Chapter 14: Three, Two, One, Smile

The United States is a fascinating country.

Economically, it leads the world.

Militarily, it remains strong in the mouths of news and American dogs.

As for security, even the American dogs can't wash it away.

Places like San Lodo are so dangerous that even Brother Black wouldn't dare to stroll around alone late at night.

Although Red Street is the CBD of the homeless, the time for homeless people to refresh themselves is relatively short during the day.

There is a large influx starting from ten o'clock onwards, and by seven in the afternoon, they're basically gone.

Even homeless people are afraid.

In bustling commercial streets in Los Angeles, there are patrols at night, so safety is naturally guaranteed.

But in places like Red Street

Anyway, Lisa and her team now feel extremely relieved.

For Lisa, spending a thousand dollars is the boss's money, buying her own safety.

Worth it!

For Lisa's colleagues, hiring a "professional, reliable" security guard not only ensures safety but also helps them quickly get their work done.

Perfect!

The only one who couldn't figure it out was the photographer guy.

His clothes were taken away, making him feel like he was inexplicably kicked out of the team.

He came out to work well but felt like an outsider.

"Chan, can I ask you a question?"

The three lines in front of the box truck were moving forward in an orderly manner, and Lisa turned her head to look at Chan.

After witnessing Chan's speech and method of doing things, she developed a keen interest in the Asian who seemed to be a "special agent."

"Don't ask presumptuous questions, you paid a thousand dollars, but I'm not doing in-depth business integration."

Chan joked with Lisa, the OC Perfume brand manager.

She was the first little boss he encountered in San Lodo, and there was still some value in communicating deeply.

The rhythm was too fast when discussing the terms of cooperation before, lacking depth and preparation.

Now he needed to break Lisa's guard in the communication and bring her closer.

Humor is a social tool that transcends race.

"F**k, in-depth integration? A thousand dollars is almost all you gave me."

Lisa gave Chan a disdainful glance and replied dissatisfiedly.

"Then you can ask, besides providing security solutions based on Red Street, I can also help you repair car cylinders, check headlights, and do exhaust pipe maintenance."

"You're also a car mechanic?"

"Of course, I'm proficient in repairing cars from various countries."

"How did we get onto the topic of cars? That's something you men are interested in. What I want to ask is, what did you do before?"

"Lisa, I suggest you take a sip of water and calm down. Don't be dazzled by my charm."

"Damn it, you're a damn car mechanic."

Watching the chief manager being thrown off balance, Chan couldn't help but laugh.

Lisa glared at him fiercely, her teeth clenching together in anger.

Her whole body tensed up.

Without continuing the conversation with Lisa, Chan's phone vibrated.

He opened his phone, and a message from the White Eagle (similar to Twitter, mentioned earlier) popped up.

"Chan, why are you flirting with the women at the relief station again?"

It was a message from Sanie, the Black Sister.

Instead of answering directly, Chan looked around at the crowd.

Not far away, Sanie noticed his gaze and waved to him.

Chan smiled at Lisa and said, "My friend is interested in your perfume. Do you mind if I take a set for her?"

Lisa glared at Chan, her face tense, and squeezed out a "Hmm" from her nose.

Seeing the chief manager, who was teased by himself into such a state of indignation, Chan shrugged.

He replied to Sanie on the White Eagle.

"I see you need perfume here. I helped you get a set and chatted with the person in charge here for a bit."

Seeing Chan's message, Sanie felt a bit strange.

Does he like me?

Is he trying to flirt with me?

Damn Asian jerk, just as indecisive as they say on the radio.

She stared at the chat box with Chan and hesitated to type a line of text.

After a long time, she finally sent it out.

"Is your phone charged? I brought you a power bank."

Chan replied, "Not yet. I plan to eat at the shelter later and charge my phone there."

Sanie glanced at Lisa standing next to Chan, lowered her head, and asked in the White Eagle.

"Do you want me to bring you the power bank first?"

Chan didn't want to trouble Sanie.

"Is it convenient? I don't want to trouble you."

"I'm coming over."

Seeing the Black Sister so righteous, Chan once again deeply understood the value of the phrase "walking with friends."

Having greeted Lisa and her team, he quietly took a set of perfume and handed it to Sanie.

"Why are you still wearing the same clothes as these volunteers?"

"To distribute items with them. You go eat first. If there's anything, contact me on the White Eagle."

Sanie nodded and picked up the perfume, then turned and left.

Watching the Black Sister's back, Chan's thoughts raced.

Sanie is indeed kind to me. I can consider her as a capable assistant for my future business.

But this girl doesn't seem to absorb knowledge.

There's a kind of innocence native to the Black Flag.

She needs nurturing.

However, these things are too far from the current reality of not even having a legal identity.

Focus on the present task first.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Lisa was full of curiosity.

Chan exuded a sense of mystery.

A homeless Asian who speaks excellent English, knows about car repairs, and security.

Could he be the driver of the North Korean president?

Lisa's curiosity made Chan change the topic.

"She's not. You can understand her as my partner, similar to our relationship."

Chan didn't quite understand Lisa's focus.

"Do you provide security services to her?"

Lisa had transformed into a curious baby.

It turns out that girls all over the world may awaken their gossip attributes.

Chan reluctantly changed the subject.

"Shall we take a picture together? It's an honor for me to be able to work with you kind girls."

Instead of continuing to answer Lisa's question, he called the photographer over to take a picture with him.

Work must leave a mark.

Otherwise, when it comes to settling accounts, it's easy to get into disputes.

Moreover, the "Perfume Equality" promoted by Lisa's team is an interesting topic.

It can be used as material for dynamic videos.

The documentary photographer in Lisa's team took over Chan's smartphone from him and continued to be his tool.

Chan pulled Lisa and stood behind the three sitting volunteers.

He signaled Lisa to raise her hand with him, pointing to the big slogan on the box truck.

There were the brand logo of OC Perfume and the slogan "Perfume Equality."

"Three, two, one, smile."