America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 130 The Mysterious Shop of Quesanti

"Which piece of territory do you want?"

When Zhang Ailun heard him say that, he suddenly felt that the words he had just prepared were no longer useful.

It's not that we didn't try, but that the other side surrendered too quickly, in just three minutes.

But this is normal. After all, homeless people aren't desperate criminals. Who wouldn't be scared when a gun is pointed at them?

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "How much territory do you have now?"

"Sixteen streets, three neighborhoods, six can recycling machines. Besides can recycling and zero-dollar purchases, our daily income mainly comes from setting up stalls and selling chicken wraps and tacos in the community."

The short-tailed dog immediately replied honestly, "If it weren't for unemployment and unpaid wages, the real estate developer running away, and us not being able to find formal jobs, we wouldn't have stayed here so long. We just want to save money to buy plane tickets home!"

"Go tell your lies to others, we don't believe your nonsense," Sieg scoffed.

If I really want to go back, I can just climb over the wall and go back the way I came.

If you climb over the wall next door, someone will arrest and detain you. But if you leave, who's going to stop you? At worst, you can apply to the embassy for an extradition bill.

You're organizing this free shopping event, disrupting public order, and staging demonstrations. If I were the mayor of Los Angeles, I would have already sent people to burn down your headquarters under some pretext!

The mayor and council members of Los Angeles are too lenient.

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "In that case, I'll take over your street territory. From now on, you're not allowed to collect cans, engage in zero-dollar purchases, or do any illegal activities on my turf! Of course, you can continue selling your burritos and tacos in the community. I won't get involved in any legal business. I wish you all the best in saving up enough money to buy plane tickets home soon."

"We'll inform the police about your wish list! We'll ask them to keep you informed," Sieg said.

"..."

WTF? Are you speaking human language?

That's a blatant threat!

The short-tailed dog's face darkened; it hadn't expected these people to be so shameless.

Collusion between officials and criminals? You think you're so great just because you have guns? Very well! You are indeed great! But while we outwardly submit, we will never truly respect you!

Zhang Ailun also knew that these Mexicans were different from the Europeans. They came out to work on construction sites and were basically all related by blood or marriage, so there was no way to sow discord between them.

But since we can't recruit, then we won't recruit.

You disagree? If you disagree, then keep it to yourself.

I'd like to see if your spine is harder, or the police officer's baton.

Your street food had better be clean, and you should have a valid permit to set up your stall! Otherwise, police officers will be patrolling there every few days and will confiscate your cart. I don't know how you'll be able to continue doing business.

"Okay, we'll give you the territory. You can continue selling food on the street. You won't interfere with our business, and we won't interfere with you collecting cans." After careful consideration, the short-tailed dog finally compromised and agreed.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you! Tomorrow I'll have people go out and take over the territory. You'd better really follow the rules." Zhang Ailun acquired the new territory without firing a shot and left with his men in a cheerful mood.

Fez looked at the Mexicans, who were as wilted as frostbitten eggplants, and felt a sense of satisfaction. What good are numbers and fighting skills if you can't fight? To survive in this world, you need connections and an AK. The only regret is that there wasn't a bloodbath.

Once in the car, he asked, "You really trust them to follow the rules?"

"I don't believe it."

Zhang Ailun said, "But finding a reason for the police to arrest them is just a matter of a word. After all, they're not exactly clean; they've run so many zero-dollar sales schemes and they can't leave the unfinished construction site. But since they haven't come after me, I can't just go and kill them. Let's see how they behave."

Mexicans have the power of life and death in their hands. What kind of trouble can the other party cause by just selling burritos in the community?

"Let's go home." Zhang Ailun immediately waved to Sieg to drive back to the camp.

They started the vehicle and left the unfinished building.

The Mexican workers from the short-tailed dog herd gathered together, disgruntled, as they watched Lori Louis XIX's men leave. "We just gave up our territory like that?" they thought.

"What else? They have guns. There's no benefit in provoking them. Jon Snow of the Europeans was sentenced to over a hundred years in prison for messing with them. The two of them combined will be in jail for over two hundred years!"

Rachel retorted irritably, "Fxxk, I don't want to waste my youth in jail for offending him. My wife and son are waiting for me back home to bring them here."

"As long as they don't interfere with our business, we can tolerate them for now. His arrogance will eventually lead him to mess with the wrong people!"

Weren't the Modern Brothers incredibly arrogant back then? Now they're following behind them like lackeys.

"Your wife hasn't seen you for over two years, and you haven't sent her much money in between. You also frequently go to motels to order cheap takeout. She's so beautiful, she's probably remarried long ago."

Someone said unhappily, "The son your wife gives birth to may not even be your son."

"At least I have a son!"

Jin Ruiqiu yelled angrily, "Go upstairs and knead the dough! If you can't make enough wraps for 300 people tonight and deliver them to the community by 6 a.m. sharp, none of you will get a penny, and everyone will go hungry!"

Hmph! We'll see.

The group, feeling resentful, went upstairs to work.

……

As the vehicle passed Camp 9, Zhang Ailun, unable to bear it any longer, ordered Bailey and the others to kick Fiss, who had hitched a ride, out of the car, then closed the door and drove off.

This guy kept rambling on in the car, constantly inciting everyone to eliminate the threat completely, which was making everyone anxious and uneasy. The leader gave an order and kicked him out.

Tell him to prepare his tools and take a group to the cabin in the suburbs to refine gold tomorrow. If there is no sign of gold within a day, then don't blame Zhang Ailun for being ruthless!

Back at the bridge cave camp, all the other kids had already left.

Zhang Ailun assigned tasks to Sieg and the others for tomorrow, and dispatched his capable henchman Bailey to supervise Fis and his group to ensure they did not steal gold or slack off.

Then he went to find Dave again. Seeing the tent still lit up, he knew Dave wasn't asleep that early. Zhang Ailun called out from outside, "Dave, are you asleep?"

"Fxxk..." came a muffled curse, followed by a series of trivialities.

Dave poked his head out of the tent, his clothes disheveled and his belt undone. He straightened his glasses, looked at the newcomer, and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's you, Allen. Dude, you walk so quietly! You almost scared me to death!"

"Are you just entertaining yourself? I suggest you don't do it too often; it's bad for your health. My footsteps are quite loud; it's you who's focusing too much!"

Zhang Ailun looked at his disheveled appearance and the small umbrella sticking out, his expression strange.

He advised, "You can always find a suitable girlfriend. If all else fails, you can always find someone to provide sexual services on the street, like at a motel."

"I don't have that much money, and I don't want to spend it on this. I might consider it if it were Jennifer, but she wouldn't be interested in me. She prefers to play around with you."

Dave said helplessly, "Dude, what's up so late? I might need to continue, I just got into the zone. You know, I'm a French cannon! The second most muscular guy in the camp after you!"

"That's not the case now. Before you say that, you'd better go and see Lori and Sieg," Zhang Ailun said mercilessly.

"Little Lori has a racial advantage, but he's just tall; he's not actually that big," Dave mysteriously revealed the secret.

"I'm curious how little Lori will react after he finds out what you think of him. Will he twist your head off?"

Zhang Ailun's lips twitched. Although the black man had some racial talent, it was obviously no match for his physical talent. Just like Shaquille O'Neal in the NBA, his penis was also small, but small is also cute.

Dave immediately raised his hands in surrender, "I was wrong! Please don't tell Lori what I said, he'll definitely knock me two meters away if he gets angry!"

"I'm not that bored."

Zhang Ailun waved his hand to signal him not to panic, and immediately told him about what happened during the day, including what Old George had said about bank tax deductions.

Although Dave's record as a lawyer has been unremarkable since his debut, he is, after all, a top student in law school, and he quickly figured out the intricacies of the situation.

He pondered, "That's certainly true. That bank offers legal tax avoidance services to attract more people to the collectibles market, thereby revitalizing the antiques market and attracting funds, while legally circumventing tax restrictions. Many wealthy people also legally deduct taxes, and the most shrewd among them are the Chinese. After all, in a capitalist society, it's still the wealthy and capitalists who support the IRS. Even the fiercest dog won't bite its master. They only prey on the poor citizens at the bottom."

"So, as long as I use that bank's services, I can get a 99% tax deduction, or even pay less tax?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"I can go check it out for you tomorrow if I have time, and ask about the details. If it's reasonable, I'll help you open a savings account. How much money have you made from collectibles in total?" Dave asked curiously.

Zhang Ailun took out the banknotes in his hand, "About thirty thousand US dollars, half of which was from selling collectibles, and the rest was from job assignments. Picking up cans is tax-free, but the amount is not large."

Mrs. Dai was stunned. "You have so much money, why don't you rent a place to live, and instead sleep on the streets with us?"

"I only recently got my legal status. Before, I didn't even have the right to rent a place because they don't accept undocumented immigrants."

Zhang Ailun added, "I will not abandon everyone and be the first to rent a house until everyone in the team is living a better life! I came from the streets, so I must share the joys and sorrows with everyone."

Look at the leader's awareness.

Mr. Jin's reputation for benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness is well-deserved. Dave almost wanted to kneel down before him.

Zhang Ailun handed over the consultation and tax filing to Dave, told him to continue entertaining himself, and then left.

Dave lay in his tent, watching a short film playing on his phone, feeling conflicted. Everyone else seemed to be living a vibrant life, earning tons of money every day. What the hell was he doing? Was he already so lazy after just getting a job?

Masturbation? Will masturbation make me successful?

These few rounds are better left untouched!

Zhang Ailun tiptoed into the RV and found that Dominic was already asleep, but Jennifer was still awake and had taken up his reserved bed!

The dim, warm light fell softly on her profile, her long golden hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore blue-light-protecting glasses, leaning against the headboard. She looked serene and beautiful.

This is assuming you ignore her honeyed-sounding F-words and her lightning-fast typing speed. I was both angry and exhausted; I'd worn myself out.

"Men these days are so hard to fool! They're rude, impolite, and poor! I'll have to find a rich one." Jennifer cursed fiercely, but when she turned and saw Zhang Ailun, her expression changed instantly, and she smiled sweetly, "Hey! Honey, you're back!"

"You should be lying in your own bed," Zhang Ailun said irritably.

"I'm still working hard! Since I'm working so hard, don't you want to reward me?" Jennifer stretched and held out her hand to Zhang Ailun.

"Your earnings have nothing to do with me. Go back to sleep."

Zhang Ailun slapped her hand away, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and ignored Jennifer's resentful gaze.

I replied to a few messages from Olivia and Reina while lying in bed. I plugged my phone in, turned it off, and went to sleep.

Just as I turned to lie on my side, ready to drift off to sleep, a small hand landed on my eight-pack abs from behind, accompanied by a pitiful little murmur.

"Please, just reward me this once."

"Move it yourself."

Zhang Ailun lazily rolled over, forming a "太" shape, and lay completely flat.

Jennifer stuck out her tongue, pulled her hair up, and burrowed into the covers.

hiss……

The RV was haunted again at midnight.

The next morning.

Zhang Ailun woke up from his sleep. He took out his phone and glanced at the updated daily news.

Then I was locked down for ten seconds.

[Daily Intelligence: El Martin, the leader of the 7th Street gang, learned of the details of his subordinate, Little Kitz's, death and sent men to the Tucker Motorcycle Disposal Center on the outskirts of South Los Angeles to search for the missing $5000, but only found a wrecked motorcycle frame and discarded parts. He failed to find any further clues about you.]

[Details: The owner of the Street Brothers Modified Shop reviewed the security camera footage and became suspicious of your motives that day. However, he was involved in a gang conflict and was verbally abused by the Chevrolet owner. This led to a falling out with Aston Martin, resulting in unpleasant friction and conflict between the two sides. Internal strife within the gang is expected, and a change in the neighborhood leader is anticipated.]

[Daily News: McDonald, a black man wanted by San Francisco with a $12000 reward, will appear at a public phone booth on Kensington Avenue in the 5th borough at 10:27 AM to buy cigarettes from a street vendor. He is carrying a fruit knife. Details: McDonald, a black man, violently shoved an elderly man in Chinatown, causing him to hit his head and die. He is wanted by the Chinese community. Three bounty hunter teams, totaling eight people, are secretly tracking him.]

【每日情报：纳威街道夜晚23:22分会有奎桑提的神秘商店零售差事活动进行，一辆牌照号为LS-96N-12的银灰色雪佛兰EXPRESS麵包车经过街道，00:15分会在卡金街道大桥停留三分钟进行零售交易。】

[Details: The vehicle contained 20 pounds of type O blood, two hearts, four kidneys, 16 vials (approximately 150 grams) of infant placental stem cell extract, and 4 vials (approximately 27 grams) of adrenaline. Some of the transactions were conducted by Dr. Park Soon-myung, a Korean cosmetic surgeon at a medical aesthetics hospital.]

Zhang Ailun was stunned.

I told you the streets of the West Coast aren't clean at night. Who knows which kind soul ripped the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys off that car?

Quesanti's mysterious shop? How dare you even mention that! The van driver is definitely black, no doubt about it.

I turned the page again.

[Daily News: Dominic's good friend Jesse will be released from prison early this morning.]

Dominic's good friend? Who is that?

Zhang Ailun was somewhat puzzled.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he first came here and met Dominic, Dominic had indeed mentioned that a friend of his had gotten in because of a zero-dollar purchase.

The emotions are only now being released.

(End of this chapter)