Another Ordinary Day in Los Angeles

The Black Clinic is very busy today.

The incident began when universities, which operate on a semester system, were on a three-month Summer Vacation. Bored, the students started throwing parties, which naturally attracted some drug dealers selling rice.

Then, two gangs, each claiming the party location as their territory, started fighting in the middle of the night to seize market share.

These days, anyone who's still alive and has connections is sent to the Tinkerer. Basically, as long as someone doesn't die on the spot, they'll survive if they're sent to the Tinkerer.

As for why the fight broke out in the middle of the night and the wounded weren't sent away until the morning, it's because these people are stingy and want to save money by treating the injuries of their own gang members.

Logically speaking, the money that Tinkerer charge for saving lives is already extremely low for many people from the streets. Hospitals not only overcharge but also call the police to arrest people, which is incomparable to the services provided by Tinkerer.

But for a group of Black or Mexico men who constantly want to hold Tinkerer at gunpoint and order free medical treatment in a rap-like tone, even the cheapest money to buy a life is still money. They would certainly prefer free service.

After trying a few times and failing to gain any advantage, these street thugs naturally developed their own set of standards for who to bring to the hospital and who didn't need to be brought.

It's just a gunshot wound. Remove the bullet, stop the bleeding, what's the big deal? Everyone does it this way.

If they can handle it themselves, they certainly won't send it to Tinkerer for bandaging.

If they can't be dealt with, their injuries are too severe, and they have no connections within the gang, then these people just die and that's it; who will mourn for them?

If someone's brother or relative is injured and their own family can't handle the situation, but they're not quite dead yet, then the only option is to send them to Tinkerer.

Despite seemingly having undergone a screening process, on this big day, the Tinkerer's Black Clinic still welcomed more than ten groups of injured people, earning nearly a thousand coins in a single day. One can only imagine how many people were injured.

By the time Henry returned to his rented room, it was already afternoon.

Luckily, I had prepared Kitty's lunch before leaving home, otherwise the house would have been turned upside down.

I went to the fresh food supermarket and bought a bunch of fruits and vegetables.

One of the drawbacks of running Black Clinic is that although there is income, the money received is all illicit and needs to be laundered, making it difficult to deposit in a bank. Therefore, the clinic can only seek out customers who can pay in cash, slowly consuming the huge sums of illicit funds.

This allowed Henry to live a very luxurious life when it came to food.

As a major agricultural exporter, the United States boasts a remarkably diverse range of agricultural and livestock products.

However, not everything is a green and safe agricultural product. For example, genetically modified foods, which are the most criticized, are genetically modified mainly to improve their quality, yield, and resistance to pests and diseases.

Claims about enhancing nutritional value are deceptive; it's more accurate to say they're just a numbers game based on statistics.

The so-called quality refers solely to the appearance of the crops. Simply put, it means they look bigger, look tastier, and have a better market appearance. In fact, their actual nutritional value may be inferior to that of native varieties.

Then, in a very United States, underhanded tactic, they get a bunch of research institutions to endorse it, saying it's good. Then they push for related legislation to legalize it, set standards, and force the whole world to accept it. Then they dump it all over the world, ending up on the tables of the poor.

... At least the four major grain traders, A, B, C, and D, are smart; they don't directly add chemicals to food. Those things work quickly, get exposed immediately, and are easy to link to other companies.

The United States approach is to know that something is problematic, but rely on the endorsement and certification of powerful research institutions, making it impossible for people to find a causal relationship to the problem and thus unable to directly and definitively say that the product is problematic.

Since there's no way to prove there's a problem, it's legal and can be sold. So, sell it to the whole world...

In short, even within the United States, the market is still flooded with agricultural products made using advanced American technology, ending up on the tables of low-income families.

If you want to eat truly environmentally friendly, pollution-free green food, it's not cheap. The worst part is that even if you buy something expensive, there's no guarantee it's truly green and pollution-free.

For ordinary blue-collar or white-collar workers with average incomes, even eating healthily is not easy. If Henry didn't have some illicit income, he wouldn't be able to afford the barely acceptable agricultural and livestock products. He wouldn't even dare to choose the truly high-end, specially supplied products.

Even if you can use your Krypton nose to find a bargain, you can't always find one or two not-so-rotten apples in a pile of rotten Apple.

So when it's time to buy something expensive, you still have to buy it. At least Henry can be sure that what he buys isn't some inferior, substandard product.

Just as Henry was carrying a paper bag of fruits and vegetables home, old Gary was standing on the street chatting with someone. Seeing the man get out of the car, he immediately called out, "Henry, you're back!"

Good day, Gary.

"I heard this is your friend?" Old Gary said, pointing to the man.

Just then, the person he was talking to turned around, and sure enough, it was that familiar face. Henry greeted them with a smile, "Charlize, Fabio. You've come looking for a place too!"

"Henry!" "Hey, little Henry."

Charlize looked delighted. Fabio made an even more exaggerated expression, and looked like he wanted to rush over and give her a big hug.

Henry, carrying a large paper bag, completely blocked Fabio's path to a hug, which made him give up the idea. However, Fabio still took a large tomato from Henry's paper bag and took a bite, bursting with juice.

Henry didn't seem to mind, and took two Apple from the paper bag as well. He gave one to old Gary and tossed the other to Charlize Theron, saying, "Looks like you've been running around all day. Did you have a proper lunch?"

"Yes, Mr. Romano and I dined at Ms. Salia's restaurant."

Henry said in Italy, "Ah, delicious Italy food. I've wanted to ask Salia for her pesto recipe so many times."

"But Salia always says she'd rather sleep with me than hand over the formula. I really don't know whether to be happy or disappointed."

Fabio laughed and said, "She slept with you, so she got the better deal. Giving up the formula, so you got the better deal. So tell me, what do you think a shrewd Italy woman would choose?"

Charlize Theron, who had lived in Milan, Italy, and worked for an Italy company, was not unfamiliar with the language. Although she didn't use it as fluently as the two of them, she understood most of what they were saying.

Not to be outdone by the two men's lewd jokes, she stammered in Italy, "Perhaps you should spend a few more time with Salia and exchange for that pesto recipe."

Fabio was equally delighted, laughing, "Charlize's idea is good. Little Henry, have you considered it? I'll go and negotiate with Salia for you."

Henry rolled his eyes at everyone.