America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 131 Clean and Hygienic

Zhang Ailun got up, washed up, woke up Dominic, and began to arrange the day's work tasks.

He was also informed that Louis XIX's territory had expanded again, and that they had essentially taken over all the treasure chests on the streets of the entire Fifth Arrondissement, from south to north and from east to west.

Unify the martial world and reach new heights!

I prepared a simple breakfast: sandwiches, fried eggs, and bacon. I also invited Sieg over for a meal.

During the meal, Zhang Ailun also told Dominic about the next development plan: "Try to contact those small contact teams when you have time, and try to persuade them to join our team. Try to avoid conflicts with them. The main goal is to recruit ordinary homeless people who are severely exploited at the bottom of society. Leaders and such are not within our recruitment scope."

They are too clever to be able to recruit people and grow strong. They are not simple people to begin with. Moreover, they have always been the exploiting class and beneficiaries. They don't care about the petty benefits that the leader Shi En offers. They can't integrate into the group with those ordinary homeless people. It would be better to send them to prison.

"If they don't like it, kick them out. If they don't leave and try to rebel, then let them see what happened to Jon."

Right now, in the entire Fifth District, only their territory, influence, and number of people are the largest!

The homeless people who were attracted to the area, whether local or from out of town, were all eager to sign up, except for those who preferred to work alone.

"The recruitment threshold should also be raised. People with intellectual disabilities who do not frequently have relapses, or people with physical disabilities who are positive and motivated, can be recruited and assigned to beg on the streets. People who are physically able but have a serious criminal record or are addicted to drugs should not be recruited. The quality of the team needs to be precisely controlled. Homeless people who are not conducive to internal unity and like to cause trouble and bully others should also be driven away and sent to other neighborhoods to cause trouble for other teams."

The Grand Master has set the strategic policy: how can one sweep the world if one cannot even sweep one's own house? Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish. Managing the West Coast refugees is actually no different from running a company. The world is essentially a giant makeshift operation.

The core members all agreed and began to carefully record the leader's speech, which they then disseminated to other cadres and members in other positions.

Dominic took out his phone, opened the note-taking app, and did some calculations and statistics.

"We now have thirty-six streets, all of which are streets where you can find cans. The net profit from finding cans can reach $700-$800 per day. If you add begging and acquiring valuable items, you can achieve a stable daily income of about $1500, or even more."

Dominic added, "We've accumulated quite a few jars over the past few days, with profits from just the jars alone exceeding $1800. The other items haven't been sold yet, and the begging proceeds are temporarily held with me. The total value is roughly $3000-$3500. We lent the Irish $1500 before, and they're currently unable to repay it, but their revenue situation is improving. We should be able to cover the shortfall within three weeks without affecting their normal income and consumption."

As Zhang Ailun listened to Dominic's detailed report, the valuable items included special items he had found, leaves, toys, postcards, collectible cards, pots and pans, and the like.

None of them are particularly valuable items. The drop rate of treasure chests is not high, and the chance of actually finding gold and diamonds is one in ten thousand.

This should be the norm for homeless people. Not everyone is incredibly lucky. If Zhang Ailun hadn't been informed, he wouldn't have been able to make money every time.

"Also, the day for distributing subsidies and shopping vouchers is approaching, and a very small number of homeless people may become lax and lazy, and not be very proactive in collecting cans, which may affect our profit from cans in the future," Dominic said.

Zhang Ailun nodded. "This is an unavoidable periodic fluctuation. The subsidy is only a few hundred dollars, and those who spend money recklessly will spend it all quickly. I just provide them with a platform and take a small cut. They are the ones who actually work hard to earn money. If they become lazy, they will be the ones who suffer in the end, while I am not affected."

It may sound harsh, but there are only so many jars available. If you don't do it, plenty of others will.

If he's indulging in pleasure, let him lie down. When he's not working, others will take away his jar. To the Grand Master, half a cent has no effect whatsoever.

Taking advantage of the nice weather, after breakfast, the four of them gave the RV a thorough cleaning, tidying up the trash and the bathroom, washing all the clothes and sheets, and hanging them on the RV's clothes rack to dry.

The main reason is that women are made of water, and Jennifer is the epitome of womanhood; those who know, know.

Considering that the groundwater in the lead pipes on the street was not very healthy, Zhang Ailun specially arranged for Sieg to drive to the nearest convenience store to buy a filter, fill a bottle with drinking water, reinstall it in the RV, and then take a shower in line.

Refreshed.

Afterwards, Sieg took Air Force Bailey to the nearby Camp 9, where he picked up the still-drunk Fez and his gang. He gave each of them a loud, large slingshot and pressed the muzzle of the gun to their foreheads, finally waking the lazybones. He then dragged them into the car and headed to a cabin in the suburbs to begin their alchemy work.

According to the Grand Master, these forces that cooperate with the Beggars' Sect are not considered part of their own group; they are outsiders who can be exploited at will.

He doesn't want to work, so beat him until he does. Make sure these drug addicts get their skin rubbed off every now and then. Make them work harder, so their minds aren't filled with thoughts of drugs and women's asses.

If you do your job well, the leader won't criticize you and will even give you a bonus. You can do whatever you want after work, and no one will care if you overdose.

If you don't do your job well, and the leader's whip doesn't lash you, then you're lucky.

Bang! Work!!

After settling things at the camp, Zhang Ailun prepared to go with Dominic to take over the territory. After all, the workload of sixteen streets plus three communities was quite large. So he simply waited for Sieg to drive the car back, and with Jennifer, who was there to join in the fun, the four of them went to the other party's territory, prepared paint buckets and spray bottles, and went to make contact.

McDonald, the black California fugitive wanted with a $12000 bounty, also frequents those streets. But now that the territory is under Lori Louis 19's control, and they've obtained intelligence on him, Zhang Ailun certainly won't let this easy target slip through his fingers.

Even if it weren't for the sake of the Chinese community in Chinatown, the person should be brought to justice for the sake of that huge sum of money.

This piece of black pig's head meat is so fat and big that the leader just happened to pick it up. If anyone is not satisfied, then come and challenge him on the street.

Soon the pickup truck drove onto the street, and as soon as I got out, I smelled the aroma of Mexican burritos and tacos. Upon closer inspection, I saw that there were people setting up stalls almost every two intersections. Some of them didn't even have a cart; they were selling their goods in bulk.

You can also see a few Black people carrying designer bags, leaning against the street corners, occasionally asking passersby, "Buying something? Authentic products guaranteed!"

This is the real Quesanti Secret Shop!

Just by looking at your skin tone, I can tell that the product you have is definitely authentic and comes with after-sales service.

"I've only ever seen this kind of scene at farmers' markets," Zhang Ailun remarked.

"There are many similar markets in the poor streets of Los Angeles, and many people set up stalls there."

Jennifer wasn't surprised by this at all. Her clothes were mostly in a mid-range luxury style, good quality and inexpensive, and she often patronized those black men's businesses.

"Let's get to work."

Sieg parked his pickup truck at a nearby basketball court. Carrying paint buckets, brushes, and spray bottles, he began graffitiing the wall.

The graffiti that originally belonged to the short-tailed dog was covered up and replaced with a new rubber duck pattern.

Many people watched their actions with surprise, wondering, "Isn't this street mostly Mexican? Where did they come from?"

"Shh! Those are Lori Louis XIX's men. Don't mess with them if you don't want trouble!"

"Is this still a homeless person? That's a gang member..." Before he could finish speaking, someone covered his mouth.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow; now, even the title of Grand Master cannot be casually mentioned in the Fifth District.

Who knows if one of the garbage collectors squatting by the wall nearby actually listened to this and might go back and tell on me?

If someone on the street offends the Beggars' Guild, it's easy to resolve since they're all in the same circle; they just arrange to meet up and fight it out.

If an ordinary person offends a homeless person, they might send a bunch of people to your home or workplace to defecate in front of you, or dump all their garbage in front of your house to disgust you, or make noise in the middle of the night to disturb your sleep.

They might get arrested for disturbing the peace, but that doesn't really matter to a homeless person, but it would throw your life into chaos.

Mexicans selling burritos and tacos at their stalls remained unmoved by the graffiti; they were used to it.

Zhang Ailun walked over and looked at their breakfast. The bread was crispy and crunchy, with tomatoes, green vegetables, and a hint of roasted corn. "Looks good? Too bad I've already had breakfast."

"We didn't cause any trouble," the Mexican worker quickly clarified, recognizing him.

"Don't panic, buddy. I'm just here to check the work. Our people will be here to collect the cans soon. As long as you don't cause trouble, we won't bother you." Zhang Ailun picked up a corn sausage and asked, "How much?"

"One dollar... no, no money!" The Mexican hurriedly waved his hand to refuse; how could he dare to accept money?

Zhang Ailun tasted an authentic Mexican sausage, which was made entirely of corn starch and pork. They really spared no expense!

He gave a thumbs-up, "It tastes good, and it's clean and hygienic. I don't like to eat or drink for free, here's a dollar."

Zhang Ailun handed over a coin to the Mexican man to settle the payment, then turned and left.

The Mexicans had no idea that their leader only liked getting things for free and didn't care about small things. They just thought that since he paid for his food, he was a good person!

Dominic and Sieg quickly finished removing all the graffiti from the street, got in the car, and waited to drive to the next street. Jennifer was still haggling with the black man.

"Bro, everyone else sells Gucci bags for $40, why are you selling them for $60? Are you taking advantage of me because I don't know the market?" Jennifer questioned the black man.

"This is the latest model."

This old black man looks honest and simple; he's obviously a repeat offender who just got out of prison not long ago and doesn't want to cause trouble.

Faced with Jennifer's questioning, the old man simply tried to explain, "To get this shipment, five out of the six of us went in. I was released early because I didn't take more than $950 worth of stuff. I need to raise enough bail to get my 'thick rice' released. So I can't lower the price of these things."

"Here's what we'll do: I'll buy two bags and a pair of new DG sunglasses, and I'll give you $100. I'll also introduce you to a few people who might be interested, and I guarantee I'll clear out all your stock."

Jennifer tried to persuade her, saying, "You've been standing here for so long, when are you going to raise enough bail? You might as well sell yourself for a lower price. If you trust me, we can make a deal."

Old Black was a little confused. "A bag costs $60..."

"Two bags cost $80. A pair of sunglasses costs $20. That's exactly $100." Jennifer was clearly taking advantage of the honest man.

Old Hei scratched his head, thinking there was nothing wrong with it. "Okay! Okay! Give me the money! I want cash!"

Jennifer happily pulled out a hundred dollars and gave it to him, also giving him the address of a motel where she worked with girls she had previously collaborated with.

Old Hei took the money and went over.

"Don't you have a conscience? Others worked so hard to buy things for free, and a bullet grazed their scalp. You should be more considerate." After getting on the bus, the men began to criticize her for not following the rules.

"Hey soldier, just keep driving!"

Jennifer gave him the middle finger, showing no mercy. Then she handed the new DG sunglasses to Zhang Ailun, "Honey, do you think I did the right thing?"

"I don't think there's a problem."

Zhang Ailun accepted her gift and then instructed Sieg, "Drive."

Sieg shrugged, speechless, and chose to drive obediently to the next street.

It took half a day to remove all the graffiti from the street. Dominic got off the bus midway to work on the street, while Jennifer went to a nail salon.

"Where to next?" With only the two of them left in the car, Sieg asked Zhang Ailun for his next instructions.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the fact that they still had plenty of time, took out the downloaded photo of the black man, and showed it to Sieg. "Go to the public phone booth on Kensington Street."

"Who is this? What did this black guy do wrong?" Sig asked, puzzled. Why was he always picking on that black guy?

Zhang Ailun then unearthed further evidence about the elderly black man: "This guy is suspected of murdering an elderly person in the Chinatown area and is currently being pursued by the police. He's been seen on Kensington Avenue in the Fifth Ward, and has been in contact with drug cartels. Several bounty hunter teams are also watching him; his bounty is $12000!"

"Take away the young master?"

Upon hearing this, Sieg immediately perked up. "A $12000 bounty!? Are you sure?"

"Of course. But there might be other bounty hunter teams competing with us for his bounty. Then it'll be up to you. I don't have a gun license, so I won't be able to carry out my plans in the city center," Zhang Ailun said.

"There's no need to make things so complicated. I can ask Officer Miguel to send two patrol officers to assist him. His injuries are no longer affecting his work, and today is his first day back on duty."

Sig immediately made a phone call to Mig, sharing the intelligence with him.

After hearing this, the other party immediately took action without hesitation, determined to secure the deal!

They drove to Kensington Street, but due to the heavy pedestrian traffic and lack of parking options, Sieg had to take a longer route and park on another street. The two then walked to the street.

Looking at the little yellow duck pattern on the roadside alley, which had only been painted on not long ago, I didn't feel the need to be so cautious on my own turf. I sat on the steps and waited for a while, and soon a police car arrived at the roadside.

Officer Miguel and a second-level officer got out of the car, noticed the two men, and greeted Sig.

Zhang Ailun noticed that his epaulettes had changed to three plus one silver star, which was undoubtedly a symbol of a senior officer in the Southern Precinct. The man also concurrently held the position of Captain of the Fifth District of the Economic Crime Investigation Division, wielding considerable power and able to dispatch and command nearby officers for support.

(End of this chapter)