America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 153 Contracting the Rich Area

Zhang Ailun took Blitz out the door, drove the Wrangler to the agreed location, turned off the engine, parked the car, and waited for a while.

Soon, the sound of brakes came from outside.

Zhang Ailun and Blitz went out to greet them. A few young white men got out of the car in a light blue Chevrolet. Without much talk, they handed over the oil paper bag.

"Let's take inventory."

Zhang Ailun took the oil paper bag, counted the US dollars inside, which amounted to exactly $19000, and handed over the USB drive and key to the other party.

The young white man logged in and checked the information on his laptop, then smiled and said, "Dude, I like people who get things done efficiently. Let's work together again sometime."

After exchanging greetings, the group got into the car and drove off in a hurry.

The entire transaction took less than a minute, with not a single wasted word, which felt rather strange.

"These people are professionals, aren't they?" Zhang Ailun took out an oil paper bag, counted out another two thousand dollars, and handed it to Blitz, netting a profit of $17000. Balance: $67809.

Blitz then explained their work: "These people are professional cryptocurrency dealers, members of an underground organization club in the Los Angeles cryptocurrency circle. It's very difficult for ordinary people to find them without their contact information or an introduction. The cryptocurrency dealers you can find on the market are either not very clean people or individual investors. The people I found through internal channels are all very reliable."

"You mean Jennifer isn't very reliable?" Zhang Ailun joked.

"I never said that!" Blitz shrugged.

"Anyway, you've done me a huge favor this time, saving me a lot of trouble," Zhang Ailun said.

"I took your money too," Blitz chuckled. "I still have to work on the program, so just take me to the community center."

"Okay," Zhang Ailun readily agreed.

He drove Blitz back to the Fifth District neighborhood, got out of the car, and waved goodbye.

As they passed a traffic light intersection, Zhang Ailun took out his phone to ask Simone how her work was going.

Simone: I was just about to tell you about this. Your people are doing a great job, very diligently. All 500 discount coupons have been redeemed at the supermarket! Now all I need to do is deliver the goods in bulk, mail them to the designated locations, and the recipients will receive a commission once they receive the goods.

Zhang Ailun: Approximately how much money can you earn?

Simone: It's not much. The rebate I get from delivering a batch of goods is only about two or three thousand dollars. I also have to share the profits with Lori and Dave, but it's still much better than when I was working at a convenience store.

Zhang Ailun: Two or three thousand US dollars, that's not much!

Simone: I definitely don't earn as much as you.

Zhang Ailun: Of course! After all, I'm the king of the homeless now.

Simone: The King? What's that?

Zhang Ailun: Still a homeless man.

The black girl was speechless. "You're getting all worked up over me just because I said you're fat."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Zhang Ailun put away his phone and drove to Sanji Bar, where he handed the contract to Mary and Geese.

The interior renovation has officially begun, many of the facilities have been brought back, and drinks have been put out.

Zhang Ailun sat in the bar for a while, helping Mary and Geese organize some items. Seeing that he couldn't be of much help, and in order not to affect the progress of the project, he simply left and drove around his own territory.

I also took the time to ask Olivia about the business in the wealthy neighborhood.

Olivia: You have a recycling station so soon? Is it because I introduced you to that job?

Zhang Ailun: I earned this wealth through my own hard work!

Olivia: I understand. I'll bring this up with your supervisor. Does your recycling center have the necessary qualifications to work with Parker Resources?

Zhang Ailun: Yes, I bought the recycling station directly from my friend.

Olivia: Then there's no problem. How about coming over for a drink tonight? I work during the day and rest at night.

Zhang Ailun: Let's do it another day. My career has just gotten on track, and I still need to work hard!

Olivia: Okay.

A few minutes later, she showed Zhang Ailun another photo.

Wow, this is a bonus picture!

Zhang Ailun decisively saved the photos in an encrypted album and then drove back to the bridge cave camp.

Soon it was evening.

Zhang Ailun told Dominic to bring some food when he returned, and he personally cooked a sumptuous dinner for them.

After dinner, the friends sat together chatting and playing cards for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, they went to bed.

After Zhang Ailun finished washing up, he lay in bed and scrolled through short videos for a while, liking the music video posted by Sandy. He was about to go to sleep when Jennifer took the opportunity to sneak into the Grandmaster's bed.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Ailun became alert, feeling the other person's hands starting to wander.

"It's nothing, darling, I just miss you so much." Jennifer looked at him with a pitiful expression.

Zhang Ailun: ...

The leader is always too soft-hearted.

The next day.

Zhang Ailun woke up from his sleep, stretched, and turned his head to find that Jennifer had already gone to bed.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, finding a message from Olivia.

Olivia: Good news, the property manager has agreed to let your people come and make contact.

Zhang Ailun: So easy? Aren't the business vetting standards in wealthy areas supposed to be very strict?

Olivia: Of course, it's because of the landlord's guarantee. I mentioned to my boss that you needed this job, and she contacted the supervisor and replaced a group of people.

Zhang Ailun: Thank you so much!

Olivia: Darling, gratitude shouldn't just be expressed with words; you need to show it with actions! Remember to come to the wealthy area to discuss business.

Zhang Ailun: OK.

Zhang Ailun felt he would have to lose 10 billion yuan on Olivia to repay this favor.

I opened the app and glanced at today's daily news.

[Daily News: Alfred's Scrap Yard has received a recycling job mission located in the basement warehouse of Apartment 566, Mount St. Community, District 5. Inside a tattered cardboard box is a 1:1 scale replica of a 1960 Christmas special edition bazooka rocket launcher and an 1805 American ship's license document.]

[Daily News: Your friendly neighbor Jesse will be meeting his online friend, a rock music enthusiast from Florida, at the restaurant at 2:26 PM. This friend is a serial online scammer.]

[Daily Intelligence: The person in charge of the scrap metal recycling station in the Crown District heard about your desire to compete with them, got fired, and decided to ambush you after you finish negotiating the deal, challenging you to a street fight.]

Zhang Ailun: ?

Do you think you're Batman? Asking to fight.

What little Karami? The Grand Master really doesn't take them seriously, does he? Come and try if you dare!

If someone is truly capable, how could they be fired so easily with just a few words?

[Daily Intelligence: A small black gang has set their sights on your Sanji Bar. They want to pay $15000 plus 20% of the profits to take over the remainder of the business and are preparing to meet with you to discuss the details.]

Wow, all the good things really happen on the same day.

However, he had no intention of engaging in drug trafficking with these black men; he would rather earn less than spend his life in jail.

Zhang Ailun immediately got up, washed up, woke up Dominic, and instructed him on today's work arrangements.

If you come across a door-to-door recycling service and find valuable items but are unsure what to do with them, you can keep them and sell them at a pawn shop when you have time.

Dominic readily agreed, since he wasn't as experienced as the leader in the recycling business, except for collecting cans, and the Apple computer he collected yesterday still hadn't been sold.

After Jennifer got up and washed, she offered to cook, and Zhang Ailun agreed after considering it.

Fortunately, although the breakfast the other party made wasn't very tasty, it wasn't too hard to swallow either. After all, Western food like sandwiches and fried eggs is something anyone can make.

Dominic then invited Jesse to join them for dinner.

Zhang Ailun, recalling the information mentioned in the intelligence report, asked them at the dinner table, "What are your work plans for today?"

Dominic replied, "Of course, I'll go into business at the recycling center."

"Keep fishing online. That guy who traded Bitcoin with us the day before yesterday still hasn't paid me a single cent. Looks like it's hopeless."

Jennifer was a little discouraged. She took a big bite of her sandwich. "I curse it to lose everything in Las Vegas and end up sleeping on the streets."

"That's not a curse, it's a blessing!" Jesse said seriously. "The real curse would be that he'd be drowning in gambling debts, and his creditors would find him, chop off his hands and feet, rip out his heart and lungs, fill him with cement, and throw him into the ocean."

"..." The three people present were stunned by her words.

Zhang Ailun then asked her, "So what are your plans for today? How's the can recycling work going these past few days?"

"Just getting by, anyway. I don't expect to make much money, and I'm not going to find gold or diamonds," Jesse said happily. "This afternoon I'm going to meet someone I met online. He also loves music, we have common interests and get along quite well."

"Then you'd better be careful, there have been a lot of scammers lately," Zhang Ailun warned.

"You mean someone like Jennifer?" Jesse pointed at the West Coast Rose next to him.

"Hey! What do you mean by that!" Jennifer was a little annoyed. "Now you can criticize me? I even made your breakfast!"

"I've already finished eating. You invited me here for a meal, do you expect me to spit it out mouth-to-mouth?" Jesse chuckled. "Don't be like that, I'm just telling the truth. Now that you have Sugar Daddy, of course you don't want others to talk about you anymore."

"Who's my sugar daddy? Alan? He's just my friend," Jennifer said irritably. "We have a mutual appreciation relationship, it's a supply and demand dynamic, I haven't asked him for any money!"

Zhang Ailun nodded in agreement. Jennifer hadn't asked him for any money; on the contrary, she had proactively bought him supplements and new sunglasses. However, he had also invested a considerable amount in Jennifer, at least tens of billions!

The two, one big and one small, started arguing incessantly.

Zhang Ailun then looked at Dominic, "Don't you and Jesse have a good relationship? Aren't you worried she might be deceived?"

Dominic paused for a few seconds. "I feel I should be more worried about that conman's life. Because the last guy who tried to cheat Jesse and take advantage of her had his lower body disabled."

"Okay." Zhang Ailun hadn't expected Jesse to be so fierce; she must be mentally ill.

Hearing Dominic's explanation, he wasn't too worried. At worst, he could have Sieg send two Beggars' Sect disciples to keep watch. On their territory, everyone was one of their own; why would they let outsiders bully them?

After finishing breakfast and washing the dishes, Zhang Ailun took Dominic out.

After driving the person to the recycling station, obtaining the necessary credentials, and contacting Olivia again, I drove to the community where she lived.

After waiting by the roadside for a while, Zhang Ailun saw the other person carrying a bag and leaving the house. He honked his horn to remind the other person.

Olivia noticed the Wrangler, got in with a hint of suspicion, and sat in the passenger seat, somewhat surprised. "You bought this car? When did you buy it?"

"Just two days before you introduced me to that job?" Zhang Ailun recalled.

"Looks like you're still a little hung up on that job?" Olivia said meaningfully.

"That's not true. Where did you get that idea?" Zhang Ailun said speechlessly, "If this happened a few more times, I'd definitely be dead!"

"But you got the pay you deserved, didn't you? Take it easy! These days, if you want to make big money, the only options are to take shortcuts and break the law."

Olivia comforted him. "It's precisely because she's worried about Zhang Ailun's health that she hasn't contacted you or asked you out these past few days, has she?"

After the other person fastened their seatbelt, Zhang Ailun started the vehicle and headed towards the Crown area.

The two chatted as they drove, and soon arrived at the Crown District. Olivia swiped her card to open the gate and pass through.

The police officer in charge of security glanced at him and suddenly noticed an alarm on the infrared monitor. There appeared to be signs of firearms and ammunition on Zhang Ailun's body. He immediately raised his hand to signal him to stop the car.

Zhang Ailun stopped the car, rolled down the window, and calmly took out his CCW ID, saying to the officer, "Relax, buddy, I have valid identification."

The police officer solemnly took the CCW certificate, glanced at it, and then contacted the back office via walkie-talkie to verify its authenticity.

After receiving a response, he immediately relaxed a lot.

"Have a good time, sir." The officer returned the gun license to Zhang Ailun.

"Thank you, officer. I wish you a happy time." Zhang Ailun took the identification and waved with a smile.

I started the vehicle again and drove through the checkpoints without any problems, arriving at the property management office in the Crown District.

Olivia, sitting in the car, was also somewhat surprised. Looking at Zhang Ailun, she said, "Honey, you actually have a gun license? How many secrets are you hiding from me that I don't know?"

If you have credentials, why not look for a security job instead of doing recycling work?

"A lot," Zhang Ailun replied after thinking for a moment.

"For example?" Olivia asked.

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "For example, I recently learned a new handstand trick while watching short videos."

"..."

Olivia smiled charmingly: "Oh, perhaps you could perform for me in person sometime."

"There will be opportunities." Zhang Ailun parked the car in the roadside parking area.

After getting off the car, Olivia swiped her ID card to pass through and led Zhang Ailun into the property management office.

This was his first time here, but the rich neighborhood was indeed a rich neighborhood; even the property management office was luxuriously decorated.

After waiting on the sofa for a few minutes, Olivia came over with the property manager.

"Hello, Mr. Kim. I'm Sarah, the head manager of the property management department."

Zhang Ailun looked at the mature and beautiful woman who still retained her charm, with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in an office lady outfit, and in her early forties, and stood up to shake her hand.

Half-jokingly, she said, "Are all the senior managers in the property management department as beautiful as you? It makes me want to work here."

"You're joking."

Sarah smiled slightly: "I've already checked your credentials. Since you're the one guarantor for Olivia and the homeowner, and you have an acquaintance who introduced you, then there's nothing to worry about. It just so happens that the people doing the recycling work have been a bit lax lately, which makes me very dissatisfied. From now on, the recycling work in the Crown District will be handled by you."

"OK." Zhang Ailun nodded.

"Then you two talk first, Olivia will help you with the paperwork," the beautiful woman Sarah said, turning and leaving.

Olivia then took Zhang Ailun to get the necessary passes. With fingerprint unlocking and facial recognition, it would be much more convenient for him to enter and exit in the future.

Of course, if you commit a crime, big data can easily pinpoint your location, and you won't be able to escape.

In affluent neighborhoods, the primary service provided by both the property management and security departments to residents is security! Security! And more security!!

Unless you are a fifth-class citizen and have no connections, you will not encounter a robbery by an insider.

(End of this chapter)