Chapter 8 "Windfall" (8) Banknotes

The way to celebrate is simple and cheap,

Roy opened the refrigerator and opened a can of orange soda priced at 0.25 yuan. He drank two large gulps, and his mouth was filled with the taste of xylitol and artificial flavors.

The carbon dioxide hit his throat, and he burped, and most of the heat in his body was taken away in an instant.

Just like the slogan printed on the drink, it was cool and comfortable, and I felt particularly comfortable. I just lay naked on the bed and laughed like a madman.

Somehow, a high-pitched electronic buzzing sound appeared in his ears, which sounded like the sound of an antique FM radio.

(Something’s wrong, there’s obviously no alcohol in the soda, so why are you so drunk now? Your vision is a bit blurry.)

Sitting down on the toilet, covering his head with his hands,

Whether it was the ambient lighting in the capsule hotel room or the smell of feces he had just created, it all seemed so psychedelic, as if it was reminding Roy:

(Stop being so damn pretty, poor guy, this is all a dream!)

Roy flushed the toilet, washed his face, and then slapped himself hard in front of the mirror.

"Wake up and stop daydreaming, you loser!"

Looking at the red palm prints on his cheeks, Roy grinned;

"Hahahaha! The poor guy really became rich all of a sudden. This is not a dream... I am the new upstart in York City!"

Turning on the TV built into the wall, a vulgar reality show was playing, and the sons and daughters of wealthy families were showing off their luxury cars to the camera.

I drank another bottle of orange soda worth 0.25 yuan, and tore open the package of chocolate priced at 0.50 yuan and ate it. The peanut filling inside was quite satisfying.

The things in the hotel were much more expensive than in the supermarket. Normally, he would never let go of them. Roy gradually calmed down and thought about what to do next.

(There's no need to be too frugal now, but you can't spend money lavishly either, it will definitely attract attention.

First apply for interstellar immigration qualifications for yourself and Anna, and continue to work in the factory within the review period. With so many eyes staring at you, if you don't get enough protection, whoever will be jealous will report it. Poor people should look like poor people. Only by keeping a low profile will you be safe.

.)

Another channel is broadcasting the most popular reality show recently,

Due to a family dispute, brothers and sisters fought over inheritance. Instead of trying to stop the fight, the audience applauded. The reality show was really vulgar and boring, so he pressed the remote control to change the program.

York City Channel 6 is broadcasting the classic old TV series "The Spy", which is Roy's favorite.

The protagonist of the movie is a spy who steals trade secrets and is escaping from the pursuit of corporate soldiers. As he watched, Roy suddenly remembered something, which made him break into a cold sweat.

Imitating the plot in the movie, he opened the lockbox again, dumped all the money inside on the bed, and carefully rummaged through each pile of money to prevent someone from hollowing out something and hiding something in it. The result was a false alarm.

Roy still felt uneasy and began to fumble for the sponge stuffed inside the suitcase. What worried him still happened, and his fingers touched a hard object.

He destroyed the sponge with scissors and found a small metal box embedded in the inner layer of the box, with small lamp beads on it still flashing red.

At this time, the indoor temperature displayed on the central air conditioner screen is 24 degrees Celsius, which is the most comfortable temperature for the human body.

But Roy felt cold to the bone and shivered all over, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

(There is no doubt that the small metal box is a satellite locator. Heavily armed gang members may break into the capsule hotel at any time, kill him, and collect the money.)

"No... we can't let those bastards succeed. This is my money! I worked hard to get it!"

Roy murmured to himself that he was more afraid of having his money taken away than death. He was already afraid of poverty in his life.

(Thanks to watching TV, I remembered it, otherwise I would have been hung up.)

After putting on his clothes, the pistol was still stuck diagonally on his belt, all the money was poured into the supermarket plastic shopping bag, and the other hand was holding an empty password box.

It was already late at night, and the landlady had already taken a rest. Looking at the front desk was a little girl wearing a nose ring and dyed purple hair.

"I'm checking out."

Roy took out the key card and threw it towards the counter.

The little girl was playing video games and didn't even raise her eyes to look at him.

He just said "Oh.", pressed the keyboard a few times, took back the room card and said: "It has been canceled. Welcome to visit next time."

Pushing open the glass door, the biting wind hit his face directly. It was wet and cold outside. Roy tightened his coat, put on his hood, and walked alone in the dark alley.

After coming to the street, I saw a trash can that was set on fire. Several homeless people in ragged clothes were squatting next to keep warm. One of them said:

"Hey, sir, please give me some change."

"No!"

"Don't leave. I'll give you two steel coins. I won't mind it, buddy."

"You annoying poor guy, stay away from me and find a job!"

"What the hell...what did you say?"

Several homeless people gathered around with broken wine bottles, and the leader threatened: "Boy, throw your wallet over here, and this matter is over."

"I don't have a wallet, we only have this." Roy pulled out his automatic pistol, and the other party was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.

"Humph, this thing is so useful. I should have brought one with me a long time ago. I wouldn't have eaten so much before!"

After turning a few corners, I found a large row of motorcycles parked on the street. It was a gathering of drag racing gangs. These people all looked extremely tough. The women were all muscular and had barbarian-like hairstyles.

Roy tried to stay away from them as much as possible, but he still felt the malicious eyes staring at him and his shopping bag.

So he quickened his pace, and his hand in his pocket touched the handle of the pistol, which made him feel a little relieved, and he murmured softly;

"There are a lot of idle people in this city. They don't have to work or sleep. It's no wonder the public order is good."

The dazzling headlights came from behind. When I looked back, I saw a dirty and old garbage truck. The driver was a country bumpkin wearing a plaid shirt and a full beard.

The words "John Straucher Garbage Removal Company Sr." are painted on the iron plate on the side of the car.

Bags of domestic garbage are piled in the semi-open carriage.

Flies were buzzing, and every time the wheels bumped on the bad road, the loose car parts made a clanking sound.

Roy moved his shoulders a little, threw the password box into the car, and watched the taillights of the garbage truck disappear in the fog, which was the direction of the suburbs.

His mind was filled with ideal visions;

Gangsters followed the tracker signal and retrieved the crushed lockbox from the smelly landfill.

The leader yelled in a rage, and the younger brothers fired guns at the garbage dump to vent their anger, scaring the rubes who were cleaning up the garbage until they were pissed.
Chapter completed!