America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 143 Dragon Slayer Saber

On the drive back to the suburbs, Zhang Ailun rested and then took out a USB drive and connected it to the car's central control screen to view the table of contents. He was quickly drawn to the words in the notes.

When I clicked on it, I was instantly shocked.

"WTF! What is this thing!?"

While driving attentively, Sieg glanced at the center console screen and was completely stunned.

"This is evidence of a crime!!" Zhang Ailun reviewed the sex trafficking videos and quickly discovered that the female protagonists were in abnormal mental states, probably under the influence of drugs or aphrodisiacs.

The male protagonists aren't all Black; there are quite a few elderly white men as well.

"The technique is a bit rough, so-so. Besides coercing and enticing the victims, they probably also want to make pirated DVDs and sell them."

First-person perspective videos of this caliber are not eligible for paid channels. They are not suitable for public release even on YouTube or Pornhub. They can only be burned onto CDs and sold on the street through underground channels, or compressed into archives and sold on the dark web.

"These guys are really awful." Sig just found it boring, but he was used to it; there was nothing new under the sun.

Zhang Ailun unplugged the USB drive and handed it, along with the notebook containing the drug deal details, to Sieg. He solemnly said, "Keeping this stuff is useless. Maybe one day those gangs will send people to search for evidence. Let's just give all this to Officer Miguel and let more professional people handle it. I think he'll know what to do."

Let MiG handle the black guy; it's a perfect fit for his expertise.

Sieg agreed with his idea, "I'll give these things to Officer Miguel, and then there will definitely be one less black gang on the streets."

Incidentally, it can also save wayward girls. But some of them have gotten used to being around the black man, become addicted to drugs, and are whipped several times a day. They may not really want to leave the black man, so coercive measures still have to be taken.

They'll send them in to treat their drug addiction first, then their prostitution addiction.

They quickly returned to the city, and Zhang Ailun simply had Sieg drive the car to George's Pawnshop to unload three old motorcycles from the vehicle.

The commotion outside also caught old George's attention, and he quickly came out of the store.

"Hey! What's going on here? You better not park this pile of junk in front of my door, it's getting in the way of my business!"

Old George looked at the motorcycles with some displeasure. "What are you trying to prove by driving a Jeep? Are you trying to get a free ride by blocking my gate?"

"What did you say? Old George?" Zhang Ailun asked, slightly surprised.

Old George quickly noticed that the car owner was a regular customer, and his expression changed instantly.

He chuckled and said, "Oh, it's you, my guest. Is this your car? Look! It's a really cool SUV! I didn't recognize you at all. What good stuff do you have to sell me today?"

"These motorcycles are ones we found in the suburbs. Give us an estimate, and we'll sell them to you cheaply," Zhang Ailun said, pointing to the three motorcycles.

"I don't accept just anything here, this isn't some brand-name motorcycle."

Old George glanced at it, examined it, and found that it was neither an antique nor a brand-name motorcycle, so it had almost no profit or value.

"If I were you, I would take them to the recycling center next door; maybe they'll give you a satisfactory price!"

Old George tactfully explained that his pawnshop was different from a junkyard; if he accepted everything, wouldn't that lower his standards and prestige?

"Don't say that. I'll definitely bring you something even better later, by tomorrow at the latest." Seeing that he was reluctant to accept the motorcycle, Zhang Ailun pulled him aside and secretly revealed the secret.

"What good stuff?" Old George asked, puzzled.

"Are you interested in at least 700 grams of gold, and a Soviet-made American-standard BMW three-wheeled battlefield motorcycle?" Zhang Ailun whispered.

"Gold? Battle motorcycles? I'm interested," old George perked up. "Are you sure you want to sell them to me? Do you have any photos?"

"Not yet, but we're on our way to getting the goods," Zhang Ailun replied.

"..."

Old George understood instantly.

You little brat.

You'd better really get your hands on the car and the gold!

Little did he know that the leader was referring to bidding on shipping containers and refining gold; he thought it was some kind of limited-time event where you could snag a gold shop for free.

After their secretive conversation, the two returned to continue discussing the sale of the three motorcycles.

"This motorcycle must be worth at least four hundred dollars, right?" Sig asked suspiciously.

"Three cars, $400." Old George habitually brandished his dragon-slaying sword.

"What!? You might as well just rob someone!" Sig was stunned after hearing this, and instantly became annoyed.

"Isn't this what you stole from the suburbs? How could something you picked up be in such good condition?"

Old George has a sharp eye and deep experience; he left Sieg dumbfounded with just one sentence.

Old George gave this newbie in the collectibles industry a good lesson: "The carburetor, ignition switch, rims, and plastic mudguards are all cheaply made and of questionable quality. They're basically all parts you found at secondhand modification shops and assembled privately. The tires are worn down like that, so you must drive on highways and mountains a lot. You probably got these from some gas vendor in a small town or from one of those motorcycle gangs on the highway, right?"

Old George talked on and on, "The kids in the countryside can't afford decent pickup trucks or cars, so they can only buy a few motorcycles to play with. These motorcycles aren't worth much; they're all sissy bikes, nowhere near as good as Harleys or Hondas. Aside from dismantling them and selling the parts, nobody in the city wants them. They're hard to sell. I'd offer a maximum of $200 a bike."

Sig was completely fooled and began to question his existence, thinking, "Is nobody really going to want this thing?"

Old George smiled slightly: "It has some value, but not much. It's slightly better than the junk on the street."

Sig was hacked to pieces by the Dragon Slayer Sword and suffered a crushing defeat.

But Zhang Ailun wasn't as clueless as him. "Don't listen to his nonsense. Even the parts are valuable. Do you really think motorcycle engines are cheap knock-offs? You can easily sell them for $150 on the secondhand market."

He patted a slightly better-looking motorcycle, exclaiming, "This is a BMW!"

"This is a BMW, don't try to fool me." Old George thought he had misjudged it, so he went over to take a closer look and found that he had put the words on the car logo himself, changed the decals himself, and the blue sky and white clouds were completely upside down.

"If I didn't actually own a BMW, you would have really fooled me."

Old George was speechless. Just because you put a shell on it doesn't mean you really think you're an S1200R. No matter how much you modify the appearance, if the engine and core configuration can't keep up, you won't have that presence and you won't be able to run it properly.

BMW? I think you're a stubborn mule.

"Then you name a price, but it's best not to be too outrageous." Old George knew that the chief was a formidable old rival who was not easily fooled. In addition, his old customer had made him a lot of money and had even promised to sell him a Soviet-made battlefield motorcycle. He was so eager to get his hands on the product that he made appropriate concessions.

"These three motorcycles are $600 each," Zhang Ailun said after thinking for a moment.

"No way! I can't make any money at this price." Old George refused on the spot. "I can only offer $400 at most. These three cars are really hard to sell."

He would never have accepted these three pieces of junk if it weren't for the battlefield motorcycle and the gold.

Great, the estimated price has been achieved.

But Zhang Ailun wasn't satisfied. He said, "I'll take a small loss at $500 per unit. Don't complain about how hard it is to sell. Just drive it to a slum at night, park it for a few minutes, buy a bottle of water at the supermarket, and if you still see it when you come out, then Sieg is your son! Then you'll know how sought-after this thing is outside."

Sig: ?

Old George fell into deep thought, realizing that Zhang Ailun's words made sense.

Anyway, he's never been poor. His clientele has always been high-end customers and gamblers. He collects antiques and collectibles. He doesn't care about the poor on the streets and doesn't understand their survival rules. At most, he might take a shot at someone who's buying for free.

"Wait a minute!" Old George was half-believing, half-doubting. He took out his phone, took a few photos, contacted someone in his contacts, and asked them for advice.

After a moment, old George nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, three beat-up old motorcycles, $500 each! I'll take them! $1500 in total."

"make a deal."

Zhang Ailun shook hands with him and then took out the collectible savings card. "Give me a receipt and transfer the money directly to this bank card via online banking."

Old George beamed when he saw the showerhead bank savings card. "Looks like you did as I said. This card is absolutely useful, because I and my friends all use it!"

"In business, I might tell a few small lies to customers to make money, but I would never cheat them too much! After all, it's a legal transaction, and we can still be friends afterwards. And as a friend, my advice is always spot on!"

After all, he was able to build such a large fortune entirely through the Eight Characters of Destiny, legally avoiding taxes, and taking advantage of others' misfortunes.

There's no such thing as fraud in the antique business.

Learning from mistakes is called wisdom!

"I only introduced you to that bank because of our long-term cooperation. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother to leak any information to anyone else," Old George said, trying to take credit.

Zhang Ailun felt the old man was stimulating him, so he smiled and said, "Then I really thank you. This has been very helpful to me. How have things been going with your girlfriend lately?"

Old George looked quite energetic, except for his pale complexion; perhaps it was just a final burst of energy before death.

"Of course, after all, she helped me regain the confidence I had when I was young, and we enjoyed a wonderful night."

Old George beamed and added, "If you receive a text message notification from the bank another day, you can use this card to attend some charity auctions. The tickets are free, you get to eat and drink for free, and you can meet more people. If you buy anything, they'll give you a tax deduction invoice, along with other special benefits."

"Okay." Zhang Ailun wasn't interested in the charity auction. He had just finished eating and didn't have that much money to donate to others.

If there are other benefits, such as tax exemption, whitewashing economics, or profitable job opportunities or missions, he might consider making a trip.

Let's see how many special perks are available.

Old George added, "If you have enough savings and have taken advantage of the bank's internal appreciation service, you're also fully qualified to be invited to some private parties hosted by the bank. Those parties are for collectors and tycoons in the industry, with a net worth of at least tens of millions, and there are exciting programs."

Zhang Ailun looked at him suspiciously. "You participated?"

"It's a secret." Old George smiled mysteriously. "I can only tell you that it's practically paradise there. There will be many people you can see on the big screen but can't touch, who will willingly date you, after all, they're resources and connections."

"..."

I knew something was fishy going on.

After saying that, old George turned around and went inside to write him a receipt.

Sig watched the two engage in a battle of wits, feeling utterly bewildered. "That's it? This old man is so unreliable! He haggled so fiercely!"

"If pawn shop owners are trustworthy, then pigs on the West Coast could fly."

Zhang Ailun said irritably, "You should really learn from Dominic. It won't hurt to do some research online. Don't always stare at female anchors' butts, or you'll get sold out one day and still have to help them count the money."

"That's slander! When did I peek at the female anchor!" Sieg immediately denied it. He was clearly watching openly, and he even tipped her $2.

He then complained, "Of course you're just talking without understanding the situation. There are so many beautiful women waiting to date you, but I can't get a single one. Some are dying of thirst while others are drowning in abundance."

If he were even a tenth as popular as the Grand Master and Dominic, he wouldn't be single.

"You'll have your chance. Practice more!"

Zhang Ailun patted Sieg's body; he was much stronger than before, at least he wouldn't be knocked down by a bottle again.

Two.

Soon, old George came out with the prepared receipt and bank card. "I've already transferred the money to you."

Zhang Ailun took the receipt and bank card, glanced at the balance displayed in the text message on his phone, and nodded in satisfaction, "Received!"

After saying goodbye to old George, the two got into the car and left.

Passing through a traffic light intersection, Zhang Ailun withdrew his profit of $6500 for the day and gave Sieg a $1500 bonus.

He then gave him another $2000 to visit Officer Miguel and, incidentally, to hand over the stolen goods, including the drug trafficking bills and sex tapes on a USB drive.

After all, we agreed last time that I would send Miguel some cookies, and you have to give someone a good reward when you ask them to do something.

Although Miguel is currently only a senior police officer with limited influence, if this relationship can be maintained, and he is promoted to district sheriff, sheriff, inspector, deputy chief, and chief, this would not only eliminate unfavorable factors but also protect the Beggars' Gang, allowing them to expand and achieve a win-win situation. The benefits would be numerous.

How to build a good relationship with the Los Angeles Police Chief? Answer: Invest in him while he's still a police officer.

Sig chose to get off at the next intersection and headed to the block where Mig was patrolling. The two agreed to meet at the bubble tea shop. Zhang Ailun also changed seats and counted his savings: $53259.

He drove back to his own territory and began patrolling, showing his face to the newly joined Beggars' Sect disciples.

Soon it was evening.

Sieg sent Zhang Ailun a message, reporting the latest progress.

(End of this chapter)