America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 159 Harmony Brings Wealth

Zhang Ailun was still methodically dealing with the old black dog when Sieg reminded him, "Boss, there's another one here."

Zhang Ailun turned to look at the terrified Old Black, and smiled coldly: "Now you're scared? Why didn't you think about getting caught when you accepted the mission!"

Seeing the old black man dozing off at his knees, Zhang Ailun grabbed his dreadlocks and threw him to the floor like a dead pig. Sig and the others immediately pinned him down and pulled out guns, pressing them against his forehead.

Old Hei was able to catch his breath, having escaped death, but he was still shaken. He and his companion huddled together, naked, kneeling side by side on the floor.

My mind was blank and confused.

Zhang Ailun glanced at their crotches and gave a disdainful smile: "Not even half the size of mine."

"Boss, if they stand up straight, they're only half your size. How big would you be if you stood up straight?" a sensible Beggar Clan disciple said.

Zhang Ailun raised his middle finger in an annoyed tone, "I'm fucking 9 inches, what do you say?"

"Then you really are the boss." The underling readily admitted defeat.

Zhang Ailun picked up the gun on the table, fiddled with it for a bit, and found it was fully loaded. He questioned the two black men, "Where are you guys from? You dare to take on a mission to kill me? Do you even know who I am?"

"We're the motorcycle gang from Titan Arcade." Old Black finally realized that he had been exposed. With half of his cheek swollen and red, he looked numb. "If you want to kill us, just do it. Everyone who's in this business will have to face this sooner or later! But I advise you not to mess with us. This is just a side job that the two of us did in private. It has nothing to do with the gang."

Damn it, with this kind of audacity, not caring about human lives at all, who on earth raised such a person?

You guys aren't from the African savanna, are you?

"Do as you please, your employer has already betrayed you anyway."

Zhang Ailun gave Sieg a wink, and the other immediately took out his phone and showed the two of them the video. Old Hei's face instantly turned red after watching it.

Unable to contain himself, he burst out cursing, "Fxxk you! How can this guy have such a lack of professional ethics!"

"I must kill him!! That bastard betrayed us!!"

The two black men were so angry that their noses twisted as they watched the video of the incompetent boss recounting the details of the crime and the plan.

"Very good, I admire your courage, but unfortunately you won't have the chance," Zhang Ailun said with a smile. "As for that Titan Game Center you mentioned, I'll settle that score with them slowly."

"We admit defeat. It was indeed that guy who hired us to kill you. He paid us $9000," the old black man replied. "But we didn't expect him to be such a coward, actually sabotaging the deal."

"Where's the money?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"It's all gone. We bought some leaves and hired a few prostitutes to serve us. We should have $6000 left, in the pocket of the black hoodie," the old man said.

Upon hearing this, Sieg immediately went to look for the hoodie. After searching for a while, he indeed found the money. But after carefully counting it, the amount didn't match. He turned back and handed the money to Zhang Ailun, "There's only $3000!"

"Impossible!" Old Hei exclaimed, his eyes widening in anger. "We didn't spend that much money at all!!"

Zhang Ailun noticed the shifty eyes of the older man beside him, who was clutching his chest, and immediately asked, "Did you spend this money?"

Old Black immediately turned to look at his companion, who had a blank expression and replied woodenly, "Sorry, I stole three thousand dollars and gave it to Sadie."

"Fxxk! This is our joint money! You gave the money to that bitch without my permission? I'm angry! Dude! I'm really angry! You've disappointed me so much!!" Old Black turned red on the spot, furious.

If he hadn't been held at gunpoint and pinned to the ground, he would have loved to pounce on him and blow himself up right now.

Old Hei, who had stolen the money, forced himself to say, "She said she only loves me, and she's pregnant with my child. She even let me get in through connections."

"That child is definitely not yours! Who knows whose bastard it is? There were so many people there that day!! Everyone could have gotten in through her back door! Dude! Everyone could!"

Old Hei cursed, "She's using you! What have I told you? I brought you into this world! I've told you so many times! Women only get close to you for your money! She maintains very close relationships with many men, beyond friendship! I've been with them too."

He was furious at his son's lack of ambition and stared at the old black man with murderous eyes!

Old Hei, who had stolen the money, was also furious upon hearing this. "You slept with her? When? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Is that all you care about? What about my money?"

"..." After hearing the information-packed speech, Zhang Ailun and the others fell silent, thinking that as expected of the West Coast, the black community really knows how to play games.

Look at this honest kid, he's obviously been tricked by that woman.

As expected, every family has its own troubles. This old black man's romantic history is also quite complicated.

"Alright, I don't have time to listen to you two arguing here. Put on your clothes and come with us!" Zhang Ailun found it all boring.

"Sig, you guys take this money and divide it up, everyone gets a share. Call the loan company and tell them what happened here, then tell Bailey to take the people to the suburbs."

Zhang Ailun stood up and handed the money to Sieg. He had already taken enough from the loan himself, so he figured he might as well share this money with the Beggars' Sect disciples as a reward for their hard work.

"Thanks, boss!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately beamed with joy; following their leader certainly meant there would be plenty to eat!

Zhang Ailun and his group took Lao Hei away. When they went downstairs, they saw the Beggar Clan disciples standing guard with beaming faces, while Hei Mei was sitting at the front desk applying eyeliner and lipstick.

"It's over so quickly?" Zhang Ailun was a little puzzled; only a few minutes had passed.

"Boss, this is already an exceptional performance on my own," the Beggar Clan disciple replied honestly. "Sixteen minutes have passed since you guys came upstairs!"

The black woman gave a disdainful smile: "Buddy, you're all looks and no substance."

The Beggars' Sect disciple blushed instantly upon hearing this, and angrily retorted, "Do you dare say that what you just shouted was a lie?"

"It's true, you're absolutely right." For the sake of money, the black woman nodded cooperatively. "Welcome back next time, I love quick shooters like you! Biu!"

"..." The Beggar Clan disciple shuddered with anger. "If you're so tough, go and fight our boss one-on-one! Let's see if your little mouth is still so stubborn then!"

Sieg, speaking from experience, laughed heartily: "Money can't buy love, buddy!"

Zhang Ailun and his men dragged Lao Hei into the car, and the group squeezed together. They drove directly to the suburbs and parked on a rocky beach.

After waiting for about ten minutes, two cars arrived. They were two black Audi Q5s, and the license plates looked like they were cloned.

The Audi pulled up to the side of the road, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes got out. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked like an upper-class elite white man. He was accompanied by two strong black men, both of whom were carrying guns.

When they arrived, they saw Zhang Ailun and his group fully armed, holding submachine guns and carrying automatic pistols at their waists. There were also two black men with bruised and swollen faces, bound hand and foot, kneeling there awaiting trial.

The middle-aged white man who was leading the group asked in surprise, "Did you make the call? Buddy, what's going on?"

"Are you a loan shark?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Don't say that. We're a legitimate lending company. Our interest rates are only slightly higher than those on the street. I'm the company's business manager; you can call me Statham." The elite white man smiled and extended his hand.

Damn it. Interest rates are higher than those charged by thugs on the street, and you still dare to call yourself a legitimate company?

Zhang Ailun had the utmost contempt for people who worked in artillery, but since he couldn't refuse someone who was smiling, he still shook hands with them.

He immediately said, "My people should have explained everything to you on the phone. Some guy borrowed money from your company to hire someone to assassinate me, but I've already dealt with that. I only asked you out to see how you would handle this. Without your money, he wouldn't have been able to retaliate against me. I'm already being generous by not bothering you!"

"I understand. Our company has already come to a conclusion through internal discussions. This was our oversight; we didn't consider the client's qualifications and connections. You are also victims. That guy got himself into trouble, so we don't intend to ask you for the money back," Statham replied readily.

Zhang Ailun was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected these guys to be so easy to talk to.

Look at him, how reasonable he is! Unlike those butchers who try to take back even a small amount of money, he only got some spoils from Jon Snow. Once it's in my hands, it's mine. If you know what's good for you, you should just accept your loss!

"We've heard about your reputation, Mr. Kim. We've also heard about what you did in Fifth Street. We all agree that you're a valuable client, so we don't want to go against you. If you need a loan in the future, feel free to contact us. We'll definitely give you a suitable interest rate." Statham waved his hand, and the person next to him handed him a business card.

That's right, harmony brings wealth.

Zhang Ailun's expression softened, and he let Sieg take the business card.

The two sides then engaged in insincere conversation. Not long after, Pele arrived with his entourage in a rented old Crown. He got out of the car and shoved the man in front of him.

When the Hornet boss saw the loan company employees and the two hitmen there, his face turned deathly pale, and his legs went weak. "You broke your promise! Didn't you agree that I would turn myself in?"

"Do you think you can escape retaliation by turning yourself in?" Zhang Ailun said irritably. "You don't have the money to pay off your debts. Tens of thousands of dollars in debt is enough for someone to pay someone to kill you in there."

Since you're going to die sooner or later anyway, you might as well go on your way sooner.

"I didn't spend all that money! I can use it to pay off my debts!!" the wasp boss continued to argue.

Statham's face turned cold, his previous hypocritical expression vanishing. He said viciously, "You'd already booked your plane ticket and were ready to run away, and now that you've been caught, of course you have to repent! Do you know how much I would have lost if Mr. Jin's men hadn't ruined your scheme? I kindly lent you money, and you actually wanted me to lose my arms and legs?!"

Enraged, he immediately ordered two black bodyguards to go over and punch and kick him, pinning him to the ground and beating him mercilessly until he screamed in agony, finally venting his anger.

"What are you planning to do with him?" Zhang Ailun asked.

Statham raised his hand to stop the two black bodyguards from continuing to beat the other man; if they broke him, he wouldn't be able to use him anymore.

Turning to Zhang Ailun with a smile, he said, "We have plenty of ways to collect debts from those who don't pay. His body parts are also quite valuable; there are plenty of hospitals in Los Angeles willing to buy them at low prices. Even working as a male escort could make money! His scrap metal yard could fetch tens of thousands of dollars. If you don't mind, let us handle these two too?"

They set their sights on these two old black men. After all, this was a best-selling item in the 16th century.

Zhang Ailun naturally had no objections and nodded, "Okay."

"It was a pleasure working with you. See you next time."

Statham nodded with satisfaction, had his bodyguard take the man to the car, waved goodbye, and the driver stepped on the gas and drove away from the rocky beach.

Zhang Ailun watched them leave, then got into the car with Sieg and the others and returned to the city.

"Aren't we going to apply for security jobs?" Sig asked.

Zhang Ailun glanced at his phone, not having received a message from Olivia, and casually replied, "Haven't received any news yet. You guys go back to work. I'll let you know when I get any."

"OK".

After arriving in District 5, Sieg and the others got off the bus midway, while Zhang Ailun drove back to the Bridge Cave Camp.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Ailun found Jennifer and Jesse both sitting under the RV's awning, playing on their phones. He walked over and asked, "Why didn't you go to work today?"

"I was lucky yesterday, I found a wallet with some cash inside." Jesse took out the wallet, pulled out fifty dollars, and handed it to Zhang Allen. "This is my share of the profits. I want to take a day off today. Is that okay?"

"Suit yourself, it's your freedom. There are plenty of people who will do the work on the street." Zhang Ailun nodded, took the fifty dollars, and asked, "Didn't you find anything else besides that?"

"It seems like there are some, but I'm not sure what their value is, and they haven't been sent to a recycling center to be sold yet," Jesse said.

"Let me see it," Zhang Ailun said.

Jesse immediately scurried off to his tent.

Jennifer, meanwhile, was chatting with all sorts of people online, laughing heartily. Zhang Ailun could tell at a glance that she had caught a big fish.

"Did you make money again?"

He moved closer and showed the Grand Master his work.

"He was a white-collar worker who said he wanted to be my sugar daddy. I asked him to send me $200 to see what he was capable of, and to my surprise, he transferred $200 to me without saying a word!"

Jennifer showed him the chat history and laughed, "He even said he'd drive all the way from downtown to the Fifth District to see me. Does he think I don't know what he's up to? I just gave him a little something sweet, and he's completely infatuated. If he dares to come, I'll have Little Lori meet him and have a proper talk with him about keeping me as a sugar daddy!"

"..." Zhang Ailun silently mourned for this guy for a second. This guy was really unlucky; it was the first time he'd ever seen someone come to deliver something.

Looking at the photo, he has the appearance of a middle-aged white man who is outwardly refined but inwardly morally corrupt. This kind of person would be easy for Jennifer to manipulate!

You like to sneak food, don't you?

Little Lori could sit on him and kill him with one stomp!

Not long after, Jesse returned with the items she had acquired the day before. In front of everyone, she took out a hair clip, a teddy bear, a pink thermos, condoms, painkillers, and a massager from her handbag.

There's also a stack of scratch cards, which looks like there are more than thirty. Was there only one? Are the rest stock?

"You found a scratch-off lottery ticket?" Zhang Ailun ignored the blue condoms and massage device.

Who knows how the other party intends to use it?

Jesse shrugged and said, "I found these scratch cards in the trash can when I passed by a convenience store yesterday. But these things aren't worth much. I've found them before, and the most I've ever won was $20. I'm planning to stock up on 100 and then sell them all at once."

"Maybe this time you'll win the grand prize," Zhang Ailun said.

Jesse thought his words made a lot of sense, so he immediately took out two tickets and drew two, but he didn't win.

I've tried a few more times, but still no luck.

The child is already a little unhappy.

She simply divided the rest between Jennifer and Zhang Ailun, asking them to help her draw the lottery.

Jennifer casually swiped two bills, glanced at them, and couldn't help but cheer, "I won! $50!"

Jesse exclaimed, "You're so lucky!"

"I think I won too." Zhang Ailun scratched three tickets in a row, shook the scratch-off lottery ticket, and scratched it casually.

"Oh my god! You won the lottery... $5000!!" Jesse's eyes widened slightly as he took the lottery ticket from his hand and examined it closely.

He became excited, holding the scratch-off lottery ticket in disbelief, "I've never seen so much money in my entire life!"

Just as Zhang Ailun was about to stand up, Jesse jumped up and pounced on him, straddling him and kissing his cheeks and lips. "Dear boss, you're amazing!! Tell me how you did it. You must be some kind of superhuman!"

"..."

Zhang Ailun put his arm around the girl's slender waist, which felt soft and yielding, and immediately pushed her away, saying, "Sorry, sorry."

He suggested, "We can split this money among the three of us."

"agree!!"

(End of this chapter)