America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 175 Ancestral Rules Cannot Be Changed

Zhang Ailun's smile faded. "So you think you're capable again?"

"Buddy, I'm not the same person I used to be! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Craig roared as he charged forward.

Seeing how arrogant he was, Zhang Ailun decided not to tolerate him and was prepared to teach him a lesson.

He dodged to the side, then threw a lightning-fast punch, striking his jawbone.

With a sharp crack, as if struck in the face by a hammer, Craig was struck dumb, his vision going black. He stumbled a few steps, then collapsed to the ground.

"Save your breath. You really think you're that good at fighting?" Zhang Ailun mocked.

Craig lay on the ground for a long time before waking up. He felt his face was swollen like a pig's head, and his eyes became much clearer. He said honestly, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have provoked you! I apologize for my impulsive words."

A passionate shouting and arguing erupted from upstairs. Soon, hurried footsteps sounded, and a disheveled woman, enraged and humiliated, stormed downstairs, turning back to yell, "You damned bastard! You should have been hit by a car when you went out! You're not a man! You piece of trash!"

Reco chased after her, yelling, "You shameless whore! Don't even think about taking a single cent from me again! I'll freeze your card!"

"Oh, I really have to thank you! You'd better really do that! Honey, what happened? Why is your face swollen?"

The woman turned her head and saw Craig sitting on the ground again. She showered him with affection and concern, which made Reco, who had come downstairs, furious.

The woman pulled Craig up, ready to leave this troublesome place. "Let's go! Let's get out of here!"

Craig awkwardly pushed her away. "You can go now. I have things to do."

"What? Are you going to dump me?" The woman was incredulous. You just said I was your only one.

Craig turned hostile, saying, "Our relationship was never meant to be a transaction. You're married, why are you dating me? Your cards are frozen, I don't get a single penny from you, what's the point of us being together?"

Enraged, the woman immediately attacked.

"Crazy woman!" Craig covered his head and ran away, driving off in his car.

Zhang Ailun watched from the sidelines, thoroughly enjoying the juicy gossip.

"I have other boyfriends. Don't think I can't live without you! I can live better without you!" The woman said harshly, then turned around, hailed a taxi, and left.

Reco's face turned ashen, and he covered his face and wept bitterly, "She has no feelings for me anymore."

Zhang Ailun patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's normal. It's your fault for not being able to satisfy her. Life isn't easy for men; you'll always have to bear a bit of being cuckolded."

"Do you have one?" Reco countered.

"I'm not married."

Zhang Ailun said with a stern face, "I've taken care of things for you. I'm leaving now. You can handle the rest yourself!"

"Isn't this still not resolved? My wife has left me!" When Reco heard that his comrade was going to abandon him and leave him to face this mess alone, he panicked.

"My target is my current girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. Helping you was just a side thing. The rest has nothing to do with me," Zhang Ailun said. "I still have work to do."

"I can pay you a fee! You take care of the rest for me!" Reco said.

"How much money can you give me? I'm not short of money. Look at that Wrangler, isn't it? It's a nice car worth $60,000," Zhang Ailun said irritably.

"What do you do for a living? Perhaps I can help you," Reco said again.

"What can you do for me? I invested in my friend's recycling center. Can you help me with that?" Zhang Ailun replied.

Reco was somewhat surprised after hearing this. "Your friend owns a scrap metal recycling station? In the southern part of Los Angeles? What a coincidence! What's your friend's scrap metal recycling station called? It must have a contract with Parker Resources, right? I'm the southern manager of Parker Resources! If you help me with this, I can help you!"

Zhang Ailun looked at him suspiciously. "Are you sure? My friend's recycling center is called Alfred."

"That's right! It is indeed a contract signed with us, but the person in charge seems to be Dominic?" Reco checked the information.

"That's my friend."

Zhang Ailun nodded. "But I only invested money in him and took a small share. Actually, I own a bar. You can look into Sanji Bar; that's my main business."

Reco indeed found out the location and qualifications of Sanji's Bar, and hurriedly said, "There's a junkyard in District Six, in a great location. If you're interested, I can transfer it to you directly! You won't have to spend a single cent! Just do me this favor and get everything sorted out."

"You said it yourself, what's the name of that scrap metal recycling station?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"WALL-E Recycling Station was originally opened by a friend of mine, and I invested in it. But my friend switched careers halfway through and went into gold mining, so he quit. A lot of people want this recycling station! It's located in a prime area of ​​District 6! The District 6 police precinct and market administration are just two streets away. Unless you have a lot of connections, it's impossible to operate a business there!"

Reco finally found his confidence and said sincerely, "How about it? If you help me with this, I can help your friend expand his business! I know a lot of people in this industry!"

"Okay!" Zhang Ailun pretended to ponder for a moment, then readily agreed. "As long as I get things sorted out for you, we'll sign the contract!"

He then mocked, "Buddy, even if you know a lot of people, it doesn't change the fact that you're a coward. What's the use of money and career if a man can't even conquer a woman?"

"...You're absolutely right, I am a coward." Reco was dejected, feeling like he was about to break.

Zhang Ailun patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay. I can teach you a set of exercises. You can practice them in your spare time. I guarantee it will improve your abilities and reduce inflammation and pain."

"Really!?" Reco was taken aback.

"Standing facing a wall in meditation can effectively correct your hunched posture and sexual function. I don't usually tell this to just anyone."

This is a secret technique held by the Grand Master.

"It was Bruce Lee who passed it on to Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan to Sylvester Stallone, Stallone to Ti Lung, Ti Lung to my coach, and then to me!"

"You must hand it over to me!!" Although Reco didn't know how to dissect Nice's fasting method, he had heard of so many big stars, so it must be extraordinary.

"Get in the car."

Zhang Ailun left the motel immediately. It would be shameful enough for a grown man to be crying loudly at the door.

He started the Wrangler, signaled Reco to follow behind, and went straight to the poor neighborhood where Old Black and Reco's wife lived. They must have gone to stay with Old Black, the basketball coach.

Before long, we arrived at the community where Lao Hei lived. There wasn't even a security guard standing at the entrance, no garden, no gym, no swimming pool, but there was a huge basketball court.

As luck would have it, the community's can recycling program was overseen by the community leader, and we even saw a Mexican guy selling chicken wraps on the roadside.

Zhang Ailun parked the car on the side of the road, and Lei Ke got out as well, asking suspiciously, "This seems to be a predominantly Black neighborhood, doesn't it?"

"Your wife is right here. Didn't she say she had other boyfriends and wasn't planning on relying on you?" Zhang Ailun took out his phone and showed him the black man's identification information. "He runs a basketball club for enthusiasts in the community, basically just an open-air plaza, but a lot of people sign up and pay fees. You can call your wife now!"

Reco immediately did as instructed, calling his wife to come out and talk to her. When she answered, she was very impatient, saying, "Don't bother me! I've found my own place! Let's get a divorce!"

Reco replied firmly, "With that black man? If you want a divorce, I can agree, but I won't give you a single penny! Because I already have evidence of your infidelity!"

"Do you have to make this scene? Why can't you just leave me alone?" the wife asked.

"I'm already at the community basketball court," Reco said. "We can settle this now! It's either divorce or getting back together!"

Upon hearing this, the other party promptly hung up the phone.

Zhang Ailun was speechless. Seriously, buddy, the other person cheated on you, and you're still thinking about getting back together?

"You don't have some deadly secret that she has over you, do you?" Zhang Ailun asked suspiciously.

"Actually, it's because of a house registered in her name," Reco explained. "That house was bought for our first child, but because I worked overtime and rarely came home, I didn't take good care of her, and she unfortunately miscarried. After that, she couldn't conceive again, and our relationship became strained. I've always felt I've wronged her. But what she's done now is too much! I want a divorce!"

"I see," Zhang Ailun said, indicating his understanding.

Soon the other party arrived with Old Black. The basketball coach, who was 1.9 meters tall, burly and broad-shouldered, said with a stern face, "So you're the ones who came to cause trouble on my turf?"

"Your territory? Did you pay to build this basketball court? If you call it, will it answer you? I could say it's my territory."

Zhang Ailun didn't tolerate him at all. Although the leader also poached people's partners, he always only got close to them physically but not in their lives. He never intentionally caused trouble for others. You old black man really don't follow any rules!

The Black coach said with displeasure, "Where are you from? So arrogant, buddy, do you want to fight me one-on-one?"

"Who do you think you are? There's no need to go to all that trouble. How many people can you call?"

Zhang Ailun immediately took out his phone and sent a message to the nearby Beggar Clan members, saying, "If you can call more people than I can, I won't come to this community anymore. If not, you'd better behave yourself and get as far away as possible."

Old Hei laughed in anger, "Oh? You think you know more people than me? Dude! You've really bitten off more than you can chew!"

He immediately took out his phone and started calling for backup. Before long, seven or eight trolls playing basketball came running over.

"Hey! You're the one causing trouble on our turf?"

"Get out of here, okay? We don't want to beat you up; this is a basketball court."

Seeing that there were many of them, Zhang Ailun praised them, saying, "Buddy, you know a lot of people."

"Then you'd better be smart and leave!" The black coach put his arm around the white woman. "Honey! Don't worry! These people have no idea who they've messed with!"

Looking at his wife's happy smile, Reco felt a pang of disappointment. "We'll get a divorce when we get back!"

"No need, we can sign the divorce papers now! I'm ready! I don't need that shabby house anymore." The wife readily agreed.

Reco laughed in exasperation. "Fine! This black guy is way better than me? Right?"

"Of course, I'm happier with him in a single day than I've been with you for decades!"

The Black coach smiled smugly: "I can tell you're a piece of trash."

The wife also said, "Actually, I was already pregnant when we were together!"

Reco asked incredulously, "You're pregnant?"

The Black man was instantly bewildered, releasing his grip as if he'd been electrocuted. "What? You said you're pregnant? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Honey, I wanted to give you a surprise!" the wife said shyly.

"What a terrible surprise!"

Old Black became increasingly agitated, bursting into a tirade: "You're pregnant and you still come to me? Who knows whose bastard is that! Fuck you! I don't want to take responsibility! This has nothing to do with me!"

After saying that, he turned around and tried to leave with his people.

The wife was stunned, and angrily chased after him, yelling, "You bastard! What do you mean by this?"

"Don't touch me! Why do you think I'm with you? Of course, it's for your money! You're so ugly! And your body is terrible too!"

The Black coach bluntly replied, "But you're broke now, pregnant with who-knows-whose child, and you still want to cling to me? Don't be ridiculous, I'm not an idiot! Get lost! We're done."

With a gloomy expression, he shook off his hand and was about to leave in a hurry.

Zhang Ailun also felt that this matter had become a bit outrageous, but it was also in line with Lao Hei's style.

It's a tradition for Black people to not have fathers; the ancestral rules cannot be changed.

But the Beggars' Sect disciples had already gathered here; how could they allow him to show off and then run away?

"Boss, who messed with you?" The Beggars' Sect disciples arrived wielding their dog-beating sticks; only about twenty people came in a short time. But that was enough; each of them could spit on that old black man to death.

Zhang Ailun pointed at the bewildered Black man, "Teach this irresponsible scumbag a lesson. Don't kill him; paralysis would be good enough. Let him spend the rest of his life bedridden and on liquid food. He likes playing basketball? Make sure he never plays basketball again!"

Got it, pick the egg.

The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately swarmed forward, pinned Old Black to the ground, and dragged him into the pitch-black alley.

Old Black panicked, "I was wrong! Shit! Help! Please spare me!! Ouch..."

Hearing the old black man's painful howls, Reco turned and left, leaving behind a harsh threat, "We'll go back and sign the divorce papers! You had an affair and got pregnant with someone else's child! You'll leave with nothing, not a single penny!"

"No! I was wrong! I'll get an abortion right away." The wife also came to her senses and realized that only her husband was the best person for her.

"You don't just know you're wrong. You know your life is over." Reco was determined to divorce her and drove off without waiting for any advice.

After Zhang Ailun taught Lao Hei a lesson and dispersed the Beggar Clan disciples, he left the community and followed Lei Ke to the beach in Santa Monica.

Reco got out of the car, lit a cigarette, watched the tide rise and fall, and sighed, "What a messed up life. But I'll be free from now on."

"Don't forget the contract," Zhang Ailun reminded him.

"Sign! Sign it now! After signing the contract, I still need to sign the divorce agreement!" Lei Ke took a deep drag of his cigarette, took out the transfer agreement from the car, closed his eyes and signed it without saying a word, and handed it over to Zhang Ailun for review.

Zhang Ailun took the photo and sent it to Dave. He received a reply a few minutes later. After Dave examined the document and found no problems, he readily signed it.

"OK, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

(End of this chapter)