America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 184 Profit Sharing

The next day.

Zhang Ailun woke up in the VIP room of the mountaintop villa, feeling refreshed.

I took out my phone and glanced at the headlines in Little Rock. Sure enough, it mentioned yesterday's casino robbery, which involved more than a dozen robbers!

Heavily sinful!

I opened the daily news report again to check the latest updates.

[Daily Update: Your Old Pick Auto Repair Shop's three luxury cars have been fully modified. The employer has paid a deposit, and the cars need to be delivered to the designated location in batches for the transaction.]

[Daily Intelligence: The owner of Armed Nation on West Street is consigning a gun shop. It includes heavy weapons authorization, sourcing channels, and trading licenses, plus a small hangar at a suburban airport. You can buy it at a very low price; you'll need to go talk to him about it.]

[Daily News: Mark at Mike's Modification Shop has already modified your SGS2-33 two-seater glider, and you can pick it up anytime.]

[Daily News: Under your orchestration, the Layton brothers launched a retaliatory crackdown on black-owned custom shops and tire shops in the suburbs of Little Rock, forcing them to close down. Little Rock police intervened in the investigation, but the Layton brothers paid to appease the authorities, and the local police department chose to suppress the news to avoid public outcry.]

[Daily Intelligence: The $2600 million casino loss in Little Rock has caused a sensation. Insiders reveal that the Bowhead Whale organization orchestrated the entire operation. Your increased attention and notoriety have drawn the attention of insiders to the Bowhead Whale organization, and new business may come your way. Details: Philippine shareholders offered a bounty on the black market in retaliation against the Bowhead Whale. Onsa shareholders used their connections to resolve the matter. They will launch a series of retaliatory actions against each other in the coming days, but this will not affect your lives.]

Zhang Ailun seemed lost in thought. He put away his phone, got dressed, washed up, picked up a bunch of crystal grapes from the table, and ate them as he went out.

When they went downstairs, they found that old Jack and old El were there, but Sig and Bailey hadn't gotten up yet.

Last night, Sieg broke his vow and must have had a great time! The Grand Master saw several fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged female models dragging Sieg upstairs last night. But as the saying goes, "No land is overgrown, only oxen die from exhaustion," and this kid was probably exhausted too.

This is much more tiring than masturbating.

The shareholders of Onsa Casino had already tallied yesterday's profits and settled the cash accounts for them; stacks of US dollars were laid out on the table.

The equity ownership and profit-sharing agreement was stolen, and it could have been renegotiated and drafted to resolve the matter privately. However, their unilateral and shameless behavior of refusing to recognize the Filipino shareholders' profit-sharing rights pushed the monkey to its limit.

But this has nothing to do with bowhead whales. The other party doesn't even know who's in the organization. They probably think there are really more than a dozen people.

All told, Bowhead Whale only has Old Jack left now. Old El and his grandson Maiko are just candidates. After this job, they'll retire and live a carefree life. Who knows when the next job will be?

Old Jack was smoking in the lobby when he saw the Grand Master get up and come downstairs. He greeted him warmly, "How was your time last night? My God, I could hear the models screaming from two rooms away! You're amazing! You've got a bit of my style in my youth!"

"You mean, you had nine inches when you were young? Enough for an hour of friendly matches?"

Zhang Ailun joked, walked over and sat on the sofa, playing with a stack of US dollar bills.

That's over a million US dollars!

Money that an ordinary person couldn't earn in a lifetime. It's all laid out on the table, all theirs.

Old Jack said sullenly, "Nine inches? An hour? Dude, even if I were on drugs, I couldn't last that long. You're a real beast. What did you eat to grow up like that? This morning when I went out, I saw those models struggling to walk downstairs and onto the plane."

Little Mouth finally got to enjoy the foreign-style sausage to her heart's content.

"How much money is there in total?"

Zhang Ailun didn't want to waste time arguing with him, so he turned to look at the money on the table and asked.

"It's a total of $1.6 million! Because we brought them over $10 million in cash yesterday, plus that even more valuable equity qualification, they're naturally happy to give us more dividends," Old Jack said. "But don't forget that I get 30% of the dividends."

"Didn't you only want 300,000?" Zhang Ailun asked in surprise. "With this money, you could retire completely."

Old Jack said without changing his expression, "What 300,000? Did I say that? What can that little bit of money do? I've made so much money this time, of course I want to take advantage of my youth and ability to run and jump to earn more for my retirement! Relying on my good-for-nothing son to support me in my old age, I might as well jump into the river and drown myself right now!"

"It seems your family relationships aren't very harmonious." Zhang Ailun already knew about Old Jack's family connections. Although he was a typical family-oriented man who deeply loved his family, he had a rebellious son, a disobedient daughter, and a wife who often argued with him.

Because of some past experiences, they had a falling out and had long since separated, but they managed to get by, and Old Jack was not cheated on.

It looks somewhat similar to the family background of a certain deceased person.

Needless to say, Old El is determined to take the money and retire.

His grandson, Maike, was also very wise. The two of them planned to take the money and go back to the countryside to rent a ranch to raise cattle and sheep.

"Okay, then good luck." Zhang Ailun began the official profit-sharing process, handing over $48 to Old Jack. "This is your 30% share!"

Old Jack chuckled and pocketed the money, stuffing it into his briefcase.

He then allocated another $40 to old El and his grandson Maiko, saying, "This is your 25% share of the profits!"

The two readily accepted, as this was 5% more than the originally promised 20%.

Zhang Ailun looked at the remaining $72 and smiled: "This remaining money belongs to my team. Do you have any objections?"

"No, I'm already satisfied. After all, your people really put in a lot of effort; otherwise, the two of us alone would have had a hard time getting the 120 million bonus! We'd still have to share the profits with the others. We've already exceeded our performance target!"

He originally only intended to earn $30 and then stop, but he ended up earning $48. What more could Old Jack possibly want?

Old El and his clever grandson Maiko had nothing to say; they took the money and prepared to leave.

After saying goodbye to the two men, I said, "We're leaving now. Hope to see you again sometime. It was a great working relationship, guys! Come visit our small-town ranch for a glass of freshly squeezed milk sometime!"

"There will be opportunities." Zhang Ailun and Old Jack went out to see the people off, watching Old El and his grandson get into the off-road vehicle arranged by the employer, go down the mountain, and be sent to a small town in the countryside of Los Angeles.

Back in the villa, Zhang Ailun began to arrange the funds.

$72 seems like a lot, but the leader still had to give Blitz a generous bonus. After all, he had done a lot of behind-the-scenes work, and without his skills, they would have had a hard time getting things done. After the bonus was distributed, there wasn't much left.

In terms of the team's total revenue, he planned to give Blitz $25, Bailey $12, Seager $12, and himself $28, and set about investing this dividend in gun shops and hangar arms reserves.

The current leader's assets are $579,809!

This doesn't even include other potential gains; becoming a millionaire isn't that far off.

"The owner of the hilltop villa left early this morning in his private jet. Now it's just the few of us left. So, what do you want to do? Stay here for a few more days, or do you want to leave in their car?"

Seeing that Zhang Ailun was still considering the internal profit-sharing issue, and that Sieg and Bailey had also gotten up and come downstairs, Old Jack asked a question.

"We have other things to take care of, so we're not going to stay here any longer," Zhang Ailun replied.

Upon seeing Sieg and Bailey approach, he waved them over to collect their share of the bonus, saying, "This is your share!"

"So much money!" Bailey was stunned, beaming with joy as he held his share of the profits. "Thanks, boss! I'm rich!!"

"When you get back, give this money to Blitz as well." Zhang Ailun handed another sum of money to Sieg, asking him to pass it on to Blitz for you.

"We need to finalize the gun shop matter as soon as possible. I'll make time to go and talk to the owner of Armed Nation after I get back today. Also, the modified vehicles in our shop are all ready, and the employer is coming to pick them up today."

"Okay!" Sig accepted the money and readily agreed.

"How was your day?" Zhang Ailun teased. "Those European models and actresses should have been more to your liking, right? You're up so late today, you must have stayed out all night!"

"Very moisturizing."

Pele commented, "No wonder she's a female model; her legs are longer than my life."

Sieg felt a little embarrassed and honestly said, "The smell is a bit strong. It's alright, anyway. I don't really like this kind of money-for-sex transaction."

What kind of taste are you referring to?

Detailed.

"Alright, then I won't take you to these kinds of events anymore, since you're so self-disciplined," Zhang Ailun said regretfully.

"No way! Actually, participating once in a while is quite nice." Sig was getting a little anxious.

"Hehe, I knew you were a closet pervert." Zhang Ailun said meaningfully, having already seen through everything.

The group had breakfast at the villa and enjoyed the mountaintop scenery for a while. Yesterday, it was already dark when they arrived, and they were too busy studying nude art with the female models and celebrities to see anything else. Now they realized the view from the mountaintop was actually quite nice.

The surrounding environment was also quite suitable for murder and body disposal.

He then took out his phone and contacted Blitz again, informing him of the amount of his share of the profits and the matters he needed to handle that day.

Blitz: When are you guys coming back?

Zhang Ailun: It will be noon at the earliest.

Blitz: Then I'll arrange the time to go and make the deal with the employer.

Zhang Ailun: OK.

He contacted Mark again.

Zhang Ailun: Have you fixed my glider?

Mark: How did you know I'd already got it sorted out? I was just about to contact you when I had some time. [The glider picture] looks pretty good, right? But I haven't had anyone test drive it yet. When do you have time to come here and pick it up?

Zhang Ailun zoomed in on the picture to examine it closely. The red and white glider had a pristine interior, clear glass, and a gleaming shine, looking brand new; it even appeared to have been waxed. Did you really treat it like a used car and have it serviced?

He praised, "That's good. Once I've sorted out the storage issue, I'll take it away."

Mark: Then you'd better hurry up. The storage problem is very simple to solve. Just remove the wings and put them in the warehouse. Do you want to buy a hangar to store them?

Zhang Ailun: Maybe I'm considering buying a hangar?

mark:……

Damn. Are you some kind of Versailles?

Mark: Yesterday, someone interested in it asked about the price and offered $15000 to buy it.

Zhang Ailun: That's too low. My target price is at least $18000 to $20000.

Mark: You won't find those high-quality customers here. Glider enthusiasts don't come here to look at used cars; you'll have to find someone to sell them yourself. Parts of the tropical region of Las Vegas are more suitable for gliding, and glider competitions are frequently held there.

Zhang Ailun: Don't worry, I'm a professional at selling things!

Having made the arrangements, the Grand Master prepared to leave with his men.

I took my gear from the trunk of the Toyota Highlander I'd gotten for free yesterday. I'll just leave this old car here and not take it with me. The Little Rock license plate is a bit too conspicuous, so leaving it here for someone to dispose of is the best option.

They got into the car their employer had arranged. The driver, also white, greeted Old Jack outside, "Aren't you coming back with us?"

"I'm planning to stay here in peace and quiet for a couple of days," old Jack said. "My family affairs are a mess, and I'm still figuring out how to handle them, so you don't need to worry about them."

"Okay, if there are any more money-making opportunities or missions in the future, I'll have Blitz contact you."

Zhang Ailun rolled up the car window, and after Sieg and Bailey got in, he signaled to the driver to start the car, "Drive, to Los Angeles."

The white driver nodded, started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the hilltop villa, following the bumpy road to the highway.

The journey was smooth sailing. Yesterday, all the highways were temporarily closed. They were determined to catch the bandits, but today they couldn't wait to reopen them all as if nothing had happened. They really know how to play the game!

After passing through several small towns and refueling at gas stations, we drove back to Los Angeles. It took about two hours to successfully return to the city.

Zhang Ailun got off the bus midway, parting ways with Sieg and Bailey, and walked to Old Pick's auto repair shop on his own.

When I arrived at the store, I saw three luxury cars with brand-new license plates parked in the yard. They looked sleek and shiny, with sharp edges and corners, exuding the aura of luxury cars.

The Beggars' Sect disciples in the shop greeted their leader warmly upon his arrival.

The former Beggar Clan's Dirty Clothes Sect disciple, now the technical director of Old Pick's Auto Repair Shop, rushed over and introduced the three cars to the leader. "Boss, the Maserati Quattroporte has had its wheels, rearview mirrors, and brake discs modified. The customer also requested a retractable rear wing, which cost $2400 from the sourcing channels."

"The other party is willing to pay $86000 for this car and has already paid a $4000 deposit. We also used this money to purchase the car."

"Another group was willing to spend $56000 to buy a Chevrolet Camaro. They modified the color and adjusted the valves and exhaust. The total cost was $2000."

"The Corvette has had its tires and sun tint installed, along with carbon fiber interior panels and a new sky blue paint job, costing a total of $2600. The other party is willing to pay $70000 for it."

"Excluding our $7000 modification costs, the three vehicles can be sold for $205,000! After covering our team members' daily wages, utilities, and tool wear and tear, we can make a total profit of $200,000!"

Zhang Ailun smiled with satisfaction after hearing this, "Well done."

He took out his phone and contacted Johnson and Melvin, asking them to come and drive to meet with the out-of-town customer.

(End of this chapter)