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

In America, especially among those working at the bottom of society, you can't do without this knowledge. Find some time to talk to Mike and learn from him.

As for the first point, he himself absolutely does not want to appear in any documentary.

But with a thousand dollars, he focused his mind on the first card, "Small Fortune".

Flip the card to reveal the location and time the director might appear tomorrow afternoon.

"Tell Mike tomorrow to bring a few of his buddies to give it a try."

Li Ping figured this out as a way to earn some extra money for his men, with him taking a cut.

After making his choice, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Li Ping woke up on time according to his biological clock, crawled out of his sleeping bag, and felt so full of energy that he was about to burst.

My body seemed to have been strengthened in ways that were difficult to discern with the naked eye, and the muscle lines looked like they were being sculpted by flowing water in the morning light.

He had a feeling that if he arm-wrestled again now, he would win against Devin much more easily than yesterday.

He glanced at the line of grayish-white text in his mind: [Homeless (current identity seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune)].

Its radiance has largely solidified, and perfection is imminent.

Devon drove Roland's Chevrolet, carrying Li Ping, Li Fan, Una, Jermaine, and his clever Mexican-American brother—a group of six, all dressed in matching orange uniforms—to the Albu community.

The car was a bit crowded, but no one complained.

When they arrived, they discovered that the job wasn't to help a particular family, but rather to mow the lawns and shrubs in several public areas of the community, as well as clean up several piles of discarded building materials and debris.

Li Ping, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed the temporary garbage dumps in several households in the community, where there were many discarded but clearly still valuable items.

A slightly worn-out wrought iron bed frame, a stroller with one wheel broken, a vacuum cleaner with a dented exterior...

An idea struck him, and he found the property manager supervising the scene, a slightly overweight middle-aged white man wearing a polo shirt.

"Mr. Gray,"

Li Ping smiled sincerely and pointed to those areas, "Can we dispose of these discarded items along with the waste when we clean up? I guarantee we'll clean it up thoroughly and leave no trace."

Property manager Gray glanced at their uniforms and, thinking that this was a group that had been specially instructed by higher-ups, their attitude was naturally quite good.

Hearing this implied meaning, and glancing at the tattered clothes, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Sure, but don't make a mess of it and don't disturb the residents."

"Don't worry, we are professionals."

Li Ping stepped forward half a step, and very naturally pulled out a folded hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, then slipped it into the other person's hand during the handshake.

"If there are similar cleaning tasks in the future, please contact us anytime. Our Bridge Underpass Cooperation Association will provide excellent service."

Gray felt the hardness in his palm, his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, then his fingers tightened, and the professional smile on his face instantly became more genuine.

He lowered his voice, as if mentioning it casually: "Every Tuesday and Thursday morning in the Albu community is a fixed large garbage collection day. Residents usually put the things they don't want in the garbage corner the night before."

Li Ping was overjoyed and immediately handed over another business card: "Mr. Gray, it's a pleasure to meet you. I think we can become good friends."

"Of course, Mr. Li Ping."

Gray took the business card, shook hands, and said, "Tristan Gray, I look forward to working with you again."

After walking a few steps, Li Ping immediately called Xiao Fu: "How's the car search going? Decide on it as soon as possible, preferably today, we need it urgently!"

By 3 p.m., the work was almost finished, and the community's public areas looked brand new.

Just then, a slightly muffled engine sound came from behind.

Xiao Fu drove a rather flashy bright red Toyota Tacoma pickup truck and slowly pulled up to the side of the road in the community.

Although the car body shows signs of age, it is well-maintained and shines in the sunlight.

"Boss, Brother Devin, take a look at this one!"

Xiao Fu jumped out of the car, a sense of accomplishment on his face. "It's a 2006 model, not many miles, the previous owner was an old guy, and the maintenance records are complete."

Although it's a bit old, this truck has a stable chassis and a large cargo bed!

He patted the sturdy car door. "We finally settled on $5,600, which included the transfer of ownership and basic insurance. The original tape recorder still works."

Devon circled the pickup truck twice, his rough hands stroking the body, his eyes gleaming.

Li Ping inspected the engine and chassis, then nodded: "Okay, this is it."

He looked at Devon, "Devin, from now on, you are the master of this chariot."

Devon took a deep breath, nodded emphatically, and took the keys from Xiao Fu, feeling his palms burning.

The cooperative will have a vehicle, a pickup truck that can carry both people and cargo.

Li Ping opened the car door and jumped into the passenger seat.

"Let's go, Devon, let's take our new car and patrol the battlefield!"

......

Time itself has no value; before you know it, three days have passed.

Late Thursday night, in a tent at the bridge-hole campsite, Li Ping, using the dim light of his phone, tallied up the gains of the past few days.

Guided by the cards on the panel, and a small gang conflict that turned the tables without any real danger, the other side wanted to take over the back alley of Fiery Rose that they had occupied.

It wasn't the Whale Gang, but another newly emerging small gang, the Mad Shark Gang.

All in all, his personal cash reserves have increased considerably, and with the steadily growing income from the Bridge Cave Cooperation Association's public account, the funds he can mobilize have quietly approached the $20,000 mark.

The most stable source of income comes from ING Management.

Since the day the Albu community tested the waters, ING has been sending us jobs every day for three consecutive days, with a minimum of six people and a maximum of ten people at one time.

Each time, I go to different middle-class communities to do lawn mowing, garbage collection, and simple maintenance of public facilities.

The daily wage is a stable $150 per person, paid in cash.

Li Ping accompanied the team almost every day.

However, he doesn't participate much in the actual trimming and moving; he always lingers at various community garbage dumps, picking up trash.

An old-fashioned table lamp, a set of slightly worn solid wood chairs, a few potted plants...

The [Wanderer] talent can only be fully utilized when it perfectly matches his current identity.

He never forgets his identity as a homeless person.

After three days of wandering and being fed plenty of food, the [Wanderer] seems to have reached a bottleneck in the basic strengthening of its body.

The muscles no longer grow, but instead contract and condense inward, resulting in extremely clear and smooth lines. Each muscle fiber seems to have been meticulously sculpted, embodying the beauty of a perfect balance between explosive power and endurance.

Now he can suppress Li Fan in just ten seconds by arm wrestling.

The early autumn air was already chilly, so he had to wear a long-sleeved shirt and trousers to cover up his overly conspicuous muscles, leaving only his increasingly handsome face with its defined features.

Fearing that excessive fitness training would attract men, Devon has already started asking him to teach him how to work out.

Not only that, on Tuesday he accidentally cut his leg with a sharp piece of metal, causing him to bleed quite a bit.

He didn't take it seriously and continued to eat and drink as usual.

When I woke up on Wednesday morning, the wound was almost completely healed, leaving only a faint pink mark.

This astonishing recovery ability secretly surprised even Li Ping himself.

This talent is somewhat beyond the realm of common sense.

On Wednesday afternoon, he took some time to take the written test for his driver's license and passed it easily.

The driving test simulation arranged by the agent, White, went very smoothly. The guy patted his chest and assured him, "Bro, with your skills, you can go straight to the test on Friday and pass it with your eyes closed."

Most importantly, after several days of wandering, the words representing his current identity appeared deep in his consciousness.

[Homeless person (currently seeking to avoid misfortune)]

The grayish-white light on it was gradually filled with a warm and solid silver glow.