America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 37 Getting Things Done

After about ten minutes, Allen Zhang followed Simone to the Indian restaurant where she works on a regular day.

The store had officially opened for business, and the Indians inside had started bustling about.

The dining area wasn’t large, only a bit over twenty square meters. It was utterly inconspicuous on the streets of Los Angeles, tucked away in a secluded spot with average cleanliness, with homeless tents on the next street and few customers stopping by, largely frequented by Indian students and Indian immigrants.

"To be honest, I suspect the real reason the restaurant owner hired you was to take advantage of you," said Allen Zhang with a complaint.

"Who cares, after today, I don’t want to see anything to do with this restaurant ever again!"

Simone showed utter disdain, "I’m planning to quit this job!!"

"What are you planning to do afterwards?" asked Allen Zhang.

"We’ll see," said Simone with a shrug, "Maybe I’ll go ask Jennifer how she hooks up with men on the street? How she gets those rich guys to willingly spend money on her, that’s also a street art!"

"That’s not a good idea."

Allen Zhang immediately advised her, "If you’re willing, you can join us in flipping jars."

Simone rolled her eyes, "I don’t believe a man who makes money by selling his body will earnestly do that kind of thing."

Allen Zhang was at a loss for words, understanding it was the trouble caused by his previously unrestrained mouth, and explained, "Actually, it’s not like that at all. I just happened to find the employer’s wallet, and she invited me to her home to thank me."

"And then you guys did it?" Simone looked at him with a strange expression.

"Pretty much," Allen Zhang admitted bluntly, since he preferred telling the truth.

"You sure adapt fast!" Simone said, not sure if she was mocking him or praising him.

Allen Zhang naturally didn’t refute it, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

"Alright, you wait outside, Allen. When I give the signal, rush in with your phone and record, capture all of the ugly words and actions. If he doesn’t agree to our demands, post the video on social media to expose him! Then give him a good beating!!"

Simone didn’t want to talk more about the process and the feelings of such matters and returned to the task at hand with her directives.

Isn’t this just a shakedown?

Allen Zhang pondered for a moment, he had thought it was a solid plan.

But thinking about those Indian assault scandals being the most numerous, with no respect for people, he felt he was really punishing evil and promoting good, without any psychological burden.

Trigger special task: Human in the United States, day N on the West Coast, collaborate with a black girl to extort and blackmail her boss.

Reward: Favor from the black girl, street popularity in the Beggar Gang circle, an unreasonable demand or a bonus?

"Ok. I can help you with this."

Simone smiled, "You’re really a good friend!!"

Having said that, she parked her bicycle next to the restaurant and walked in with her backpack.

The Indian guy greeted her warmly as well, speaking English with a heavy curry accent, "Hello, Simone."

"Hey, Kieran, is the boss around?"

"Of course, he’s in the office in the back kitchen," Kieran said.

"Thanks, sweetheart." Simone twisted her waist flirtatiously, blew a kiss to the Indian guy, completely enchanting him.

Allen Zhang crossed his arms and patiently waited outside the restaurant, observing the passersby.

About three minutes later, screams and curses starting with ’F’ were heard coming from the restaurant.

Allen Zhang perked up, pulled on his hoodie, and immediately barged into the restaurant.

"Hey! Buddy! We’re not officially open yet! This isn’t a shelter!!"

The Indian guy, seeing an Asian face barging in, immediately changed his friendly attitude and arrogantly approached to intercept.

"Fuck off!!" Allen Zhang didn’t say another word and walked past with an aggressive demeanor. A backhand punch whipped out like lightning, hitting the jaw and with a thud, the guy instantly rolled his eyes and went down, not getting up.

A smile still on his face, like a baby in deep sleep.

"Oh! Shit!!"

Everyone around was stunned.

Allen Zhang hardly exerted any force, after all, the opponent’s jaw wasn’t as hard as Old Black’s.

Even so, the punch was still shockingly powerful.

The restaurant staff were terrified and dared not stop Allen Zhang, standing still without even daring to breathe.

After all, who would risk their life for a mere two thousand dollars a month!

Allen Zhang rushed directly to the kitchen and pushed open the office door.

He quickly spotted a slightly fat and prosperous looking middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, looking black-skinned and out of his depth, standing in the room looking helpless.

Simone’s hair was disheveled, her coat thrown on the ground, and she was hiding in a corner, looking terrified.

"Fuck you!!" Allen Zhang strode angrily to the dazed boss, grabbed his collar, lifted him with such force that he pushed him against a metal cabinet.

With a ’bang’, it was done with great momentum.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down! Friend!!" The restaurant boss was scared stiff, feet off the ground, feeling chest pain and difficulty in breathing, being pushed by the collar.

"Shut your mouth!!" Allen Zhang swung a punch beside his face, and the metal cabinet dented with a crunch.

The restaurant boss, seeing the fist that could have gone through the metal cabinet, imagined what would have happened if the punch had landed on his face, and was dumbfounded.

Stammering, he said, "Ok, ok..."

"Hey, Simone, you okay?" Allen Zhang turned back to look at Simone, signaling with his eyes.

"I’m fine, Allen, darling, thank goodness you got here in time, or I don’t know what would have happened, this is terrible!" The black girl was almost in tears, as if she’d had a narrow escape.

Then, in a spot the boss couldn’t see, she whispered in slang: What the hell, did you forget something?

Only then did Allen Zhang remember he didn’t take out his phone to record evidence.

He was new to this kind of thing, still a bit unfamiliar and excited, and not quite used to it.

Today they dare to pull a scam, what’s next? Tomorrow will they dare to engage in Zero-Dollar Purchase? The day after tomorrow will they go rob the Garden Bank and the Fed’s gold?

The day after that, they’ll surely buy an island, stockpile arms, and establish the private Perico militia.

He immediately took out his phone from his pocket, controlled the restaurant boss with one hand without changing his expression, and began to gather evidence on the spot.

He aimed the camera at the restaurant boss, let him go, and looked at him seriously, expressionless, "Was it you who tried to rape my girlfriend?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Rape? No!! This is a misunderstanding!!" The restaurant boss was a bit panicked.

He hadn’t expected that just trying to harass a female employee and take advantage of her would lead to such trouble, and that he’d be caught in the act by her boyfriend.

Sexual harassment and rape charges are very serious; once tagged with that, his restaurant wouldn’t be able to stay open.

It’s because he’s just a foreigner with a green card, not a native-born citizen with a blue passport.

Facing the camera, he immediately started shouting, "You can’t frame me like this!!"

"Shut up! Keep shouting, and I swear I’ll beat the shit out of you, then beat you into the shit!!"

Allen Zhang’s threatening words had their effect, the restaurant boss immediately fell silent, meekly nodding.

Seeing this, Allen Zhang sneered: "A toad lusting after a swan, ugly and up to no good. You think you’re so great, white elephant?"

"Fuck! Allen! I’m certainly no frog!!"

Accidentally insulting a friend, Allen Zhang also immediately responded, "Sorry baby, I didn’t mean it."

"This guy always tries to touch me inappropriately at work, and if I don’t agree, he finds all sorts of reasons to dock my pay!!"

Simone glared at the restaurant boss with displeasure, "I just want to get back the pay I’m owed, but this asshole uses it as leverage, wanting me to jerk him off, sleep with him! He even said he prefers white girls to black girls, that black girls are cheap, worth only a few dozen dollars, it’s racial discrimination!!"

Hey! Before you say that, would you take a good look at me, please?

I’m fucking darker than you... and you have the nerve to say that? Doesn’t your conscience hurt?

The restaurant boss was extremely aggrieved.