boyutpedia Chapter 30 Your friend, does he have a driver's license?
Chapter 30 Your friend, does he have a driver's license?
"Let's talk about it after we finish work."
Ignoring Max's somewhat resentful look, Simon pushed Max aside and continued moving the boxes.
After the two of them worked for a while, one carrying heavy boxes and the other sorting smaller items, they soon moved all the goods to the back door of the supermarket.
The boxes, piled high, were filled with food and drinks for a barbecue party, with the total order valued at a thousand dollars.
The two had just caught their breath and wiped their sweat when Ah Han rushed over, his round face scrunched up, complaining incessantly.
"I'm so angry!"
Ah Han stamped his foot and pointed to the empty parking lot, "The delivery driver ran away!"
Through Ah Han's explanation, Lin Ximeng learned that:
It turns out the delivery driver was introduced by a friend from South Korea, so the fare was quite cheap.
But when the driver heard that he was to be taken to the vicinity of Block 7 on Poor Street, he immediately refused to go.
There have been several shooting deaths in the poor neighborhood these past few nights, and with so much local news coverage, he's always worried something bad might happen.
Ah Han sighed, his voice filled with grievance, "I've already increased the shipping fee to $100, and I've tried to persuade him for ages, but he still ignored my objections and just drove off in his pickup truck!"
Lin Ximeng wasn't surprised to hear this, as it was his main purpose for coming today.
The $10 moving job was just an appetizer before making big money.
Lin Ximeng looked around, pointed to the side of the supermarket, and asked, "Isn't that a green pickup truck over there? I saw it as soon as I arrived. Did you buy it? Since you're short of drivers, why don't your own employees deliver it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Max burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. He patted Ah Han on the shoulder and said, "Is that even a question? Of course, even our boss is scared to death and doesn't dare to go to the poorest neighborhood."
Ah Han blushed and quickly retorted, "I'm not scared! It's just that there's no need to do something dangerous for an order."
He stubbornly defended himself, muttering things like, "You can never earn enough money," and "Safety first," among other cheerful remarks.
"That's simple," Lin Ximeng said directly.
"Lend me that green pickup truck so I can deliver the goods. The delivery fee will be $100, just like you said."
When Max heard that Simon Lin was going to take the job, his tone was full of disbelief: "Are you crazy? That's the 7th block of the poorest neighborhood. Recently, there have been gang fights at night like firecrackers. We might end up losing both people and goods there."
Simon Lin smiled nonchalantly: "That's for you outsiders. For a homeless person like me, going to 7th Street is like a local going home, it's no different than strolling in his backyard."
Generally speaking, Simon Lin was right, but considering the recent reports about 7th Street, Max knew that things were not as simple as Simon Lin made them out to be.
"Okay, I always forget that you're also a genuine homeless person because of your nice eight-pack abs."
Max sighed. From childhood to adulthood, she had always loved men who exuded a sense of danger.
If he also has eight-pack abs, then he's even more irresistible.
"Come back soon, don't forget we still have things to do."
After saying that, Max didn't forget to give Simon Lin a knowing look.
Lin Ximeng could understand others' concerns, but the problem was that the intelligence system had already marked the danger for him.
What place can't a homeless person with a map go?
"So, are you sure it's okay?"
"certainly."
Upon receiving Lin Ximeng's affirmative answer, his eyes lit up instantly. He hurriedly pulled out his car keys from his pocket and handed over a note: "Here are the keys. This is the contact person's phone number and detailed address. Just deliver it and sign for it."
Lin Ximeng took the keys, and after loading all the goods onto the pickup truck, he opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
"Oh, by the way, get me a baseball bat." Before leaving, Lin Ximeng asked Ah Han for a suitable piece of equipment, and then started the pickup truck.
The engine made a sputtering sound when it started, and the car lurched forward suddenly.
He gripped the steering wheel and tried to turn the wheel, but the car wobbled and swerved, sometimes veering towards the roadside flowerbeds, sometimes towards the supermarket wall, and occasionally jerking when shifting gears, just like a novice driver.
Ah Han stood there, staring wide-eyed, cold sweat pouring down his face. He tugged at Max beside him, his voice trembling, and asked, "Max, your friend... he has a driver's license, right?"
Max leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow and smiled: "How would I know? I'd rather see his nude photos than his likely crumpled driver's license."
However, this erratic state did not last long. A few minutes later, the green pickup truck steadily drove onto the main road.
[Skill activated, Car Driving Lv.1]
Simon Lin breathed a sigh of relief. During his time in America, he had been traveling by walking or taking the free subway every day, and hadn't driven a car for a while. Moreover, this was a pickup truck that he had hardly ever driven before, so he was inevitably unfamiliar with it at first.
Fortunately, the effect of the [Driving Skill] activated in time, muscle memory quickly returned, and the more I drove, the smoother it became.
As for American driver's licenses, of course they don't exist.
Simon Lin would definitely not drive to deliver goods if the destination was somewhere else in Los Angeles.
But the problem is, today's destination is a poor street.
In such a chaotic place, police officers are too busy hiding to bother checking driver's licenses.
There's no profit to be made, and it might even cause you a lot of trouble, so what's the point?
Thinking it over, Simon Lin lightly applied some throttle, and the pickup truck smoothly drove towards the 7th block of Poor Street.
When Lin Ximeng arrived at the address on the note, the atmosphere instantly changed.
The destination was a small park with a grassy area, which was now a mess, with a dozen or so dilapidated tents pitched around it, making it look like a chaotic temporary campsite.
Not far away stood two mountains of jars taller than a person. Two men, one fat and one thin, wearing dirty coats, were squatting beside them, slowly counting the jars while muttering to themselves.
A blond man was slumped on a bench nearby, nodding his head repeatedly. He was clutching a small bag in his hand, his eyes were glazed over as if covered by a layer of mist, and he would occasionally grin foolishly. It was obvious that he was high on tobacco.
Lin Ximeng frowned and honked the horn twice.
"Beep beep"
Taking advantage of the blaring horn attracting the attention of two people nearby, Lin Simon leaned out and shouted, "The Red Blue Supermarket's goods have been delivered. Who's coming to sign for them?"
"Oh?"
One of the men, a large, stout one, raised his head and said, "Here I come."
At the same time, he moved his somewhat slow steps toward the pickup truck.
The smaller person next to him threw the can on the ground and quickly followed.
"We're in charge of receiving the goods, Matthews and Moy, let us check the inventory first."
The two men introduced themselves: the stout one was named Matthews, and the thin one was named Moy.
The two began to take inventory. Matthews squatted on the ground, pointing to each box with her finger, muttering to herself, "Two cases of beer, three boxes of steak, one barbecue grill," her expression focused and meticulous.
Moi leaned against the side of the carriage, gave a few symbolic glances, occasionally kicked the corner of the box, and looked around absentmindedly.
Lin Ximeng leaned against the driver's side door frame and asked, "Are you guys throwing a big party?"
Matthews looked up and smiled sheepishly: "Yes, we invited a lot of people over tonight. Our boss said he has something important to announce."
Moy chimed in, a hint of smugness in his voice: "Everyone we know in the entire 7th block will come; it'll be a huge lively event."
A moment later, Matthews finished checking the goods, dusted off her hands, and said, "That's right, just like the order, not a single item missing."
As he spoke, he pulled out a wad of crumpled US dollars from his pocket, counted them, and was about to hand them over: "We've already paid $500 online. This is the remaining $500. The boss specifically left it before he went out, telling us to pay him when the goods arrive."
Just as Simon Lin reached out to take it, Moy suddenly stopped Matthews, pulled him aside, and whispered, "It's not $500, it's $400."
Matthews looked confused. That's not what the boss said.
Moi glanced at Simon Lin, nudged him with his elbow, and whispered in his ear, "Are you stupid? How long has it been since we smoked tobacco? Why don't we just cut the $100 and split it to buy more tobacco? This guy came alone, what can he do to us?"
Upon seeing Lin Ximeng, Mo Yi began to devise a plan, and after confirming that Lin Ximeng was alone, he immediately put it into action.
In his view, this was a gift from God the Father, because the other party came alone, and was an Asian.
In America, Asians line up behind dogs.
After hearing this, Matthews hesitated for a moment, but urged by Moy, she took the money back and kept her head down without saying a word.
Moe then egged him on, "You're bigger than him and you just learned boxing, go up and scare him! Just say the total price was wrong, we'll give him 100 less, and we'll split the cost of the leaves. What can he do by himself?"
Matthews, being honest to begin with, lost her composure after being egged on by Moe. Clutching the money, she walked up to Simon Lin and stammered, "Um... the price for this order was wrong. The total price isn't $1000, it's $900. I paid $500 online before, so I can only give you $400 now."
Lin Ximeng's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly guessed that these two people wanted to embezzle the $100, probably because they were addicted to marijuana and were in a hurry to raise money.
He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in the driver's seat: "Buddy, if you've got it wrong, you'd better get your memory back quickly. If you really can't remember and your mind is all jumbled up, even though I'm just a regular cargo driver named Horus, I have a physical method that I guarantee can help you quickly 'get your memory back'."