The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 158
After drinking, the two of them wandered around the two residential areas one after another, watching the sun start to set, and then started to walk back;

According to Jefferson, it is best for homeless people to live in the light of the sun. Once they lose the protection of the sun, they may be hurt by the evil of human nature lurking in the dark.

Yang Zhu followed his advice very obediently, and on the way back, he spent all his "savings" in the shop that was willing to sell their liquor, and bought several more cans of beer and a large bag of snacks.

After rambling for half the night, the two went to bed early.

………………

The next day, Jefferson got up early for the first time: "Hey! Yang, get up quickly!"

Yang Zhu was recovering from the pile of papers, and lazily opened his eyes when he heard the words: "My friend, why did you get up so early today?"

Jefferson held a few beer cans on the ground in his arms with a guilty conscience, and then opened the shutter door with his foot: "Hurry up and help, dispose of these beer cans and snack bags."

Yang Zhu didn't know why, but seeing his terrified expression like a child who did something wrong, he had no choice but to follow suit. The two of them went in and out a few times, and after roughly disposing of the garbage made last night, the nervousness on Jefferson's face finally disappeared. slowly faded away;
Yang Zhu asked curiously: "Brother, what happened? Why are you so nervous?"

Jefferson asked eastward, sniffed westward, and then pulled the shutter door higher: "I forgot to tell you, [House for the Homeless] has clear regulations that the homeless they assist must not drink alcohol, otherwise they will no longer help; "

"Uh... You also come out for a while, untie your clothes, and slap it hard a few times, so that there should be no smell of alcohol on your body."

Yang Zhu looked at Jefferson who unbuttoned his clothes like a big gray moth and kept flapping his arms, a little funny:

"Come on, man, we've only had six beers in total, can that be called alcoholism?"

"Also, it's been almost ten hours, and the smell of alcohol has long since dissipated. Why are you so nervous?"

Jefferson looked at the sky outside. It should be around nine o'clock. It was indeed a long time before they finished drinking, but he still urged Yang Zhu to dance the "Grey Moth Dance" with him:
"Hey, Yang, you have to believe me, that little bitch Jeff has a better nose than a dog, I bet she can smell the alcohol on your body last month;"

"If you don't follow me, they refuse to provide you with assistance, don't regret it!"

Yang Zhu was a little helpless, so he had to follow suit, so the two homeless men on the street spun around like grizzly bears dancing their clothes. What about performance art?

"Yang Da..., no, Yang Zhu, and Jefferson, what are you doing?" the voice of Prince Lin came;

I saw him standing in front of a semi-old Chevrolet, looking at the two with their arms fluttering in surprise.

"Hey man, are you here so early?"

Jefferson greeted him, then remembered something, and hurriedly asked:

"what time is it now?"

Prince Lin took out his mobile phone and looked at it: "Nine eleven."

Only then did Jefferson heave a sigh of relief, and then leaned closer to the clothes and smelled them. He seemed to feel that they were almost ready, and slapped them hard a few more times before pulling up the clothes.

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five past ten;
In the small warehouse, there are two young Americans, a man and a woman;

After chatting with Jefferson, the girl in a denim shirt and ponytail walked a few steps, came to Yang Zhu and looked at him, with a gentle smile on her slightly round face:

"Yang, hello, I'm your new friend Jeff, and I'm also a member of [Homeless Home];"

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

Yang Zhu glanced at the young man behind Jeff, with a trace of fear on his sluggish face, his body shrank back like a nerve reflex, and after hesitating for a while, he finally nodded.

Seeing Yang Zhu's expression, Jeff first complained to the young man behind him: "Lian, you're scaring our new friend!"

The young man named Ryan seemed to have received a great grievance, shrugged helplessly, then took a few steps back, and started talking with Lin Tu beside him.

Seeing Ryan leaving, Jeff, like a kindergarten teacher, first made a few mischievous expressions and said a few humorous words before getting to the point:

"Yang, may I know how many years you have been in the United States?"

Yang Zhu thought for a while, then hesitated: "Four years."

Jeff continued to ask: "Then may I know how long you have been a homeless person?"

Yang Zhu pretended to be thinking: "It's been almost a year."

Jeff gave an encouraging smile: "Very good, this is a good start; you see, we can talk like friends."

I asked several very simple questions one after another, such as what did I eat this morning, how old is this year, what country is it from, etc.;
Yang Zhu also cooperated to gradually increase the fluency of his answers, but he was a little wary in his heart. Does this girl study psychology?

If as expected, the next question will start to increase in sensitivity and get to the substantive content.

Sure enough, after a few more simple but progressively sensitive questions, Jeff asked:
"May I know what you used to do?"

Yang Zhu had already prepared the belly draft, looked at Jeff who had been paying attention to his eyes and facial expressions, and said with an attitude of gradually letting go of his arms: "I used to be a helper in the kitchen."

Jeff seemed gentle and casual, but did not leave Yang Zhu any time to think, and asked, "Which restaurant is it?"

There was a little self-love on Yang Zhu's face, and he fabricated the name of an unfounded restaurant in Chinatown without hesitation. He knew that the other party would not check it out, and all the other party needed was his reaction.

Sure enough, Jeff made a very surprised expression: "XX Chinese restaurant, I have been there; the food there is delicious; well, I like Chinese food; but why did you lose this job?"

Yang Zhu hesitated for a moment, then said with some frustration:
"Because I once got into an argument with a racist drunk outside a restaurant, which ended in a physical altercation," he said.

"However, the drunk is still a gangster of a local gang;"

"Later, the gangster came to find fault several times. Although the boss asked someone to mediate, I was fired by the boss."

Jeff looked at Yang Zhu's slightly decadent eyes, showing pity on her face. As a sociology student who often hangs out with her, she naturally knew that although Huaxia Street looked prosperous, the social and ecological environment in private was extremely chaotic;
Although after observation, Yang Zhu's danger has been basically ruled out, but she still asked as usual:
"But as far as I know, although the salary of a chef is far lower than that of a chef, Chinese cuisine is very popular in the United States. Your Huaxia restaurant business is very good, and your income should be pretty good, as long as you don't mess around. Hua, your savings should be enough for you to find another job, why did you become a homeless person?"

Yang Zhu seemed to be unable to speak, he was silent for a while, and finally let out a long breath:

"Because I don't have a US citizen ID, no one will accept me except Huaxia Street;"

Looking at Jeff who was slightly surprised, Yang Zhu smiled wryly and said:
"Yes, I am a stowaway."

"Every day I squeeze into my boss's house with others, squeeze into my boss's van to go to work with my colleagues in the morning, and squeeze into the van back to my boss's house to sleep in the evening."

"In the four years since I came to the United States, I have hardly stepped out of Huaxia Street,"

"So, when I was fired by my boss, and I couldn't go back to my country, and I ran into a wall looking for a job, what else could I do besides waiting to spend all my savings and become a homeless person?"

Jeff is not surprised. It is no secret that snakeheads are prevalent in places like Huaxia Street, Daoguo City, Bangzi City, and Cactus City.

If the police are willing to conduct raids, at least 15-20% of the people in these places have neither valid passports nor U.S. citizen IDs. These people who cherish the "American Dream" can only act like cattle after they come here. Although being controlled and exploited by his compatriots is far less miserable than the original black slaves, they still live in extreme poverty and depression.

Next, Jeff asked Yang Zhu if he had experience of XD and alcoholism, but Yang Zhu denied them one by one;

After expressing his apology to Yang Zhu first, Jeff asked Ryan, who was having a good chat with Lin Tu, to come over, undressed Yang Zhu, and checked for pinholes in his arms and abdomen;
Although he was a little surprised that as a homeless person, Yang Zhu's skin was not as dry and wrinkled as other people's, but he immediately gave himself an answer based on the differences in race and personal physique.

Seeing Yang Zhu's meek and cooperative look, Jeff felt that there was no need to ask any more questions. She was just checking the dangers and hidden dangers of the rescued person, not those disgusting FBI;

So he stretched out his right hand without hesitation: "Yang, congratulations, you have passed our review, we will be true friends from now on, we will arrange a suitable residence for you before tomorrow afternoon, and provide you with The corresponding training and materials allow you to deal with those police officers."

Yang Zhu showed an expression of surprise at the right time, and then said hesitantly:

"Thank you for your kindness! But, can you arrange me around here?"

Looking at Jefferson at the side, Yang Zhu said cozily, "I get along very well with Jefferson. If possible, I don't want to be too far away from my friend."

Jeff smiled: "I'm glad you can become friends with Jefferson. I believe that you two will never be alone when you are together."

"As for your request, I don't think it's a big problem. Anyway, there are still many vacant shops and houses near the street."

When Jefferson heard that Yang Zhu was so "attached" to himself, he couldn't help but smile:

"Angel Jeff, don't worry, Yang will be safe with me here!"

Jeff glanced at him angrily, and then said to Yang Zhu: "Yang, Jefferson is a very good friend, but you must remember, don't be led into a drunkard by him, you know, as a homeless , Once drunk, no one can guarantee that something terrible will happen."

Looking at Jefferson, who was murmuring dissatisfaction, Yang Zhu nodded emphatically: "Thank you for your advice, I will remember it, in fact, I don't like drinking."

Jeff nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and walked towards Frye who was at the door. Frye saw her coming and immediately shouted to her excitedly: "Hey, Jeff, I've decided to be Lin's referrer, he He is a real gentle and kind-hearted person, and he is indeed a person with more than two years of social experience. He gave me a lot of opinions and ideas, which I think is great!!"

"Oh?"

Jeff took a few glances at Lin Tu, who was dressed simply, but his temperament was quite different from ordinary people.

Looking at his slightly feminine face, but with rather handsome features, the trace of doubt in his eyes quietly dissipated, replaced by watery spring eyes:
"Lin, can you tell me something about it?" Jeff said with a smile like a flower, looking a bit nympho.

Seeing this, Yang Zhu, who was observing silently, couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, and then gave a soundless pooh:
This dog-like world of looking at faces...

(End of this chapter)