America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 145 Virtual Currency

Once the three bidders had raised the price to $3800, and seeing that no one else was willing to spend money to bid, the auctioneer began repeating the countdown, "$3800 once, $3800 twice..."

Zhang Ailun then raised his hand, "$3900."

The dark-haired woman glanced at him. "$4000."

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "I can always be a hundred dollars ahead of you, ma'am! 4100."

"4200?"

"4300".

"I won't do anything stupid that won't make a profit." Seeing that Zhang Ailun was going up against her, the black-haired woman suspected that he was a fool and immediately gave up the bidding.

Seeing that everyone else had given up, the administrator immediately began repeating the countdown, "$4300 once, $4300 twice, $4300 three times! Sold!"

"Congratulations, sir, you have successfully acquired ownership of container S-266 in this auction. Please pay the settlement fees first; the sanitation fee can be settled later."

Zhang Ailun readily paid the $4200 fee and immediately opened the green box.

The black-haired woman stood watching, unwilling to give up. When she saw the green box was empty, she immediately cheered, "There's nothing there!"

Zhang Ailun calmly opened another box, inside which was a camouflage uniform and a helmet.

The black-haired woman and a group of people surrounded him and immediately tallied up the prices for him. "World War II military equipment? This collectible is somewhat valuable. A complete set of clothing, including boots, is worth $500 on the market, but here we only have a helmet and camouflage uniform, worth at most $350."

Zhang Ailun didn't care and continued opening the box. The passerby became interested, "How many boxes of 11.43 caliber Thompson submachine gun bullets? They're probably worth around $200."

The people around him had tallied up the prices for him, but no one was willing to spend money to buy them.

"Oh! I knew Thomson would be here!" A cheer erupted from the middle-aged white man in the crowd as Zhang Ailun pulled a Chicago typewriter from a black box.

"Dude, I can buy it for $1300! Including those boxes of bullets." Someone immediately offered a price.

Zhang Ailun agreed after only a brief consideration. The price of a Thompson submachine gun in a reputable gun shop is only around $1,000, with variations depending on the region, but not exceeding $300.

"I'll buy that combat uniform for $350." Another person made an offer, but the actual price was definitely slightly lower than the market price, though the difference was at most twenty or thirty dollars, which was acceptable.

Zhang Ailun agreed and sold the goods on the spot. He then continued opening blind boxes.

As the production rate of various small parts increases, they have also attracted the attention of some buyers.

"The total value is already over $6000. If you pay the sanitation fees, you'll get an extra $800, which is pretty good."

Someone calculated Zhang Ailun's profit and loss, and the black-haired woman was also a little puzzled, "He's really lucky."

However, she only made a profit of $800, and once she missed it, it was gone.

Only Zhang Ailun knew the truth: he hadn't even opened the big box yet. After tidying up the goods in the container, he took out two more rectangular black boxes, which felt quite heavy. He figured these were the two he wanted.

Upon opening the package, everyone erupted in excitement. "An M24 sniper rifle! Several boxes of 7.62 ammunition, and a complete sniper aiming system! Oh shit! This is worth at least $12000!!"

Immediately, someone offered to pay, "I'll offer $12500, sell it to me!"

"This set of luxury equipment is worth $15000 on Opportunity Network! You bought it for $12500? Then you resell it on the platform and make a fortune. You've got a really good plan!"

The person next to him made a sarcastic mockery, yet sincerely offered Zhang Ailun a reasonable price: "$14500, I'll only make a small commission! What do you think?"

"Wait a minute, this gun comes with a postcard?" The dark-haired woman noticed the card on the gun box, which had a string of Russian words on it. The translation was: "Novilovsky to his beloved friend Remington."

A quick search revealed that the donor was a retired Russian general, Remington, who was the superintendent of a prestigious military academy in France. The donation was made in 1992. While it's uncertain whether either of these individuals is still alive, or if the gun is the original, the box and the postcard are at least authentic.

If that's the case, the M24 with its case alone would be worth $4000, and the sniper aiming system could be had for $12000!

He immediately offered, "I'll bid $16000!"

Zhang Ailun was also surprised, "You won't make much money buying these things."

"I'm keeping it as a collectible," the woman explained. "If you take it back and sell it to a pawn shop or on a platform, this is the highest price you'll get."

"OK." Zhang Ailun immediately agreed to the deal, and the two shook hands and made peace.

After selling the firearms and war-related collectibles to those present who wanted to buy them, Zhang Ailun paid a sanitation fee of $900 and made a profit of $16800 after deducting the principal.

"Isn't there something inside that hasn't been opened yet?" As everyone left to shop in other container auction areas, those who stayed behind to observe reminded Zhang Ailun.

Zhang Ailun smiled and lifted the black cloth, revealing a BMW Land Rover motorcycle, which once again drew gasps from the crowd.

A knowledgeable person nearby immediately became interested. "It's a military motorcycle from World War II! Dude, this is worth at least $5000. Do you plan to sell it?"

"Don't listen to him, this car isn't cheap. It's worth at least $7000 or even more!" someone kindly advised. "I suggest you have it appraised at a reputable antique shop before selling it. This thing clearly has some history."

"Thanks, buddy. I wasn't planning on dealing with it here anyway." Zhang Ailun smiled and asked the staff next to him to watch the vehicle for him while he went outside to drive the Wrangler over. With the help of the staff, he then loaded the motorcycle onto the vehicle.

He thanked the other party and then drove his Wrangler away from the Luonan Port area.

During the journey, Zhang Ailun passed by the 24-hour convenience store on Lowell Street mentioned in the intelligence report. While waiting for the traffic light, he also saw a heavily made-up, brown-haired actress carrying a bag on the side of the road.

Well, there's definitely a reason why the price is so low.

"Sir, it's only $150." Noticing that Zhang Ailun was looking at her, the woman walked over and leaned against the window, showing him her hot body.

"Sorry, I'm not really interested." Zhang Ailun politely declined her offer, and once the red light turned green, he stepped on the gas and sped away.

She's incredibly hot, too hot, like a gas canister that's about to ignite.

The leader, who was used to fine food, really couldn't stomach coarse grains.

After wandering around the west coast for a while, we returned to the bridge cave camp, and it was already late at night.

Sieg drove back from the suburbs in his pickup truck and told him about the gold refining process: "They'll work overtime tonight, and they'll have it all done by midnight. I'll drive to the suburbs tomorrow morning to bring the gold back."

"Why don't we just melt all this gold together?" Zhang Ailun said, taking out the gold nuggets from the RV. "I want to see the complete gold ingot by noon tomorrow."

"I promise I'll take care of it for you!"

Sieg confidently gave his guarantee, then noticed the antique motorcycle in the car and asked in surprise, "Where did you get this thing?"

"A container of blind boxes." Zhang Ailun didn't hide it from him. "I spent $4300 to auction a container. I was lucky and got an M24 and a Thompson submachine gun, as well as some military equipment."

The Grand Master's total net worth has reached $70059. Once he sells the gold tomorrow, he can reliably take over Old Karl's junkyard, and he'll also have enough money to take over Sanji's bar.

He just hoped the auction price wouldn't be too outrageous, otherwise he wouldn't be willing to buy an empty shell of a liquor store.

Sig was questioning his sanity. "$4300? To buy a whole container of blind boxes? You're incredibly daring. Didn't you even consider what would happen if you lost money?"

He's unlikely to spend thousands of dollars on blind boxes, nor will he envy those people. You might see some people making money, but in reality, many more people lose money. Using your principal to gamble on the future is inherently unreliable.

Unless he's using cheats.

"Otherwise, why would I be the Boss and you just my assistant?" Zhang Ailun patted his shoulder. "You have to be bold and act when the time is right! Goodnight, I'm going to sleep."

After saying that, he turned around and got into the RV, leaving Sieg deep in thought.

……

The next day.

Zhang Ailun got up very early.

Opening the car curtains, I found the pickup truck was gone. It must have been Sieg who had gotten up and driven to the suburbs to collect the gold.

After getting dressed and washing my face, I took out my phone to check the daily news.

[Daily Intelligence: Under your planning, Officer Miguel, along with officers from the Southern Precinct, launched a surprise raid on the Black gang in District 7 at 4:24 AM. The Black bro guarding the entrance was shot in the head with a sniper rifle by a Special Operations Bureau member. Gang leader Wen Hua attempted to escape the city in a vehicle, but police deployed two Bell 206 police helicopters for air support, along with two Chevrolet Impalas and four Ford Dodges. The three gang leaders were pursued, intercepted, and killed on the Kakin Bridge! All three sustained a total of 236 gunshot wounds and died from their injuries.]

[Details: The operation began at 4:24 AM and ended at 4:55 PM, with no police injuries. The Black officer is under internal investigation for bribery charges. A total of 21 drug dealers were arrested, 3 smuggling trucks were seized, 36 female victims of sex trafficking were identified, and police reported $26 in illicit funds seized, with the actual amount reaching $316 million.]

Good, good, good! It has to be you guys!

A dedicated and conscientious police officer who shoulders the burden for the citizens of Los Angeles!

With you all here, how can America not prosper?

【每日情报：在你的管辖势力地盘上，鹿人社区256号绿色垃圾桶内有蓝色U盘与一枚冷钱包，里面储存着2T的学习资料与0.2枚比特币。详细：冷钱包的解锁破译密码是S51D4y21。私钥和助记词为xxx。】

Zhang Ailun immediately became interested.

I opened the downloaded cryptocurrency trading app and searched for Bitcoin's current value.

At $64859 per coin, a 0.4% increase from yesterday's price, 0.2 Bitcoins are worth approximately $12971.8 per USDT (Tether).

Holy crap! This stuff is incredibly profitable. Who's really involved in cryptocurrency anyway?

So, with prices surging and then plummeting, people are frantically trading and laundering money in the market, right?

[Daily News: The South Los Angeles Police Department and local courthouse intend to sell Sanjis Bar. An online auction will begin at 14:30 PM. Bidders can also participate in the auction in person at the South District Courthouse at 459 Lovina Street. The minimum bid is $500, with no upper limit.]

[Daily News: Carnation Club is recruiting male escorts, with a daily wage of $500. With your qualifications, you are more than qualified for the job.]

No, what do you mean?

Zhang Ailun felt that this intelligence was biased and that it was mocking the Grand Master!

I only did it once, and you've already labeled me with big data?

presumptuous!!

Zhang Ailun felt that this information was too outrageous and should be severely punished!

She woke Jennifer and Dominic up and told them to cook for themselves while she went out for a bit and would be back soon.

After all, he wasn't comfortable with that thing being left in the trash. If it was picked up by one of his own people, that would be fine, but if it was taken by some other black guy, he'd have to reason with them.

Don't touch my Bitcoin!!

Zhang Ailun took the car keys, started the Wrangler, and drove away from the bridge-hole campsite. There weren't many vehicles in the morning, and the journey was smooth. He soon arrived at the Deer Man Community.

Parking on the side of the road, he discovered that the Mexican man with the short-tailed dog had arrived earlier and was already delivering chicken wraps and tacos door-to-door in the community.

Although he didn't really want to interact with them, both sides had agreed beforehand that they would only be selling breakfast on their own turf, so Zhang Ailun gave them a symbolic greeting as he passed by.

Kim Rachel, carrying the box, handed the burrito to the white boy who had ordered, and looked at Zhang Allen with some surprise. "Old Kim... no, Mr. Kim, you didn't come here to supervise our work, did you?"

"Of course not. It's perfectly legal for you to work so hard making cornbread and sell it. I'm not taking any money from you." Zhang Ailun waved his hand and turned to leave.

She'd only gone halfway when she felt something was missing. Turning back, she pointed at his nose and warned, "Look at your ugly face! I'm so much younger than you, and you call me Old Jin?"

"I do look a bit older than I am. But I'm only 32 years old," the short-tailed dog said defiantly.

"I said I'm 18, size 28." Zhang Ailun gave a forced smile: "Do you believe me?"

"You've got it backwards, haven't you?"

"roll!"

"Okay." The short-tailed dog turned around sullenly and continued to deliver the goods.

I walked along the community and found apartment number 256. I rummaged through the trash can next to it and found a USB drive and a cold wallet.

A hot wallet is an encrypted wallet that is always connected to the Internet, while a cold wallet is a decentralized wallet that stores virtual currency independently and is never connected to the Internet. Many people with large sums of money use this type of wallet because it is more secure.

Storing your currency in a platform's hot wallet is risky. If the platform suddenly disappears or locks up your coins, you'll have nowhere to turn for help. A cold wallet, on the other hand, only requires you to remember the key.

Zhang Ailun didn't understand why anyone would choose to throw this thing away. Wasn't there 0.2 bitcoins inside? Was it intentional or accidental? Did they forget their private key and mnemonic phrase?

Back in the car, he connected the USB drive, clicked on the directory, and found that it indeed contained at least 2TB of study materials. Zhang Ailun glanced at it a few times and found it boring.

The leader is a veteran of countless battles, an excellent marksman, and has always enjoyed free combat experience. Perhaps Sieg and Dave need this kind of self-entertainment more.

I took it off the car, intending to donate the USB drive to someone in need later.

Zhang Ailun was driving back to the camp when he received a message from Mary.

Mary: [Location Sharing] The court is auctioning off Sanjiro Bar today! Geese and I have raised $30000 and are ready to bid. Are you ready to put your money in?

Zhang Ailun: The preparations are almost complete. Is this enough [bank balance]?

I've also included a street photo of me waiting at a traffic light, mainly capturing the steering wheel of the Jeep in the shot.

Mary: Good heavens! Where did you get so much money?! Driving a Jeep?! Hamburger! You're really that rich? You've been pretending to be poor all along!

(End of this chapter)