Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

Xiao Fu nodded vigorously: "Boss, leave the car buying to me. I know a guy who specializes in used cars; he'll guarantee we get a decent one!"

He felt relieved; the boss genuinely wanted to do legitimate business, not just change his name and hang around on the streets.

When he heard Li Ping say that he would register the car in his name, Devon nodded emphatically, a warm feeling welling up in his chest.

A sense of heaviness and pride mingled with a feeling of being trusted.

Old Tom nodded in agreement, "Devin is very reliable!"

Today, Li Ping brought some unwanted items such as a microwave oven, oven, and electronic scale with him when he moved, and handed them over to Old Tom to deal with.

Li Ping also planned to turn the backyard of the grocery store into Old Tom's workplace, as the bridgehead campsite, though spacious, was prone to losing things.

Just as everyone was excitedly discussing their upcoming ownership of their first bus, Li Ping's old cell phone rang shrilly.

An unfamiliar number, the caller ID shows it's a Los Angeles number.

Li Ping pressed the answer button, and a capable female voice came through: "Hello, is this the 'Bridge Hole Cleaning and Recycling Cooperative Association'? This is the Community Maintenance Department of ING Management Company."

We have some temporary lawn mowing and garbage collection work in the Albu community tomorrow, and we need six people. The daily wage is $150 per person, and lunch will be provided. Are you interested?

Li Ping shushed him, and the backyard instantly fell silent.

Li Ping's eyes were filled with surprise and joy.

ING Management Company? Albu Community? Isn't that Flora's territory?

Li Ping, holding his phone, responded with a bright smile:

"Of course I'm interested. Thank you for your call. We are professionals. Six of us will be there tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM, and we guarantee your satisfaction!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Ping told Li Ping about the matter, and an uncontrollable cheer erupted from the backyard.

Mike grabbed Fletcher by the neck: "Did you hear that, ING! Big company, our partnership will take us out of the slums!"

Devon rubbed his large, fan-like hands together, looked at Li Ping, his dark face shining with excitement, and his voice trembling slightly.

"Boss, is this an opportunity given to us by that Ms. Flora?"

He remembered Li Ping mentioning that this was a top figure who lived in Bibo Manor and whose casually discarded items were worth thousands of dollars.

"That's right, Devon."

Li Ping met his gaze, his voice not loud, but it resonated in everyone's heart.

This means it might be more than a one-time job.

"The opportunity has come, guys. Tomorrow's job has to be done flawlessly."

This is the key to our cooperation!

Night fell completely over Los Angeles, where neon lights and poverty mingled on street corners.

The group returned to Roland's camp with barely suppressed excitement.

The news was like a small bomb, reigniting the atmosphere in the camp.

"Una, Jermaine, are you free tomorrow?" Li Ping asked directly.

"I have time, I absolutely have to have time!"

Una answered quickly, exchanging a glance with Jermaine.

Jermaine nodded calmly, completely abandoning his original plan to stake out the day labor market.

Compared to ING's work, those odd jobs are nothing.

"I wish you success in securing this big order!"

Roland looked much better today; the tirade last night seemed to have relieved her of a lot of burdens.

She pulled a bunch of cooked food and beer out of the trunk of her used Chevrolet. "Come on, let's celebrate and thank everyone for their help last night."

Her gaze swept over everyone, lingering especially on Li Ping's face for a moment.

Li Ping grabbed a street-side steak, tore into it, and gulped down an ice-cold beer.

The Wanderer's talent quietly kicked in; food transformed into a warm current, washing away the day's fatigue and nourishing his increasingly robust physique.

He enjoyed this rough but genuine sense of satisfaction.

The lights flickered and danced, illuminating the smiling faces of the crowd.

Roland and Camilla sat on an old blanket. Roland touched Camilla's cup, lowering his voice.

"Thanks for helping me change my clothes last night; I accidentally threw up all over myself."

Camilla was counting on her fingers how much more she could earn if she also went to work at ING when she heard this and was stunned, blurting out the answer instinctively.

"Change clothes? It wasn't me. You were fast asleep when I got back last night."

"Not you?"

Roland raised a sharp eyebrow and immediately turned to Una, who was munching on a snack. "Una, is that you?"

Una's eyes darted around quickly, then she straightened her back and spoke with unwavering resolve.

"Yes, it's me!"

After saying that, he winked at Camilla.

Camilla: "oo!" I almost forgot.

Roland, with his keen perception, instantly sensed something amiss from Una's overly determined expression and Camilla's genuine bewilderment.

If it were Una or Camilla, given their considerate nature, they would definitely have changed her underwear that was soiled with vomit as well, but this morning...

She turned her head sharply, her gaze snapping like a searchlight to Li Ping, who was clinking glasses with Mike while holding a beer bottle.

Li Ping noticed the gaze, looked up, and met Roland's gray-blue eyes, which appeared exceptionally bright under the light.

A perfectly timed look of confusion crossed his face as he casually raised the wine bottle.

"Bro, wanna have a drink?"

Looking at his frank yet slightly questioning expression, Roland felt a sudden loss of confidence and even a slight urge to laugh, as if she had been seen through.

This beautiful woman is so drunk she's completely unconscious, and this guy only changed his outer clothes?

He truly deserves to be called her good brother!

"Li Ping, you're truly a trustworthy and excellent bro!"

Roland raised his glass. "That's a good deal. You guys can take my car tomorrow. I'm just going to the library to use their Wi-Fi, so I won't need it."

She tossed the car keys into the air to Li Ping, who looked puzzled and confused.

As night deepened and the noise subsided, the tent area fell silent. Li Ping called Li Fan into his tent.

"Brother, I have something to ask you." Li Ping said seriously.

"What's up, bro?" Li Fan sat down cross-legged.

"Learn bookkeeping; you'll be in charge of the cooperative's income and expenses from now on."

"I?"

Li Fan pointed to himself in astonishment, "Me...can I do this?"

"Why not?"

Li Ping patted his strong shoulder and said, "Our journey has just begun. As the business grows, the money and accounts will become more and more complicated."

I trust my own people to manage the money. You're not stupid; nine years of compulsory education should be more than enough to cover these expenses.

He paused, then said meaningfully, "We can't let that Fletcher manage it, can we? He has to count on his fingers even when he's calculating 9 times 9."

Li Fan chuckled at Fletcher's inability to keep track of accounts, and then nodded emphatically.

"Okay, bro, I'll learn. I promise I'll manage it perfectly for you!"

After seeing Li Fan off, Li Ping waited until midnight as usual.

Deep within his consciousness, the three cards appeared as expected.

[Xiao Ji: An independent documentary filmmaker is searching for homeless people with stories to tell in the slums. He'll offer $1000 for participating in filming and interviews.]

[Xiao Ji: A homeless veteran has developed a trust in you and is willing to teach you some basic close combat and firearms safety knowledge.]

[Major Misfortune: The wounded, armed fugitive remains hidden deep in the slums... (details omitted)]

Seeing the second tip about learning to shoot, it really reminded Li Ping that how could he become a grandmaster without practicing shooting?

"The homeless veteran must be Mike," Li Ping pondered.