"Which piece of turf in my hands do you guys want?"
Allen Zhang heard him say that and instantly felt that the words he had prepared were somewhat unnecessary.
It's not that our side didn't try hard, it's just that the other side capitulated too quickly within three minutes.
But this is also normal, after all, homeless people aren't desperados. Who wouldn't get weak in the knees with a gun pointed at them?
He pondered for a moment and asked, "How much turf do you have now?"
"Sixteen streets, three communities, six can recycling machines. Besides can recycling work and Zero-Dollar Purchase, most of our daily income relies on street vending and selling chicken wraps and tacos in the communities."
The short-tailed dog immediately honestly replied, "If it wasn't for unemployment and unpaid wages, real estate businessmen running off, not finding formal work, we wouldn't have stayed here for so long. We just want to save up money to buy plane tickets to go home!"
