At the entrance of the supermarket, a fat boss yelled at the group of black people, "Go away, go away, get out of my way."
"You trash always want to take advantage of me. Whatever I throw away, you pick it up. What a bunch of freeloaders." Just as Tangleh was about to enter the supermarket, the fat pig hands of the boss blocked Tangleh's way. He even yelled, "Scram, scram, don't even think about entering my territory."
Tangleh angrily yelled at the boss. "Who are you calling trash?"
"You have to look carefully before you curse."
When the boss saw Tangleh, it was as if he had changed into a different person. Even his tone changed. "Welcome, dear customer. If you want to buy something, come into the shop. You will be able to buy whatever you need!"
"Oh, I'm really sorry just now. Did those trash at the entrance make you angry? It's okay, I will clean them up later."
Hearing this, the black people all showed angry expressions, but no one dared to make a sound. They were all hoping that the boss would throw out more goods so that they could pick them up and reduce their expenses.
Supermarkets in America were very different from supermarkets in CF. Supermarkets in America not only had a lot of goods, but they also had a lot of variety. The shelf life of food was especially particular about freshness. For example, cakes and bread could not exceed 48 hours. After 48 hours, they had to be thrown away regardless of whether there was a problem or not.
Unlike in CF, where it was rare to sell for four to five days, it was normal to sell for ten days. Some places even sold it until it went moldy. Milk had a shelf life of one week, meat had a shelf life of four days. Fruits and vegetables that had a slightly dried or blackened skin would be disposed of at a low price or thrown away. Rice and flour were even more ridiculous. If they could not be sold within a month, they would be thrown away as trash.
This kind of situation would never happen in CF. If they had the guts, they could throw it away. If they dared to throw it today, the boss would throw them out like trash tomorrow.
It was not hard to understand why there were so many black people gathered at the entrance of the supermarket, and why the boss would chase them away so rudely. It was because the boss had spent money to buy so many goods and hoped to sell them for money. Because the spending power in this area was too low, most of the goods had passed their shelf life and were disposed of as trash. The goods that were disposed of were then picked up by the black people with low spending power. In the end, he didn't spend a single cent and got the goods he wanted. Just think about it, the boss would be in a good mood.
Tangleh looked at the shop owner with dissatisfaction. He wanted to say a few words for the African Americans behind him, but in the end, he did not say anything. He knew that even if he said a few words of justice for the African Americans, it would be useless. It would not change the situation of the African Americans. This was because racial discrimination in the United States was at its most severe. Even if Tangleh were to say something fair, no one would be willing to listen.
He shook his head helplessly and walked into the shop.
The products in the supermarket were relatively monotonous, and the quantity was not a lot. However, the space was still relatively large. This was also related to the consumers in this area. The higher the spending power, the more variety of products in the supermarket. Imagine the boss buying a large amount of goods, but in the end, he did not sell much for a few months. The boss would suffer a huge loss.
After all, the boss had to pay all kinds of fees. Water, electricity, labor, sanitation, and other miscellaneous expenses. This did not include the expenses for damaged goods. Damaged goods included rotten fruits and vegetables, damaged by rats and insects, expired drinks, and so on.
Tangleh walked around the store for three minutes. No staff came forward to introduce the goods to Tangleh. It seemed that the boss here did not manage the business very well. The quality of the staff was also average. However, this was good. It saved a lot of annoying flies. After walking around for a while, Tangleh walked into the women's bra area.
There were not many customers in the bra area. At most, there were two or three people trying on clothes there. When they saw Tangleh come in, they all stared at Tangleh with wide eyes and an expression of disbelief. Tangleh also ignored them.
A female staff stammered to Tangleh, "Sir, but, but … I know where this place is. I bought it for my girlfriend. I'm a customer now. Can't I buy something? " Tangleh found an excuse for himself. He had to say it. After all, everyone knew what it meant. Hehe, sir, what do you want to buy? Do you have any high-end women's bras here? If you do, I want to buy black ones. And also 50 pairs of women's stockings, also black. Sir, are you sure? The female staff stared at Tangleh with wide eyes. I'm sure. Well, sir, please follow me. The female staff brought Tangleh to a row of women's bras. Looking at the colorful women's bras in front of him, Tangleh, who had always been bold, was still a little embarrassed.
Looking around, it seemed that no one was paying attention to him. He blushed and wiped the cold sweat on his head. He pointed to the bras and asked the female staff, "Are these the best bras?" "Not all of them!" The ones on the left were ordinary cotton fabrics. The ones on the right were high-end fabrics. "Is that a size 34C?" The female staff gave one to Tangleh. "Your girlfriend's figure is really good. It's just so-so." Tangleh said awkwardly. "God, if a size 34C is just so-so, how can we small sizes survive!" The female staff said while covering her chest. "Tangleh …"
Tangleh took it and looked at it carefully. He first looked at the straps, then looked at the fabric inside. He used his hand to feel if it was breathable. Only breathable materials met Tangleh's requirements. After seeing that it met the requirements, he said to the female staff, "Give me 30 of these bras." The female staff said awkwardly, "There are only 20 of these bras. I'm sorry, why are there only 20?" "Because the people here have poor economic conditions, so, so." "I see. You don't have to say anymore. Can you use other colors instead?" The female staff asked tentatively, "What colors do you have?" "There are colorful ones, black and white ones, and red star stripes."
After saying that, she took a few for Tangleh to see. After comparing them in his hand, Tangleh felt that they were not very good because the colors were too colorful. In the future on the battlefield, if they could not be concealed well, it would be a big problem. " After thinking for a while, he said to the female staff, "How many of these black and white ones are there?" The female staff thought for a while, "About 35. This is easier to sell, so there are a lot of goods in stock." "In that case, 20 black ones and 10 black and white ones." "Okay, sir." "Then do you still want the 50 pairs of stockings you mentioned?" "Yes, bring them over for me to see. After 3 minutes of comparison, Tangleh decided to buy 50 pairs of black women's high-class stockings. The female staff said to Tangleh happily," Sir, our store is having a promotion right now. You bought so many goods, you can get a barrel of vegetable oil and a 100 yuan discount card for free, right? " "Thank you very much." "No need to thank me. In fact, I should thank you. You bought so many goods, my bonus this month is going to be doubled."
"Isn't that good?" "This is something to be happy about." "Yes, it's all thanks to you," the female staff said gratefully. When he walked out of the door, there were about 10 women chattering about Tangleh. "Look, look, that guy came out. Disgusting." A short-haired woman said, "Yeah, he's so handsome, but there's something wrong with his head." Another long-haired woman said, "Go away, go away. Why are you talking bad about him behind his back? If you're not buying, go away. Don't stand here." The female staff sternly reprimanded the gossiping women. After hearing this, the women obediently shut their mouths and walked away. Tangleh was amused. "Interesting. It's good to be rich."
If Tangleh hadn't bought so many goods and become a big customer in the eyes of the female staff, she definitely wouldn't speak up for Tangleh. She might even mock him behind his back. Tangleh said to the female staff, "Where's your boss? Ask him to come here. I have something to tell him." "Okay, please wait." The female staff thought there was a big order and ran away.
After a while, the female staff brought the boss in front of Tangleh. "Hello, sir. What can I do for you?" "Boss, we've met before!" Tangleh said to the boss with a smile. "Met before?" The boss asked doubtfully. "Can't remember?" Tangleh reminded him. "Just now at the door, you blocked me with both hands and didn't let me in!" "Ah, I remember now. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it." The boss said with satisfaction. "Okay, okay, you don't need to apologize. You sell hardware here, right?"
"Now I want to customize some goods here. What kind of goods do you want to customize?" "It's a very simple thing. After you finish the funeral, I can give you 100 yuan for your hard work. The hard work is not counted in the goods. Hearing such a good thing, the boss agreed immediately. "Make a copper pipe. It has to be as heavy as a rifle. It can't be any lighter or heavier. Got it?
Punch holes on both sides of the copper pipe and thread a rifle rope through it. Then make a multi-purpose backpack with a piece of steel plate in the backpack. Add a World War II helmet and 50 rolls of sealing tape. " "Anything else?" "That's enough. That's all. I'll look for you if I need anything else."
Hearing Tangleh's request, the boss thought to himself, "Why does this guy want all these weird things?" Although he thought about it, he didn't dare to say it out loud. He was afraid that if he said something wrong and made the customer angry, he would turn around and leave. Then, this deal would be ruined. After all, it's good to make more money! "Okay, sir. These things are 370 yuan in total. It might take you five days to get them." The boss explained. "No problem, I can wait." After paying the 300 yuan deposit, Tangleh left the supermarket.
"I'm still missing three things. Where should I go?" As Tangleh walked, he thought about this problem. "Right, there's a place I can go." The place Tangleh pointed to was the black stalls opposite the supermarket. Some of these stalls sold daily necessities, some sold small toys, and some specialized in sewing and mending. Tangleh came to a sewing and mending stall.
The stall owner was a black woman of about 50 years old. "What can I do for you, sir?" the black woman asked enthusiastically.
"Oh, I have 30 women's bras here. Can you help me take them apart and transform them into individual masks? Can you make them?" The black woman stared at Tangleh, dumbfounded. "Is there something wrong with this guy?" After a long time, she said, "Is there something wrong with you, young man?"
"Motherf * cker," Tangleh cursed in his heart. "You're the one who has a problem. Your whole family has a problem." Hearing this, Tangleh was a little annoyed, but he had a favor to ask, so he suppressed the urge to curse. "I'll give you money, and you'll do it for me!" "Why do you care so much? If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else. There's a lot of sewing and mending anyway."
Sir, sir, my mouth stinks. Don't take what I said to heart. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I hope you'll give me a chance. I really need your help. "She slapped herself on the face." Sir, sir, my mouth stinks. Don't take what I said to heart. I'll do whatever you tell me. "Look at you," Tangleh thought. "You're f * cking crazy about money."
"She needs my help. What can I help her with? It's the money in my hand!" Seeing the stall owner's pitiful look, Tangleh's heart softened a little. After all, it was very hard for them to run a stall. They were small businesses to support their families. Because of racial discrimination, many black people had no jobs.
Some of those who had jobs were fired or paid very little by their employers. Their wages were at least one-third less than white people's. Many black people were angry, but did not dare to speak out. As for those who dared to protest on the streets, they were suppressed by the police. Therefore, many black people's family lives were very difficult. They had to go out and set up stalls to supplement their family income. However, they were also pressured by the big shopping malls and their peers, so their business was very bad. That was why the stall owner had such a humble conversation just now.
"How long can you finish it?" Tangleh asked. "Three days, oh no, two days. Two days is enough. I'll give you two days. If it's done well, I'll give you an extra 100 dollars. How about that? Thank you so much. You're really a good person. God will bless you. Don't worry, I'll make it for you even if I don't sleep. "
"I also want you to help me make 10 small sandbags, the kind to tie to my feet and hands." After saying that, he was afraid that the stall owner did not understand, so he explained for a long time. "How much will it cost to make all these?" The stall owner thought for a moment, then turned to the little black girl behind him and shouted, "Jerica, go to your brother's place and dig a few buckets of sand for me." The little girl ran away as if she had received a mission.
"Sir, I'll make the small sandbags and these masks for you in two days. I don't want your money for the sand. It's just something from the river and is not worth much. As for the rest, I'll just charge you for your hard work. It's 60 dollars. Is that okay?" The stall owner asked tentatively, afraid that Tangleh would be unhappy if he charged too much. "Oh, okay." Tangleh agreed immediately. "I'll come back in two days to pick up the things." After that, he gave the stall owner 20 dollars as a deposit and went home! After a week of waiting, Tangleh finally gathered all the training equipment and began his training plan.
The plan was like this: Wake up at 5 am every day, regardless of the weather, and exercise for two hours. Be fully armed during the training, hang small sandbags on your feet and body, and wear a multi-purpose backpack with steel plates in it to simulate bulletproof steel plates. Add the previously made copper tubes on your back, and the copper tubes will be made to look like guns to simulate armed long-distance running.
Some people might ask why you don't use a real gun to simulate running. What I want to say is that if you take a real gun out for the police to see, they won't even need to ask a question. They'll probably shoot you from afar. Think about it, a strange man running on the street with a gun early in the morning. He's either a robber or a thief. Who wouldn't be afraid? The American police have always had the tradition of striking first and gaining the upper hand. At night, when you rest at home, practice your shooting stability. Hold a pistol or a shotgun horizontally, hang a rock on the muzzle for an hour, and practice lifting dumbbells for two hours to train your arm strength.
Tangleh's training plan scared the butler, Stan. He thought that Tangleh was frightened and went crazy, so he immediately reported it to Old Rolans.
Master, if you have time, you should look after Young Master more. Young Master's behavior is weird now. How is it weird? Young Master woke up at 5 am, and after waking up, he carried a broken iron tube, oh no, it should be a broken copper tube, wore a helmet on his head, and tied sandbags on his hands and feet, and ran out.
Shouting slogans while running? Shouting slogans? Old Rolans asked, confused. Yes, Master, I can't remember what exactly he shouted. Let me think, let me think again. Yes, I remember now. Young Master's slogan seems to be one, two, three, four, I love the Marines or something. Old Rolans frowned and waved his hand impatiently. Okay, you can go now. I know what happened, I will deal with it. Stan still wanted to say something, but seeing Old Rolans's impatient look, he could only shut up and leave obediently.
After dinner, Tangleh called his father into the room to ask him, What's going on with you recently? What's going on? Tangleh asked back. You know it yourself. Stan told me all the weird things you've been doing these past two days. F * ck, this damn butler cares about everything.
He cares about what he shouldn't care about, and doesn't care about what he should care about.
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