is a beast, the chef has real skills.

Otherwise, the restaurant wouldn't be so popular.

Just as we were about to start, we realized that Jack Ma was still there.

"Hmm?" Lynn looked over in confusion and immediately saw Jack Ma rubbing his fingers together.

Lynn's eye twitched, and he was speechless.

He knew about the evil capitalist tipping culture, but he didn't expect that Jack Ma, as the boss, would also tip.

They have absolutely no shame!

Lynn subconsciously touched her wallet, then stopped.

He paused, then pulled a coin from his back pocket and tossed it over: "Keep the change."

"One cent!"

Jack Ma took the coin, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

A one-cent tip is an insult!

"Give it back to me if you don't want it." Lynn glanced sideways.

"Yes, of course I want it. One cent is still money. It's almost seven cents in RMB."

Jack Ma grabbed the coin, turned around, and swayed away, saying, "Why not take it if it's free? Only a fool wouldn't."

Lynn's lips twitched, and she ignored him, quickly starting to eat heartily.

Five minutes later.

"Hiccup~"

After a swift and satisfying meal, Lynn pushed the plate forward and let out a contented burp.

"30 dollars."

Jack Ma suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost.

Lynn wiped her mouth calmly: "Deduct it directly from my salary."

Jack Ma's expression suddenly changed, and he narrowed his eyes: "You're playing me? I want cash!"

I didn't receive any cash, but I always felt like Lynn was taking advantage of me for free.

[Anger +5]

What I mean is...

Lynn slowly stood up, her expression unchanged, and said slowly and deliberately, "I quit. Settle my salary immediately."

"Resign?"

Jack Ma's narrow eyes darted around before he blurted out, "You skipped work early on Friday and didn't complete a full week, so according to the rules, you'll only get half your salary."

The room fell silent immediately upon hearing this.

"Are you sure?" Lynn's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his face.

Jack Ma retorted, "That's just how the rules are here!"

The air froze for two seconds.

Lynn's gaze, almost tangible, locked onto Jack Ma until the latter felt a little uneasy, then the corners of her mouth suddenly curved upwards: "Okay, got it."

After saying that, Lynn took out 30 dollars and pressed it on the table. He looked at Jack Ma for a long time and then turned and left.

"That's right, it's good that the young man understands! If you work here, you have to follow my rules."

Jack Ma's tense face instantly relaxed, and he stuffed the 30 dollars into his pocket, his old face squeezing into a chrysanthemum shape.

"Boss, are you sure everything's okay?"

After Lynn left, the receptionist, Ah Zhen, leaned over and whispered, "Lin's eyes are so scary, like she's become a different person."

"Tch, what's there to be afraid of? He's practically trembling when he walks, what could he possibly do?"

Jack Ma, who received $30, has confirmed that Lynn is still the same submissive kid.

Let's not talk about him anymore.

Jack Ma turned around and hugged Ah Zhen from behind, his greasy pig hands reaching under her shirt.

"Ah~ Brother Ma is so mean, Ah Qiang is still behind us, what if he finds out..."

"Hehe, that's exactly the feeling I wanted."

……

Outside.

Lynn tilted his head and glanced at the three neon characters "Jack Horse" on the sign, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Having been given a second chance at life, no one can exploit him.

Nobody's here!

After leaving the restaurant, Lynn headed straight for the neighborhood where homeless people congregated.

"Lin!"

"Mr. Lynn."

Today, he was greeted with a warm welcome from the homeless community as soon as he appeared.

Mike, the homeless Black man, had the most genuine expression on his face.

However, when everyone noticed that Lynn was empty-handed, many people could not hide their disappointment.

But Mike, the black man, noticed something was off about Lynn's expression.

"Lin, is something wrong with you?"

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Lynn's eyes, and he shrugged helplessly.

"Bro, Jack Ma from the next block stopped me from delivering anything to you guys anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mike's expression suddenly darkened.

After a pause, Mike looked at Lynn with an extremely serious expression: "Jack Ma's leg is broken."

"Ah, when?"

"tonight."

……