Today Is There a Date? (Thanks to Alliance Leader "Handsome to the Point of No Return 12138")

Near noon, near a construction site in Queens.

Don Quixote Cervantes was driving while scrolling through TikTok on a phone with a cracked screen.

"Tsk, the young people these days are really..." he said, scrolling with a pained expression, "What is wrong with this society? Does America even have a future?"

Suddenly, he swiped to a new short video recommendation. The scene inside looked somewhat familiar; it seemed to be a neighborhood he occasionally passed by while driving.

In the video, a naked, muscular Latino man was filmed from afar, running down the street while covering his face with one hand and masturbating with the other. A group of people surrounded him, filming him frantically while gloating.

"Fuck!" Don Quixote was so startled he nearly jumped out of the driver's seat, "My eyes! How did this thing pass moderation!"

"How on earth did you do it!"

On the other side, the gym had cleared out, and Michael looked at Li Wei, who was taking a water cup, in disbelief.

"What do you mean how did I do it," Li Wei took the cup and tucked it into his bag with satisfaction, "I didn't expect the bonus this time to be tax-free. I thought they were going to deduct nearly 20% in taxes."

"How did you do it?" Michael scratched his head, "You could barely push 80 when you first walked into this gym, you—"

"Is there a possibility that I'm just that strong?" Li Wei replied casually, packing his protein powder into his bag as well, "If that big guy hadn't had such a foul mouth, I wouldn't have had to teach him a lesson like that."

Even if it meant wasting one use of Berserk here, Li Wei didn't feel any regret.

Only after arriving in America did he realize the hypocrisy of the people here.

America officially prohibited racial discrimination, but in reality, it was everywhere, and the lower one was on the social ladder, the more severe the discrimination became.

Racial discrimination was like a taboo—something everyone knew existed, something omnipresent, yet something no one would ever say out loud.

Li Wei had seen Black or white people cast hateful and disgusted looks his way for no reason on the subway more than once, as if he had offended them somewhere.

At least now that Latino idiot knew to respect Asian people, and knew what it meant to keep a low profile.

"I'm off," Li Wei said to Michael, "I have things to do."

"I'm heading out too," Michael shook his head, "I have to go do community service. The church needs me."

He hadn't realized the young Black man, Michael, was a believer.

Li Wei said goodbye to Michael and headed to the Upper East Side to continue his part-time job.

Mrs. Dolores was not in the shop today, and no one had come to patronize the store all afternoon.

The wooden crates Li Wei had moved last time had already been unpacked, allowing him to see the true face of the art he had transported.

It was an abstract, humanoid metal sculpture that looked as if it had been cast in one piece.

Li Wei instinctively felt something was wrong. First, the metal sculpture didn't look like it weighed 300 kilograms. Second, when he was moving it last time, he had heard something rattling inside, which made him feel it wasn't filled completely.

Yet, the sculpture before him looked like a single, solid piece.

However, Mrs. Dolores certainly wouldn't tell him the reason, and he didn't feel it was appropriate to ask further.

Still, he felt a hint of curiosity about Mrs. Dolores and this shop. Judging by the turnover, it was a fantasy for this store to ever break even, and from the way Mrs. Dolores treated her employees, it was obvious she didn't care about such small change.

Who else would provide a part-time employee with a suit worth over ten thousand dollars as a work uniform?

The three hours of part-time work flew by. At 5:00 PM, Li Wei changed back into his regular clothes and took the subway to Leon's shop again.

Leon's expression changed the moment he saw Li Wei.

"Kid, you dare to come back!" he shouted angrily, "You deceived me!"

"Hm?" Li Wei asked, "How did I deceive you?"

"There is no such game company at all!" Leon took out the gold coins he had bought from Li Wei and slammed them onto the table, "It's just ordinary gold made of 24k gold! It has no collection value at all!"

"Oh, it's like this..."

Li Wei walked forward unhurriedly while activating his upgraded skill—Eloquent Speaker.

After the skill upgrade, he could achieve 100% persuasion success even on a greedy person like Leon.

"Listen to me, I wouldn't lie to you..."

As Li Wei spoke, Leon's expression shifted from anger to confusion, and finally to sudden realization.

"So, it's because the search language was different that I couldn't find this game company?" he said, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I was just thinking, an average person wouldn't cast their own souvenirs out of pure gold coins..."

"That's how it is, so you really wronged me," Li Wei nodded and took out 16 more gold coins, "I have 16 left. Give me an estimate."

With the completion of the job-change quest, Li Wei had 17 gold coins left, and he would never obtain new ones again.

He intended to keep one as a special memento and sell the remaining 16 to save up for his rent as soon as possible.

While he was haggling with Leon, trying to alter his perception to make him believe the collection value of these coins had risen once again, intending to sell them to this profiteer at three times the original price, his phone suddenly rang.

"Hello? Uncle Don Quixote," Li Wei said casually, "I'm at... I'm at Leon's shop, selling some things... Alright, I'll wait for you at the entrance."

"Strange," he muttered after hanging up, "Why is he looking for me at this hour?"

"Deal!" In the end, Leon accepted Li Wei's brainwashing and gritted his teeth, "1,200 dollars each, I'll take them all!"

The gold coins that originally sold for 400 dollars each were sold by Li Wei for 1,200 dollars each for all 16.

In the end, he left Leon's pawn shop with 19,200 dollars in cash.

Counting the money he had saved previously, he now had over 27,000 dollars in cash, which was enough to rent the two-bedroom apartment he had his eye on.

Although he would have to live with the landlord, which would impact his daily life, Li Wei had nothing to complain about at this stage; moving out of the basement as soon as possible was the priority.

As he thought this, Don Quixote's beat-up Toyota pulled up in front of him. The window rolled down, revealing Don Quixote's somewhat pale face.

"Get in," he said, "I'm taking you somewhere."

Li Wei got into the car, confused, and watched as Don Quixote drove toward Manhattan, the center of New York.

After getting in, Li Wei was surprised to find that Don Quixote had actually tidied himself up today.

He had shaved, gotten a haircut, and was wearing a suit that was a bit loose but clearly custom-made. Li Wei could see the initials of Don Quixote Cervantes on his cuffs.

"Do you have a date today?" Li Wei joked, "Dressed up so fancy?"