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Chapter 3 Go home
Walking home along the south lane, flying high for half an hour gained nearly 2 worship points, and the backstage worship value gradually stopped growing until he reached the door.
Goofy’s Marvel Comics World Home is an old residential building located behind Macy’s. The small and medium-sized apartment is about 6 square meters. The apartment has one living room, one bathroom and two bedrooms. The kitchen is attached to the living room.
This apartment belongs to Lucy, the white mother of Goofy. Lucy was naive and reckless. At the age of ten, she was knocked up by an unnamed Chinese and gave birth to Goofy. At the age of five, Lucy died of excessive drinking.
After his mother died, Uncle Goofy, Frank, specially moved to be his guardian, but the main reason for letting this uncle move here was that Lucy left a two-bedroom apartment.
Frank is a native of Brooklyn. He dropped out of high school for a year and a half and entered the society. At the age of 37, Frank deliberately broke two fingers of his left hand on a lathe in a steel car, thus earning money from his old employer, insurance company and local trade union, and obtaining the qualification of receiving subsidies from the government. Thanks to this "accident", he has never worked since.
Frank is addicted to alcohol and goes out at night. In recent years, he has simply hung around in major restaurants and drunk all night, and he just found a sunny square bench to sleep for a day during the day, so Goofy has not seen this old guy for nearly a month.
However, when Frank came home today, he sat on the sofa in the living room and watched it.
It will be some time before Goofy can meet this degenerate uncle. I didn’t expect to meet him so soon.
However, according to Frank’s personality, he will soon evaporate, and his daily drinking will not be unexpected even if he suddenly dies and flies high outside.
"Oh, you’re back, my good boy." Frank looked back at the door and came in. Goofy said drunkenly, there were a few bottles of hard liquor on the tea table. The old man never left home.
"Hi Frank" Goofy nodded blankly and then went straight to his room.
"Did you find a job?" Frank said as he picked up the bottle and took a sip. "I guess it’s still a clue, right?" Without this dog, the world is like this. Every day, the country shouts freedom, democracy and equality, but the citizens can even find his most basic work … "
"That’s because you don’t intend to find a job at all. You think that receiving subsidies and cheating are enough for you to live through this generation." Goofy couldn’t help but vomit.
"Oh, not because I don’t want to work, but because I yearn for freedom!" Frank plausibly said, "I don’t want to be bossed around by some guys with brains full of shit. I’m a dignified person."
Then he held up the bottle in his hand "to freedom and dignity!"
Goofy shook his head gently, obviously not recognizing his remarks.
Frank saw Goofy’s face denying the bottle and said, "Hey, I know what you’re thinking. You think your uncle’s lack of progress is a social moth, right?"
Goofy stand stand hand "I didn’t say that"
Frank became a little excited. "But that’s what you mean. Your thoughts have been written on your face, but you have to understand that I have struggled before, and I have earned my freedom today by my own efforts …"
Speaking of which, Frank held out three fingers and waved his left hand in front of Goofy. "See? This is my effort, and this is what I pay. If I hadn’t bravely dedicated myself, you would have starved to death on the streets of Brooklyn! "
"Well, I admit you paid." Goofy didn’t bother to argue with Frank, who was already seven minutes drunk, and went back to his room after perfunctory recognition of his fallacies.
He has to figure it out quickly, just as he can die quickly and effectively.
You can’t go to the intersection of death. It seems that it’s not so easy to be killed by a car, especially in such a place where people come and go. It’s too fast to gain the value of worship. It’s not worth it to get promoted several times after two or three times.
The best plan is to find a sparsely populated place to be brave and brave.
But what is there to be brave in a sparsely populated place?
Goofy used his quick brain and soon found the answer.
A small supermarket two blocks away.
The owner of the supermarket is an old Chinese aunt who has been in the supermarket here for four or five years, but because her aunt is a Chinese immigrant, she is bullied because she is unfamiliar with her knees and has no children and daughters.
Every night, someone always goes to Auntie’s supermarket to search for some oil and water. Auntie is unbearable, but there is another way to make a living. She can bear the burden of humiliation.
In this era, Chinese in Brooklyn simply live in dire straits.
"It’s time for Brooklyn to see a Chinese unity."
Goofy made up his mind to turn over and put on his coat and go straight to the small supermarket.
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Because this area is too close to the black area of East Fule Bashi, there are quite few pedestrians on the street at night, and most shops on the street also close early, and several restaurants are still firm with lights on.
Goofy, wearing a hoodie and putting his hands in his pockets, chose to go all the way in a dark place and walk alone. He knew that there were a lot of people in Brooklyn who hid evil practices and violated the law at night.
He hopes that he can bump into some vicious gunmen, and after another impassioned and heroic death, everything will be fine and return to the real world.
But things didn’t work out. It turned out that Brooklyn’s public security was not as bad as he thought. Until he went to the Chinese aunt’s "Jixiang" supermarket, he met two charming women who made all kinds of hints about him.
After all, this is new york, not Gotham.
Looked at his watch. It’s five past ten p.m.
It’s not a bad time, but a little later would be better.
Goofy pushed the door into the supermarket, and the sound automatically sounded at the door of the supermarket-"WELE!"
Glanced at the supermarket, except sitting behind the cashier, quietly knitting sweaters and other customers.
All is well.
Goofy was somewhat disappointed and just wandered around the shelves. He went to the food area for a while and the Japanese area for a while, but his eyes stopped outside the window and waited for the door to rob him.
Ten minutes later …
Twenty minutes later …
Thirty minutes later …
Small supermarkets have never been harassed by bad people.
It was not until the 33rd minute that my aunt couldn’t help coughing while knitting a sweater behind the cashier. She said to Goofy in pure Chinglish, "Don’t wait for my girl to practice dancing today, so she won’t come …"
Chapter 4 Late Night Supermarket
The old aunt’s words made Gao Fei cry and laugh, and the aunt regarded herself as a young man who coveted her girl’s longing for love.
"You misunderstood the lady. I have no idea about your girl …" Goofy clarified.
The old aunt showed a sly smile and said slowly, "Young man, you have been in front of women for more than ten minutes. You are definitely not here to buy things, right?"
Goofy realized that he was in front of a row of sanitary napkins, tampons and makeup remover, and he didn’t need any of them.
The old aunt continued to reason, "Seeing that you are gentle is definitely not to rob you. You have wandered around the camera several times. The thief is not so stupid … Seeing that you are clean and decent, you don’t look like a tramp at home … I really can’t figure out what you want to do here for more than half an hour except thinking about my girl."