The western boundary of San Francisco's Chinatown, at the intersection of Kearny Street and Stockton Street.

Broadway.

Walking down the street, Zhang Jing struggled to find one or a few experts in graphics card design.

The result is too beautiful, except for tourists, normal residents.

There are also third sexes, vagrants, and psychopaths who are exaggerated in their clothing and behavior, and it is impossible to see who is a genius on the surface.

Like some neighborhoods in Los Angeles, it feels quite torn.

The causes are complex, and many overlap causes.

But these have nothing to do with Zhang Jing.

As a social parasite, he just wants to find from the army of vagabonds, those who once lived a life of dogs and horses, and later due to the economic crisis and various reasons, their wealth has shrunk significantly, and they are learned and talented.

In order to find such a genius, Zhang Jing put his heart sideways, gritted his teeth, and took out the adventurous spirit of going to the tomb, diving into the deep sea, and breaking into nightclubs!

Bent down and grab a handful of ash and wipe it on his face, tear two holes in his clothes, take out Xiao Zhang Jing and sprinkle urine on the side of the road.

Find a piece of cardboard and read: I'mveryhungry

Become a member of the army of vagabonds in an instant.

Sitting on the street corner, watching the crowd coming and going, I don't know if it is a pervert, Zhang Jing is very strong.

No wonder such people want to be homeless.

Luckily, in less than an hour, he came across a jacket with the words 'Suixin' written in English for 8 meters from a cold handsome guy.

Thank you, like other homeless people, Zhang Jing took 8 meters of Coke and potato chips.

After the sun went down, two handsome men with two coats printed in English with the words 'do nothing' and 'bookworms for more than 30 years' were rewarded with 1 meter yuan and 2 meters respectively.

However, this is not enough money to buy the cheapest burger.

Just as Zhang Jing was about to end his wandering life early, a homeless man across the street sat next to him.

The homeless man weighs about 130 pounds, is about 1.75 meters tall, looks thin, has a brown beard, but is not very old, about thirty.

"Dude," the brown-bearded young man asked, sitting next to Zhang Jing, "how much money do you have?" ”

Zhang Jing stretched out his right hand and opened his palm.

Looking at the three steel collapses in Zhang Jing's hand, the brown bearded young man hehe, "It's actually worse than me." ”

When he spoke, the brown beard also spread out his palm, and there were actually seven yuan.

"Let's go," the brown-bearded young man leaned straight to his body, "and I'll ask you to drink." ”

Hungry, Zhang Jing complained, "I want to eat meat." ”

The brown bearded young man said confidently, "If there is wine, there will be meat." ”

Zhang nodded his head, got up from the ground, and followed the brown bearded young man to the convenience store that was about to close.

Because he was a wanderer, Zhang Jing could feel the cashier's vigilance.

The brown bearded young man also felt it, but he didn't care, and took two bottles of cheap wine from the shelf.

Go back to the cashier and put the seven dollars on the counter.

"It's three dollars away."

Zhang Jing stepped forward and handed over his three yuan together.

After buying the wine and leaving the convenience store, the brown bearded young man handed a bottle of red wine to Zhang Jing, "My name is Paul. Keighley. ”

The names of the allies and the names of the Amu people are not visible in the eyes of the Orientals.

Just like Westerners can't tell the difference between the name of the person in country D and the name of the corn cob person.

Because of the long time, Zhang Jing knew that 'Paul. 'Keighley' is an Amu name, and I don't understand why foreigners have come to wander around the Allies.

A thought flashed in his heart, and Zhang Jing replied, "My name is Jack. Sheet. ”

"What a coincidence," said Paul, who had a big brown beard. Keighley laughed, "I saw in the newspaper, the new owner of the MAT graphics card manufacturer also called this name. ”

Zhang Jing smiled.

"Let's go," Paul said. Keighley beckoned, "Let's go find meat to eat, and we'll only eat the rest later." ”

Nodded his head.

Follow Paul. Keighley turned around and came to the back of a café.

Although it is a back door, there is also a signboard that reads 'Love Yao Yao Yao' in Chinese and English.

"The owner of this café is an Oriental," said Paul. "He would bring out the rest of the day's food at seven o'clock in the evening. ”

"That's good."

As he spoke, Zhang Jing had already seen that there were other wanderers gathering here, about seven or eight.

Wait about seven or eight minutes.

A handsome man in his mid-hair, black long-sleeved shirt, about thirty years old, walked out of the back door of the café.

"He's the boss of 'Love Yao Yao'," said Paul. Keighley whispered to introduce Zhang Jing, "A very loving D-nation descent, and the wanderers in the neighborhood are very grateful to him. ”

Zhang Jing didn't speak, because the other party had already approached, put a plastic box on the ground, and then turned to leave.

Inside are bags of all kinds of biscuits and small cakes packed one by one.

Most take one bag, but some take two.

"It's dessert," said Paul. Keighley raised the food in his hand and said in a good mood, "Let's go find meat to eat." ”

The food made people feel happy, and ten minutes later, Zhang Jing followed Paul. Keighley came to the back of a restaurant. Eight Chinese Net

There are three chefs in white hats smoking and chatting in the alley.

"Hi," greeted a blue-eyed, high-nosed chef, "Paul. Keighley, you didn't come yesterday. ”

"Yesterday there was enough food, and today I brought a new person to recognize the way."

"Okay," the blue-eyed, high-nosed chef chuckled, "you know the rules." ”

Paul. Keighley nodded, looking at Zhang Jingdao in the dim light, "They have better food, but you have to play guess the size with them, you will have meat to eat if you win, and nothing if you lose." ”

Zhang Jing was speechless, how boring does this have to be?

"Don't worry," said Paul. Keighley comforted Zhang Jing, "We have two people, two chances, the probability of winning is high, and they give us a lot of food, one is enough for us to have dinner." ”

Two small bowls, with a dice in them, one, two, three, small, four, five, six.

The chef smoked a cigarette in his mouth, shook the dice in the two small bowls vigorously with both hands, paused for a moment, and said with a smile, "Guess right, guess the leftover red wine baked steak for the reward guests, there are five and a half pieces." ”

Paul. Keighley thought hard, as if he had some trick up his sleeve.

"Small!" Paul. Keighley's tone was affirmative, "It must be small!" ”

Zhang Jing could see clearly from the side, the size of a dice broad bean, and there were fine metal components inside.

With Paul. Keighley's voice fell, and the dice flipped gently in the bowl.

As the small bowl opens, the opening is large.

This is called Paul with a big brown beard. Keighley was annoyed, and with a 50% probability, he actually missed five times in a row.

It's just unlucky, his mother opened the door unlucky, and unlucky to get home.

"This is my little buddy," said Paul. Keighley pulled Zhang Jing and introduced, "Give him a chance." ”

"Okay!" The three chefs smiled happily and agreed.

"Forget it," Zhang Jing refused, "I'll just eat cookies tonight." ”

"Don't," Paul. Keighley pulled Zhang Jing, "The 50% probability is very high, maybe there will be meat to eat at night." ”