sinovels Chapter 49 I Want to Win Him Over
Chapter 49 I Want to Win Him Over
"Temperature? Impossible!"
Miguel also looked incredulous. "I clearly saw blood all over the ground just now. There's no way he could still be alive."
I've already bought a new car; if Jason is still alive, how can I ever make up for my losses?
Just then, Jason suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at Miguel.
Miguel screamed in fright and jumped two meters away, almost falling to the ground.
He turned around, still shaken, and saw Lin Ximeng withdraw his hand, saying slowly, "Don't panic, I pinched his philtrum to wake him up."
Because of his intelligence, Lin Ximeng already knew that Jensen was still alive.
That's why I tried this folk remedy to see if I could wake the person up.
He didn't expect that the moment his fingers touched the philtrum and he applied a little pressure, Jason would immediately wake up from his unconsciousness:
As expected of a T1 athlete, their physical attributes and will to survive are truly remarkable.
Jason blinked, still dazed, and after a long pause, he spoke hoarsely, "What happened to me? Where am I?"
Lin Ximeng leaned against the car and slowly recounted the whole story: "You went missing. Your wife asked us to find you. We found you in the drainage pipes..."
He didn't elaborate on Miguel and Gray's true intentions, only mentioning the key information.
After listening, Jason stood there stunned for a long time, as if he was processing everything.
After a long pause, he finally said to Lin Ximeng earnestly, "Thank you."
After speaking, he lowered his head and fell silent.
Miguel and Gray were still frozen in place, staring at each other, both a little dazed, clearly not yet recovered from the reversal of "corpses turning into living people".
The two of them tacitly moved a few steps away and whispered to each other.
Miguel lowered his voice, his tone filled with anger: "How could Jason be alive? My car is totaled, the losses are irreparable!"
Gray pushed up his glasses, sighed, and said with a hint of relief, "As expected of the body I carefully selected, this vitality is definitely the right choice."
He mentally raised his rating of Jason's physical abilities once again: there was so much blood on the scene, it was obvious he had been attacked. An ordinary homeless person would have died ten times over. This body is really tough.
Miguel grew angrier and angrier, and couldn't help but complain, "My perfectly good pickup truck is wrecked, and I was almost knocked out of breath by a car just now. I was counting on this corpse smuggling deal to break even, and now it's all gone!"
He suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh right, I also need to give Simon Lin $100 later."
Thinking about all this made Miguel even angrier.
Miguel said, about to rush towards Simon Lin, "I'm going to tell him that the $100 is canceled!"
"Wait a minute," Gray grabbed Miguel and shook his head, "Haven't you realized that Lin Simon's value far exceeds $100?"
Seeing Miguel's puzzled expression, Gray sighed:
These graduates from non-prestigious universities indeed lacked observational skills.
Gray began to explain:
"His ability to find information and locate people indicates that he has access to intelligence channels."
"Just now, facing the current, he dared to drive at extreme speed to rescue people."
"He's bold and thoughtful; he's definitely not an ordinary homeless person on the street."
Gray paused for a moment, then stated his plan: "I want to win him over."
Miguel thought for a moment, putting aside his emotions, and knew that Gray was right.
He frowned and said, "This guy just talked back to me, can he listen to me?"
Gray, however, was confident: "Simple. Just let him experience middle-class life, and he'll change. He'll never want to be a homeless person again, and then he'll naturally listen to you."
......
After everyone rested for a while, Lin Ximeng drove the pickup truck and took everyone back.
When Pikachu returned to the shelter's distribution point, Miguel reluctantly pulled out $100.
Lin Ximeng grabbed the banknotes, stuffed them into his pocket, and without saying much, drove Jason back to his fiancée's place.
Half an hour later, when Jason saw his long-awaited fiancée, his eyes instantly reddened, and he finally broke his silence.
Jason and his fiancée Miranda embraced tightly for a while.
"Where did you go? I've been looking for you for ages! You scared me to death!"
Miranda choked up, her hand constantly stroking Jason's cheek.
Jason hugged her tightly, gritting his teeth as he revealed the truth: "They're our friends, our neighbors in the neighborhood..."
Lin Ximeng listened for a while before understanding the whole story:
It turns out that Jason didn't want to join gangs or participate in zero-dollar shopping with his other Black friends; he insisted on making money through honest small business.
These actions, on the contrary, made those people dislike them.
So, just a few days ago, they went outside with Jason, lured him to a sewer drain, and attacked him there.
Lin Ximeng frowned upon hearing this:
What does this mean? Does it mean that good people should be bullied?
After saying this, Jason's eyes dimmed, and he sighed dejectedly, "It seems that making money honestly is not going to work. Next time I'll go to the zero-dollar shopping mall and be a proper black man."
Judging from his tone, Simon Lin understood that Jason had become self-destructive after suffering a setback.
Resistance will only lead to death sooner or later.
Compliance might allow you to live a few more days.
Jason clearly made his own choice.
After the couple finished talking, Jason turned to Simon Lin and said, "I have a small food cart that I no longer need. I hope you can take it with you..."
After Jason finished speaking, he went to a hidden cardboard box and pushed out a small food cart and several foam boxes.
He brought the items to Lin Ximeng and introduced them to him.
The food carts are used to quickly make hamburgers on the street, and the foam boxes contain hamburger ingredients, including patties and buns.
Jason said, "Young man, these are all my belongings from my previous business ventures. Take them as a thank you for saving me."
Miranda walked over, took out $100 and handed it to him: "Thank you, Mr. Horus, for bringing him back to me safely."
This $100 was pieced together from several $5, $10, and even $1 bills, clearly accumulated over a long period of time.
The food cart was once Jason's hope, but now he has clearly given up on it.
"Understood, I'll accept them all."
Lin Ximeng did not refuse.
Although the couple had given up on themselves, Simon Lin would not.
"The storm is coming, Jason, it's a little too early for you to give up."
"Mr. Horus, I don't understand what you mean?"
Lin Ximeng didn't explain his exclusive information, but simply waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'll contact you tomorrow."
After saying that, Lin Ximeng drove away.
On the bus, Lin Ximeng did a quick calculation:
I had a good morning: $100 in wages for the shift leader (to be settled later by Emily), $100 in psychological compensation from Miguel, and $100 in thank-you money I just received.
The remaining $414.71 from yesterday, plus the $200 that has already been credited to my account, totals $614.71.
huge sum of money!
Lin Ximeng couldn't help but smile as he looked at the port not far away: With so much money, he could even go to those seafood restaurants and have a good meal!
Such enjoyment was completely unimaginable for Lin Ximeng just three days ago.
"Buzzing"
At that moment, Lin Ximeng's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
Simon answered the phone and found that it was Gray inviting him to a seafood feast.
How did you know I wanted to eat seafood?
Lin Ximeng naturally agreed to the offer of a free meal:
In any case, it's better than getting a carb bomb from a street food stall.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Ximeng didn't rush to the appointment. Instead, he went around to the alley he had been in before: a place where many women were enthusiastically working.
Lin Ximeng found the little mustache huddled in the corner sunbathing, along with the two brothers wearing red and blue pants.
"Come on, I'll take you out for a good meal."
Half an hour later, the four arrived at the agreed location:
Mijami Seafood Restaurant.
This restaurant is very popular, with long queues outside. The decor is exquisite, with spotless floor-to-ceiling windows and vintage fishing net decorations hanging at the entrance. The air is filled with the rich aroma of seafood.
The two brothers in red and blue pants stared wide-eyed: "My goodness, Mr. Horus, are we going to eat here?"
Seeing Lin Simon nod, the two brothers in red and blue pants became even more excited:
They promised a meal included, and it turns out this place is really this great! This is so much better than the welfare meals.
Just then, an impatient voice came from the queue at the entrance: "Hey, you homeless people, get out of the way!"
The speakers were three Asians, one woman and two men, dressed in neat casual clothes.
The red and blue brothers had just received their supplies and changed into clean clothes today, but their old shoes and slightly awkward posture still gave them away.
Lin Ximeng frowned and glanced at it. "Japanese?"
"Good to know," the three Japanese said with pride.
One of the men, with a buzz cut, leaned forward and said arrogantly, "This isn't a place for you. Get out of here and don't hold up our queue."
The Japanese woman in blue next to me frowned and turned to ask her companion, "How much longer do we have to wait? We've been waiting for an hour already, it's so annoying."
At that moment, a waiter in uniform and a black bow tie quickly approached, looked at Simon Lin, and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Horus?"
Lin Ximeng nodded slightly.
The waiter immediately flashed a professional smile: "Mr. Gray is already waiting for you inside. Please follow me."
After speaking, he turned to the side and gestured for someone to lead the way.
Lin Ximeng took the lead and followed, with the bearded man and the brothers in red and blue pants quickly behind. As they passed the three Japanese men, the man in red pants couldn't help but say to the man in blue pants, "Look, the Japanese are really good at queuing."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was just enough for the three people next to him to hear.
The faces of the three Japanese instantly turned a deep liver color.