Chapter 2: Newbie Village NPCs, Right?

The original owner was an orphan who spent tens of thousands of dollars to smuggle into the United States after graduating from college.

Just the travel expenses alone were already enormous.

He also fell for the snakeheads' lies, thinking that America was a paradise on earth.

Without much money, as an illegal immigrant, he couldn't find any work.

He didn't want to work as an illegal laborer in Chinese restaurants either.

In just a few days, he ended up wandering the streets.

Even the tent that Cheng Daqi had as his only companion was obtained by the original owner with stolen money.

But don't misunderstand.

He was a Chinese man with yellow skin.

A standard bottom-rung member of American society, even lower than Mexicans.

Once homeless, he was nothing more than a toy for the streets.

Even Indians dared to come and mess with him.

The original owner would never dare to steal in broad daylight; he couldn't fight either.

The original owner found an old Dangzi who was going to find his foster father and stayed there for half a month, finally getting a tent with a soul ring.

The only advantage of the tent was that it came with a neighbor.

And that neighbor was a girl.

A dark elf girl.

The one who found Cheng Daqi now was this advanced strange neighbor, the dark elf.

"Cheng, are you there?"

Cheng Daqi unzipped the tent, revealing dense vegetation in the forest undergrowth outside. His tent was pitched deep in a park.

The neighbor's big sister was named Sani. She had short, slightly curly hair, wore a brownish-yellow T-shirt on top, black sweatpants below, and sports shoes on her feet.

All geared towards easy escape.

At the moment, Sani was looking at Cheng Daqi with a puzzled expression, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

But don't get it wrong; it was purely because a black girl going out alone was not safe, and having a man around made everything easier and safer.

Especially when that man was Asian.

Meeting the basic requirement of being a man, but without much danger.

Sani felt that Asians weren't dangerous because she hadn't met any handsome, charming readers yet.

Sani was puzzled by Cheng Daqi's hesitation today.

"Cheng, you know, I don't really like going to get relief."

Reborn, but starting as a homeless person with nothing, what should he do?

Go for it, seize all resources!

Flexibly use communication skills, even the neighbor, the black girl, needs some serious PUA!

What's resource integration?

Creating resources when there are none, integrating resources.

Whether he could succeed or not was one thing; whether he tried or not was another.

LV5—PUA (System not certified), activate! Sani, taste the PUA techniques from the entrepreneurial big brother!

Cheng Daqi continued, his tone filled with concern and gentleness.

"But it might be dangerous for you to go alone. Let's go together."

In fact, the streets weren't that dangerous; it was just a small probability.

After all, there were laws here.

"Thanks, Cheng, thank you."

Clearly, Cheng Daqi's sudden moral kidnapping and PUA left Sani a bit confused.

The language spoken in America was English, but the English spoken by lower-class blacks was different from standard English.

In terms of grammar, tense, and vocabulary, it was limited by the group environment.

For ordinary low-educated blacks, their language system was influenced by their environment, making it illogical.

This was one of the reasons why lower-class blacks found it difficult to achieve good results in education.

(Note: Only for lower-class blacks, and only before the rise of internet media.)

Sani hadn't even finished high school, and she didn't even know how to respond to Cheng Daqi's PUA tactics.

Cheng Daqi was just taking advantage of her lack of education.

With a more knowledgeable crazy sister, she would have just turned around and asked why he thought she would consider that dangerous.

"Is there any water? I'm a little thirsty after waking up."

A certain shameless middle-aged man was not only tricking American girls to survive but also proposing to freeload.

Hmm, freeload a drink.

Cheng Daqi was also forced into a corner by life.

When the granary is full, we learn courtesy; when we're homeless, we have no courtesy.

Cheng Daqi, disregarding small details!

With his satiety dropping, he could die suddenly at any time.

According to a certain famous legal blogger, Xiang Lao, he was now eating people, which could be considered an emergency escape.

Now I'm just drinking some water, which could be considered having a heart of a Bodhisattva, right?

Cheng Daqi also wanted some food, but asking for it now would make his previous PUA lose its logical basis.

Saying he didn't want relief but then begging from his neighbor, what was that?

Even if Sani wasn't very smart, she wasn't stupid either.

"Wait a moment, I still have some juice I got two days ago, but it's mango-flavored, and I don't like it."

Life as an American homeless person was quite interesting.

Many blue states had shelters where you could live and eat for free.

Although it took many days to get in, there was free food every day.

On weekdays, there was the shelter's cafeteria.

On weekends, there were charity organizations giving out relief meals.

There were even special events where you could get all sorts of things.

You could say that the life of an American homeless person was pretty good, of course, compared to homeless people in other countries.

What Cheng Daqi was more grateful for was that he was reborn in San Lodo.

California's San Lodo.

California, the stronghold of the Blue Party, the bastion of white leftists, the state with the highest proportion of welfare spending in the government's total expenditure.

San Lodo, apart from the sound of gunshots every day, was also one of the top cities in America in terms of economic ranking.

The homeless people here lived like 'immortals'.

Some homeless people from other states even came here by hitching rides on big trucks.

Especially in the red states where homeless people were driven away, California was a promised land for homeless people from those places.

This showed how caring the welfare system here was for homeless people.

As Cheng Daqi's thoughts surged, Sani handed over the mango juice.

"Thanks, do you have a power bank? My phone's dead, just need a quick charge."

Sani nodded and went back into the tent.

The mango drink given by the dark elf girl was a brand Cheng Daqi had never heard of before, a reddish-orange tin can with a volume of 400ml.

According to the girl, it wasn't very delicious.

Cheng Daqi didn't mind; he even drank it as if it were a treasure.

After all, he was extremely hungry and weak; he needed to replenish his energy urgently.

And high-sugar fruit drinks could be said to have the highest energy density of any beverage.

Drinking enough could even stave off hunger better than eating.

After drinking it, his satiety level increased by fifteen points.

Cheng Daqi felt like he was refreshing an NPC in a video game.

Quest: Beg for food with an NPC.

Food and drink given: A bottle of mango juice, high-sugar drinks can slightly increase satiety.

Equipment provided: No, it should be rented equipment, you can borrow a power bank.

"Sani, sometimes I feel really lucky to have a neighbor like you."

Cheng Daqi didn't hesitate to flatter her generously.

Now wasn't the time to save face; when a girl like her stood up for him, she was truly a heroine.

If it weren't for Sani but a third brother who was soaking marshmallows in lizard juice.

Cheng Daqi doubted if he could wake up safely from the tent.

If the black brother was a lion on the street, in a group.

Then the third brother was a hyena on the street, playing dirty, with no bottom line.

"Hey, let's get going; we might miss out on the food if we're late."

Sani was a quiet girl, not quite used to Cheng Daqi's behavior today.

In her memory, the original Cheng Daqi was very quiet, hardly saying a few words a day.

Today's Cheng Daqi seemed like a completely different person.

Actually, the original owner was also awakened by the iron fist of the true Wangdaole Paradise, unable to accept the reality of the devastation.

His dream homeland shattered, it was no wonder he fell into despair and died suddenly.

Cheng Daqi took the power bank and plugged the charging cable into his phone.

The phone left by the original owner was an iPhone 6, which wasn't too outdated in 2018, so it still worked.

He was eager to see what the world was like now; the internet was the fastest way to get information.

Although the snakehead was black, they still gave each customer an American phone card.

His phone could still access the internet.

However, Cheng Daqi chose to turn on the front camera first.

Sure enough, handsome and charming, with a nine-point appearance, just one point less than those handsome readers.

The only downside was that he looked a bit haggard due to his weak body, but he didn't look bad.