Chapter 65: So Happy "Fxxk! No way! We were just talking about business! I'm a bar manager now! That's called a job title when working! Gus! Be careful or I'll punish you by making you clean the trash cans!" Mary raised her middle finger and cursed. "Ok, Manager Mary. You just arrived three minutes earlier than me and the boss noticed you and promoted you to manager. If my boyfriend hadn't pestered me to do morning exercises, this position would be mine now." Gus rolled his eyes, a little speechless. After hearing what her colleague said, Mary began to doubt Zhang Ailan's motives. He's not really doing this for me, is he? But I already have a boyfriend, this is just a deal! I can only say that this is what love-brain is like. Zhang Allen followed Mary out the door, walked around a long circle, and came to the backyard. "Look, this is your workplace. You should have been here before, but that road has been blocked, so we can only take a long detour and come here from the back door. You will collect the garbage on time every day. There is no hourly wage, but you will have a garbage truck as standard. All the money you earn from selling cans is yours. You need to drive this truck and transport them to the waste disposal center in the suburbs." Mary took the key, opened the iron gate, and brought Zhang Allen to the yard. It was still the familiar backyard, but Old Mike was gone now, and his epic equipment was scattered all over the ground. "If you agree, I'll give you this key." Mary took out the key to the garbage truck and said with a smile, "But you don't need to be too busy. After all, the bar business has been closed. Maybe you will need to move the garbage every two or three days?"
Zhang Ailun doesn't think so. Once your boss finds the next buyer, the business will open. After all, money is a powerful motivator. If the other party wants to raise the price of the bar, they must have included the second half of the business. Without the Singed Gang, there will be the Singed Flying Gang, the Singeds Gang... all kinds of forces waiting to sell leaves, and the last thing on the streets is opportunistic black gangs. Those small gangs can't afford to open clubs and game halls, so they can only rent them together with bars and share the profits from sales. Zhang Ailun took a look at the garbage truck and was surprised that it had a complete range of services, including a dedicated vehicle. He immediately nodded and agreed, "Leave it to me with confidence." "You should have a valid driver's license, right, Hamburg?" Mary asked, holding the car keys and preparing to give them to him. She suddenly asked, "If you are driving without a license, I dare not give you this car with confidence. You'd better use this car for its proper use instead of doing other business behind our backs." "Don't worry, there are plenty of people on my team who can drive." Zhang Ailun felt that the other party still didn't trust his character. "No one would choose to drive a garbage truck to race with others, right? The function of a garbage truck is just to transport garbage." "You're right!" Mary nodded in approval and handed the door lock key and car key to her with confidence. Then he asked, "Hamburg, did you come to the bar yesterday?" Zhang Ailun was surprised and asked, "I came here once. How did you know? Did a colleague tell you?" "Because the police officer watched the surveillance video of the bar hall yesterday when taking the statement. My colleague also provided some records of guests coming in and out. It's not a big deal, but you seem to be coming for me?" Mary looked at Zhang Allen and smiled slightly: “You’d better admit that you came here to drink, not for anything else!” "You misunderstood me. I came to see you because I saw homeless people illegally carrying guns on other streets and the police had conflicts with them. Those black people seemed to be gang members who contracted the bar. I was a little worried that this incident would affect your life safety, so I came to see you, but I didn't expect that you happened to take a leave." Zhang Ailun admitted frankly. Mary recalled that there was indeed a shooting incident yesterday afternoon at about the same time. She didn't expect Zhang Ailun to be so kind as to remind her specifically. He immediately came over and hinted, "Hamburger, do you want to do some other activities?" "For example?" Zhang Ailun looked around and saw that there was no one around. The other person put his hand on his shoulder and started to act dishonestly. "Pay me $50 and I can make you so happy!" Mary licked the corner of her mouth. "Good suggestion. But I have other things to do today and don't want to waste too much energy. Besides, I don't think this scene and atmosphere are suitable." Zhang Ailun glanced at the trash can and had no intention of having sex outdoors.
"Next time, I will definitely do it next time." "Okay. It's just a simple suggestion. After all, I'm also very busy. I also need to clean up and try to open the business earlier." After seeing that Zhang Allen had no ideas today, Mary gave up decisively. After chatting about business for a while, they added each other as friends on the chat app. Then they parted ways. Mary returned to the bar, and Gus was also shocked by their efficiency. "So fast? Your guests are too happy, aren't they?" He couldn't hide his envy and jealousy. If all her customers were quick shooters like this, how much more money would she make in a day? "You think too much! Nothing happened between us." Mary raised her middle finger fiercely and immediately began to criticize the work, "You mopped the floor? Why is there still dirt on it? Gus, I can't pretend that I didn't see anything!" "Come on, Mary, why can't you be more tolerant of me! That's enough, the floor is for walking on, and no matter how much you mop it, it will never be as white as your butt." Gus rolled his eyes. "Fuck! When you become a manager someday, you will definitely be more demanding than me." Mary said righteously, "Besides, I do more work than you do. You are just being lazy!" The two people started arguing about the matter. …… Zhang Ailun left the Sanji Bar and rode his bike to visit the unique scenery of the West Coast streets. Various tents were bulging on the roadside like graves. Several white police officers were holding rubber batons and surrounding a black homeless man, interrogating him. The general content is that the other party is suspected of stealing some things from the community, and is required to show his identification documents. Illegal begging in the vicinity is also not allowed. White homeless people are allowed, but black homeless people are not! Zhang Ailun knew that Lao Hei's life would become a little difficult in the next few days and he was starting to have trouble going on. I found another open convenience store on the street and spent $5 to buy a healthy meal specially provided for fitness people, which included oatmeal bread with chicken breast, a box of low-fat milk, and date cake as dessert to fill my stomach. Nutritious, delicious, but tasteless. I rode my bike and ate while walking. If I didn’t want to walk anymore, I would sit on a bench by the road and watch the morning scenery. After eating, I would throw the waste into the trash can. On the way, we encountered a relief food truck on the side of the road and got a free cream puff. But it tasted too sweet and Zhang Ailun couldn't eat it after just one bite. He felt that he was a bit picky about food now. He was used to eating food bought from convenience stores and the relief meals were no longer appealing to him. I handed it to the person in line, a homeless woman with dishevelled hair and a shoeless face. Using Google Maps, I searched for the Green Door Laundry on Viking Street. Zhang Ailun didn't expect that there would be a similar flea market, or black market, in the Sixth Block! Right under his nose. Glancing at the time, the black guy should be getting ready to set up his stall. I rode my bike past the checkpoint. (End of this chapter)