America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 195 The Sucker

[Details: The Mayweather Company's $220 million arms deal with Rockwell Air Force Base failed to materialize, and they are now preparing to sell military equipment at a bargain price, profiting from armed nations. You only need to spend $60 to buy Mayweather Company's weapons and equipment, transport the supplies to Rockwell Air Force Base, and you can receive a $60 profit. Alternatively, you can partner with street arms dealers to rob their transport vehicles; the cost is as low as a few hundred dollars for bullets and explosives, with a profit of up to $120 million!]

[Details: The manager of Red Resources is short of money due to gambling debts. He plans to secretly sell a batch of clay raw materials at a low price. You can purchase these raw materials for no more than $100,000, contact a professional private processing plant, or hire professionals to package the clay explosives at Red Resources' site within 24 hours and successfully transport them to Rockwell Military Base. You can earn at least $250,000 in profit.]

[Details: The competition for this job involves multiple arms dealers and armed organizations, making it quite challenging. If you're considering participating in Job A, you'll need sufficient firepower and financial resources.]

Zhang Ailun logged onto the Opportunity Network and glanced at the arms projects up for tender. What the hell is this?!

$100,000 for 5.56mm ammunition, $100,000 for 7.62mm ammunition, $100,000 for a grenade launcher, $200,000 for M4 and Beretta pistols, $400,000 for optical sights, grips, gun oil, and spare parts. $200,000 for complete security equipment, $100,000 for fragmentation grenades, nitroglycerin, incendiary projectiles…

This batch of weapons is scattered and completely disorganized. It's unclear what the military region intends to use them for.

It would be difficult to write a shopping list when reporting this to higher authorities, right?

It's hard to find out anything by searching all sorts of random things. Did you do it on purpose or by accident?

As soon as the bidding was announced, several armed nations subscribed and made reservations.

Among them are armed nations with three-star qualifications, but many of them are definitely in cooperation with arms dealers.

The military doesn't care where your stuff comes from. As long as it's useful and cheap, we'll buy it. Otherwise, how would the officers at the military bases make their profit?

The military budget was $1200 million, but the actual expenditure was only $155 million, mostly from a jumble of moldy, unsold stockpiled weapons from various armed nations and Mayweather's company. Just imagine.

Isn't this blatant embezzlement?

Fire loss! It's full of fire loss!!

After some thought, Zhang Ailun realized that the Thunderfire Armed Nation was simply not capable of handling such a large-scale arms transport operation. Arms worth several million dollars would be safer if transported by armed transport planes.

Using armored trucks would likely result in the entire shipment being robbed halfway there. Anyone who tries to handle ground transport would be a fool!

Nothing you can buy is as good as something you've stolen.

After careful consideration, the leader ultimately decided that clay explosives, with their lower profit margins, were the more reliable option. Let the rest go!

They should only do what they are capable of. They don't have planes or cannons, so how can they snatch food from the tiger's mouth?

This limited-time offer came at a rather unfortunate time. But it's still a premium profit!

He immediately contacted Sieg and told him to log in to the bidding opportunity website so that he could book a new time-limited escort mission.

After reading it, Sieg fell silent. He could tell at a glance that this was corruption! But there was nothing he could do. With military spending standards of tens of thousands of dollars for a bag of screws, auditors simply couldn't investigate, nor dared to. If you dared to investigate, they would send you to meet your maker.

The military base in this one region is teeming with their people. If it's in such a state, you can only imagine what it's like in other military units.

Every state acts like a military governor, with guns and great power, and even the president has to treat them with utmost respect. How can this be managed?

We've already entered the period of factional strife at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Sig: Boss, are you sure we're going to compete with those guys? They've got guns and cannons. We only have one armored transport vehicle.

Zhang Ailun: So our only target is the raw materials for that batch of clay explosives. That means hauling a batch of clay powder, ammonium nitrate, softened water, and aluminum powder from the site. There's little risk, and the profit is high! I'm already preparing to contact Red Resources! They have raw materials for sale at low prices; it only costs less than $100,000!

Sig: Okay! I love things that are risk-free and make a lot of money. Boss, wait for me to go out and recruit a few helpers. Once we have enough manpower, we can start operating. I already have suitable targets! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!

Zhang Ailun: Okay.

The Grand Master had already learned about them beforehand; they were all talented individuals who spoke eloquently, so of course he would be satisfied.

【每日情报：在你的辖区街头Y1街道夜晚22:46分会有一辆牌照号为LS-46G-8A的银灰色麵包车经过，对街上的丐帮污衣派流浪汉进行人口绑架。详细：他们会将年轻的流浪汉运输至乞力耶德山脉的天堂门进行人口贩卖差事活动，执行者是郊区的黑豹团队。】

[Details: Heaven Gate was established in the last century. The sect expanded by brainwashing its followers with claims of afterlife, fraudulently obtaining money, and has a history of mass suicides. The bishops and priests of the new Heaven Gate are madmen who firmly believe in the supernatural and extraterrestrial existence, and that primitive diets and the blood of young people can grant eternal youth. Their behind-the-scenes investor is Jehovah Priyan, a senior member of a Los Angeles charity. The Heaven Gate madmen possess a considerable private armed force in the Kilimanjaro Mountains on the outskirts of the city.]

[Details: ① Jehovah Priyan, a billionaire, owner of a private island in California, possesses a 200-strong mercenary force with heavy firepower, is an investor in the California-based non-profit organization 'Oasis,' a senior member of the 'Silhouette' Foundation, and a renowned philanthropist.]

[②: He was a bitter rival of the renowned collector Madison, with whom he had a bitter feud. Prien orchestrated the kidnapping of Madison's son and $1600 million worth of antiques by terrorists, resulting in the ship sinking to the bottom of the sea. He was known for his investments in various forms of human science research, mysticism, alchemy, and the purchase and collection of anthropomorphic figurines.]

Wow. This guy's got quite a background, doesn't he?

The original recipe?

To describe a person in such a refined and elegant way.

Zhang Ailun frowned, feeling that this philanthropist, with his private armed force and private island, was definitely a tough nut to crack, and he had no intention of going head-to-head with him.

However, the billionaire philanthropist who invested in Paradise Gate has absolutely no connection with them; they are from different social classes, so there's no need to worry too much.

Who are they, little karaomi? Billionaires wouldn't even give them a second glance; they're like ants.

On the contrary, the Black Panther team in the suburbs, you fucking kidnapped people and even kidnapped the head of the Grand Master?

Do you think you can mess with the Beggars' Sect?

Black Panther, huh? I'll fucking turn you into a dead panther tonight!

I can't beat the 200 mercenaries on Billionaire Island, I can't beat the private army of the Heaven's Gate madman in the Kilimanjaro Mountains, but I can't beat you?

When it comes to persimmons, you have to pick the soft ones!

This beam can be regarded as knotted.

Zhang Ailun just wants to play it safe and develop his strength, and then settle scores with others later. If the Beggar Clan disciples don't cause trouble, no one else should mess with them. If anyone messes with the Beggar Clan, their whole family will be sent to the crematorium!

After getting dressed, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Zhang Ailun sat in the RV, enjoying the loving breakfast Jennifer had left behind. After filling his stomach, he collapsed onto the sofa to rest. He also took the opportunity to contact the department head at Red Resources Company.

Burger King: Hello, sir. I heard you're looking to sell a batch of raw materials for clay explosives privately? I happen to have a need for that; let's discuss the price.

Supervisor Reid: Who are you? Where did you receive this message from? You've got the wrong person! If you want to purchase our company's resources or raw materials, you need to contact the sales manager, place an order according to the proper procedures, and have a legally issued document from the Firearms and Explosives Bureau. Messageing me privately won't help.

Burger King: Stop pretending, guys. Let's be frank and speak openly. I know you have a batch of raw materials for making clay explosives that you urgently need to sell at a low price to pay off your casino debts! I happen to need a batch, $3 each!

The executives at Red Company were shocked for a whole year after hearing this.

He only had this idea yesterday and was hesitating about whether to embezzle the batch of clay raw materials. He never expected that someone would use big data to pinpoint his needs today.

Is technology really that advanced now? It can even read brainwaves?

But seeing the incredibly low price offered, he was so angry that he jumped off his bed in his rented luxury apartment and started cursing loudly.

You think you can take away raw materials worth hundreds of thousands of dollars for just $30,000?! Are you even human?

The call girl next to him was also completely bewildered.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Manager Reid let out a long sigh of relief, trying to calm himself down.

He immediately replied: Listen! I don't know where you got this information from! But I would never betray my company! That's illegal! I would go to jail for it!

Burger King: You're right, buddy. You might go to jail for this, but there's also a chance you'll get away with it and use the money to pay off your debts. If you can't pay off your debts, then you'll definitely be chased by creditors! You might even pay with your life! The best-case scenario is losing your job and being kicked out. Do you want to become homeless?

Burger King: Think about your life now—pretty girls, a comfortable apartment—and then think about the future! Trash cans, sewers, Black people, drug addicts. As a white elite, are you going to associate with them?

Manager Reid hesitated, his sore spot immediately hit.

He was a white high-achieving student from a middle-class family who graduated from a prestigious university. After more than ten years of hard work, he earned an annual salary of $200,000 and lived a comfortable and glamorous life. He had an easy job during the day and could date different beautiful women at night. He had long been used to the good life. If he became a homeless person, he would definitely feel desperate about life and would not be able to survive at all!

Reid, the manager: $60,000 is way too low! I can't accept that price. I owe over $300,000! I've done everything I can to pay it off; I even sold my BMW X5. This shipment is worth at least $150,000! If you have professionals who can package, manufacture, and sell it, you could resell it for at least $300,000!

Burger King: Don't try to fool me. It's just some raw materials for making clay explosives. How could it be that expensive? How much does a single C4 explosive cost? I'll give you a maximum of $5! Otherwise, I'll tell everyone about your business.

Manager Reid: Are you threatening me?

Burger King: If that's what you think, then yes, sir! I now hold absolute power! If your boss knew you were gambling and had a mountain of debt, what do you think he would do?

Manager Reid: That damn Mediterranean guy is definitely going to fire me! Then I'm finished! But I just can't accept $50,000!

Burger King: $7, a fixed price. If possible, we can agree on a time and place, and I will bring people to pick up the goods then.

Reid, the supervisor: At least $100,000.

Burger King: $6.

Manager Reid: ? You just said 7?

Burger King: $5.

Manager Reid panicked: "Okay! Okay! Seventy thousand dollars! That's the lowest you can go! I won't ask for more, and you can't lower the price any further! Otherwise, I'll risk corruption and have to pay out of my own pocket. I'd rather be a homeless person than spend the rest of my life in prison."

Burger King: It's a pleasure doing business with you, sir. When would you like us to pick up the goods from the site?

Supervisor Reid: Are you in a hurry? This is raw material for making clay explosives, an item controlled by the Bureau of Firearms and Explosives. What are you going to do with it?

Burger King: At least we won't use it to blow up a bank vault. Don't worry, buddy, we're a legitimate and professional organization, we won't implicate you, and you'd better not ask us any more questions.

Manager Reid: Then don't say anything more about my business! It's daytime now, so I can't let you go to the site to pick up the goods. I'll contact you after dark tonight. I want the $7 in cash!

Burger King: Sure.

Zhang Ailun exited the chat window, a satisfied smile on his face.

Not bad. I got this batch of goods for less than $100,000. I'll repackage and mix it to make portable clay, and then resell it to the Rockwell military base. I can get $350,000 in transaction fees directly.

The net profit could reach $28!

Of course, the military region personnel might also heartlessly mark the purchase price as $50000 per kilogram of clay explosives.

After all, a bag of screws can cost tens of thousands of dollars!

Zhang Ailun was in a great mood, so he grabbed his gear and car keys and drove off.

Not long after, I received an anonymous call. When I answered, a familiar voice came through.

"Hello, Mr. Jin, how are you? Do you remember me?"

"Who are you?" Zhang Ailun asked, knowing the answer already.

"I'm Sadie, the leader of the Razer biker gang."

"Did you need something from me?"

"Of course, I have a business deal to discuss with you. I need your help with the transport of a shipment. I've already placed the order online, and your staff has taken over," Sadie said. "In other words, I'm your boss now!"

"You can't be our boss. At most, we're just business partners, a one-off transaction! Besides, I have no interest in transporting silicone dolls. I'm in the arms business."

Zhang Ailun said, "My employees took over the work; they will be responsible for escorting that batch of goods."

"Shit! You really did have someone investigate me! Did yesterday leave a deep impression on you? Is that why you had someone investigate me?" Sadie said with a smile, "But I don't mind if you investigate me even more thoroughly. I also really like the one-time transaction you mentioned."

"..." What nonsense are you talking about?

"My dear Juankin, isn't $6 worth the trip? I can even give you a Monica Bellucci original mold; those adult toys are incredibly popular!"

"Are you going too?"

Zhang Ailun was slightly surprised; he wasn't interested in female celebrities' molds either. What's the point of those things? They don't move.

He has no shortage of women around him.

"Unless you add more money. There's an extra fee for the employer to handle things personally, don't you know the rules?" Zhang Ailun feigned dissatisfaction.

"Then I'll add another $20,000 as your payment, making it $80000 in total, is that okay?" Sadie said readily.

"...Hmm, that's more like it."

Zhang Ailun agreed on the spot.

Even after hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

Damn, this rich woman is inhumanly extravagant.

Please place more orders with me like this in the future, thank you.

Who would turn down money for no reason? I'm just taking advantage of you and trying to squeeze you dry.

(End of this chapter)