America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 110 The Chief is an Honest Man

There's nothing I can do if they don't agree.

Old Karl has no connections, no background, and is at the age where he should retire. Most of his old friends are dead, and these young people on the streets have no sense of morality.

The times are changing too fast!

"Do I need to pay you a deposit first?" Old Karl asked.

"No need. Your recycling center is right here, and the people can't run away. I still trust you." Zhang Ailun waved his hand. "After we finish our work today, we'll find those people for you and teach them a lesson! How much money did you lose in total?"

"$4000," old Carl said.

Zhang Ailun stared at him for a while before saying, "I feel like you're not being honest, my friend."

Old Carl rubbed his nose and gave an awkward smile: "Well, it's only about $3000 worth of stuff. I had already arranged for the recycling company to come and collect it today. Now I have to pay for the transportation myself. I haven't earned a single cent and I'm even losing money. It's incredibly unlucky!"

"If I help you find those $3000 worth of goods, you'll give me an extra $500. If I can't find them, you'll still need to pay me $1500."

Zhang Ailun said, "Don't rush to refuse. Although those gang members took $2000 from you, they certainly won't guarantee to make up for your losses, right? Or they might just take the money away. Since I've made a guarantee, if that money can be recovered, I absolutely won't embezzle it!"

After some thought, Old Karl realized he hadn't lost out. The Grand Master was actually a kind and honest man after all!

He readily agreed, "Okay. If you can get those losses back for me, I'll give you an extra $500! And from now on, when we cooperate on can recycling, I'll definitely offer you fair prices!"

"Then it's settled." With both parties having reached an agreement, Zhang Ailun left satisfied.

I rode my Trek bicycle away from Eyre Street and headed towards the Irish's old territory.

These Europeans didn't have much territory; they relied entirely on raiding and plundering. They acted like pure-blooded Onsaxo pirates on the west coast.

Aside from Jon, the treacherous boss who secretly runs a business behind everyone's back, their main business is making money by saving on the price difference of can recycling machines. A can is sold for 5 cents at the recycling station, and the recycling machine is priced at 6 or 7 cents, but there are not many of them deployed in Fifth Street.

The largest number of can recycling machines are in Chinatown, where there are also many Asian scavengers. Don't be fooled by their status as scavengers; they are all highly educated professors, experts, PhDs, and so on. Their quality and cultural level far surpass that of the homeless people in the poor streets!

Moreover, they have cars to drive and houses to live in; their standard of living is completely different. They would rather scavenge for garbage here than go back to their home country.

Upon arriving at this street, they spotted the familiar figures of Sig and two Beggar Clan disciples.

Zhang Ailun rode his bike straight there, crossed the traffic lights, and called out, "Hey guys, how's work going?"

"Not bad." Sig chuckled. Now that he wasn't responsible for collecting cans, he was following the leader to cause trouble and seize territory, and he was actually earning more.

"Boss, what brings you here?"

Zhang Ailun glanced around; there were too many people around, it wasn't a place to talk. He waved and followed Sieg into a milk tea shop, where they ordered two cappuccinos from the waiter.

A cup costs $4.8, with a 15% tip. This was the first time Zhang Allen had ever tipped someone, so he simply gave them a neat $12.

Sieg felt a pang of regret. "12 dollars? That's enough for me to go to a friend and buy a box of 9mm bullets."

Are the bullets from your friend's wholesale place really that cheap?

"Don't be so stingy, Sieg. Our business is on track now, and we'll be making more and more money. That Jon guy pays $3400 a month for rent! He also spent $2 to keep two models as mistresses, living like a king. You should learn from him!" Zhang Ailun immediately told him to straighten out his attitude.

You can't just become homeless for a while and then never change your spending habits. Your annual salary as junior officers and sergeants in the military is definitely over $150,000!

I won't go into the details of how much money was embezzled from arms spending, but it's an astronomical figure that outsiders can't even imagine.

"I knew that guy was rich, but I didn't expect him to be this rich!" Sig was also surprised by Jon's wealth.

This is just the leader of a scavenger group; you can't even imagine how much money those gang leaders make every day.

In comparison, the meager dividends received by the Beggars' Sect leader were practically a joke.

If you don't line your own pockets, how can you possibly have money?

The waiter brought the cappuccino to the table, and Zhang Ailun tasted it but still found it a bit hard to get used to.

Sieg, however, didn't seem to feel anything while drinking it and asked, "Boss, what did you want to discuss with me?"

"We have a lot to take care of. I found $5000, a blue passport, and a numbered Glock 17 pistol in Jon's safe. But that's not the main thing. Jon's partner is probably going to cause us trouble, so we need to be prepared," Zhang Ailun said.

"I expected this," Sieg nodded. "Don't worry, they definitely wouldn't dare to openly provoke us!"

"Dominic will take over the task of collecting cans for now. Your main job will be to protect the team, recruit veterans, and let the newcomers train at the grassroots level. If they have CCW credentials, they can be given priority to form a security team."

Zhang Ailun decided to appoint Sigga as a Double Flower Red Stick in the Beggars' Sect. "I think that Richie is quite good. It's a pity he lost an arm. Letting him take charge of Dean's begging project for disabled people is indeed a good choice!"

"This was Dominic's suggestion," Sieg replied immediately. "If their physical and mental condition is good, I would prioritize issuing guns to them without you even having to tell me."

"We need to go to the No. 9 bridge at Modern Brothers' place tonight to take care of some things," Zhang Ailun explained, recounting Old Karl's commission.

Sieg said there was no problem.

Zhang Ailun took out the $5000 he had received yesterday. $2000 of it had already been allocated; it was wrapped in an oil paper bag and placed with the bill.

"Go visit Officer Miguel; he's still in the hospital. Just bring him something."

Sieg nodded silently and put the money away.

Zhang Ailun took out the $3000 again, and wrapped it in an oil paper bag as well.

"When you have time, go with your friend again and buy some good quality items that don't exceed the specifications. You should know more about this than I do; I'm a complete novice."

Zhang Ailun said, "Buy whatever you want, just make sure no one dares to mess with us. As long as people are safe, that's fine. You don't need to tell me the prices. If you don't spend it all, just keep it. But don't go too far. Use the same tactics you use on me in the military!"

Although the Grand Master is willing to be like Liu Bang, he also hopes that you can be like Han Xin.

"No way! Leave it to me!"

Sig stated that he would not embezzle a single screw, otherwise he would not have been kicked out of the army.

It's because he can't bring himself to associate with those swamp creatures. But he's learned from his mistakes and now he needs to be more flexible.

(End of this chapter)