America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 164 Entrusted Cooperation

"Tommy, what do you want from me? You don't want to join my team to collect cans, do you?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"You guessed right, buddy! I don't have a single penny to my name right now, and I'm homeless. I've been thinking about it, and maybe only your place can take me in, since your group has so many homeless people," Tommy said.

"Why do you think I'd take you in? Although I do recycling work here, my team isn't a garbage dump where just anyone can join. If you don't have a place to live, you can go to a shelter. Do you need me to recommend one to you?" Zhang Ailun replied.

"Because I have a business mind, I can make you a lot of money! I also have a well-thought-out plan that can bring you at least $50,000 in income!"

"The last person who made such a promise to me got his legs broken, and in the end, I had to clean up his mess," Zhang Ailun sneered.

But she still gave him a chance, "Tell me, what's the plan? You don't want me to help you wipe out the enemy forces, do you? I heard you went bankrupt because you were betrayed and a batch of your goods was stolen?"

"You even know about this?" Tommy was a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, the other party's intelligence network was so insane that it wasn't surprising.

He answered honestly, "That's right, I was persecuted. I fell into a trap set by my own people. I used all my money to buy a batch of pirated records and even took out a loan to buy a batch of pornographic videos. Everything was going well until a large number of the same cheap records appeared on the market, causing my sales to be dismal. I couldn't sell them and didn't earn a single cent!"

"Then I was betrayed and accused of tax evasion and illegally selling pornographic videos. They said there were underage girls in my videos and that I was suspected of child trafficking and abuse! Fxxk you! This is utter nonsense! I'm a decent person! But those police officers, for some reason, actually found evidence of crimes I committed many years ago! In the end, because I couldn't repay that debt, my assets were frozen and confiscated, and I declared bankruptcy."

It's clear that this guy is quite angry and also very unlucky.

"According to you, this batch of goods should be worthless. Why was it stolen?" Zhang Ailun asked, puzzled.

"I only just found out that they were in cahoots with other record companies, stockpiling a batch of merchandise beforehand. Once I took the bait and paid a hefty price to buy it, they dumped the stock. After my record company went bankrupt, they made their money, destroyed a huge number of pirated copies, and sales returned to normal. Fxxk! I've been on the West Coast for so long, and I never imagined I'd be betrayed by my own people!"

Tommy said bitterly, "What's even more infuriating is that guy who betrayed me. I had just run into trouble when he paid the penalty for breach of contract and jumped ship to my arch-rival's company, and even stole my goods."

"..."

You're essentially just buying high and selling low, and buying low and selling high. If you're unlucky, don't blame the road for being bumpy.

Tommy, you're still too kind. Why bother playing tricks on those people? Where's your AK?

"So what do you want me to help you with? Get the goods back? That doesn't seem to benefit me much. I don't have that kind of ability. I'm just a scrap metal collector, and I don't want to get involved in the mess in your industry." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to get involved in street fights.

"Listen to me. That shipment that was stolen before is worth at least $5 on the market now! I won't take a single cent of those $5 worth of pirated records; they're all yours! I can even help you find people to sell them!"

Tommy said, "I can't swallow this! I'll make him pay a heavy price! I know that traitor's home address; he bought an apartment with that money and has a party tonight! He definitely knows where the goods are. You just need to take your men and come with me to his place, cause him trouble, and take the goods back. I'll handle the rest!"

"I'll consider it."

When Zhang Ailun heard him say that, he nodded. "But I still need to consult other people's opinions."

"I'll come back to you tonight. I understand if you disagree, but I'll still take action!" Tommy said before turning and leaving.

Watching the other person leave, Zhang Ailun fell into deep thought, while Jennifer complained, "That guy's a complete liar, he didn't actually believe what he said, did he?"

"Of course I don't believe it, because he only mentioned the $50,000 worth of goods, but didn't mention the record company's warehouse or the filming location in the suburbs at all. I already know about the business model of companies like theirs. Even if they are bankrupt, the remaining value should be more than that. Otherwise, there's no reason for him to give up $50,000 worth of goods, unless he can get more from them!" Zhang Ailun replied.

Jennifer seemed a little surprised. "So you're planning to help him retrieve that shipment?"

"What kind of goods? Aren't those our goods? Those are pirated discs worth $50,000, and they're recent bestsellers." Zhang Ailun smiled.

He took out his phone and glanced at the message Blitz had sent him.

Blitz: It's all set. That arcade will be churning out coins for 24 hours straight, and it'll take at least two days to get it fixed. They won't have time to bother you.

Zhang Ailun: Thank you so much, Blitz.

Blitz: This is nothing to me. Remember to take me with you on any missions or activities in the future. I heard that Sieg and the others have made a lot of money following you! You know me, my health is terrible, and I need to spend a lot of money on medicine to get healthy. I also need to make money!

Zhang Ailun: Don't worry, if I need your help with any tasks or activities in the future, I'll definitely ask you first.

I transferred $2000 to the other party.

Zhang Ailun: Consider this payment for the location tracking program you helped me create yesterday.

Blitz: Okay! I'll get back to work now. :)

Zhang Ailun originally wanted to contact Darren to inquire about Old Pick's intention to sell the auto repair shop, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that their relationship was just a casual acquaintance. Darren's father had just passed away, and Darren had not yet decided whether to sell the auto repair shop. If he rushed over to ask about the price, it would easily leave a bad impression.

He couldn't find a listing online and was too embarrassed to bother the seller, so he decided to wait until the seller was genuinely interested in selling the auto repair shop before inquiring about the price.

Zhang Ailun put away his phone, said goodbye to Jennifer, and got up to return to the RV. "I'm going back to catch up on some sleep. I went to bed a little late last night, so remember to wake me up."

"Honey, do you need me to come with you?" Jennifer immediately looked eager to follow him.

Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?

"I just want to get some rest. You go ahead and do your thing."

The Grand Master already fought with Geese today, and he's not in a good mental state, so let's just forget about it.

Jennifer, being understanding, didn't press him. "Would you like me to give you a massage? I learned a few new tricks on short videos! They can help you fall asleep quickly!"

"I'll give it a try." Zhang Ailun thought for a moment and readily agreed.

Jennifer immediately put it into practice, and her technique was quite skillful. The leader thoroughly enjoyed it, lying on the Simmons mattress, feeling relaxed and drowsy, and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

Zhang Ailun stretched, took out his phone to check the time, and realized he had slept for a full six hours.

I glanced out the window and saw that my friends had already come home from get off work and were sitting around the campfire chatting and laughing.

Sig had been catching up on sleep all day and was now up, sitting outside eating a sandwich and drinking milk to replenish his energy.

Zhang Ailun washed his face to clear his head, got out of the car, and went over to ask David and Gates about their work in the wealthy area.

"It's pretty good. Sister Olivia takes good care of us, and the security personnel don't look at us with prejudice. We've agreed to go and collect the recyclables every Friday," David replied.

"That's good."

Seeing that everything was going smoothly, Zhang Ailun felt relieved and called Sieg aside to talk to him about Tommy.

"Tommy? Is that the white guy who lost his car last time and asked us to find it?" Sig recalled, also remembering the loud-voiced, burly white man.

Upon hearing about the trouble the other man had encountered, Sieg couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude. "This guy spent his whole life selling pirated records and pornographic videos, and he still got screwed over by his own people? His assets were seized by the police, and he went bankrupt? What an unlucky guy, I can't help but feel sorry for him!"

Although he spoke words of pity, his smile was very bright.

"He really said he would give us all those records worth $50,000?" Sieg asked, somewhat doubtful.

"How could this be fake? He came to us asking for help, not the other way around. Those pirated DVDs are valuable, but they're only $50,000. That's not enough to make him go back on his word."

Zhang Ailun pondered, "I guess he probably wants to get back something more valuable from the people who betrayed him, like warehouses in the city or properties in the suburbs. Those assets are far more valuable than pirated CDs!"

"These assets too? He already promised to give us that shipment. Although he didn't mention the warehouse and filming location, we want them, so why wouldn't he give them to us?" Sieg's eyes lit up.

The Beggars' Sect disciple also said, "Boss, we've already decided to do him such a big favor. Fifty thousand US dollars worth of records isn't enough to offend people. If he runs into trouble later, won't we still have to help him solve it? Why don't we just pack up all those assets as well?"

Zhang Ailun then seriously corrected their misconceptions, "Nonsense! We are legitimate businessmen who never do anything illegal or disorderly. How can you blatantly rob us? What's the difference between this kind of extortion and that of street gangsters?"

"Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money. It's enough to show his sincerity. What belongs to us will come to us on its own. What doesn't belong to us, we'll lose even if we manage to get it."

Just helping the other party out and finding that shipment will earn me a reward of $50,000. What more could I ask for?

The Beggars' Sect disciples, having received earnest instruction from their leader, became much more obedient.

Tommy arrived as promised and was overjoyed to see Zhang Ailun, who had already assembled his team and was ready to depart.

"Dude! I knew I hadn't misjudged you! You definitely wouldn't pass up a piece of meat that's practically in your mouth! It's a deal then! If you do me this favor, those $50,000 worth of records are all yours. I can help you sell them! Once I get my revenge and regain what I lost, we'll throw a proper party!"

"We're just doing this for money. We're just helping you teach your employee who betrayed you a lesson. Are you really that confident you can make a comeback? Are you trying to extort extra money from him?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Of course it's not that simple. I have plenty of ways."

Tommy didn't elaborate on the specifics, so Zhang Ailun didn't ask further. He only inquired about the background of the employee who betrayed him and the relationships among the people attending the party.

"That guy took a huge sum of money from Lanno Records and is living the high life, enough for him to eat, drink, and have fun for years. He doesn't have any connections, at most he's connected with a few lawless black guys on the street. He even has a black girlfriend. They probably don't even know I'm out of jail! Fxxk you! I'll make him pay!"

Tommy said fiercely, "What I've lost, I'll take back with my own hands!"

Zhang Ailun found his remarks amusing and didn't think much of him. The idea of ​​a loser making a comeback is no longer popular. If you're really capable, you should have been invincible from the start!

The group got into the car, and following Tommy's navigation directions, Zhang Ailun started the vehicle and drove away from the bridge cave camp.

We quickly arrived at the community using the navigation. After parking the Wrangler on the roadside, we could hear howling and loud music coming from the apartment building from afar; the soundproofing was terrible.

"This is a real party! Even the noisy neighbors would want to beat them to death!"

Tommy got out of the car and, emboldened by his master's influence, tried to knock on the door, but Zhang Ailun stopped him and gave Sieg a wink, "These kinds of professional things should be left to the professionals. You just wait on the side."

"Can I be the last one to appear? Because that's usually how the main characters are," Tommy asked.

You call yourself the protagonist?

Do you really think Tommy is making a comeback in Miami?

However, considering the $50,000 worth of goods, Zhang Ailun nodded in agreement, "Okay, since you're willing to be the grand finale, then so be it!"

Sieg went straight over and banged on the door, shouting, "Hey! Can you guys be quiet? I'm from next door! You're making so much noise I can't sleep!"

A voice responded from inside: "We're having a party! Didn't we tell you beforehand?"

"Fxxk you! Get lost! Okay? Don't bother us! Go ahead and call the police if you dare!"

Holy crap, so arrogant?

This rap accent sounds like a genuine West Coast accent; it's definitely from Black people.

"I already told you to turn the volume down." Sig knocked on the door and waved to the Beggars' Sect disciples behind him, who gathered on both sides of the doorway.

The people inside were getting impatient with the noise. A dreadlocked black man with a nose ring and lip piercing pushed open the door, looked at Sieg blocking the doorway, and pulled a pistol out of his pocket and pressed it against Sieg's forehead.

"Fuck you! I already said! We're having a party! Don't you dare bother us! Understand?"

Seeing his dazed look, Sieg knew the kid was definitely high on drugs, so he immediately raised his hands. "Hey! I just wanted to remind you guys to keep it down... Fuck you niggers!!"

A sudden kick landed on Lao Hei's chest, knocking him to the ground!

He picked up the pistol from the ground and slammed the door open.

The Beggars' Sect disciples, who had been waiting for a long time, also squeezed in and took out the weapons they carried.

(End of this chapter)