Gray-White Orange

When Allen Zhang opened my eyes, he found himself on the free air of the West Coast. 
He became a city explorer. 
He started off with no dog, no identity, not even a tent. 
Fortunately, he gained a daily intelligence system and made many like-minded friends. 
[Daily Intelligence: At the club on 134 Hopson Street, there are a large number of recyclable cans and clear beverage bottles in the green trash bin in the alley.] 
[Daily Intelligence: In the red trash can on 96 Eito Street, there are unfinished burgers and 7 fresh flowers, as well as an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir red wine.] 
[Daily Intelligence: Your good neighbor Jesse has a scratch-off lottery ticket worth $5000 in their tent!]
[Daily Intelligence: Mike's junkyard is selling a 1976 GMC camper van that has been parked in the suburbs for twenty years for a low price of $200. Details: At the Old Pick Garage, there is someone who can fix it.] 
Fxxk!! Life has turned into a ridiculous scavenger game. 
Allen Zhang decides to start leveling up from the streets of the novice village, striving for a better tomorrow.

America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Allen Zhang still couldn't manage to get up on time, nor was he awoken by the alert tone from the "Daily Information." Instead, he was roused early in the morning by Simone's calling voice.


"Allen! Get up! Are you awake? Stop sleeping! I've got something to ask you."


Allen Zhang groggily opened his eyes, somewhat puzzled about why she was up so early today.


He unzipped the tent and poked his head out. He saw her in a knit cap, with a backpack on, a bicycle parked outside the bridge, fully equipped.


Allen Zhang was confused by her, "What are you doing? Why are you up so early?"


He quickly thought of something and exclaimed, "You're not going to participate in some errand activity, are you?"


"Forget it, I'm not interested, and I don't want to get myself into any trouble," Allen Zhang hastily shook his head.


The black piece from yesterday's Zero-Dollar Purchase just died like that; it's a very dangerous errand task.


Chapter 36 Delegation