America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 163 Making a Fortune Every Day

"You're much better at talking than last time. If you weren't so arrogant, your hands wouldn't be bandaged like this. This is your territory, I'm giving you face, we'll have a normal transaction, and I won't cause trouble."

Zhang Ailun patted him on the shoulder, then looked at the unfamiliar face beside him. "Where are the others from last time? Are these your new underlings?"

"They went to work in a factory. They were terrified by what happened last time, and they don't want to do that kind of thing anymore. I also want to find a proper job."

The young white man honestly said, "I bought some maps on Opportunity Network to try my luck with the liquor, and I didn't expect to actually dig up some good stuff, so I thought I'd put it up for sale online."

"A treasure map? These things actually work?"

Zhang Ailun was a little surprised, as he had never come across similar information before, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. "Take us to see that batch of alcohol. If the price is right, I'll take it all."

The young white man dared not disobey and obediently led the way to a dilapidated warehouse in the town. He took out his key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. Inside, he saw rows of wooden drawers filled with glass bottles of liquor, all tightly sealed and lined with dry straw. The bottles looked dusty, and the liquid inside appeared rather murky through the bottles.

If I didn't know this bottle contained brandy, I would have thought it was a warehouse full of nitroglycerin. It also says on it that it was made in the 70s.

Zhang Ailun asked Melvin to go over and open a bottle to taste it. This guy is a drunkard; he goes to bars every time he has money. If he thinks it tastes good, then it means that most drunkards can accept it.

Melvin pried open the cork, smelled the aroma of white grape distilled spirits, and took a sip.

He smacked his lips, then took a big gulp, immediately gave a thumbs up, and exclaimed, "It tastes great!"

He has been certified as an alcoholic.

"Let's talk about the price. Twenty spits of aged brandy, that's at least half a century old." Zhang Ailun was a little taken aback. If he sold it to some rich people, with a change of packaging, each bottle would easily fetch thousands of dollars. He could definitely make a fortune.

Unfortunately, it had no labels on it, making it a counterfeit product. It was clearly packaged as smuggled liquor, and its safety could not be guaranteed. Even old George wouldn't want to accept it at a pawn shop, except for alcoholics.

Sell ​​it in a bar by the glass for $88 a glass—a fair price, no deception. A bottle of brandy could fetch several hundred dollars. These twenty drawers of brandy could easily sell for tens of thousands of dollars, and the mastermind himself would make a net profit of at least $2.

After discussing it for a moment, the young white men mustered their courage and offered what they considered a reasonable price: "If you're going to buy them, it'll be $80 per drawer."

"Duo Shao?" Zhang Ailun's eyes widened upon hearing this.

「8……80美元……如果你觉得这个价格不太合理，60美元也行。」白人小伙底气不足的说道：「我们买藏宝图也花了十几美元呢。我们已经找人了解过了，当地小镇上的酒鬼愿意出50美元的价格！我们认为它至少值80美元。」

Damn, is that old man so dark-skinned?

However, considering that the town's cost of living is not high and there are not many people who know their stuff, this price is actually quite reasonable.

The profit margin is still higher when selling in big cities.

You only sell a drawer of these for $80, but I can sell a single cup for $88.

"I'll give you $100! You won't lose out. Go! Load it onto the truck!" Zhang Ailun waved his hand and took out $2000 in cash, handing it to them to help load it onto the truck. You guys really don't understand how valuable this thing is, do you?

The young white man looked at the $2000 with a broad smile, feeling incredibly pleased with himself. The treasure map he bought for a dozen dollars had suddenly increased in value a hundredfold! He had made a killing!

Now I can buy a new motorcycle to pick up girls! I can even upgrade it to a used pickup truck.

They were incredibly energetic when they got to work. Twenty drawers of brandy were neatly arranged on the pickup truck and the back seat. Anything that couldn't fit was placed on the Wrangler. Even though they were sweating profusely, they never complained about being tired or bitter.

Zhang Ailun also bought a few drinks from the convenience store next door and handed them over, saying with satisfaction, "Transaction complete, pleasant cooperation! If you have such good goods again next time, remember to contact me. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, boss." The leader got his drinks, and the white guy cleared out his inventory. Both sides got a happy ending.

After greeting them, Zhang Ailun got into the Wrangler, started the engine, and drove away from the town.

We're back in the city.

Zhang Ailun and Melvin drove to Sanji's Bar and started calling for help to unload the goods.

Mary and Giss, having received the notification, immediately came out to help. Looking at the wooden drawers and glass bottles loaded in the truck, they were puzzled. "Boss, what are these things? They look like they were dug out of the cellar. Don't tell us they're full of liquor!"

"You guessed it, this really is liquor, and it's brandy from the last century. I brought this over from a small town at a high price; the wholesale price alone was a whopping $2000!"

"Two thousand dollars? Just this much alcohol?" Mary exclaimed in surprise. "The most expensive tequila we sell is only a dozen dollars a bottle when we buy it. The beer is even cheaper; a large oak barrel of beer costs less than 20 dollars a barrel."

"That's why it's considered good value. They must have some merit to sell for such a high price; they can bring us at least tens of thousands of dollars in return! Never underestimate the spending power of street drunks. They'd rather break their own legs and claim insurance money to buy a whiskey at a bar!"

With a limp, he receives a subsidy, watches a ball game, drinks fine wine, and is surrounded by the attentive service of bar bunnies.

This is such a wonderful thing.

Zhang Ailun immediately planned to label the drinks as aged and sell them. He moved the drinks to the bar's storage room, wiped them clean, and had someone open a bottle at the bar to give to the customers for free.

The bar's daytime customer traffic is relatively stable, mainly due to its good lighting and private atmosphere. When they learned that the bar owner was promoting new drinks, many of the regular drinkers wanted to try them.

After one glass, the taste was refreshing, but the aftertaste was strong, so I felt that this drink was indeed potent and worth buying!

When asked about the price, $88 a cup immediately deterred many people.

Most of the customers in the lobby are only willing to spend $5 for a glass of tequila or whiskey. Those with money in their pockets will only buy drinks that cost $25 a glass. An expensive brandy like this, which costs $88, is indeed not something that ordinary people can afford.

But Zhang Ailun didn't care at all. The customers weren't just a few old drunkards like them. If they didn't buy, there were plenty of people on the street who would.

They added the newly stocked brandy to the beverage catalog, and the spending power of the old gamblers in the private rooms was far superior to that of the customers in the main hall. Several bottles were sold in just a few tens of minutes.

Zhang Ailun watched as profits soared and US dollars flew into his pockets as if they had wings, and he felt refreshed and invigorated.

Upon arriving at the office's private room, Zhang Ailun sat in the boss's chair and asked Geese to bring over yesterday's beverage revenue statement for him to review.

After a quick glance, I found that the income and expenses from selling alcohol were basically balanced. After deducting the daily wages of the bartenders and the recruited part-time waiters, the bartenders only earned about $200 a day. This was with the support of the Beggars' Sect disciples. The profit was not even as good as the Beggars' Sect's revenue from selling jars.

However, this is only the publicly known sales project. The latter part of the project is quite lucrative, earning a net profit of $1200 in just one day!

Rounding down, Zhang Ailun could receive approximately $800 in profit sharing. The bar's revenue is higher in the evenings, and if they recruited staff for adult entertainment services, the profit sharing would definitely be even higher.

However, even if you make money, you still have to pay taxes. In order to avoid financial losses, Zhang Ailun decided to have Dave come over as a part-time accountant for the bar. He discussed with Mary and Geese, the two second-in-commands, and figured they wouldn't have to pay any taxes. They could avoid paying any taxes at all, since they weren't making much money anyway.

How can I buy a car and a house and become rich without legally avoiding taxes?

Dave has plenty of ways to legally avoid taxes; he's a highly educated intellectual with a thorough understanding of the law!

While Zhang Ailun was still busy figuring out the bar's business model, the young owner, Jiss, thoughtfully brought over a glass of chilled brandy and knocked on the door.

After receiving permission, he came in, closed the door behind him, and placed the drinks on the table.

"Boss, do you have time now?"

Zhang Ailun could tell what she was thinking the moment he saw her revealing outfit, and immediately said, "Why are you closing the door? Aren't you going outside to help take care of the guests? Can Mary manage all this by herself?"

"Boss, there aren't that many customers at the bar right now. I think compared to serving our customers well, the boss's mental and physical health is more worthy of our attention." Geese came over, sat directly on his lap, and dribbled past him with his arms around his neck.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Zhang Ailun asked seriously, remaining unmoved, wondering if he was really that charming.

But in order to allow his employees to focus more on their work, he decided to cut off his own flesh to feed the eagles.

"This will not happen again!!"

"Boss, once you've experienced it, I guarantee you'll want to do it again. My boyfriend has no right to interfere in my private life." Gis smiled charmingly, tucked her hair behind her ear, and squatted under the desk.

Oops... This is a paid program!

Half an hour later, Mary's voice came from outside the door, banging on it. "Gise! Are you in there?! WTF! It's still working hours, what are you doing in there? I was only gone for a little while, and you little bitch are already trying to steal my boyfriend?"

Gis retorted irritably, "Fxxk you! Don't bother us! The boss and I were discussing the bar's business, oh..."

Silence fell outside, and soon Mary returned, unlocking the door with her key and slipping in through the crack.

Looking at the two of them, he angrily shouted, "Shit! I knew you were up to no good! Get out of here and get to work!"

"Perhaps you could ask the boss if he's satisfied with my job duties," the female knight, Giss, provocatively said.

Zhang Ailun, behaving like a complete scumbag, helplessly shrugged, "Mary, perhaps you could have come two minutes later?"

"Even if I give you another 15 minutes, you might not be able to finish!" Mary retorted, knowing just how strong the Grand Master's combat abilities were.

Seeing that the deed was done, she wasn't so angry anymore, and said fiercely, "Get out and work! You despicable thief!"

In order not to disrupt the normal operation of the bar, the leader also accelerated the process.

Reluctantly, Geese left! Although Mary had interrupted his good time, he didn't forget to remind his boss to arrange another date next time, and even extended a rematch invitation to her home.

Zhang Ailun, of course, would never agree. Working in a bar is a legitimate profession, and it doesn't make sense for someone with a boyfriend to invite him to their home.

After seeing Geese off, Zhang Ailun took out his phone and glanced at it. It was a message from Jennifer.

Jennifer: Someone claiming to be your good friend has come to you, saying they have a business opportunity to discuss with you.

Zhang Ailun: Is his name Mr. Hacksaw?

Jennifer: I don't know, I didn't ask his name, but he was white, in his thirties, and I think he was just pretending to be broke. He wanted to go on a date with me, doesn't he know what he's become? No money, no looks, honey, if you don't come home soon, our house will be robbed!

Zhang Ailun: That must be him. I'll be right back.

Zhang Ailun tidied up his office desk before grabbing his car keys and leaving the bar.

Driving back to the bridge camp, Zhang Ailun parked the car on the side of the road. From a distance, he saw a burly white man with a bruised and swollen face clinging to Jennifer, showering her with attention and completely ignoring her disgusted expression. Jennifer rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.

"If you say another word, I'll smash your balls in!" Jennifer couldn't take it anymore and started yelling at him.

"Girl, believe me, with your talent, if you went to a movie studio to make films, they'd be a huge hit! Do you like cosplay? Supergirl? Catwoman? Black Widow?"

Tommy continued, "Trust me, I'm a professional. Many adult film stars have worked with me when they first started out. If you want to become famous, let's start with online digital platforms, focusing on short videos and live streaming, signing with a reputable film company, building up your audience, and eventually moving on to Hollywood!"

"If you want to make money, that's even simpler. I have several big-budget movies here. If you perform even slightly well, I'll mail the finished films to wealthy people, and a big boss in a rich neighborhood will definitely be willing to pay you to be their sugar daddy!"

"roll!!"

Jennifer cursed, "I'd rather starve to death than film an adult movie!"

"But aren't you the one who provides sex services?" Unfortunately, this guy brought up the very thing he shouldn't have, and Jennifer was immediately provoked.

She stood up and kicked him in the groin, pulled out the pistol the leader had left in the RV, and pressed it against his forehead. "Fxxk you! Where the hell did you come from, you bastard? Which bitch didn't clench properly and accidentally let you out? Get lost! Don't make me say it a second time! Or I'll kill you!!"

"Ouch! It hurts so much! Don't shoot! I won't say anything."

Zhang Ailun got out of the car and looked at the burly man who was sprawled on the ground, clutching his crotch and his face ashen. "Well, another good-looking but useless piece of trash."

There aren't many people who can anger Jennifer, after all, she's so popular and has so many superficial friends in the industry, and this guy just happens to be one of them.

What a foul mouth!

The last time I saw him, I definitely thought this guy was a bit unreliable. Talk to you, bro!

Jennifer was already furious, and seeing Zhang Ailun speak, she said irritably, "That guy's mouth is so foul. I really want to sew his mouth shut!"

Seeing Tommy's miserable and disheveled appearance, Zhang Ailun couldn't help but laugh. "Dude, what happened to you? Last time I saw you, you were so generous. Didn't you run a record company?"

"Don't even mention it, I'm bankrupt. There were bad guys in the company, I was betrayed. All my assets were seized, I sold my family property and everything else just to pay enough bail to avoid going to jail."

Tommy slumped to his feet, grinning at Jennifer. "This is your woman? Dude, she's got a real firecracker! I've met plenty of women, but someone like her is rare. It's such a waste for her to be out on the streets!"

"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak," Jennifer said sarcastically.

"If you say one more word, I'll be tempted to punch you a few times!" Zhang Ailun said with a forced smile.

"Okay! I won't say anything more. I was just telling the truth." Tommy looked at Zhang Ailun's fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and wisely raised his hands in surrender.

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