Walking alone on Red Street in Saint Lodu, Sida was walking alone.
This was the headquarters of the homeless.
Simply put, this was the famous homeless CBD.
Every day, welfare organizations or charities distribute supplies.
For example, at the end of the long line in front of him, there was a distribution point, currently distributing clothes.
There were various styles and sizes available.
Each person could choose two for free.
If you really needed more, you could line up again for a second time.
Some with determination could spend four or five hours, lining up for three times.
Typical zero-cost shoppers wouldn't target this place.
The target of zero-cost shopping was the stores, not the relief points.
Many people don't know that American-style zero-cost shopping has a long history.
It's just that with the passage of time and the deterioration of the economy, the scale has expanded after 20 years.
There is also an important factor—media.
The media's dissemination allowed zero-cost shopping videos to be seen by more unemployed youths with dreams.
They absorbed experience from zero-cost shopping videos and implemented them locally.
After these latecomer zero-cost shopping entrepreneurs successfully opened their businesses, they would continue to publicize their achievements on various social platforms, attracting new players.
From one comes two, and from two comes many.
The government also supports its own people's entrepreneurial enthusiasm.
The leftists waved their big hands: all zero-cost shopping worth $950 or less is considered a misdemeanor.
What is a misdemeanor?
It means that if there aren't enough police officers, these misdemeanor zero-cost shopping incidents will all be postponed.
But with this postponement, it becomes indefinite.
So there are many black brothers who go into stores with calculators, doing calculations, picking and choosing, and finally leaving with a bag full of $949 worth of items.
You ask where the security guards are?
Sir, a few thousand a month, we're not risking our lives for that!
It's a mess.
Now Sida was watching the surfer boys in front of him with interest.
Messy curls on their heads, four pairs of pants below.
A pair of sunglasses looked aloof, who dared to compare with me?
This was the first time Sida had seen a real surfer boy in two lifetimes.
This guy was obviously an advanced monster among the homeless, with broad shoulders and a sturdy build.
He probably thought that four pairs of pants weren't cool enough, so he wanted to line up for two more.
The process of lining up was extremely boring.
Many public intellectual media like to talk about how there are free supplies in America that you can get.
But they won't tell you that you can only get up to $10 worth of supplies each time, and the time cost of lining up starts at an hour.
The problem is that after lining up for an hour, you might not even get anything.
Often, halfway through the line, the goods have run out.
During this hour, you could easily go find a job that pays more than lining up.
Sida only resorted to washing dishes because he didn't have a legal status and didn't know anyone who could get him into the industry.
Otherwise, he'd rather go find some other work.
Completing the system mission of surviving for ten days seemed difficult at first glance.
But actually, if you think about it carefully, it's not that difficult.
The main problem was safety.
For Sida, the streets of Saint Lodu were a standard dark forest.
Some neighborhoods seemed to have many homeless people living in them, making them seem like "homeless districts".
If someone who didn't know better moved their tent there, they'd wake up the next day with their butt split open.
Butt splitting open meant that whether you were a man or a woman, your butt would be split open.
In addition to physical injuries, all your valuable items would also disappear.
As for who did it?
Don't ask, because I don't know.
So, Sida needed to stick closely to Sani now.
This neighbor girl was almost like his newbie village guide.
"Hi, man, are you here to get some pants too?"
While Sida was lost in thought, the surfer boy in front greeted a new black brother walking toward them.
"No, no, no, I heard they're giving out condoms over here, you know?"
This new black brother was more concerned about hygiene issues, not every black person in the west liked to wear four pairs of pants.
But every black person in the west needed a dozen condoms.
"F**k, those b*tches have ten diseases each, I'm wearing two layers now!"
The surfer boy from the west coast also didn't forget about condoms.
Sida stood behind him, watching as the new black brother cut in line in front of him.
He was seething with anger.
He had lined up for an hour and had been cut seventeen times.
Even Han Xin would shake his head!
After queuing for an hour and a half, he finally got a gray sports top and a black sports pants.
Holding onto the clothes he had finally received, Sida walked out with the drink he had gotten at noon, ready to head back to the respawn point.
He would go back and change his clothes first, then find a place to take a shower and salvage his personal image.
Then he would go get a meal, striving to raise his health to sixty first.
Returning to the park with the tents, Sida found that Sani had already returned.
This girl was sitting outside her own tent, playing with her phone.
"Don't you have anything planned for today?"
Sida came out after changing clothes, and casually asked.
"Planned? Are you asking me out?"
The black girl was more straightforward, she was unfamiliar with the word "planned" and mistakenly thought that this Asian neighbor was asking her out.
"No, I'm not asking you out. Forget it, I'm going to find a self-service car wash or something now, to take a shower."
"Ha, I thought that Asian girl rejected you today, and now poor Sida needs the embrace of Sani Mama."
Sida was dumbfounded.
Sani Mama's embrace?
He glanced down at her.
The embrace was indeed quite substantial.
But he just wanted to survive now, everything else could wait.
And he didn't think he was pitiful.
For someone who had been on the brink of death due to illness, having a healthy body was already lucky enough.
"Sani, thank you for your kindness, but it's not too cold now. I'll come to you later when it gets colder in winter."
Sida threw out a curveball and slipped away.
The black girl noticed Sida's gaze and felt quite pleased with herself, straightening her body.
She watched Sida's fleeing figure with a twist of her mouth.
Indeed, he's an Asian man.
Given the opportunity, he's still useless.
Unfortunately, the strongest homeless system didn't come with telepathy, otherwise, Sida would definitely have to educate her about what Sani was thinking.