The original host was an orphan who, after graduating, spent a few tens of thousands to smuggle himself into America.
Just the journey's cost was already immense.
He had been fooled by the snakehead's lies, thinking that the land of righteousness was some kind of earthly paradise.
Not bringing much gold coin, as an illegal immigrant, he found no one wanted to hire him.
He didn't even want to wash dishes in a Chinese restaurant's back kitchen.
Within days, he was homeless on the streets.
The only companion Cheng Daqi had was a tent, which the original host had acquired by bursting someone else's gold coin stash.
Don't misunderstand.
An Asian from Hua Country.
The absolute bottom of America's ecological chain, even lower than Mexicans.
Once homeless, purely a toy for the grand stage of the streets.
The original host would never dare to bust gold coins directly; he wasn't strong enough to fight.
The original body found an old man about to go meet the Heavenly Father and stuck with him for half a month, managing to get a tent with a spirit ring.
The tent's only benefit was that it came with a neighbor.
And the neighbor was a girl.
A dark night elf girl.
The one who found Cheng Daqi now was this dark night elf, his high-level monster neighbor.
"Cheng, are you there?"
Cheng Daqi unzipped his tent, and outside was a densely vegetated grove, with his tent pitched deep in a park.
The neighbor big sister was named Sani; this girl had short hair with a slight curl, wearing a brownish-yellow t-shirt on top, black track pants below, and was in sneakers.
Her main focus was making it easy to bolt.
Right now, Sani was looking at Cheng Daqi with confusion in her eyes, and a bit of expectation too.
Don't misunderstand, purely because a black girl acting alone isn't quite safe; having a man around just makes things easier and safer.
Especially if the man is of Asian descent.
Meeting the basic criteria of being a man while presenting no significant danger.
The black girl believes Asians pose no major threat because she has not met any of the handsome and charming readers here.
Sani is wondering why Cheng Daqi is so hesitant today.
"Sani, you know I'm not really fond of getting relief aid."
Reborn, but starting off as a penniless homeless man, what to do?
Go forth, seize all resources!
Use communication skills flexibly; even the neighbor black girl must be thoroughly PUA'd!
What's called resource integration?
No resources? Create and integrate them.
Whether you become successful is one thing, whether you act is another.
LV5—PUA (unverified by the system), activate! Sani, taste the PUA skills from the entrepreneurial brother.
Cheng Daqi continued, his tone carrying concern and gentleness.
"But it might indeed be dangerous for you to go alone, let's go together."
In truth, the streets weren't that dangerous, just a very small probability.
After all, there were still laws around here.
"Mm... Thanks, Cheng, thank you."
Clearly, Cheng Daqi's sudden moral hijacking and PUA left Sani a bit bewildered.
Americans speak English, but the language of lower-class black people is different from standard English.
In grammar, tense, and word usage, it's restricted by certain group environments when compared to mainstream English.
For ordinary black people with low education, their language system is highly illogical due to environmental influences.
This is also one of the reasons lower-class black people struggle to achieve better in education.
(Note, limited to lower-class black people, and only before the rise of internet media.)
Sani didn't even finish high school, and she didn't know how to respond to Cheng Daqi's PUA tactics.
Cheng Daqi was just taking advantage of her lack of education.
If it were a clued-in crazy sister, she'd just shoot back with why do you get to define what I would consider dangerous.
"Got water? Just woke up, a bit thirsty."
A shameless middle-aged man, in order to survive, started to swindle an American girl and even asked for a freebie.
Yeah, a freebie drink.
Cheng Daqi was also driven into a corner by life.
Full barns determine one's courtesy; the homeless him had no courtesy.
Cheng Daqi, one who isn't bound by trifles!
With hunger status hitting rock bottom, he could drop dead at any moment.
As per a famous legal blogger, Teacher Xiang's saying, even if he had to cannibalize right now, it would be considered an emergency defense.
Now, all I have to do is take a sip of water, and that qualifies me as having a Bodhisattva's heart, right?
Cheng Daqi still wanted a bite to eat, but getting it now would invalidate the reasonableness of his previous "PUA" tactics.
Talking about refusing welfare but coming over to a neighbor to beg for food, huh?
The neighbor, Sani, may not be the brightest, but she's no fool.
"Hold on, I still have some juice I got the day before yesterday, but it's mango-flavored. I don't like it," she said.
The life of a homeless person in America is actually quite interesting.
Many Blue States have shelters where you can stay and eat for free.
Even though you might have to queue for many days to get in, free food is available every day.
Shelters provide meals on workdays.
Charitable organizations distribute relief meals on days off.
There are also special events that give away a variety of things.
It can be said that the days of a homeless person in America are quite comfortable, of course, compared to those in other countries.
What Cheng Daqi is even more grateful for is that the place he was reborn is San Rodolfo, California.
San Rodolfo, California.
California, the stronghold of Blue Democratic and Bai Zuo, is one of America's Sanctuary States and the place among the highest welfare expenditure as a percentage of the government's total outlays in America.
San Rodolfo, apart from the daily shootings, is also one of the top economic cities in America.
The life of a homeless person here can be described as 'god-like'.
Even homeless people from other states in America come here on trucks, drawn by its reputation.
Especially from the several Red States that are harsh on the homeless, California is like the promised land to them.
This shows how considerate the welfare system for the homeless is here.
As Cheng Daqi was deep in thought, Sani handed him the mango juice.
"Thanks, do you have a power bank? My phone is dead. A quick charge will do," he said.
Sani nodded and turned back into her tent.
The mango drink given to him by the girl from the previous night was from a brand Cheng Daqi had never heard of. It was in an orange-red can that held a full four hundred milliliters.
But as the girl said, it wasn't all that delicious.
Cheng Daqi didn't mind at all, and even treasured it like it was precious, drinking it all in one go.
After all, he was very hungry and his body was weak; he needed to replenish his energy badly.
And high-sugar fruit drinks can be said to be one of the highest energy density drinks available.
If you drink enough, they can even stave off hunger better than food.
After drinking it, his feeling of fullness increased by fifteen points.
Cheng Daqi felt like he was refreshing the NPC quests in Hand Village.
Quest release: Have to beg for food with an NPC.
Food and drink: He got a can of mango juice. High-sugar drinks provide a small increase in fullness.
Equipment offer: No, it should be equipment rental, allowing for a power bank to be borrowed.
"Sani, sometimes I'm really grateful to have a neighbor like you," Cheng Daqi didn't skimp on the flattery.
Now was not the time to worry about pride. The young lady was so generous; she could be called a knight-errant.
If his neighbor wasn't Sani, but instead a Bharti bro forcing puffs into lizards.
Cheng Daqi doubted he would have woken up safely from the tent.
If Black brothers are the street's lions, hunting in packs.
Then Bharti bros are the street's African hyenas, fond of playing dirty and utterly shameless.
"Hey, let's hurry and leave, or we'll miss out on food," Sani said.
Sani is a quiet girl and wasn't accustomed to Cheng Daqi's behavior today.
In her memory, the original Cheng Daqi was very silent, hardly speaking a few words in a day.
Cheng Daqi today seemed like a completely different person.
Actually, his original self was also awakened by the harsh reality of the king's paradise, seeing the stark wounds and not being able to accept the harshness of life.
His fantasy of a homeland was shattered, so it wasn't surprising that he died suddenly of despair.
Cheng Daqi took the power bank and plugged the charging cable into his phone.
The phone the original owner left was an Orange 6, which was not too outdated in 2018 and was still usable.
He was eager now to see what the world was like.
The internet is the fastest way to get information.
Although the smuggler was shady, he still provided a phone card for each client to use in America.
He could still go online with his phone.
However, Cheng Daqi chose to turn on the front camera first.
Indeed, handsome as a tall, graceful tree, a nine out of ten in looks, his bearing was no less than in his previous life.
The only flaw was his pale and haggard appearance due to his weakened body.