America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 161 Private Island

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the old man, at the invitation of the private island's butler, got into a black Cadillac without license plates.

Sieg and Bailey were arranged to ride in the same car as their employer, while Zhang Ailun and Johnson, one of the Five Elders of Kongtong and a third-class sergeant in the army, sat in the car behind.

When the car door was opened, it was discovered that the vehicle was actually a modified bulletproof car.

We first went to a gathering place for celebrities, where many well-dressed men and women were gathered together, holding wine glasses.

The arrival of old man Wenko added fuel to the fire of the lively gathering. Those invited to the party were all wealthy people and acquaintances in the industry.

But without a doubt, the men on the field were mostly gray-haired and around sixty years old, while the women were all in their early twenties, with the oldest being no more than 28.

"Is that Catherine Newton?" Johnson, who was standing next to her, asked in surprise.

"Who is that?" Zhang Ailun asked, puzzled.

"A female celebrity. She's starred in many classic movies. I never expected her to attend a party like this. The one next to her must be the producer of 'Ant-Man 3'," Johnson said enviously. "I heard that in order to attract investment and save money by making room in the office, the producer was taking the actress around everywhere."

"Oh." Zhang Ailun nodded, not caring about it; he didn't pay much attention to the Hollywood film industry.

I just feel that this pretty female celebrity was called over by these old men, so she might be forced to do some work tonight.

Making money and gaining fame—it's not shameful. Most people don't even have this kind of resource if they want it.

"Where did you get this news from?" Zhang Ailun asked, puzzled.

"There are tons of these on YouTube. If it weren't for the rule against taking photos here, this news would definitely go viral," Johnson said.

"Then you can just wait to be accused, complained about, and forced to pay compensation, lose everything, and spend your life in jail," Zhang Ailun laughed.

This was also his first time attending a party on a private island. Although he was a nobody on the fringes, standing like an ant, it didn't stop them from admiring the beautiful women carrying fruit platters and moving back and forth among the crowd.

Looking at the girls in bikinis, the temperature on the island was neither too hot nor too cold, but they were dressed very lightly. There was a swimming pool, beach chairs, and palm trees nearby.

Johnson simply stood aside, wearing sunglasses and a mask, standing guard expressionlessly, muttering, "Rich people really know how to have fun."

"Then you should also work hard to make money, try to become rich as soon as possible, and buy an island to be the island owner," Zhang Ailun joked.

"I doubt I'll ever become rich in my lifetime," Johnson sighed.

After admiring the beautiful women at the party for a while, Sieg and Bailey soon came to him with a new mission: "We need to go to Mr. Madison's museum where he keeps his antiques first, and then we'll go to the zoo."

"Let's go then. We can also take a look at the collections and animals while we're at it." Zhang Ailun nodded and followed Sieg into a convertible SUV, arriving at the museum ahead of their employer.

The person in charge of security at the island's museum was a second lieutenant who had retired from the army. He was somewhat surprised to learn that Sieg had been a captain in the Marine Corps but had become a security guard after his discharge. "Dude, you must have offended someone!"

"I really don't want to talk about these things," Sieg waved his hand, indicating that family scandals should not be aired in public.

"It's alright, you'll feel right at home here, and the work is very easy. It's just that it's not very convenient to go out, and you can rarely go back. You have two days off every week, but we're all single, and there's no shortage of resources on the island."

The lieutenant chuckled: "If you need anything tonight, I can find someone to help you solve the problem. The internal rate is only a few hundred dollars per session."

"Is this how you usually fool your employers?" Chatting and joking during work hours? Sieg couldn't understand, but was deeply shocked.

"We only need to do our security work during working hours, and the hourly wage is $90," the lieutenant said. "The boss must have paid you a good hourly wage for this security job, right?"

"...about the same as you guys." Sig was too embarrassed to mention his hourly wage.

A $65 hourly wage is top-tier in the Los Angeles market, but clearly not enough for a wealthy professional team. The work here is also quite easy; after all, no one's going to carry out any terrorist attacks.

After waiting for a few minutes, the employer arrived by car. Sieg and Bailey stood guard outside, while Zhang Ailun and Johnson accompanied them inside for a tour. They discovered that the museum had quite a few interesting items.

Madison was also a white man in his sixties, with black hair and a hooked nose, but he didn't look old at all; he was well-maintained and had a vibrant appearance. Zhang Ailun and Johnson were following a few meters behind and also heard their conversation.

"The injections I had last time were very effective, I recommend you try them too. The internal price is $32 per injection, but I can help you get in touch if you need it."

The elderly white man, Winco, said, "I'm not as rich as you. I just have epilepsy and heart disease, which is common at my age. No amount of money can cure it."

"Are you going to use the money you earned yourself now, or are you going to give it away to someone else after you die? Where's your girlfriend? Why didn't she come this time?" Madison teased.

"She's just my housekeeper, responsible for taking care of my daily life, but she's been pretty good to me. I know what she wants from me, nothing more than my money. But when I'm lying in a hospital bed, she's all alone by my side, and I have no children. I'd be happy to leave my money to her," Wenko said.

"Haha, you've become more and more humane lately, my old buddy. Maybe it's just that you're getting old? All she cares about is your money. Who knows what she'll do to get it from you sooner. I have three wives and a dozen children, but when I die, I don't plan to leave them a single penny."

Madison then introduced his collection to the others.

A 10.86-carat blue diamond sold for $1960 million at a New York auction. VS2 clarity, the rough stone weighed 26.54 grams and was discovered 20 years ago in the legendary Cullinan mine in South Africa, where a gunfight involving over a hundred people broke out, resulting in over a hundred deaths and injuries.

It is blue, and it is also red.

A classic Corvette C1 collector's car.

The diamond crown of European royalty.

An unidentified woman's portrait, bare-breasted and barefoot, with a five-star level of sexual saturation; art is just being a scoundrel.

The Ballon d'Or trophy, with a platinum base and a pure gold ball, sold for over $800 million at a FIFA-sponsored charity auction for private billionaires. Its collectible value outweighs its monetary worth.

The most eye-catching item is the Stegosaurus fossil. It is so lifelike that every joint looks exquisite.

It was an eye-opener.

Damn, I really want to take him away! You're the modern-day ruler of Perico Island, aren't you?

Zhang Ailun got to enjoy the spectacle to the fullest.

After visiting the island's museum collection, we took a bus to the zoo, a privately owned facility. We discovered it housed not only tigers, cougars, and crocodiles, but also elephants and black bears.

When will I be able to afford to keep these little animals?

The Grand Master fell into deep thought.

The two-hour sightseeing tour ended quickly, and the wealthy began to get down to business, gathering at the luxurious island estate. Many scantily clad young women went into the mansions, waiting for the rich men, who were in high spirits, to knock on the doors.

Zhang Ailun also handed the small pill to Sieg, asking him to give it to Mr. Winkle to add to the festivities.

Sieg braced himself and went over to Wink, handing him the small blue pill and telling him it was time to take his medicine on time.

"Did Lisa ask you to give this to me?" Wink asked, somewhat surprised.

"Miss Lisa said this is medication for epilepsy and heart disease. She asked us to remind you to take it on time. Sir, please try to be as moderate as possible," Sieg replied.

"Hahaha." Winko laughed and waved his hand. "Please thank Lisa for me; I really need this."

He took a girl who looked hot and went up to the second floor of the mansion to discuss art.

I heard that the girl was a top student in the art department of a prestigious university, the kind of goddess that boys on campus would fight tooth and nail to win over, but here she was just an ordinary high-class prostitute.

Because of the need to repay various loans in life and high daily consumption, I signed up and was invited to come to the island. The price for one night is as high as several thousand US dollars. I can fly all over the world.

It was all a matter of mutual consent.

There are no little girls on this island.

The wealthy people went upstairs to study art, while Zhang Ailun and the other security personnel stood guard downstairs.

The newcomers were a bit reserved, but the veteran employees had already closed the door and started digging in the free fruit and desserts on the table.

"Don't be so reserved. The bosses will be downstairs to the sauna to rest for at least an hour. A few bosses with special hobbies will even order someone to come in and provide services," the old security guard said while drinking champagne and lighting a leaf.

"Should we call someone in?"

Zhang Ailun's expression was strange. Was it what he thought?

"You can even pick leaves here?"

"You can even eat cocoa and nobody will bother you, as long as it's during free time. This is a private island, and legally it's not governed by any country's constitution. Mr. Madison is the king here. He stipulates that, apart from the security personnel who must be on duty at night, everyone else can do whatever they want during their free time, anytime, anywhere."

A long-time employee said, "I've worked here for two and a half years. In addition to my basic hourly wage, I also receive a year-end bonus. I've already bought two houses in Miami worth over a million dollars each, and two cars worth over three hundred thousand dollars each."

"I've picked up several female celebrities. You can't even imagine what they've done when they're high."

Holy crap, the job benefits here are this good?

Mr. Madison is truly a great boss to the frontline staff!

No wonder they're not worried about being robbed by an insider. If an insider comes, they'll be rewarded with two female celebrities. Can you handle that?

You work hard and humbly for someone else, and they only pay you tens of thousands of dollars a month.

If you work for me, you'll not only earn money and get to smoke cocoa, but you'll also enjoy the finest food and drinks, play with high-end products, and receive bonuses and dividends at the end of the year.

Damn, no wonder you're a great collector, you deserve to be rich!

Zhang Ailun also casually picked out a few pieces of strawberry cake to fill his stomach.

Half an hour later, an elderly white man wearing glasses came downstairs. He looked around and finally chose the leader, who was eating cake, standing next to him... Johnson.

"Hey! Sir, can you do me a favor?"

"I'd be happy to, sir, but I'll only do what's within the scope of my job," Johnson said, standing up.

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. $800, who among you would still want to come with me?"

"Sir, I think I'm capable of this job." Another older security guard immediately stood up and raised his hand.

"Very good, gentlemen, room 266 on the second floor, come quickly." The old man nodded in satisfaction, then turned and went upstairs.

"Boss, I'm going now." Qiao Sen went upstairs with a big smile.

Zhang Ailun waved and said, "Good luck."

Anyway, the leader doesn't like engaging in group sex with other men, no matter how much money is offered.

While chatting with Sieg and the others, they ate high-end dishes and well-done steaks that they couldn't usually buy in supermarkets.

The chef was clearly skilled; the steak was cooked to perfection, a level of doneness most restaurants can't achieve. Rich people may be a bit extreme, but they're not stupid; nobody eats raw food every day.

Twenty minutes passed. Johnson, clutching his backside, limped downstairs.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Ailun and the others were a little stunned. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing happened," Johnson said firmly. But his flushed, shy face and the tears glistening in his eyes betrayed the young man.

He bore a burden that he shouldn't have had at his age.

"..."

Those eight hundred dollars are definitely not something you can get so easily.

Zhang Ailun could only sigh that he had narrowly escaped disaster.

The atmosphere inside was too stuffy, so Zhang Ailun got up and went outside to continue his post and get some fresh air. The first half of the night was quite lively, but by the second half, the old men couldn't take the disturbance and all fell asleep.

I glanced at the time; it was only a little past 2 a.m.

I start my workday by scrolling through my phone, then hand over my shift, and finally go to sleep.

When Zhang Ailun woke up again, it was already daylight. Sieg, sporting dark circles under his eyes, woke him up and said, "Let's go! Get on the plane!"

"So fast? Did I miss something?" Zhang Ailun stretched and glanced at the time: seven in the morning. The gun in his waist bag was still there, nothing was missing—what a peaceful night.

"Nothing was missed, but Mr. Wink suddenly felt unwell around 4 a.m. and was taken away by private jet ahead of schedule. He is currently receiving treatment in the hospital."

Zhang Ailun's brain went blank for a few seconds before he came to his senses. "How can you call this not missing anything?"

Why isn't anyone calling him?

The employer is in the hospital, and their security personnel are still sleeping outside. What kind of behavior is this?

"He messed things up himself, it has nothing to do with us. According to that female celebrity, Mr. Wink took some powder again last night, and felt unwell in his heart in the early morning. The island's medical staff gave him emergency treatment and flew him to a hospital in California by private plane. Fortunately, Lisa sent a message saying that he was fine."

Sieg lamented, "Otherwise, if our employer had died on our very first job, I doubt many people would have dared to hire us in the future."

"It's no big deal, you really expect to make money off this?" Zhang Ailun patted his butt. "When are we going back? Now?"

"That's right, do you really want to spend Christmas here? Lisa has already arranged a connecting flight." After saying that, Sieg turned around and led the leader to a convertible SUV.

Bailey and Johnson had already taken a midnight flight to escort him back, since Johnson was also a victim, having injured his buttocks during the mission.

The two drove to the airport, greeted the island's security personnel, boarded a passenger's plane, and hitched a ride to Los Angeles, California.

Half an hour later, the passenger plane landed smoothly at Luonan Airport. The two got off the plane and drove the Jeep Wrangler from the parking lot to the hospital in the city without stopping.

Upon arriving at the inpatient ward, we saw Mr. Wenko, the employer, looking radiant, chatting and laughing with Lisa. The old man was perfectly healthy.

Could it be an act?

In another cubicle, Johnson was lying listlessly on the hospital bed, clutching his buttocks, with Bailey beside him.

Upon seeing the two approach, Qiao Sen immediately greeted them, then complained incessantly, "Boss, shouldn't this be considered a work injury?"

"What a load of rubbish, you took the money." Zhang Ailun laughed in anger and said irritably.

Look at you, so pathetic. When you took the money, did you never think about getting hurt and bleeding?

When Lisa saw the two of them approaching, she called them aside, took out a wad of cash, and handed it to Zhang Ailun. "You did a good job. Don't worry about Johnson's medical expenses; we'll cover them. The doctor said that if he hadn't taken the pills beforehand, the employer might have already suffered cardiac arrest due to the drug-induced complications."

"This is what we should do."

(End of this chapter)