Chapter 15: Fat Ding Square

Time was gradually approaching noon.

The rate of turnover among the homeless on Red Street gradually reached its peak.

Under Chan's organization, three teams simultaneously distributed relief supplies.

The quantity of materials quickly diminished.

Before noon, all the perfume brought by Lisa's team was distributed.

"Chan, regarding that thousand dollars, you might need to accompany me to the bank to withdraw cash."

It's not that they couldn't afford to use credit cards, but cash was more cost-effective.

As a homeless man, cash was the simplest, cost-free option for Chan.

No need to leave a trail for the tax authorities.

"In this situation, how will your company handle the accounting?"

Chan asked as he packed up the tables.

He had heard about the prowess of the IRS and was concerned that they might take a portion of his money.

"We have an accounting firm; you don't need to worry. They will handle the accounting for one-time labor compensation like this."

Clearly, Lisa was also unaware of the complexities involved.

"Everyone, get on the truck. Let's find a restaurant to have a big meal and celebrate the successful completion of the event. Don't worry, the company is footing the bill!"

Lisa arranged for the girls to get on the truck, then gestured to Chan.

Following Lisa's gaze as she walked, Chan noticed a parked Tesla Model S.

A luxury Tesla with sports car performance and a geeky vibe.

Lisa opened the car door and provocatively looked at Chan.

"Can you fix this car?"

She didn't know what had come over her, but at this moment, she genuinely wanted to stump Chan.

Ever since this man appeared, he had been controlling the flow of their conversation, igniting her competitive spirit.

"Lisa, I admit I spoke to you too loudly earlier today, but you might consider hiring me as your driver."

Chan wasn't interested in fixing a Tesla. The brand operated on a direct sales model, and early repairs could only be done at brand-owned service centers.

His interest lay in Lisa.

Different from Zhao Hongjin.

Lisa was a small boss, the type Chan could get his hands on right away.

If he could seize this rich woman.

All the difficulties of surviving in Los Santos for ten days would be easily resolved.

"Stop talking nonsense and get in the car!"

Chan's expression changed too quickly, and Lisa shot him a glance before sitting in the driver's seat.

"Are we going to the bank now?"

Glancing at the Madagascar penguin figurine inside the car, Chan asked.

"Let's eat first; my blood sugar is dropping."

Lisa replied.

"Alright, can I charge your car?"

Chan didn't miss any opportunity to take advantage.

When you have nothing, you can take advantage anywhere.

When life hits rock bottom, anything you do is a rebound.

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

"I'm coming over."

Seeing how righteous Chan was, Lisa once again deeply understood the value of having friends when you're out and about.

Having already greeted Lisa, Chan discreetly handed a perfume set to Sani.

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

"Delivering things with them. You go ahead and eat first; contact me on Twitter if you need anything."

Sani nodded and took the perfume, then left.

Watching Sani's figure, Chan's mind raced.

Sani had indeed been good to him. He might consider her as a capable ally in his future endeavors.

But this girl didn't seem like she had absorbed much knowledge.

She had a kind of innocence native to the Black Flag.

She needed nurturing.

But all these thoughts were far from his current situation, where he didn't even have a legal identity.

First, focus on the present.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Lisa was full of curiosity.

Chan exuded an air of mystery.

A wandering Asian man who spoke fluent English, knew about car repairs, and understood security.

Was he perhaps the driver for the President of North Korea?

Lisa was intrigued by the mysteries surrounding Chan.

"No, you could say she's my partner, similar to our relationship."

Chan didn't quite understand Lisa's focus.

"Do you provide security services for her?"

Lisa had turned into a curious baby.

It turns out that girls worldwide might awaken their gossiping tendencies.

Basic trust between people, isn't it?

Chan gave up explaining further.

"Alright, pick a Chinese restaurant; it's been a while since I've had food from my hometown."

Late-stage cancer patients often couldn't eat normally.

The side effects of chemotherapy drugs could damage the digestive system.

Many chemotherapy treatments were like fighting poison with poison.

For late-stage cancer patients, enjoying a good meal was a luxury.

Chan's brow furrowed slightly as he recalled the taste of disinfectant in the hospital.

Feeling the wind slipping through his fingers, he confirmed that he was still alive.

Alive, and about to enjoy a meal. Though the new beginning was difficult, it was imminent.

"I know Chinese cuisine; General Tso's chicken is delicious."

Lisa's response left Chan speechless.

General Tso had reclaimed Xinjiang and repelled the Russian Empire.

With such great achievements, he was less well-known than a plate of chicken.

"General Tso's chicken is an adaptation of Chinese cuisine tailored to American tastes."

Chan explained the history of Americanized Chinese cuisine briefly.

"Chinese cuisine tends to be less sweet, but Americans like sweet food, so Chinese restaurants in the US tend to make Chinese food sweeter."

"Ding Fat Noodle House has high ratings; what do you think?"

Lisa chose a restaurant and sought Chan's opinion.

Ding Fat Square, a well-known gathering place for electronic pets in the past life.

It produced various abstract geniuses.

The Puff Warrior Sweet Donut, the Honest Gold Medal Lecturer, and other stars gathered here.

Chan didn't know how to comment.

"Sure, this noodle house is also famous in China."

Since they were already here, why not visit the center of the universe for electronic pet lovers?

During the painful treatment period, these electronic pets had brought him joy.