Chicago's South Side.

Summer is approaching.

2108 North Wallace Street, where Debbie lives.

Her daughter Frannie has grown a lot and is almost one year old now. It is much easier to take care of her. Debbie has been considering finding a stable, decent job recently. Otherwise, it would be no big deal to keep cheating and skipping meals.

Of course, the most important reason for deciding to find a job was that Debbie no longer dared to take Franny to cheat.

If DCFS catches you, the consequences will be disastrous.

This morning, Debbie decided to take action and look for a job. She got up early and spent a long time choosing an outfit. She then put on makeup carefully. After that, she went downstairs to tell Monica about it.

Yes, Frank and Monica still live here... although they disappear for a few days occasionally, but they will come back.

All in all, this is the longest time Monica has stayed in the past few years.

"Monica, I have to find a job. You take care of Franny today," Debbie ordered. "Remember, you must never take Franny out to do anything, otherwise I will kill you!"

The fact is, Monica has always been very good-tempered when facing Debbie's children. She doesn't mind Debbie's attitude at all. She nodded and agreed, "I promise! Don't worry, I will take good care of Frannie."

Debbie, don't worry.

But there is no choice.

What else could he do? It was simply not realistic to take Frannie with him to look for a job.

Debbie looked at Monica seriously for a few seconds, but didn't say much. Then she went to the crib and started talking to Frannie.

At this time, Frank, who was lying on the sofa and had woken up not long ago and heard what Debbie said, opened his eyes, sat up, and shouted out of pure instinct, "Beer, beer."

"I'll be right there," Monica was used to it, so she quickly responded and walked towards the kitchen.

Frank wiped his face with his hand, lit a cigarette, looked at Debbie, and said, "Debbie, the economic situation is so bad now. With your conditions, you can't find a job that allows you to support your children."

"Believe me, choice is more important than hard work."

"You have to make use of your own advantages and find a rich man to support you and your daughter!"

"It's best to be a rich man who's dying!"

"In fact, if you want, I can help you find one. I know such a man."

Christmas Eve was a long time ago. During this time, we lived in the same house and got along well with each other...how should I put it.

The relationship between the two of them had improved a little, although not too much, but at least they could talk to each other.

"Fxxk you!" After hearing what Frank said, Debbie raised her middle finger at Frank without hesitation.

Frank didn't mind and smiled cheerfully, "You will know how cruel the outside world is. I will wait here for you to change your mind. When the time comes, remember to buy some good wine and ask me for help."

"I'm waiting for you to die and throw you into the trash can!!" Debbie said rudely and viciously, then she strode away.

Debbie left and Monica came to Frank and handed him a bottle of cold beer.

It is worth mentioning that these two people have never worked in all these years, but they can always find a way to make some money so that they can have money to drink and take medicine.

In terms of survivability, these two people are really strong.

Frank took the beer, gulped it down, and made a few gulps, making a refreshing sound. He really felt very refreshed. Then he said to Monica, "Monique, we have to help Debbie find a man. She can't go on like this."

Did Frank suddenly change his personality and care about his daughter?

of course not.

Frank just suddenly realized that it would be profitable to "sell" Debbie to an old man... maybe the profit would be quite big.

Monica was not deaf, she heard what Frank said to Debbie, and she knew in her heart that Frank wanted to make some referral fees from this, "Debbie is very strong, she will be fine."

"She will definitely not be fine. She will soon experience the cruelty of reality." Frank knew Monica too well and said seriously, "Do you want to see her run into obstacles everywhere, get rejected, and then take Frannie to beg..."

Bah bah bah bah.

Frank has a very talkative mouth.

Monica, on the other hand, has no opinion of her own.

So, it didn't take long for Monica to be convinced and agree to Frank's plan;

Frank smiled triumphantly, gulped down the rest of the beer in one breath, and felt that he had seen a large amount of banknotes coming towards him.

**************

Ian, who was already immersed in the wonderful feeling of saving lives, was still working at the first aid station, working enthusiastically and full of energy.

This time in the morning.

Having just received the assigned task, Ian and Dadang are rushing to their destination.

It didn't take long for the two to arrive.

The destination is a youth rescue center... This word sounds high-sounding, but in layman's terms, it's a gathering place for a bunch of messy and stupid young people.

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A young man at the rescue center suddenly started to convulse for unknown reasons.

The head of the rescue center, the mutant Trevor, stood next to the young man with a frown on his face, not knowing what to do.

Ian and his partner got out of the car, quickly rushed to the young man on the ground, and began to check the situation.

Seeing Ian...

How should I put it? There really seems to be some kind of special radar among some groups of people.

In short, Trevor was attracted to Ian at first sight.

The next second, Ian looked up at Trevor as if he had sensed something.

Their eyes met, and at first glance, Ian also fell in love with Trevor.

However, the current situation does not allow it, and neither of them said anything.

Not long after.

Ian and his partner carried the convulsing young man into the ambulance.

"I'll come with you," Trevor said to Ian decisively.

Ian heard it, looked at Trevor, smiled in his heart, and simply agreed, "Get in the car."

In a blink of an eye, Ian's partner drove the ambulance to the nearest hospital. In the car, Ian gave the convulsing young man an injection, which temporarily controlled the convulsions.

"What's wrong with him?" Trevor asked worriedly.

"I'm not a doctor, I can only guess," Ian replied, briefly stating his thoughts, and then said to Trevor, "Don't worry, we'll be at the hospital soon, he'll be fine."

"That's good," Trevor replied, relaxing a little. Then, he took the initiative to introduce himself, "My name is Trevor, and I'm the person in charge of the youth rescue center just now."

The words hit my ears.

Because he really likes the sense of accomplishment that comes from saving people, Trevor's image suddenly becomes very tall and majestic to Ian.

“Ian,” Ian smiled back, liking it more, “What you did was noble.”

Just like that, two idiots got together.