pjbooks Chapter 112 New Mission and Rental Plan
Chapter 112 New Mission and Rental Plan
Chapter 112 New Mission and Rental Plan
Half an hour later, SkidRow, Happy Hour Bar.
The owner, Gragas, held two small glasses filled with strong vodka, hovering them above a wide glass full of beer.
He rolled his eyes, glancing at Ma Jieke and Donya on either side of the table.
*Gulp*
As the small glass sinks to the bottom of the wide-mouthed glass, the vodka and beer blend together, and a powerful "depth charge" is ready.
The two quickly picked up their glasses and tilted their heads back to gulp down the drinks.
A group of people, their faces flushed from drinking, surrounded the group, cheering them on.
"Gulp... gulp... gulp..."
At first it was okay, but when I had drunk two-thirds of it, I couldn't take it anymore. My stomach was burning, and I felt like it was about to explode.
"Pfft!" He lost his composure and instantly turned into a human spray bottle, ruining everything.
Across from her, Donya finished her drink, put the glass on the table, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and looked like she still wanted more.
"My God, is there no one who can handle her?" Seeing that even the final contestant, Ma Jie, had been defeated, Jimmy slurred, "I now seriously suspect that what's flowing through this woman's veins isn't blood, but ethanol."
Good heavens! How can someone drink like that and not get drunk? This is the work of a poet from Wanquan County!
"That's right." Fiona couldn't help but nod in agreement: "I feel like in this world, apart from Frank, no one can do anything about her."
"Who is Frank?" Ma Jie asked, knowing the answer already.
Sandy helped explain: "Fiona's dad is an old alcoholic living in Chicago's South Side who wishes he could spend every day in a vat of alcohol."
"Okay, take me to visit my father-in-law sometime."
"Jack, go to hell!" Fiona laughed and raised her fist, punching him in the back.
Although I'm not young anymore and have had several boyfriends, my romantic experiences are hard to describe.
Everyone joked around without restraint and drank until late at night before returning to camp.
Ma Jieke doesn't remember who drove the car or how he got home, but he vaguely remembers having physical contact with several people.
Anyway, when I opened my eyes again, the scene in front of me was absolutely amazing.
Sandy clung to him from behind like an octopus, while Fiona lay sprawled beside him, wearing only a bra and panties, sleeping like a log.
He was holding a little bird in his arms, his posture so alluring, it was none other than his best buddy Jimmy.
Ma Jieke's mind went blank for a moment. This...this...this, is this right?
Just as they were completely bewildered, the tent flap was suddenly pulled open, and Max poked his head in: "What time is it? Why aren't you up yet? What are you planning to...? What?! What are you doing?!"
"Oh my god, my eyes are going blind."
Her shout woke everyone up.
The two girls were fine, but when Jimmy realized who he was hugging, he was so shocked that he quickly pushed her away and grabbed a women's T-shirt to put on.
"That's my short-sleeved shirt!" Sandy snatched the shirt away.
"Oh shit, I've lost my perfect attendance bonus for this month."
Fiona glanced at her watch, then clutched her head in frustration and let out a mournful sigh.
"I really didn't expect you guys to have so much fun."
Max clicked his tongue repeatedly: "Especially you, Jimmy, you still dare to say your sexual orientation is okay?"
"Fuck! This is a complete misunderstanding."
Jimmy, blushing, ran back to the opposite tent, subconsciously took off his pants, and checked himself over. It seemed... he didn't feel anything at all?
Only Ma Jieke seemed to have given up, thinking, "It's all the same now, whatever, let it be. If you try to explain, it will only make things worse."
I glanced at the time, and wow, it was already 1 p.m. Looks like yesterday's drinking session really got to me.
Who would have thought that Mao Mei was so fierce? The leader of the Bow Gang and the heads of various branches were wiped out by her alone.
After getting up, he shamelessly went to Max's RV to take a shower and then checked the day's tasks.
[Main Mission: Ride an 8-mile bicycle through the streets of Los Angeles] Reward Value: ★
[Side Quest: Stop a Random Crime] Reward Value: ★★☆
[Challenge Mission: Organize and execute a bank robbery, with a minimum amount of ten million US dollars involved.] Settlement Value: ★★★★★★★★
Holy crap, an eight-star mission? Organizing a bank robbery? You think too highly of me?
Putting everything else aside, when you rob a bank, you need accomplices to cooperate, right? Where am I supposed to find accomplices?
With the few guys in the camp, robbing a bank or even a fruit stand would be a huge hassle, let alone robbing one.
Cycling is a good option; you can treat it as exercise.
As for stopping crime, that requires a case-by-case analysis. In any case, there are many paths to take, but safety is the most important.
After all, this is the US server, with 300 million people and 400 million guns. It's easy to get into a fight over something, so it's better to be safe than sorry.
Emerging from the bathroom, Ma Jieke dried his wet hair with a towel, then casually opened the car refrigerator and took out a 1L bottle of fresh milk.
"Jack! Do you think I'm too easy to talk to?" Seeing his casual attitude, Max glared at him fiercely: "This is my house, you're the neighbor, not the head of the household, okay?"
"What's the difference?" After taking a few sips of milk, she put the car back in its original spot. "You really plan to live in a campervan for the rest of your life? Even if you can stand it, Little Pudding can't, right?"
"Agreed." Little Pudding, who was engrossed in playing her Switch, turned around and firmly supported Jack Ma's idea.
"You agree to my ass!" Max blew on her bangs as she looked at her unambitious daughter. "If your mom were the First Lady, you could move to the moon and nobody would care. But I'm not, and there's no rich, foolish guy willing to be your stepfather. So until my income stabilizes, you'll stay here. It'll help you toughen up and develop your will to survive."
"Oh Mommy, I've been training for many years now. If possible, I'd like to train my ability to live in a house and spend money next."
"This ability doesn't need training!" Max snatched her game console. "Entertainment time's over. Go read a book. Don't make me repeat myself."
Little Pudding said angrily, "But today is the weekend, and I made plans to go on an extracurricular activity with my classmates."
"What extracurricular activities?"
"Um... skateboarding training."
"Then go ahead, just don't get in my way here."
"But I'm missing one necessary condition."
"What are the necessary conditions?"
"The money to buy a skateboard."
"Do you believe I'll call the human traffickers right now and sell you to Africa?"
"Okay, okay, stop arguing, girls." Seeing that the mother and daughter were about to start arguing again, Ma Jie took out 50 yuan from his wallet.
US dollars.
"Thank you, Jack." Fanny smiled happily at him after receiving the large sum of money. When she ran outside the RV, she poked her head out again: "By the way, Jack, have you ever considered my mommy? She's only 23 years old this year. She just looks a little mature. She's not as old as you think. Anyway, I have no objection. I can call you daddy anytime."
*Thud!* Before being hit by the slipper, it disappeared in a flash.
Max sat on the sofa, furious and looking worried. "What are we going to do? They've all started to rebel, one by one."
"Kids talk nonsense, don't listen to this kid's nonsense," Ma Jieke said awkwardly, scratching his head and deliberately changing the subject. "Actually, this is what I'm thinking. I plan to move out of the camp after participating in the recording of the 'Warehouse Treasure Hunt King' program. After all, living in a tent is not a long-term solution. Just like Little Pudding said, I've already trained long enough in terms of endurance."
"Where to move to?" Max asked curiously. "Beverly Hills, or the Bay Area?"
"Don't be ridiculous, I can't even afford the property management fees for that place." Knowing she was being sarcastic, Ma Jie continued, "It's just a regular shared apartment, I checked online, it's about $1500 to $2000 a month."
"So what? You're planning to trick us into splitting the rent?"
"What do you mean by 'deceiving'? Don't you think everyone is happy living together?"
"Happiness requires money." Max looked a little speechless. "My current income is only enough to pay for Pudding's tuition. Unless that show you mentioned can earn me more than $1, I won't consider whether to go and act in Friends. I guess Jimmy and the others have the same idea and are hoping to turn their lives around with this show."
"Don't worry, just wait for Daddy to take you all on a rampage."
Ma Jie smiled confidently, wishing he could fly to the show right now.
But right now, the most important thing is to complete the task.
Tell Jimmy to drive the pickup truck to Poor Street and help the guys collect the cans.
He took his Staffordshire bulldog, which he had named Bruce, and followed closely behind on his bicycle.
This little guy has a deep connection with me; we've even shared a life-or-death bond.
Ma Jieke didn't mistreat it either, feeding it top-quality dog food, which was even more expensive than human food.
According to the task prompts, eight miles is roughly 13 kilometers, which would normally take 40 minutes to an hour to ride.
A man and his dog strolled leisurely through the streets of Los Angeles.
During the ride, I wasn't idle either; I opened the map to collect question mark points.
I acquired a fitness tracker and a pair of sunglasses, which are worth roughly several tens of US dollars.
When they arrived at the edge of the poor street, they ran into Jimmy driving out with a truck full of canisters. There were two burly black men standing in the back of the truck, who looked like they had been temporarily recruited as escorts.
Seeing the gang leader approach, he immediately stopped the car and excitedly reported, "Jack, I don't know what's wrong with us today, but there are so many more cans in the trash cans than usual. I'm planning to sell a whole truckload of them first, otherwise we won't have enough bags for everyone."
"OK, be careful on the road."
Ma Jieke gave a word of advice, feeling that something was off about this matter. Today was the weekend, and there should have been more people than usual, but it shouldn't be this outrageous.