America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 138 I Can Do What I Want

The two drove back to the camp.

Jennifer, who was staying at home, stared at the nearly new car. Two familiar faces got out of the car, closed their gossip magazine, and were completely stunned.

"WTF! Where did you steal this car from? A Jeep Wrangler?"

It shocked Jennifer for a whole year.

It looks like a brand new car? This is an SUV worth at least $50,000.

With $50,000, you can basically only buy a chassis. Options, insurance, vehicle tax, and the whole process will cost at least $60,000 to $70,000.

"Have some confidence, okay? What do you mean by stealing? Would I do something so illegal? We got this for free by spending a thousand dollars." Zhang Ailun showed her the transfer information.

"A thousand dollars? That can buy an SUV worth sixty or seventy thousand?"

Jennifer was incredulous. "You're so lucky! I think you should buy a lottery ticket! You might win a million dollars!"

"I don't think so." Zhang Ailun waved his hand. Forget about those vague and illusory things; they're faster at ripping people off than a money-printing machine.

Jennifer really liked the Wrangler and asked to take it for a test drive. Zhang Ailun naturally agreed, greeted Sig, and drove the vehicle to take Jennifer for a spin.

The drive to Santa Monica Beach was smooth, and Jennifer took a selfie. They then toured various attractions in Los Angeles, though they didn't really get out of the car to buy tickets.

"Honey, this is my first time riding in an off-road vehicle like this. Thank you for making my dream come true!" Jennifer said gratefully.

"Didn't you used to ride in luxury cars all the time?" Zhang Ailun looked at her suspiciously.

"How could that be! The most expensive car I've ever ridden in was a Mercedes."

Jennifer chuckled and moved right up to the leader. "Don't you want to use this car to develop some new, special projects? I promise they'll be exciting!"

Zhang Ailun glanced at his surroundings, then turned the steering wheel and drove into an alley.

"There shouldn't be any police officers checking cars here."

"Then I must be the first person to play games with you in this car." Jennifer immediately and sensibly reclined the seat.

"It was in the RV too," Zhang Ailun recalled.

What's going on? It seems like all the games I play with Jennifer are in the car?

Exciting!

The newly acquired off-road vehicle soon began to act up. The leader thoroughly inspected the vehicle's suspension system and finally reached a satisfactory conclusion.

As expected of a Wrangler!!

As evening approached, Zhang Ailun drove back. When they passed a convenience store, Jennifer hurriedly got out to shop, taking precautions and bringing back a bottle of perfume as a cover-up.

Dominic and punk girl Jessie returned together, tallied their earnings from the past few days, and handed it all over to the leader. "All the jars sold for $2200, plus the $1200 from begging, and the $3000 from selling valuable items, totaling $6400."

Dave said, "It seems they haven't paid taxes yet, and on my advice, they plan to donate all the money they get from begging to charity. The money from selling valuable items will be used to display their collectibles."

Zhang Ailun took the money and calculated that he could get $440 from the $2200 jar, $240 from the money he begged (also taking a 20% cut), and $1200 from the money from valuable items (taking a 40% cut). The total was $1880.

He then took $1880, divided the remaining money into two portions and gave them to Sieg. He instructed Sieg to use the showerhead bank savings card to deposit the money from selling the goods into an ATM, and to send the money he had begged directly to the post office near the Green Letter shelter to make an anonymous cash donation.

The post office was just half a street away from the shelter, and the postage was at most $1. The main purpose was to print out the mailing slips as evidence.

People who work at the post office obviously know what's going on. They can tell what's going on just by looking at the order and the delivery location. They know the tricks of the trade.

Then they went to other ATMs to withdraw cash from the charity card, and redistributed the $4520 they withdrew to the Beggars' Sect disciples as a free welfare cash benefit.

This completes the transfer from left hand to right hand.

Sieg quickly did as Zhang Ailun instructed, and returned with the cash in no time.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the online banking notifications on his phone, detailing his deposits and withdrawals, and noted that he had listed charitable activities as one of the expenditures. His total assets had now reached $43295.

Dominic put away the money and went out to distribute cash to the Beggars' Sect disciples. Everyone got a share, and those who were capable did more work. The key point was that they didn't have to pay taxes.

After reading the process, Little Lori suddenly felt he could do it too. "If I had chosen to do it this way, would I have avoided paying the begging tax? Dude, your car is really nice!"

"Of course, this is a Jeep worth tens of thousands of dollars."

The group then started discussing the leader's car, with Jason expressing particular envy and jealousy, saying, "You can get a car just by opening a blind box?"

"If you're so capable, why don't you open one yourself? A thousand-dollar blind box? You're simply not willing to spend that money. What's the use of envying others?" Fitz mocked him, then turned to the Grand Master and praised him lavishly, "Allen! I knew you were awesome!"

"How's your sorghum seed business going?" Zhang Ailun seemed to have been unaware of their business, only knowing that Simone's business was thriving and she had earned her first pot of gold. These past few days, she had been in seclusion in her rented apartment, working hard and striving for improvement.

At this point, Jason was wide awake, chuckling, "Our business may not be as stable as yours, but we've still made a considerable amount of money. Quite a few out-of-towners have been fooled by us. We don't plan to sell locally anymore; we ship everything to Texas and Florida. We even had some Mexicans place international orders, but we didn't dare accept them. After all, who knows if they'll come after us with hitmen after being scammed!"

"I have a few friends in Texas who are also involved in this business. Blitz helped them set up a distribution website, but we only get about a dozen orders a day. The price of castor seeds is relatively stable, and a pound can sell for several hundred dollars."

Blitz said meaningfully, "If I hadn't investigated and found out that those buyers were mostly students with no real ability, and filtered out those with gang connections, you probably wouldn't be sleeping soundly at night; you'd probably have been shot in the back long ago!"

"It's because you're here that I dare to sell sorghum seeds openly!" Jason wasn't ashamed at all; on the contrary, he was proud. "These days, to make money in business, you need to be bold and careful! I didn't actually sell drugs; I'm actually doing a good deed! Let them sue me in the police station and court if they dare. I want to see if they go in first, or if I go in first!"

"After all, we still have Dave, right? What's there to be afraid of?" Jason laughed heartily. He figured he could just lie down and win by having Dave defend the other side.

Dave: ...

This is a blatant, overt scheme.

If you didn't have the intention to illegally traffic drugs, you wouldn't be looking for channels to buy castor seeds. If you buy castor seeds at a low price, you've been cheated. Once you've been cheated, you have to suffer in silence, not daring to make a fuss about it, and you have to grit your teeth and swallow your anger.

You're still an outsider, so you don't dare come to Los Angeles to seek revenge. Otherwise, the godfather of hackers in Los Angeles would definitely strike first and teach you a lesson. You'd be completely out of luck!

Blitz can easily create hundreds of fake accounts and bots every day, and he works tirelessly to maintain and boost positive reviews on the website. If the black guys who suffer losses do so, they just ban his accounts and silence him. He only does one-off deals. Can you stand that?

A glance at the greenhouses and lush green leaves posted by online trolls in social media chat groups still vividly evokes the vibrant life and competitive energy of nature.

Show a few more bank deposits with recent profits exceeding $10,000 each, and say: My fellow West Coast fans all say it's great!

How could you resist placing an order?

You can go now, but don't say a word.

Zhang Ailun could only sigh, thinking that in the near future, an abstract grain tycoon might stand in the underground of Los Angeles, becoming the underground king of District 5.

Sieg received a message from Bailey and immediately showed it to Zhang Ailun: "More gold! More than 10,000 mobile phones were sorted and refined today. It is expected that it will be completely finished in the next two days."

Zhang Ailun glanced at them; they were all gold nuggets the size of mung beans. He felt a surge of satisfaction: "Well done!"

Once all the gold has been extracted, it will be melted down into gold ingots weighing over a pound and sold to old George.

These gold pieces have been soaked in aqua regia and chemicals, so wearing them as jewelry is somewhat unhealthy, but they are fine for use in other electrical appliances.

The group chatted for a while longer when Sieg received a new message. He quietly walked over and waved to Zhang Ailun.

Zhang Ailun was puzzled and walked over. Sieg whispered, "Something happened. Yesterday, we messed with that adrenaline-fueled guy, Faith Modern's henchman, and he found a buyer on the black market and sold the stuff for $7500. But he didn't hand over the money; he just took it and ran off, and he even injured someone else."

"..." Zhang Ailun frowned slightly. "What was this guy thinking? The people he arranged were so unreliable?"

"After all, it's a few thousand dollars worth of goods, and these venomous insects have such poor self-control, it's hard not to be tempted. But luckily, that guy didn't run far and was caught by the Mexicans with short-tailed dogs on the ground. He was really unlucky."

Sig showed the text message to Zhang Ailun.

Mr. Gold: Yo! Bro, guess what I caught? A little street mouse carrying a delicious cake. $7500, that's no small sum! Let's make a deal. The location is in the suburbs [coordinates]. If you're a man, don't bring a gun! We'll have a fair one-on-one duel!

"It seems that this kind of thing really can only be handled by our own people to be at ease. I thought that with the gold dividend, they wouldn't have any other ideas, but I didn't expect them to pull this trick on me." Zhang Ailun was also speechless.

After glancing at the message, I almost couldn't hold back anymore.

What does this guy's name mean?

The only Mr. Kim?

good good!

He immediately got into the RV, took out two handguns, tucked them into his waistband, and prepared to have a good talk with "Mr. Jin"!

Threatening me? You've really gone too far!

"Tell Faithmore and the others to step up their game. Don't come back today. They can sleep in the cabin in the suburbs tonight and handle the shift changes there!" Zhang Ailun said expressionlessly.

"OK!" Sig nodded, clearly the Grand Master was a little angry.

Faith Modern was incredibly unlucky.

I finally managed to win their favor with that batch of gold, and I thought we would cooperate even better in the future, but I never expected to be betrayed by my own people.

Sig also chose to inform the other party of the message.

The moment Faith Modern received the news, he felt like the sky had fallen!

He was anxious to explain, but Sieg turned off his phone and ignored him completely.

"Didn't he tell us not to bring guns?" Sieg got into the SUV, watched Zhang Ailun fiddling with a pistol, and fastened his seatbelt.

"I have a gun, why shouldn't I use it? Only a fool wouldn't."

Zhang Ailun said matter-of-factly, "Call Richie and a few others who have time to come over and handle this!"

"Okay." Sig sent a message to Richie and the others.

Zhang Ailun started the Wrangler, stepped on the gas and drove away from the camp, quickly picking up Richie and the others at the next intersection.

"Boss, whose car is this?" Richie and his group were surprised as they got into the car.

"Of course it's mine, and what's mine is essentially everyone's," Zhang Ailun answered their questions perfectly. The assets belong to all the Beggars' Sect disciples, but the Grand Master has 24-hour access.

Zhang Ailun's driving skills are top-notch, and the Wrangler has plenty of power, which Jennifer also experienced in the afternoon.

They quickly left the city and spent some time arriving at their coordinates in the suburbs.

The car headlights illuminated the rocky wasteland in the suburbs. As soon as the car stopped, we saw the man with the short-tailed dog dragging a man with a bruised and swollen face out.

"Hey! How are you, Mr. Kim!" Kim Rachel laughed heartily, spreading her arms to give him a friendly hug.

Zhang Ailun got out of the car, and without saying a word, pulled out a gun and pointed it at his face.

The other party was instantly dumbfounded.

It wasn't you...

They hadn't even exchanged two words yet.

Zhang Ailun didn't care about anything else and pulled the trigger towards the sky. The continuous blasts of gunfire made everyone's heads buzz.

"WTF!!!" The short-tailed dog was so scared that it almost collapsed to its knees.

"Hey! What are you doing?! We're here to talk business! Look what you've done! I've already caught them!" Rachel was both shocked and furious.

He hurriedly pushed the bound man in front of him to shield him from gunfire, saying, "How can you be so unreasonable? We helped you catch him; we deserve some credit, right? Otherwise, we could have done nothing and secretly pocketed the money!"

"Then I'll drag you out and break your legs!" Zhang Ailun said.

"……"you're right.

"There doesn't seem to be much to say between us." Zhang Ailun glanced at the poisonous insects on the ground, seemingly unrecognizable. The leader of the Karami Clan never remembered these small insects. He simply asked, "Where's my money?"

Sig and the others also pulled out their submachine guns.

The group was instantly stunned.

"I don't allow you to carry handguns, but you're carrying nothing but submachine guns." Rachel sighed and pulled out the money, throwing it on the ground. "The money's here!"

"Commendable courage, daring to invite me to the suburbs." Zhang Ailun chuckled, glancing at the banknotes. "I have a gun! I can do whatever I want! What the hell do you think you are?!"

"okokok!!"

The local gangs are incredibly rude.

Zhang Ailun sized him up for a few moments. "Put your gun out, or I'll blow your head off!"

Rachel was taken aback, then pulled a handgun from her pocket and threw it on the ground, saying in frustration, "F*** you! How did you know I had a gun?"

"Of course I don't know. I was just kidding. Who knows if you have a gun on you?"

Zhang Ailun honestly said that he likes to tell the truth, but he doesn't have the insight of Sieg.

You dared to invite me here? You must have been prepared, right? That's how it's always portrayed in movies.

Kim Rachel sighed helplessly, "Fine, I admit defeat. But I really meant no harm. I just happened to catch this guy and learned from him that you and the Modern Brothers are mining gold! I'd like to cooperate with you guys; after all, we have over thirty strong and hardworking men!"

"If you're so strong, go shovel manure," Zhang Ailun said irritably.

If sheer strength were useful, the Grand Master would have already taken down gangsters like Karami with a single punch and dominated Los Angeles.

He added, "Since you helped me catch the person, I can consider granting your request."

"You just agreed?" Rachel was incredulous, both surprised and delighted.

"As long as you can provide me with intelligence and goods, we are of course happy to cooperate with you," Zhang Ailun replied. "That batch of goods was obtained by Faith Modern. If you are capable, you should also obtain a batch of goods. I would be happy to make money with you."

"Then I might as well do it myself..." Rachel said, somewhat speechless.

"It's good that you understand."

The leader isn't a god of wealth who cares about the life or death of outsiders. I can't just agree to any cooperation that comes to me, can I?

What do you take me for?

Zhang Ailun turned to Sieg and gestured for him to put away the money and the pistol.

Sieg picked up the stacks of banknotes from the ground, checked the numbers, then examined the pistol, questioning his existence, "What kind of junk is this?"

Pull the trigger, and flames erupted.

The others also couldn't hold back for long.

Holy crap? I'm furious.

"What good stuff can you buy outside for $20?" Rachel replied, "I don't want to go inside. I'll just buy a lighter to save face."

"..." You're a real talent.

(End of this chapter)