I transmigrated to America from the start, burdened with massive debts and with no one to turn to.
[Ding! Host Lin Bei, would you like to bind the Food Stall System?]
I had no choice if I wanted to pay off my debts.
[Mission One: Sell fried noodles in Beverly Hills. Reward: $10 billion.]
[Mission Two: Sell donkey-meat flatbreads at a military base. Reward: $10 billion.]
[Mission Three: ...]
But every mission turns into one disaster after another.
FBI Agent Smith, frowning: “There’s definitely more to this guy than meets the eye. His driving is top-notch, and his counter-surveillance skills are first-rate. Put him on the high-priority watch list!”
Black musician Jamal, starstruck: “Brother, you’re the coolest guy I’ve ever met! Here’s my card. I’ll look out for you in Los Angeles from now on!”
The rich woman who called the police, shrieking: “How could a noodle vendor possibly escape from the FBI?!”
The whole world has gotten the wrong idea about me.
Only I know that all I want is to make money in peace and quiet.
(Thinking to myself: Why does everyone think I’m such a badass? I’m just a chef trying to get rich!)
Not bad, it's interesting
The writing is smooth, the imagination is rich, the plot is full of ups and downs, and it's quite interesting!
The author has no idea about the most powerful diving. The Guinness World Record for holding one's breath for swimming is 29 minutes and 03 seconds. . . .