America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 219 Foundation

The leader was chewing gum on the second floor of the villa, watching the diving activities in the swimming pool below, when new messages came in on his phone.

Zhang Ailun glanced at it and realized it was the female celebrity Amanda.

Amanda: Thank you so much for your help today, sir. I haven't even asked your name yet!

Zhang Ailun: Just call me Hamberg. Have you resolved your issue?

Amanda: Those black men have been arrested by the police, but they absolutely refuse to say who ordered them to do it. They only say they took a job on the dark web.

Zhang Ailun: I had someone check for you, and it was done by one of your fans, a netizen. This is his personal information [identity data package].

Amanda: Oh my god! Why would he do that? I'll have the police handle it! Thank you so much! Hamburg, how did you do that?

Zhang Ailun: I just know a lot more people. But you'd better not get too close to people who frequently use the dark web.

The guys on the dark web aren't exactly known for their good tempers; they're all incredibly twisted. Organ transplants, human trafficking, assassinations, and car theft are all considered legitimate businesses on the dark web!

Let me put it this way, the Grand Master knows someone whose life experience can only be compared to those perverts on the dark web, that kid is called Nezha.

What did he do? He cut off his own flesh and removed his own bones. Was that cruel?

The dark web is full of lunatics like that.

Inhuman!

The SAN value of a video from a deep network drops to zero if you only look at it for a short while.

Amanda: I will! Thank you so much! I hope we can have dinner together sometime.

Zhang Ailun: There will be opportunities.

They chatted for a while longer before saying goodnight to each other.

After Seager and Blitz finished counting the money, they came over to the leader to report: "Boss, eight hundred thousand dollars, not a penny less."

"Each of you will take 50,000 as a share of the profits. I will handle the rest of the money."

Zhang Ailun considered his available funds and found he already had $240 million. Given the current rate at which the Beggars' Gang was making money, continuing to use the Green Letter shelter as a cover and legally avoid taxes was no longer feasible.

He immediately declared, "I intend to establish a non-profit charitable foundation to raise all of my personal income to contribute to philanthropy on the West Coast!"

Sieg and Blitz exchanged a glance. Do we really have to make "legal tax avoidance" sound so appealing?

There's certainly no objection to this, since the money belongs to the Grand Master's personal assets. If a foundation is established, they can also make donations, legally avoiding taxes by transferring funds between their own pockets.

After learning about the registration process for foundations, Blitz said, "To register a private foundation, you need to raise at least several hundred thousand dollars in initial capital, and you also need to work with local charities each year to achieve a charitable contribution target of 5%-8% of your total funds."

"Isn't that easy? We have plenty of people on our team who need help. They are all homeless people, vagrants. Every year, I just need to take 8% of the money from the foundation and donate it to our people to invest in or employ them. They then use the money to spend in my store, and I donate every penny of the profits back to the foundation. That way, we can meet our targets." Zhang Ailun smiled calmly.

He had already considered how to set up a foundation to legally avoid taxes.

Pay taxes? Impossible, not even a penny.

As for the money in the charitable foundation, it cannot be invested in any assets related to its own businesses. But if the leader of the sect gives the money to the Beggars' Sect disciples, and they want to spend it in bars, can the leader of the sect stop them?

The foundation's internal rules and regulations are confidential; in other words, they are private standards. I can do whatever I want with them, and government agencies have no right to investigate!

The money belongs to the foundation. As long as it's a positive investment, you can spend it however you want. You just need to see how I achieve my targets for charitable work each year.

Otherwise, why would so many top billionaires be so keen on participating in philanthropy and investing in the pharmaceutical industry? It's all about tax avoidance and spending money legally.

They even hired high-level talents and government officials as special employees of the foundation, paying them hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, hiring protectors, and making bribery so open and aboveboard!

These are all compliant and legal matters.

He immediately sent Reina a message: "I'm planning to donate all my assets to a foundation, and I need your help with the registration process. The initial fundraising amount is approximately $100 million. The foundation will be called the Hamburger Foundation."

Reina: Does the foundation have any regulations? Where is the office located?

Zhang Ailun: You help me with the registration. We can just rent an office in any commercial area. The rent shouldn't exceed $2000 a week, since nobody really works there on weekdays anyway. As for rules and regulations, right now it's just the two of us, but maybe I'll hire Dave part-time later.

Reina: Okay! You've made a lot of money again. I think we need to meet to discuss the foundation's model and standards in detail. What do you think?

Zhang Ailun glanced at the time; it was already close to midnight. He readily agreed.

He left Sieg and Blitz to continue having fun while he drove away from the villa.

Tommy was a little confused when he saw the leader leave. "Why did he leave? The party has only just begun! There's still a lot of exciting stuff to come!"

"Our boss doesn't really like these informal gatherings; he has other things to take care of," Sieg replied.

The subtext is that they didn't find the women here attractive.

Otherwise, given the leader's personality, he would never be so bored as to come out and play on his phone. He would definitely take the opportunity to have an in-depth conversation with the other party as soon as possible.

"That's a real shame. If I have another chance next time, I'll definitely be more careful in my selection and consideration! I'll just have to make do this time." Tommy also expressed his regret.

After driving to the Green Letter Shelter, Zhang Ailun parked his car on the side of the road and sent a message to Reina.

Soon the second-floor window was opened, and Reina, dressed in a light nightgown, waved to the Grand Master and tossed the key down.

Zhang Ailun picked up the key, opened the door, and went inside. He went straight up to the second floor.

The moment they met, the other party pounced on them, straddling them like a wild beast that hadn't eaten for days, its eyes gleaming with greed.

"Didn't we agree to discuss the foundation's rules and regulations?" The Grand Master couldn't understand.

"Darling, if you want the horse to run, you have to feed it grass first," Reina said with a smile, then pulled the Grand Master into the room.

Another night of hard work and dedication.

The next day.

Zhang Ailun woke up to find the sun already high in the sky. He sighed, marveling at how terrifying women are, saying they are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties.

But today is Saturday, and the shelter is closed. No wonder they were so interested yesterday.

I took out my phone and glanced at the daily news.

[Daily News: Paradise Gate in the Kiliyad Mountains has resumed operations, hiring three suburban motorcycle gangs to carry out human trafficking. They will kidnap pedestrians and homeless people from the city streets after 10:30 PM, transporting them to the Kiliyad Mountains via the suburban mountain roads.]

These people are absolutely lawless!!

[Daily News: Wells Fargo executives in Palm Valley have selected outstanding teams, taking into account popularity within the industry. The Bowhead Whale team stood out, and they have chosen to invite the Woodpecker, Bowhead Whale, and Scorpion teams. Your capable assistant, Old Jack, is expected to be invited to participate in the online bidding process. Wells Fargo executives' expected compensation is between $300 million and $500 million.]

[Daily News: The overnight annihilation of the motorbike camp at the mountain camp has been discovered. Following clues, they found damaged vehicles and a burning textile factory, and reported the incident to the Simi Valley local police department. However, the news went unanswered. Some people, fearing exposure and retribution, chose to suppress the incident, which had no impact whatsoever.]

[Details: The people you possessed, who had been warned and learned that the Black police officer was under investigation for bribery, still chose to take the risk of trying to verify your identities, but to no avail. These included Matt Robin, FBI Vice President of the Association of Agents in Los Angeles; Black DJ and stand-up comedian Bebo; and Hollywood adult film producer Ham.]

Zhang Ailun clicked his tongue.

Why are these people so stubborn and unwilling to listen to advice?

The leader felt it necessary to intimidate them again.

He immediately picked up his phone and sent Blitz a message: Our guest doesn't seem to be listening.

Blitz: It seems so. They've been making some underhanded moves. Should I go and warn them again?

Zhang Ailun: That would be best.

Blitz took care of it immediately and sent several pictures shortly afterward.

Zhang Ailun clicked on it and saw it was a screenshot of a chat.

After being warned, the producer of the pornographic film, Ham, immediately backed down, saying that he was willing to cooperate and would never dare to do anything underhanded again.

That stand-up comedian was pretty tough; he kept talking like he wanted to self-destruct. I wonder if he'd been smoking too much and his brain wasn't working properly.

Blitz: The vice president of the FBI's Special Agents Association insisted that our people meet with him, otherwise he would not cooperate with us.

Zhang Ailun: I've never seen anyone so defiant after we've caught them red-handed. Who does he think he is? Super Agent 007? We'll just send that comedian's related video to the media for free, get it trending! We'll ruin his reputation! He'll be locked up for life!

Blitz: What about the vice president?

Zhang Ailun: Let's ignore him for now and see what happens to that stand-up comedian before we decide how to talk to him.

Blitz: OK!

After quickly handling this matter, Zhang Ailun moved on to the next intelligence report.

[Daily News: Sanji's Bar has expanded to include a new job/mission. A shipment of smuggled liquor has been seized by the local sheriff at the Spicy Manor in a small rural town and is being sold online at a low price. You can choose to sneak into the warehouse during the sheriff's break at 2:40 PM to buy it for free, or spend $5000 to purchase this batch of imported Russian vodka, which could bring you a net profit of $6.]

Sichuan Pepper Manor?

This is truly infuriating.

[Daily News: A shootout occurred last night at the 512 Hilltop Estate in the suburbs, involving a gun deal. $40 worth of South American imports were left at the scene, along with $5 in cash. A Cirrus SF50 private jet, available for sale, was also found in the hangar.]

[Details: The estate owner was a retired web assassin who angered an illegal Mexican team by embezzling a shipment of expensive South American imports. The team hired a professional group to raid the estate at night in retaliation, resulting in a fierce gunfight and explosion that left 11 people and one dog dead. The estate owner, suffering excessive blood loss, tragically died alongside his enemies. Details: Police will not be notified of the crime scene until at least three months later when they come to collect utility bills.]

Goodness. Three months later?

Their efficiency is truly appalling; by the time they arrived, it was too late!

Great. I can go find some bargains again after a good night's sleep.

Zhang Ailun got up, dressed, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then went downstairs.

As soon as I came down, I saw Reina making breakfast with great enthusiasm, humming a song. She was in a good mood and greeted the Grand Master warmly when she saw him come down.

"Honey, breakfast is ready, come and eat! I don't have to work today, so I have time to help you apply for and register the foundation, but you need to prepare the first donation in advance."

Reina was radiant and glowing.

"The funds are in the car, I'll go get them."

After Zhang Ailun finished speaking, he turned around and went out the door. He went to the armored truck parked on the side of the road. As soon as he unlocked the vehicle, he suddenly noticed that there were signs of prying on the door handle.

One glance revealed clear marks left by a crowbar, and the leader immediately cursed, "Damn it, they dare to steal an armored car?"

It's definitely the work of some black guy from the street!

Fortunately, the armored vehicle was bulletproof, and the anti-theft lock was not something an ordinary person could open. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary private car, it would be completely destroyed by now.

Zhang Ailun was a little puzzled. Weren't there not many black people left on the streets? How dare they make a move in the neutral zone?

They even dared to touch the leader's car; it's time to send the Beggars' Sect disciples to clean up the streets again!

He took his handbag from the car and stormed back into the shelter.

Dominic was given a directive: "My car got scratched. Have there been any new people on the streets near the Green Letter shelter lately? How inconsiderate! Find those people and teach them a lesson."

Dominic: Okay! I'll take care of it. There have indeed been more homeless people on the streets lately, and they even got into a fight with our people over cans, but they've behaved themselves a lot after being taught a lesson. Are you with Rena now?

Zhang Ailun: Of course, I'm about to eat the breakfast she made for me.

I sent a picture to the other party.

Dominic: You eat it. I'm going to cook now.

Putting away his phone, Zhang Ailun began to enjoy his breakfast, quickly finishing the fight.

Reina still had a cup of coffee and two candies, as if afraid of gaining even two pounds. Today, however, she had an extra piece of triangular bread, probably because she was in a better mood and her appetite had improved.

After all, only the Grand Master himself knows exactly how hard he worked last night!

After breakfast, Reina washed the dishes, changed her clothes, and then took the printed documents to the department in the city center to apply for foundation registration.

"Honey, do you need me to take you there?" Zhang Ailun asked with concern.

"No need, I have my own car." Reina put on sunglasses, wore a beige casual suit, and tied her hair up, exuding the aura of a capable and strong woman. She took her car keys and went to the parking garage to drive away.

After leaving the house, the two embraced and kissed passionately, and then went their separate ways.

Zhang Ailun got into the escort vehicle, started the engine, and drove directly to Old Pick's Auto Repair Shop. When he arrived, he saw the Beggar Clan disciples gradually taking up their posts. He circled around halfway and parked the escort vehicle in the yard.

He sent a message to Boketu, asking him to come with him to the suburbs, since there was a private jet and 40 worth of imported South American goods waiting for the leader to sign for them!

What a surprise, you even got gold coins from this stuff. The Grand Master would feel bad not taking it.

The leader has achieved what he has today entirely through his own hard work and perseverance!

He's just a garbage collector on the West Coast.

The leader also took some time to visit the assembly workshop and found that the wheels and paint of the four vehicles had been completely changed, and the license plates had also been changed. They were unrecognizable as the original vehicles.

"Boss, have the Bentley and these three cars already been ordered? According to our requirements, the other party has paid tens of thousands of dollars in deposit and needs to modify the rearview mirrors, interior, tailgate, wheels, and engine power."

The technical director reported to the head of the company: "We ordered several wheels and tailgates online, and this is the bill."

Zhang Ailun took the project list, glanced at it, nodded, and praised, "Well done! Keep up the good work! Once these cars are sold successfully, everyone will get a share of the profits!"

"Thank you, boss!"

Upon hearing about the bonus, the Beggars' Sect disciples were all smiles and worked even harder.

"If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, you can call Mark at Mike's Scrap Recycling Station, or notify Qibatu of Armed Nation. They are all professionals!" Zhang Ailun added.

One is an expert in the field of ground support and military industry. He can repair and do anything. Even if an aircraft carrier comes, he can still fix two screws. He works like a man possessed.

One is a secondhand car enthusiast who has become a car enthusiast himself! His dream is to modify aircraft carriers and rockets.

It's such a waste to leave these two unused.

(End of this chapter)