America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 148 You Have Already Decided to Die

"Can't."

Zhang Ailun rejected him outright.

When he's short of money, the Grand Master will most likely continue to cooperate with others to save a few thousand dollars, but this will only cause greater losses and troubles in the future, and he doesn't want to lose more than he gains.

Even if you're willing, do you think the other drug addicts would be? All they care about is that money.

You think you're so smart, but you really don't understand what your subordinates want!

"I provided you with that intelligence, so you should at least give us 20% of the profits, right?" Faith Modern hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively.

"I suggest you reorganize your language."

Zhang Ailun reached into his tactical chest bag with a forced smile.

Upon seeing this, Faithmore immediately became obedient.

"10%! Give me 10%! We'll leave right away! After all, we did the work. Your people didn't even lift a finger to do the dirty and tiring work of refining gold. If it's less than that, who will dare to talk to you about cooperation in the future?" Fiss was getting anxious.

"Very good. Sieg, give him $5200."

Zhang Ailun thought for a moment and felt that the price was reasonable. He waved to Sig, who was next to him, to count out the money and give it to the other party.

Sieg counted the dollars in his pocket and handed them to Faithmore.

"Now we're even. Take your men and leave. Remember, the cabin in the suburbs is ours too," Zhang Ailun warned.

"Okay." Faith Modern had some backbone; he took the money and left without hesitation.

Although he had a limp, he still stood up straight.

Watching them leave, Zhang Ailun looked at the remaining people, glanced at the remaining money, which was about four or five thousand US dollars, and simply waved his hand, telling them to split it equally among themselves.

"You can handle it yourselves."

"Thank you, Boss!"

Everyone beamed with joy and immediately grabbed the money and ran to the side to divide it equally. Although the amount of money wasn't much, they hadn't done much work; at most, they'd just stayed up late. This was much faster money than collecting cans.

Most people aren't even qualified to earn this kind of money!

Only by following the leader can one continuously make big money.

Of the $52000 worth of gold, Zhang Ailun took the lion's share, making a profit of $40,000, which is quite good.

They are not worried about scarcity, but about inequality. However, if this person were the leader of the sect, they could accept it.

After settling the issue of gold dividends, Zhang Ailun considered signing the transfer contract with Old Karl, letting Sieg and the others do their jobs, and drove himself to Aitou Street.

He casually sent a message to Dominic and Dave, telling them to gather at Old Carl's recycle bin.

Arriving at the scrap metal recycling station on Aitou Street, Zhang Ailun discovered that Old Carl was completely closed for business; the doors weren't even open. He parked his Wrangler on the side of the road and made a phone call.

Old Carl arrived as quickly as possible after receiving the news. Looking at Zhang Ailun waiting by the roadside, he was a little bewildered, "You raised the money so quickly?"

"I already had enough money to buy your recycling station, but I didn't have much money left after that. Today, I just happened to receive another sum of money, so I thought I'd get it done as soon as possible."

Judging from his appearance, Zhang Ailun knew he had been drinking. There were still lipstick marks on his neck that he hadn't wiped off.

That old guy has gone off to play again.

I don't know what the standard is, or which bar on the street it's in.

The two parties had already agreed on the price; all that was needed was to sign the contract and make the payment. Old Karl took out his key, opened the door to the scrap metal recycling station, went inside, and took out two printed copies of the contract. "Take a look."

"I don't know much about this, I'll have to wait for my professional lawyer to come and give me some advice."

Zhang Ailun glanced at the list of parties involved, and it all gave him a headache. He decided to just ask Dave to come and help them finalize the transfer agreement.

"You even hired a lawyer?" Old Karl was a little speechless.

"It's not that I don't trust you. But this is a transaction involving tens of thousands of dollars. Friendship is friendship, and a transaction is a transaction," Zhang Ailun said.

"Okay. Go ahead and send your people over. I guarantee I haven't tampered with the contract." Old Karl, being upright and fearless, took out his aluminum flask and took a couple of sips.

Dominic and Dave arrived shortly afterward.

The former rode the leader's bicycle, while the latter hitched a ride with the court.

Zhang Ailun greeted Dave and asked, "The court shouldn't be too busy today, right?"

"It's not too busy. There are only one or two civil cases this afternoon. I'm mainly just accompanying them through the motions. Although there was a large-scale shooting incident yesterday, there's no need to hear it at all, because the main perpetrators have basically been killed, and the remaining criminals have confessed to the crime. Some of their family members who wanted to cause trouble have also been detained."

Dave is happy to have some peace and quiet. Evil will eventually be defeated by justice, and bad guys will be brought to justice.

Zhang Ailun said meaningfully, "Look at how much the Grand Master has contributed to the stability and peace of Los Angeles! Without me, these streets would be in chaos sooner or later."

Now, even black people on the streets have to be careful when dealing drugs or shooting guns.

Dave showed the contract to the other party, and after checking it, he found that there were basically no problems. The recycling station had all the necessary qualifications, but he had some objections to the person in charge listed at the end.

He asked doubtfully, "Is Dominic the person in charge of this recycling station? Didn't you pay for it?"

"I just don't want too much trouble. Even if I have an American passport, I'm not an American, much less a Wall Street elite." Zhang Ailun has a clear understanding of his identity.

Small-scale operations may not be a big deal, but if you expand too much, you'll be getting fleeced.

"I think we can implement a shareholding system, where we can own the recycling center as partners. Dominic would be the official manager and owner, but the actual largest share of the profits would go to the behind-the-scenes shareholders," Dave said.

"Our business is just starting out. How much profit can a single recycling station generate? It's mostly still operating on the streets," Zhang Ailun said. "But your suggestion does make a lot of sense."

Their Beggars' Gang team collected cans to earn a share of the profits. There were no contracts between them; everything was based on verbal agreements, and whoever had the bigger fist got to do what they said.

However, if it really grows big and becomes more formalized, it will indeed need a shareholding system on the surface.

Dominic signed the transfer agreement, acquiring de facto ownership of the scrap metal recycling station, and Zhang Ailun transferred $45000 to Old Carl.

Upon receiving the payment notification, Old Karl was overjoyed. "Alright, kids, we've settled things. It was a pleasant cooperation! Now I'm going to continue enjoying myself. You can handle the rest yourselves."

Before leaving, he reminded them, "There's a shotgun and two boxes of shotgun shells in the safe inside the house. I'll give them to you too. The combination is 667964."

After saying that, he patted his butt and left.

"I wish I could be as carefree as him," Dave sighed.

"Then work hard. Once you've saved enough money, start your own law firm and have others work for you. You can make money just by sitting down," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

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45000.

Remaining deposits: 89859.

They really spend money like water.

Dave then took out a new contract from his briefcase and had Zhang Ailun and Dominic sign it.

Dominic became a minority shareholder and nominal manager of Alfred's recycling center for $1, holding 1% of the shares, but receiving 0-1% of the actual profits from the cans.

Zhang Ailun became the largest shareholder and behind-the-scenes decision-maker with a 99% stake at a price of $49999, and effectively received 99% of the profits from the project.

Anyway, the scrap metal recycling station isn't publicly listed. There won't be any other shareholders in the near future, so this legally binding shareholding agreement is just an internal regulation, and given their relationship, it's basically useless to them.

Although the contract states that the Grand Master can keep all the profits for himself, as long as he makes money, he will still reward you with a share of the profits.

When have we ever shortchanged you on profit sharing while following the leader?

Zhang Ailun is in charge of decision-making, and Dominic is in charge of execution. Those who are capable will be given more work, and they will definitely get a raise.

Having resolved the contract issue, Dominic began to familiarize himself with the business model. He took out his phone book and contacted Parker Recycling Company to inform them that the Alfred Recycling Station on Eyre Street had been transferred.

After learning the news, Parker Resources quickly updated the information, but the basic contract terms remained unchanged. As long as the recycling center was still open and they were willing to continue fulfilling the original contract, it didn't matter who the owner was.

The resource company simply told Dominic to stockpile enough cans, then they would call the transportation workers who would be responsible for recycling them and would offer 6-8 cents per can.

Keep in mind that automatic can recycling machines on the street only give a maximum of 6 cents per can.

There's definitely a profit to be made here! Otherwise, the government wouldn't have just left the machines there for free.

However, the other recycling stations felt the pressure increase after hearing the news.

Zhang Ailun knew a bit about Mike's Recycling Station. He got his RV from a car dealership in the suburbs. The owner of the steam recycling station was named Manic. He was the one who started the trouble, hiring a short-tailed dog, an Irishman, and the Modern Brothers to stir things up.

But as everyone knows, something happened later: a little yellow duck named Lori Louis XIX suddenly appeared and swept up all the cat and dog areas in District 19.

The profits from the cans collected on the street were basically all concentrated in the hands of the Beggars' Gang. Most of them were sold to the recycling machines, and the surplus cans were given to Old Karl at a low price. The two recycling stations, while not exactly losing out, certainly saw a decrease in their profits.

However, the other party runs a recycling station, connects with resources in the community and wealthy areas, and also operates other side businesses. The profits from the street are not the largest, and even the recycling station is a side business.

However, as long as the leader takes over Sanji Bar, it can be considered a new stronghold and side business.

Why isn't it considered extra income when Beggar Clan disciples support their leader's business by patronizing the shop? Can't we even give you a discount on drinks?

Even after midnight, there are still exciting programs to watch.

"The tenant farmers who used to work for others have finally turned the tables and become landlords themselves," Zhang Ailun exclaimed.

Regardless of how others fared, with the recycling center now in place, the beggars' gang could finally stand up again. The only problem was that they lacked resources and community connections, and hadn't yet connected with the wealthy areas.

Compared to Mike's Recycling, which has a used car business as its core, and Steam Recycling, which mainly operates in communities and affluent areas, as well as several other recycling stations, Alfred Recycling's foundation is indeed too weak.

Fortunately, they now own most of the street space in District 5, and with a steady stream of revenue from the cans, their profits from recycling work won't be too much less.

If the other recycling stations are sensible, they should give up making money from street cans in District 5 and focus on community and other side businesses.

Zhang Ailun currently only wants to proceed steadily, developing slowly in his base area. Once he has enough funds, he can expand to other districts, open more recycling stations, and use them as a center to radiate outwards, recruiting more people.

Zhang Ailun also instructed Dominic to inform the Beggars' Sect disciples that they could put any stockpiled jars directly into the recycling station, but the price would not be too high, otherwise the sect leader would really not make any money.

Previously, the price Old Carl offered was based on daily market fluctuations, meaning he would pay 0.2-0.3 cents more than what other recycling stations paid.

Even if he earns 0.x cents less, it will attract more people to sell jars to him.

A can sells for 5 cents, which is the price someone sells it to a recycling center. The recycling center sells it to Parker Resources for 6-8 cents a can. Old Carl buys the cans for 5 cents and can make a steady profit of 2-3 cents by selling them.

However, according to what Carl mentioned, they would also need to pay Parker Recycling's outsourced drivers 0.5-1 cent per can, plus daily surcharges, meaning the actual profit would be around $140 for 2000 cans.

In the past, members of the Beggars' Sect sold jars, and it would take two thousand jars to earn $100, with the sect leader taking $20.

Starting today, for every 2000 more jars a Beggars' Sect disciple collects, the sect leader will receive a $20 bonus from them, plus an additional $40.

Considering Dominic's heavy workload, Zhang Ailun decided to give him $5, keeping his own profit at $20 + $35.

That's why I say being a boss is good.

As long as the Beggars' Sect disciples work hard, the leader's life will become sweeter and sweeter!

The best is yet to come.

Time quickly passed and it was afternoon.

Zhang Ailun received a notification from Mary that she was handing over the entire operation of the recycling center to Dominic, and drove to the South District Court at 459 Lovina Street.

Upon arriving, they found Mary and her colleague Giss already waiting for them, and they waved and greeted the Wrangler warmly.

Wearing sunglasses, Zhang Ailun got out of the car and went over to hug Mary and Geese one by one. "Isn't the auction supposed to start in about ten minutes? You've been waiting here all this time?"

"We didn't wait long. Anyway, we didn't go to work these past few days. Besides eating, drinking, and having fun, we were trying to raise funds for the auction."

Mary laughed and said, "There's good news: there aren't as many people bidding as we expected, which means we have a high chance of buying the bar at a lower price! Provided no one goes crazy and raises the bid halfway through."

"That's definitely good news." Zhang Ailun nodded. Who would be willing to spend fifty or sixty thousand dollars or even more to buy the bar if they could buy it for less money?

Besides, that bar has a truly frightening history; its staff have died several times, each time resulting in fatalities. Who would dare to buy from it?

Those with money don't like it, and those without money can't afford it.

Gis looked at the Jeep with envy and said regretfully, "If only I had pushed Mary aside and gotten in myself."

If Mary hadn't been there, she would have practically clung to Zhang Ailun and made it clear that she wanted to be with him.

What can a leader with a clean reputation say?

After chatting for a few more minutes, as they were about to go inside and find their seats, Zhang Ailun suddenly noticed a tall, thin white young man next to him with stubble and acne, engrossed in playing a game on his phone.

Zhang Ailun glanced at it and exclaimed, "Holy crap, Genshin Impact!"

"This is?"

"My boyfriend, he's not working today, he came with us." Mary shrugged helplessly, then grabbed the other person's ear. "Can you please stop playing games? Have some sense of occasion, okay?"

"Okay." The man reluctantly put away his phone, stood up, and glanced at Zhang Ailun.

I think that besides being a bit handsome, manly, and rich, he's nothing special.

With mixed feelings, he withdrew his gaze from the Wrangler, extended his hand, and said, "Hello, my name is Hope, and I'm Mary's boyfriend."

"Hamburg Juan King".

Zhang Ailun shook hands with him.

"Hamburger? Hahaha, what a great name." Hope laughed.

You little brat.

There is already a way to die!

Zhang Ailun's lips twitched.

The guy who made fun of my name has already broken up with his girlfriend. You better watch out!

Don't blame me for not warning you, the Grand Master's skill in digging up the foundation of a wall is no joke.

(End of this chapter)