Typically, these goods are calculated as transportation losses and are required by the company to be thrown away after being counted before the end of each shift at night.
Of course, throwing away is just a cover. Specifically, the comrades on duty will distribute these things.
However, Jin Muchen had heard before choosing this job that there was such an extra 'benefit'. Well, this was also good, as it could help him solve a part of the troubles he was facing now.
Since his body changed, he had become a genuine big eater, as if entering a second stage of growth, with a very strong demand for food energy. Even the cheapest junk food needed to be eaten over 100 dollars a day to fill his stomach.
If he relied solely on his wages, he couldn't save any money at all. However, with the assistance of these foods, his days would be much easier. This could also be considered a very nice unexpected surprise.
Under the dim light, surrounded by smoke, jazz music playing in the jukebox, the comings and goings were all robust men, while the ones shuttling between the tables and chairs were some scantily clad, well-built waitresses.
The waitresses swayed their waists, shuttling between the tables, occasionally receiving a pat on their plump buttocks by a burly arm.
The crisp sound often elicited playful screams from the waitresses, along with hearty laughter and whistling from the group of rough men.
This was the Red Colt Tavern, right next to the distribution center. Every day, the rough men from the distribution center came here to relax after work.
In this area on the border of Brooklyn and Queens, there was not only a distribution center for Costco but also distribution centers for Walmart and other large supermarkets. Every day, after the workers from these distribution centers finished work, they liked to come to this Red Colt Tavern to relax.
The reason was simple: the drinks and food here were very cheap.
Paul, who lost the bet today, was quite true to his word. After work, he invited his fellow workers to this bar. Jin Muchen, being new, naturally wanted to get along with his colleagues, so he didn't refuse.
"Hey, buddy, you're getting special treatment today. I'm not only going to buy you drinks, but also dinner."
Paul put his arm around Jin Muchen's shoulder and said, although today was the first day of work, Jin Muchen had already shown everyone his strength.
Since officially starting work at 10:30 in the morning, this guy had hardly rested, except for lunchtime. He had been working until six in the evening.
This kind of physical strength, even these muscular guys, couldn't help but admire. After all, even they would choose to rest for ten to fifteen minutes after completing a task, as each trip of transportation was quite exhausting.
But Jin Muchen was like a wound-up robot, completely tireless. He worked like this all day, with a total rest time of less than half an hour.
This was quite shocking for these solid-hearted guys who absolutely worshipped strength.
After a day, many people regarded this guy who worked diligently without laziness and liked to help others as a friend. In the afternoon, in another teamwork task, if it wasn't for Jin Muchen pulling Paul out of trouble, this guy would have been injured for sure.
So Paul immediately regarded Jin Muchen as a friend worth making and even invited him to dinner.
The Red Colt Tavern not only provided drinks but also some simple meals like burgers and fries.
"Okay, but can I have an extra-large portion? I'm really starving."
Since someone was treating, Jin Muchen naturally didn't hold back. Paul was even more straightforward, snapping his fingers and calling out to the plump cook behind the bar counter.
"Teresa, one king-size combo, please."
The plump cook glanced over and nodded, apparently familiar with Paul and his group.
As for the other colleagues, they each ordered beer. Americans were quite clear about this: treating for drinks meant treating for drinks, not including dinner.
For Paul to be willing to treat Jin Muchen to dinner, that was a matter of personal relationship and had to be counted separately.
"Ha ha, kid, you must have a good appetite to handle this king-size combo. Not just anyone can finish it."
Antonio, an old Mexican who came along, raised his beer bottle and said to Jin Muchen.
"Ha ha, a good young man should have a good appetite. I'm sure this kid can definitely finish it all."
John chuckled and patted Jin Muchen's shoulder, while Jin Muchen rubbed his stomach and chuckled.
"Don't worry, Antonio. I'm so hungry now, I could eat a whole cow."
Soon, a fragrant breeze wafted over, and originally, the rowdy group sitting at the booth fell silent. Instead, each of them stared wide-eyed at what was behind Jin Muchen.
Just as Jin Muchen felt somewhat strange, the fragrant breeze reached his side.
"The king-size combo you ordered."
The voice was sweet and beautiful, completely different from the affected voices of the other waitresses. Jin Muchen turned his head and happened to see a beautiful and delicate side profile, with sapphire-blue eyes, a straight nose, long golden hair cascading over her shoulders, a slender figure different from the other sturdy waitresses, especially the two bulging breasts almost bursting the neckline.
The big rough men around were all holding their breath, their throats moving up and down constantly. Although they were all trying to hold back, Jin Muchen felt like he could still hear them swallowing saliva.
This beauty in front of him, coupled with those unforgettable breasts, made many people think of the busty supermodels often seen on TV at first sight.
A beauty of this level, usually could be seen, should also be in the high-end places like Manhattan. But now she appeared in such a rough roadside shop, which was simply unimaginable.
Jin Muchen looked at the woman and felt very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't remember.
After the waitress delivered the meal and left amidst the whistles of the big rough men, Jin Muchen didn't continue to think too much. Right now, he was more concerned about the dinner in front of him.
The king-size combo was indeed worthy of its name. The bread was as large as a nine-inch pizza, with two thick meat patties inside, along with pickles, lettuce, and eight slices of cheese. The scent was so strong that you could smell it from afar, and the fries were as thick as fingers, piled up full, estimated to weigh a pound, plus half a pound of onion rings and two hot dogs.
This combo meal was typically prepared for the heavy-duty rough men. If it were the old Jin Muchen, he might not be able to finish it in three meals, but now, for him, these were just appetizers. Amid the stunned gazes of everyone, Jin Muchen finished all this in less than twenty minutes.
"Buddy, I think you should participate in a food challenge. I think you can definitely eat much more than that Japanese woman."
Paul patted Jin Muchen's shoulder and said, but soon changed the subject.
"Hey, guys, what do you think of the new waitress? Isn't she too hot? Ha ha, I think I'm in love. I'm going
to pursue her."
"Come on, Paul, stop daydreaming."
"Yeah, that girl is obviously new to New York. Once she gets used to it here, she'll soon be in the arms of those rich guys in Manhattan. You and her are not even in the same world."
"Heh heh, you guys are all cowards. You have no eggs yourselves, yet you envy my courage, Paul?"
Soon Paul and a group of rough men around him started bickering, laughing and joking, which also made Jin Muchen, who had been tense for the past few days, gradually relax.
"Ah... Bastard..."
"You **..."
Then there was a crisp slap, and Jin Muchen felt a weight in his arms. When he came to his senses, he found that there was an extra woman in his arms.
The familiar scent of perfume, looking down, he happened to see the familiar pretty face, except that at this moment, this face was full of fear and a sense of grievance.
The woman covered her cheek, apparently having taken quite a hit just now, and Jin Muchen looked up to see that, he didn't know when, there were seven or eight tall and burly men gathered around their table.
The leader, a burly white man, wasn't bad looking, but the Nazi swastika tattoo on his bare arm was quite conspicuous.
"Hey! John, when did you start hiring yellow monkeys over there?"
"Buddy, don't be impulsive. That guy is Joey. Brind. He's a famous thug around here."
Paul was afraid that Jin Muchen would act impulsively, so he pressed down on Jin Muchen's shoulder.
Joey. Brind and his brothers and friends were workers at the nearby Walmart distribution center, and they were also well-known thugs among the workers in this area. It was said that they had close ties with the union guys, and the workers here were all afraid of offending them. Moreover, this guy was also a white supremacist.
"It's none of your business who our company hires. But Joey, you really have some skill to be able to hit a woman in front of so many people."
John retorted firmly. He was also an old-timer around here, with a network no worse than the Brind brothers, so he didn't care about them.
Joey had just had a lot of cat piss, so he casually pinched the buttocks of the waitress he had been eyeing all night. As a result, he got slapped, and in a fit of anger, he slapped the waitress into Jin Muchen's arms.