America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 137 Vehicle Transfer

I drove back to the city and went straight to the Green Letter Shelter.

After Sieg parked his car on the side of the road, Zhang Ailun also chose to go directly through the front door. Reina and the other staff were still busy, so the two waited for a while and helped out.

Once work became less busy and it was time for a break, Reina handed over Zhang Ailun's identification documents and bank card to him.

Sieg asked, "Can I apply for this kind of card?"

"This is a charitable savings card issued by a private bank. Ordinary people are not eligible to apply. You need an internal member's introduction to open an account, and only people who are engaged in charitable work and have a formal position can apply for it," Reina glanced at Sig and answered calmly.

Although Sieg had worked part-time, it was only as an unnamed temporary worker; it was Lyon who truly helped.

She gave Zhang Ailun a reproachful look. "Why did you bring people with you?"

The leader completely ignored and was immune to her gaze, finding the heart-shaped card with the red cross and other designs in his hand very pleasing to the eye.

They escaped another disaster.

Otherwise, if you want to get this card from Reina, you'll have to make her happy. The Grand Master will have to put in a lot of effort; it'll be too hard on his back.

Under Reina's guidance, I also downloaded a private banking app and linked my resume information.

He glanced at it; the savings balance showed 0. Zhang Ailun was a little confused. "Wasn't the donation already received?"

"It will take a while for the funds to be processed and credited to your account." Reina took out her phone and glanced at it. "You still chose me? Mine has already arrived, but I don't need that much credit."

The savings account showed a limit of $6000, which Reina transferred directly to Zhang Ailun.

Soon after, a notification message arrived, showing a balance of $12000 on the debit card.

Zhang Ailun was satisfied; as long as he kept the accounts right, he could do whatever he wanted with the $12000.

Going forward, any cash rewards earned through tasks and online bank transfers will be entirely donated to charity. Proceeds from selling collectibles will be deposited in a bank account, subject to a maximum tax of 1%, and any amount exceeding a certain threshold will be donated entirely to charity. Cryptocurrency settlements are not a concern.

The money I'm making now is still small, so I can continue using this method. If my assets grow, I can directly invest in and open my own foundation and charity.

As afternoon approached, Zhang Ailun's phone alarm went off. He logged onto the Opportunity Network and searched for the platform's blind box vending machines.

While others were still watching the presentation, he precisely located the blue container, paid a $100 deposit, and locked in his target.

其他的货柜也是很快就被人下单订购了，机遇网的商家也在后台给张艾伦发送了一条私信：恭喜你成功下单编号5668的货柜盲盒，请在最晚22:59分之前抵达洛南港口区B1私人中型仓库里领取序列号为C-510的蓝色货柜。可使用现金或虚拟币支付900美元等值的卫生管理费用。超过限定时间三天会取消订单，订金不予退还。

"Why are you so happy?" Sig asked, puzzled by the smile on Zhang Ailun's face.

"Because I spent $1,000 to auction a container of blind boxes on Opportunity.com."

"What? $1000?" Sig felt like the sky had fallen after hearing that.

Somewhat disillusioned, he thought, "Even if you're incredibly wealthy, is there any need to squander money like this? Do you really think you're lucky enough to unearth a batch of worthless cell phones worth $50,000? What's the difference between this and gambling?"

"Go there and you'll see. I have a gut feeling we'll make a fortune this time!"

After saying goodbye to Reina, Zhang Ailun and a dejected Sieg left the Green Letter Containment Center.

After driving through the city center for some time, we arrived at the southern port area of ​​Los Angeles.

After parking his vehicle, Zhang Ailun got out and took out his phone to contact the warehouse manager.

Soon a slightly overweight middle-aged white man arrived.

"You arrived so quickly?"

The administrator rushed over, also quite surprised, and said with a smile, "This batch of goods has been here for several months, and it has been unclaimed. Our supervisor asked me to sell it online, and I thought no one would bid on it, but you bought it in a flash."

"Is it still possible to get a refund now?" Sieg asked, a little puzzled. That's a thousand dollars! There are so many good things to do with that money!

"Oh, buddy, don't joke around. You've already paid a deposit. If you want to return the goods, that hundred dollars will really be gone. Besides, this batch of goods is in private storage, and the locks on the boxes are all one-time use. Without orders from above, we are not authorized to open or damage them. We don't even know what's inside. Maybe there are some very valuable items inside!" the manager said tactfully.

But judging from his wide grin, you can tell he's been selling blind boxes from shelves quite often, and most people who buy them end up losing a fortune.

"To be honest, I'd rather buy lottery tickets or go to a casino; at least that would give me more confidence to make money than running this thing," Sieg complained. "It's like picking gold out of a garbage dump."

"Since we've already bought it, there's no reason to return it. Take us to see it." Zhang Ailun said confidently. Wasn't this what they were always doing—finding gold in the trash? It was their specialty.

However, this time it will cost more.

"Okay, please follow me." The warehouse manager said, took out a set of keys, and led the two to the private warehouse. They soon arrived at the B1 storage room, opened the door, and went inside.

As soon as Zhang Ailun and Sieg entered, they smelled a rotten and moldy odor.

"WTF! Are you sure this thing has only been here for a few months?" Sig was momentarily stunned.

Inside, there were piles of rubber products, wooden crates, and iron crates.

What good stuff could be in here? Rotten nuts? Snacks? Or an inflatable doll?

What does the owner of this private warehouse do?

The manager, looking a little guilty at the mold, explained, "It's mainly because of the lack of ventilation. This is a private warehouse, and our job is just to look after the goods. We rarely come here, and the goods have been unclaimed for a long time. We only contacted the owner a few days ago, only to find out that he's already in jail. You know, nobody wants this batch of goods, so we need to clear out the warehouse."

Sieg felt increasingly desperate as he listened. He glanced at the enthusiastic Zhang Ailun and said, "Boss, I think you've really wasted your money."

"That's not necessarily true." Zhang Ailun quickly found the blue container piled up among the goods.

The administrator glanced at the order list. "You've ordered the blue container C-510. Besides the $100 deposit, you also need to pay a $900 sanitation fee. Would you prefer to pay in cash, online banking, or cryptocurrency?"

"Isn't this basically us paying to clear out your trash? Your manager is a genius."

Sieg quickly grasped their business model. Shameless! Could you be any more shameless?

"Don't say that. This is a matter of mutual consent, and there are legal provisions for it."

The administrator remained mild-mannered. Who wouldn't be happy to see a big spender come to their door and give them money? After all, they've already paid, so what's wrong with saying a few nice words?

Although they couldn't open the boxes directly, they had a general idea of ​​what was inside from the warehouse owner, so it was impossible for them to actually leave you anything valuable. Those people who dreamed of finding treasure through blind boxes were simply fooling idiots.

They got $1000 for free.

"I choose to pay in cash." Zhang Ailun took out $900 in cash and handed it to him.

The administrator counted the items, beaming with delight. He immediately gave Zhang Ailun a receipt, then turned and went to the storage room to retrieve a large pair of pliers. He said gently, "Would you like me to help you open it?"

"Of course." Zhang Ailun and Sig approached. The container door lock was intact and had a note attached. The manager emptied the goods, cut the chain with pliers, and opened the container door.

Looking inside, there was a pile of cardboard boxes, foam, and a layer of dark burlap; you couldn't see anything at all.

The administrator glanced at them and said regretfully, "It looks like just some styrofoam boxes?"

"Make way, let me see what that thousand dollars bought!!"

Sig was starting to lose his composure; seeing the Grand Master lose money was more painful for him than losing money himself.

He immediately pushed past the administrator and started rummaging through the cardboard boxes, cursing under his breath.

I quickly realized something was wrong; I felt like I'd bumped into something hard. Was it a shelf that was tightly secured?

"Is this thing a metal cabinet?" Sig asked hesitantly.

The administrator also said they were unaware of this.

Zhang Ailun had already vaguely seen the outline of the tire, so he went over and tore off the nylon rope that was securing it, and then lifted the black cloth covering it.

"That's clearly an SUV!"

A Jeep Wrangler, an all-terrain off-road vehicle, was revealed.

"WTF!!"

The Sig people were dumbfounded.

The administrator felt his heart stop beating, almost fainted from catching his breath, and stared dumbfounded at the off-road vehicle in the box.

"The paint is brand new, and the chassis and engine numbers are from last year, but they probably haven't been used. What a windfall!"

Zhang Ailun checked the documents and found them on the passenger seat. He chuckled and said, "The matching documents and keys are also in the car!"

Sig snapped out of his existential daze, his expression instantly changing to a broad grin. "Hahaha! Boss, we're incredibly lucky! A thousand dollars for a Jeep in such good condition? This car must be worth at least $50000!"

The administrator was also shocked.

Why the hell is there a Jeep Wrangler here?

Didn't the warehouse owner say there wasn't anything good inside, and that he had already confessed everything he needed to?

Is it reasonable that our precious baby could stay under their noses for so long without being discovered?

With a forced smile and reluctant clapping, he said sourly, "Guys, I must say you guys are really lucky."

This broken box had been sitting here for over half a year, unclaimed and ignored. He never expected that an SUV would be driven out of it.

It's all fate.

If this container doesn't sell, wouldn't this SUV be theirs?

Regret means extreme regret.

Zhang Ailun started the car and took Sieg out for a test drive. He felt that the power was abundant and the fuel tank was full. It was indeed a Jeep off-road vehicle.

The administrator, looking like a wilted eggplant, pulled out his phone to chat with other administrators and supervisors, typing at lightning speed, his words undoubtedly laced with elegant, F-word-like phrases.

If they had known there were good things inside, they wouldn't have bothered selling it; they would have just secretly opened the box themselves.

The SUV drove along the flat roadside, and the hum of its engine attracted the attention of many people.

When professional treasure hunters learned about the situation, their gazes towards Zhang Ailun changed.

Damn it, that cheap, beat-up crate has been sitting in the warehouse for half a year. It's full of shady dealings, even a dog wouldn't buy it. And yet, it's supposed to yield goods worth tens of thousands of dollars? A Jeep Wrangler?

What else could this be but the chosen one?

When buying boxes, you have to buy fresh ones, before the manager has time to tamper with them. That's what it takes – a keen eye, knowledge, and luck.

But after researching for a long time and spending $36000, I ended up buying a bunch of inflatable dolls. Who can I complain to about this?

Someone came up and asked, "Hey buddy, are you selling this car?"

"Sorry, I have no intention of selling it; I plan to keep it for myself." Zhang Ailun could tell at a glance that he was a car dealer. He patted his vehicle, beaming with pride, and said happily, "I really like this big guy. Who wouldn't want to own a durable and reliable Jeep?"

He then looked at the administrator, who seemed to be questioning his existence, and waved, "Thank you for your service. You saved me $49000 and I got such a nice car."

I honked the horn twice. Beep beep! My husband is a criminal.

The administrator managed to refrain from swearing.

I was here first, and I've been watching the warehouse door for half a year!

The administrator forced a smile. "Of course, of course, it's all about luck anyway."

He was cursing under his breath.

Zhang Ailun drove the Wrangler around for a bit, then let Sieg drive the old, beat-up pickup truck away from the southern port area of ​​Los Angeles, deciding to go to the vehicle registration office to transfer the ownership.

I logged into the DMA website in Los Angeles and made an online appointment in advance. The vehicle registration fee is $15. For used car transfers, you need to pay the registration fee and license plate fee. The license plate is with the car and is not tied to an individual. DMA requires the license plate to have the year and month. The license plate fee is waived if the transaction is completed within 72 days. If the transfer is completed after the deadline, a 2% vehicle tax will be charged.

The license plates on the previous RV and pickup truck had expired long ago, and in principle, a license plate fee should be paid when transferring ownership, but Dominic used a different method.

Because the owner had passed away so long ago, the RV's information from the last century was already sealed in the files of deregistration and scrapping. He only spent $15 to re-register and activate the vehicle information, and instead of using the old license plate, he directly registered and replaced it with a new one.

Jason simply hired a scalper to handle it for him, and the transfer of ownership of the old pickup truck only cost him a few dozen dollars.

Those black men returned safely from the suburbs, terrified by the coyotes and robbers. When confronted, they dared not act recklessly and cooperated fully, turning over a new leaf!

This SUV has been registered once, with all the necessary insurance and other paperwork, and contains the information of the previous owner. The vehicle is practically new, but the registration information identifies it as a used car. If Zhang Ailun wants to transfer ownership, he needs to pay a 2% license plate fee and obtain notarized documents from the previous owner. However, the owner seems to have gone missing, making it inconvenient to print out the title document.

He sent Jason a message directly, asking him to find a scalper to handle it for him.

Jason: It costs $65 to the scalper to help you transfer the ownership. This includes a $15 re-registration fee and a $50 handling fee.

Zhang Ailun: OK.

This small amount of money is nothing compared to a Jeep Wrangler worth $50,000.

That's a really good price!

They soon arrived at the DMV in the fifth borough of Los Angeles and met the tout. Zhang Ailun paid him $65 in cash, and the tout went in through the back door.

There was no need to queue; the other party directly paid $15 for Zhang Ailun through the back door, re-registered the vehicle information, and printed out the online banking payment receipt.

I randomly selected a license plate number, then waited to sign. After signing, I waited for the license plate to be printed out, and then the transfer registration was completed.

The scalpers are quite efficient, mainly because there's no need to queue, and the license plate printing is done by fully automated machines that can print the plates in just a few minutes.

He took the license plate and used the tools in his toolbox to install it on the front and rear of the Wrangler, then casually took the money and left.

If you want to get things done, you have to find people from legitimate organizations, unlike those staff members sitting at the window who are too lazy to even talk to you and are not professional at all.

"Finally, we have a car."

Zhang Ailun has been on the West Coast for so long, and only now does he have an asset that is actually registered in his own name.

Sieg was also amazed by his incredible luck and couldn't understand it, but he expressed his respect.

"This vintage pickup truck shouldn't be driven anymore, right? It's practically falling apart; it wouldn't even have the strength to hit someone. How dare it be called a pickup truck? A Jeep Wrangler is much easier to drive than this beat-up Ford!"

Sieg immediately decided to hand over the pickup truck to Jason, and from then on they would only need to travel in the leader's vehicle. The Wrangler was very effective whether hauling cargo or hitting people!

If this SUV had been the one that collided with that black guy, would you have expected the fenders to be flattened? A drift would have guaranteed to knock his shit out, then run him over, so much so that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

(End of this chapter)