Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 969
Chapter 969: Trish Talk’s Small Impact
Mindful of the fact that most women didn’t want to get fat, Luke had improved the recipe for the tiramisu. The heat used was much lower than normal, and he was also using yogurt mousse and similar such ingredients.
While he was making dessert, Luke quickly browsed through more than ten videos of Trish Talk.
Apart from the fact that her voice was a little strange, everything else was tolerable.
“Hm, a little like ‘telling the truth as it is’?” he murmured.
The main content of this “Trish Talk” was focused on exposing some problems, reporting some touching stories, and unmasking social inequality.
There was no lack of such programs in America, but this Trish was both the producer and the reporter for this program, and she was pretty good.
Looking at the information on the tablet on his right, he exclaimed, “There are so many hardcore fans? This really isn’t an ordinary reporter.”
Even if a reporter was very good, most people would only think that it was part of their job.
Just like the TV presenters on CCTV in his previous life; they might be good, but they might not have as many hardcore fans as a minor celebrity in a D-list drama.
However, Trish had a face which suited Western taste. She had long blonde hair and dressed very professionally.
Perhaps that was why she had so many loyal fans.
Of course, Luke wasn’t sucked in.
After understanding the gist of what she was saying, Luke confirmed that this beautiful New York idol reporter’s program wouldn’t have any negative impact on the community reconstruction project, so he closed the video.
He might as well read more information and make plans for the upcoming operation.
Selina soon returned.
Half an hour after Luke got home, she drove back.
She went upstairs to wash up and change into her home clothes before she went to the second floor.
In the open kitchen, Luke was leisurely reading the files as he ate taiyaki and drank coffee. Occasionally, he would tweak the processed ingredients.
Selina walked over and took the coffee cup which Luke had just put down. She then took two of the taiyaki from the big plate in front of him and tossed one to Gold Nugget outside. The dog wasn’t allowed in the kitchen, even if it was an open plan setup.
Then, she took a bite of the taiyaki and enjoyed the smooth red bean paste and crunchy skin. “What are we eating for lunch?”
Luke said with a smile, “Potato and beef with rice. There will be more variety tonight.”
Selina nodded decisively.
They had been busy recently, and since they didn’t have much time to spare, they had been eating mostly Western-style dishes.
At most, Luke would modify a Chinese dish with a Western twist.
Chinese dishes weren’t easy for the smart kitchenware to master.
As for many Chinese dishes, Luke would rather not cook them if they weren’t going to come out delicious.
Potato and beef was one of the few dishes that didn’t require much attention since the ingredients were a perfect match.
He only needed to use the pressure cooker to get a big pot of soft and savory food in forty minutes. He could also adjust the dish for spiciness, and the rice in the rice cooker was done almost at the same time.
Coupled with cabbage and broccoli, as well as a fruit salad, the two of them and the dog had lunch together.
This certainly wasn’t enough for Gold Nugget, but there would be a lot of snacks and pastries to eat throughout the whole afternoon, so it wasn’t a problem to eat less for lunch.
Lunch went by quickly.
They were going to have a party that night, but they wouldn’t stop training for that, and had to be done in the afternoon.
Half an hour after lunch, Luke and Selina sat in front of the window and looked at the bustling office across the street.
Selina found it strange. “What’s with today? Some of these people don’t look like they’re from around here, right?”
Knowing what she meant, Luke answered her question. “The community reconstruction project was on a local news program today, ‘Trish Talk.’ These people might not be from the Clinton area, and might have come here because of the hype.”
Selina was enlightened.
Just now, she had seen someone dressed in a style different to the people who typically walked in and out of that apartment building.
After drinking a mouthful of hot cocoa and taking a bite of taiyaki, she asked, “Is the project already so famous? Why do I recall that the renovation group hasn’t been sorted out yet?”
Luke said, “Don’t worry. As soon as it started snowing last night, Foggy and Matt informed the renovation group that the first-line members start duty today.”
Selina rolled her eyes. “That includes Charlie, Raqael and that Hudson, right?”
Luke said, “Those three should be here. Some of the others are in the second batch. They probably won’t start volunteer work until three days later.”
Selina nodded in satisfaction. “That works too. It’s better to earn some money for Christmas than idle about every day. We only have ten days left. If they don’t work now, they won’t be able to get any money before the holidays.”
Luke chuckled. “Don’t worry. Their families will definitely remind them. As long as they work hard, they can get 500 to 1,000 dollars before Christmas.”
Selina snorted. “This job is much better than what my father’s salary was at the beginning. When he first came to Texas, he was so happy to earn 200 dollars a week.”
Luke said helplessly, “At that time, he and Sandra were both illegal residents and had no professional skills. Drax had been taking a risk.” Selina’s father had been employed by Luke’s grandfather.
Selina chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. I just feel… that these people are too lazy. Even a construction worker in New York can earn more than 500 dollars a week.”
Luke sighed. “The people around you can earn hundreds of dollars from petty theft, and it’s not hard to sell weed for two to three hundred dollars a day. How many people can resist this temptation over doing honest work?”
The idea of reaping without sowing was something people often thought about.
But in the end, some people chose to believe in their own efforts, while others followed through on this train of thought.
The former would become ordinary people, while the latter would end up in prison.
Selina wasn’t the sort to reflect on “social” issues like these. She was simply lamenting how spoiled these guys were.
She didn’t think much of people who thought rich but didn’t work for it.
Getting rich was never easy.
Most of the time, getting rich and going to jail, or even losing your life, were too closely related to each other.
She subconsciously glanced at the person next to her. Fine, his efficiency and the extent of this wealth wasn’t normal.
It was a short afternoon break, before they got busy with their own things.
Luke simply moved his work station to the open plan kitchen.
He wouldn’t be able to get any hands-on labor done today, but his investigative work and intelligence-gathering wouldn’t be affected.
Outside, the snow fell even harder.
