America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 14 - : Ricocheting Bullet

"Every Chinese person in the school is incredibly rich! And they are super generous too! They buy condos in the California Rich District outright without even blinking an eye! Plus, their families are pretty much all in the service industry!"

Jason, green with envy, said, "Sometimes I even think, how great it would be if I was born in China! Fxxk you! America!!"

"..."

It really flipped the minds of his family. Even in this day and age, the Rednecks in Texas have started to hype up China.

The bullet launched by Europe's China-hype a few centuries ago has finally hit the Redneck right between the eyebrows.

Service industry?

Allen Zhang was utterly baffled and bewildered.

What kind of service industry could make that much money?

"Fxxk you! Jason! Stop bragging!! The most you have is five and a half inches."

A black girl with braids suddenly spoke up, openly mocking Diss at him, "Are you picturing yourself in those adult films? Those are brave men willing to go under the knife, not weaklings like you."

"Yeah, I know! No need to elaborate, Fitz, so what? Just because we've slept together?"

Jason, his face red and neck bulging, shouted loudly, "I've got to be better than the Asians, right? Allen? How big are you?"

He turned and directed the question towards Allen Zhang.

Allen Zhang's mouth twitched.

Thank you, I'm offended.

Are you eating fried dough?

How do you expect me to answer this question?

This is stereotyping!!

"I have nine inches."

Allen Zhang chose to tell the truth.

"Fxxk you!! Allen! That's impossible!!"

Jason's eyes widened in disbelief, others too had a ghostly expression, shaking their heads repeatedly, "Unless you can prove it to me!!"

"Buddy, how am I supposed to prove it to you with so many girls here?"

Allen Zhang shrugged his shoulders.

"Or do you want us to spend some time alone, and then you tell me, 'Hey, Allen, you really are strong! So mighty and domineering! I brought a condom!'"

"Fxxk! I don't want that! That would be stupid, buddy! Why are you so curious about me? You're not a woman." Allen Zhang grumbled.

Jason scratched his head.

Still unwilling to let it go, he planned to privately confirm it.

He didn't want to admit he was the weakest except for Simone's ex-boyfriend.

Even Dave was much stronger than him, boasting seven inches.

Self-proclaimed as the French cannon!

"You're drunk, Jason. Don't stand up and bother everyone!" Simone stood up and tugged at him.

"Alright, maybe I am drunk. But I've only had two Budweisers."

Jason shrugged his shoulders, sat down again, and patted Allen Zhang, "Buddy, I'm not targeting you, don't take it to heart. We're just curious about it! Just like we're curious why the Japanese like to eat poop."

"..."

Does Japan really have this hobby? It seems they indeed do.

"No worries, I'm not taking it to heart because I'm a tough guy."

Allen Zhang spread his hands and said with a smile: "We both are different types of keys, buddy! You need to find your own, stop staring at me, okay? Actually, being small can be cute too."

"Oh! man! Are you even supposed to say that? Hahaha..." Everyone around burst into laughter.

Jason, red-faced and scratching his head, looked as red as a monkey's butt.

"Allen, on my way back I heard someone talking about a new Asian homeless guy who beat up some street homeless fellows and took over a street. That must be you, right?" Simone said with a smile.

"It was me." Allen Zhang nodded, not expecting that everyone knew what he had done. The news spread ridiculously fast.

"I knew it was you!!"

Simone cheered, then turned to Fitz next to her and held out her hand, "Give me the money!"

Fitz, with her dreadlocks and wearing a t-shirt, rolled her eyes, "Bitch, you got lucky this time."

Reluctantly, she pulled out 5 US Dollars from her cargo pants pocket and handed it over to Simone.

Then she looked at Allen and said, "Bro, I have to say you're really surprising, I heard you're also a boxing champion? Looking at those muscles, no wonder you managed to drive Ethan and his guys away."

The French guy, Dave, rolled up Allen's sleeve and saw nothing but tough tendon meat, hard as iron, impossible even to pinch.

"Dude, this is too much. You must know some Chinese kung fu!!"

Dave was amazed.

"I never said that, nor have I won many titles; I just enjoy fitness," Allen replied with a smile, "but ordinary people indeed are no match for me. Three or four can't take me down. I'm tough-boned."

"You weren't so modest during the day, bro," Simone immediately joked, "Be confident, Allen. You could brag about how awesome you are; we want you to cover us in the future!"

"I'd be happy to."

Allen laughed, "Well, you got me. I am indeed very strong because my punch can reach 350 kilograms! The average punch weight is 700 pounds!"

"I once fought against a heavyweight contestant who was 198 cm tall and weighed 260 pounds, who threw a 960-pound punch, definitely going to be a future heavyweight champion! And I sparred with that future champion; do you think I'm good?"

"Oh!! That's incredible! You could directly compete in professional MMA matches, buddy."

Everyone laughed.

The group raised their beer bottles again, shouting around the bonfire, "Long live freedom! Damn the United States."

"Sorry I'm late! You guys seem to be having a great chat here?"

A voice came from behind, and Allen turned around to see a white girl.

Blonde and slightly curly hair, brown eyes, wearing colorful eyeshadow, and red lips. She was wearing a black Nike t-shirt and jeans, with flat shoes.

"I just woke up. Who was shouting around here just now?" the girl asked.

"Hey, what's your name?" Spotting a new face, she quickly greeted and asked.

"You can call me Allen." Allen answered.

"Hello, Allen. I'm Jennifer. Are you the newcomer here?" The white girl sat next to him boldly and warmly hugged his arm.

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Dave, who was squeezed out of two seats next to them, looked puzzled and shook his head but didn't say anything, just took a swig of his drink.

"Hey! Jennifer! Can you not start flirting right away? That can easily scare our boys! Do you try to hook up with every man that lives in the camp?"

Simone spoke annoyed.

"Okay, I just heard there was a new guy here and came to check it out. Next, I have to go to work," Jennifer shrugged her shoulders, unconcerned by the other's attitude.

She casually picked up Allen's beer bottle, took a drink straight from it, and then held his face and planted a big kiss on it.

"I'd love to stay and get to know you better, but sadly, I don't have much time today."

Those puppy-dog eyes could melt hearts.

Allen swore it was the first time he had seen that kind of look.

"Goodbye, handsome! Remember to visit my workplace sometime."

She picked up a piece of fried chicken, patted her butt, and walked away stylishly.

"She has a job too? Night shifts? Does she work part-time in a convenience store?"

Allen was slightly surprised. He touched his own cheek, feeling that the West Coast didn't just have female benefactors but also such fiery and passionate golden roses!

Her features were truly beautiful, well-defined and elegant, scoring a 9.5 out of 10, and she had quite the figure.

Like an angel fallen to earth.