After resting for four hours, after getting up at the start of the next day, Kim Hyun-tae began to wash, and at the same time washed her daughter's face, changed clothes, and made milk powder with diapers.

After everything was done, it was already 7:30 in the morning.

Kim Hyun-tae, who was ready, started out with his daughter on his baby strap as usual, and rode his second-hand bicycle to the car wash.

On the streets of the community in the early morning, the sun shines through the shade of the tree, and the refreshing and humid atmosphere can make people feel extremely comfortable.

At this time, the gangsters and the wandering men who were originally wandering on the street at midnight were gone. It was obvious that these people had gone back to rest, after all, they were not robots.

Kim Hyun-tae likes this time the most because he doesn’t have to see those annoying gangsters, he can completely enjoy the comfortable morning.

Last night, Kim Hyun-tae had sent dozens of email submissions. All he needed to do was wait patiently, and he couldn't do anything else.

However, Kim Hyun is not worried that the novel will not be taken seriously.

Because this is simply a joke, something that is impossible to happen.

The novel "Song of Ice and Fire" was sold tens of millions of copies in the time and space of the previous life, but this is just the English version that does not count the sales volume of other versions.

Then, in this time and space with a huge population base, it is obviously impossible to sell too badly.

Especially the quality of this novel is very guaranteed because it is 'pirated'. Kim Hyun-tae doesn't believe that the editors of those publishing houses are blind and cannot tell the quality of the novel.

Therefore, Kim Hyun-tae had no concerns about this at all.

As usual, he locked his bicycle in the basketball court dozens of meters away from the car wash. Kim Hyun-tae walked to the car wash with his daughter on his back.

Check in, change clothes, collect tools, and then it’s busy time.

I have no free time to work here. I have to start working as soon as I go to work in the morning. Because there were a lot of cars that had not been washed last night, so Kim Hyun-tae and the old moms who had arrived had to start working after they had finished carding.

There is absolutely nothing leisurely about work under the capitalist social system, which is completely different from what is in China.

Here, if you get the boss’ salary of 10 yuan, you have to do a job of 100 yuan in salary. Only in this way can the boss continue to hire you, which is very realistic.

The third-generation car park owner in Daiwan had already entered the office at this time, but he was much more idle than the car washers outside.

After all, he is the boss, so how could he be like a car washer?

Kim Hyun-tae doesn't pay much attention to this boss with a stupid accent, and he doesn't know much about it. He is just a working person, and he doesn't want to have too much interaction with someone like him.

So, except for saying a few words when you receive your salary every day, Kim Hyun-tae basically doesn’t have anything to say to him.

And that little boss would not have much interest in working like Kim Hyun-tae.

When Kim Hyun-tae was able to find this job, it actually has something to do with his serious identity. Thanks to the alien elementary school student who caused the accident, he got him a serious American ID and social welfare number, which saved Kim Hyun-tae from his worries.

Otherwise, it would not be so easy for Kim Hyun-tae to work as an illegal worker.

In an hour, Kim Hyun-tae had already washed five cars, and it was already past 9 o'clock in the morning. At this time, the number of vehicles coming to the car wash yard to wash cars began to increase, and even queued up.

Seeing this situation, Kim Hyun-tae knew that he would definitely have to wash for eight hours again today.

He looked at the expressions of the old Mo people. The basic content of the expressions on his face was the same as his own. Everyone had no hope for today.

Who doesn’t want to have free time? After all, everyone is human.

"Hey! Asian boy, my son set up a burrito stall nearby today. How about going to support him during lunch? My son's skills are very good and will definitely satisfy you."

At this time, in another parking space, the middle-aged old Mo, who was carrying a water gun to wash away a two-digit black BMW sedan, invited Kim Hyun-tae.

Kim Hyun-tae's subordinates did not stop working and looked up.

The middle-aged old Mo, wearing a Mexican straw hat, jeans, plaid shirt and leather boots, was looking at him with hope.

Kim Hyun-tae knew this middle-aged man. Although he was not very familiar with this middle-aged old Mo, he still knew that the middle-aged old Mo was called 'Diagore'.

This middle-aged man is a black man, a Mexican who smuggled into the United States to make money. There are many people like him in Los Angeles. There is no way for them to do this group of people. The US official has no choice but to turn a blind eye. After all, there are many low-paying jobs in the United States that require someone to do, and these Mexican black workers can just fill these positions.

His salary is lower than Kim Hyun-tae, only $4 per hour, but even so he still gritted his teeth and insisted on working in the car wash.

"Okay, I'll go and support it at noon."

Anyway, he would eat everywhere he went for lunch, so Kim Hyun-tae would not give him this little face. After retracting his thoughts, Kim Hyun-tae responded.

After receiving Kim Hyun-tae's response, Diagore's rough face smiled and said to Kim Hyun-tae: "Don't worry, my son's craftsmanship is very good and will not disappoint you."

Kim Hyun-tae didn't agree with this in his heart.

Anyway, they were free, so Kim Hyun Tae started chatting with Diagore and passed the time. Of course, the two of them didn't stop at all when they were chatting.

"Can you make money by setting up a stall here? I heard that this is the territory of the Nanka Gang."

As soon as Kim Hyun-tae spoke, he asked the most important point: doing small business in this territory controlled by Mexican criminals, there are a lot of protection fees to be paid, so can his son make money?

Kim Hyun-tae was a little curious about this.

Diagore had already finished rinsing the car at this time and began to pick up a dry towel to wipe the water stains. After hearing this, he replied: "Give them half the profit, but there is no food stall in this place, so making money should not be a problem."

Obviously, he has confidence in his son making money.

When responding to Kim Hyun-tae, the middle-aged old Mo's face was filled with a gloss of happiness, which made Kim Hyun-tae extremely envious.

Almost once, there was such a happy smile on his face, but since his wife passed away, it seemed that he had never smiled like this again.

Time flies, and it is soon time to rest at noon in the busy schedule. Kim Hyun-tae handed over the work. Under the leadership of this middle-aged old Mo, he went to his son's burrito stall and bought two burritos.

Trolley-style burrito stalls are very common in this place in the United States. Most people who buy snacks on the street use this method to do business.

Hawkers who can own street snacks with such catering cars are basically "fighters" among hawkers, and they have a status. Most hawkers do not have the capital to buy fast food trucks, so many hawkers use such small carts to do business.

After eating the burrito, Kim Hyun-tae returned to the car wash, used the rest of the time to change his daughter's diapers, and fed her a bottle of milk.

"I really didn't expect that in this time and space, there was no junk food for hamburgers. Instead, burritos and American rural hot dogs monopolize the fast food industry."

While feeding his daughter, Kim Hyun-tae was thinking about this funny thing.

Yes, unlike the original time and space earth, this place is not the world of hamburgers, but the burrito series and the hot dogs in the United States monopolize the fast food industry in the United States, which makes Kim Hyun-tae laugh and cry.

I don’t know what’s going on. Americans in this time and space like to eat burritos and hot dogs, which led to the fact that they monopolize the fast food industry.

Unfortunately, whether it is a burrito or a local American hot dog, it is a garbage food that cannot be garbage for Kim Hyun Tae.

This is not as good as a junk hamburger.

Anyway, when thinking about this, Kim Hyun-tae felt both entangled and funny.

At noon, the entire car wash went to the snack stall of Diago's son to eat burritos. His father also brought him a considerable business, which made him have a good start on the first day of opening.

However, the burrito made by Diago's son tasted really good, at least Kim Hyun-tae thought he would not have to worry about business in the future.

Besides, his burrito is very cheap, 1.99 yuan per serving, with meat, pickled cucumber slices and chopped cabbage, which is also sufficient. For such street fast food, it is indeed very attractive to attract customers.

After half an hour of rest, after lunch, Kim Hyun-tae and everyone continued to start the monotonous work again, and it did not end until 16 o'clock.

Kim Hyun-tae went to Daiwan’s third-generation boss to get his salary today, and then took his daughter out of the car wash.

Kim Hyun-tae has to persevere in such a job and such a life even if he is reluctant to do so. He has no other choice until his novels have been completed and can be used to make money to bring economic changes.

I can only rely on this job and the evening restaurant washing dishes. The salary earned by these two jobs ensures that I and my daughter have no worries about food and clothing.

When I returned home, as usual, I changed my daughter's diapers and made milk powder first, and then prepared dinner for myself.

But today he had one more thing to do, that is, to turn on the computer and check if there is any email feedback.

Unfortunately, after reading his email address, Kim Hyun-tae was very disappointed because his email address was empty and there was no email.

But he was not discouraged. After all, the manuscript he submitted in the middle of the night yesterday was obviously impossible for those publishing houses to respond to their own things so quickly, and it would take a while to complete it.

After closing the email address, Kim Hyun-tae continued to work on his dinner.

At this moment, Kim Hyun-tae didn't know that the sperm he donated for life six months ago was about to be used.

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In Beverly Hills, in a luxurious private clinic office, a woman with long soft blonde hair and a long black dress, looks a little cold and arrogant, but with a delicate and beautiful face is carefully checking the contents in it with a document provided by the sperm clinic.

This clinic is a clinic that specializes in serving wealthy people in Beverly Hills. It provides a variety of health care services, including providing services such as artificial insemination to certain women with special needs.

The woman who is currently reading the document happens to need this kind of service and is willing to spend a lot of money.

"Miss Anne, this sperm provider answered the answer you left and provided 100%. We have checked all the physical qualities and found that they all agreed with your request." A middle-aged man in a white coat and a pair of golden glasses said to her.

The woman blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled, and her blue eyes showed a tangled look. At the same time, her slender finger pointed to a content in the document on her hand and said in a crisp voice: "But he is too young, right?"

The middle-aged man in a white coat leaned forward slightly, looked at the message on the woman's fingers, and then said: "The age of sixteen is a little younger, but it doesn't matter much. Anyway, you only need a child, and this boy is the only one who answered the questions you provided. If you are not satisfied..." The middle-aged man shrugged after saying that, and the meaning is self-evident.

"Miss Anne, the other party is younger, but it can also be guaranteed that such a young person will not cause trouble in the future, right? I think this is a good thing for you."

The woman's blue eyes flashed for a moment, and she was obviously moved by the other party's words.

"Okay! But we have to sign an agreement, and you have to ensure there will be no trouble in the future." The woman finally made up her mind, but also put forward a small condition.

The middle-aged man stood up, stretched out his hand to the beautiful woman named Anne, and said, "No problem at all."

Subsequently, the two parties signed a guarantee agreement, and the woman successfully used the sperm donated by Kim Hyun-tae, and the middle-aged doctor also received a generous benefit.
Chapter completed!