America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 241 Millionaire

"It will definitely continue to rise to $50!!"

"Listen to me! Keep going all in! If you only earn $3000-$5000 a month, when will you ever make it big? But if you seize this opportunity, you can achieve financial freedom! I've already pre-ordered a luxury car!!"

"My wife is already so happy that she wants to have our third child."

"Trading has started again! Charge!! Wait a minute! Something's not right! Something's not right!!"

"Why is it starting to fall?"

"Don't worry! It's just a technical adjustment!"

"Adjust the mud horse!!"

After reaching a peak of $39 and breaking through the $40 mark, the stock began to fluctuate. Bulls and bears clashed fiercely, and the bulls were quickly defeated. Large amounts of capital began to withdraw, and Tingke Mobile fell by 10% at a visible speed, triggering the circuit breaker mechanism.

However, many people are still buying more shares. They firmly believe this is a technical correction, simply an attempt to weed out some investors. They believe the current decline is just a prelude to a better rise!

After trading resumed, the price plummeted by 20% in an instant, giving no one a chance to sell.

"Oh shit!! Dog poop!!"

"I'm totally trapped! What do I do?"

"My house! My car! No!! God!! This is a disaster! It's a nightmare!!"

In an instant, the market panicked, and countless people began frantically selling their stocks. However, the market gave no one a chance and immediately began to slaughter them! It entered a phase of frantically exploiting retail investors and drinking their blood.

The retail investors were powerless to resist. From initial shock to anger, loss of reason, and smashing keyboards in frustration, they eventually became helpless, stunned, and numb.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

I watched helplessly as its market price plummeted from $40 to $9, getting stuck at rock bottom, before it finally stabilized.

"A scam! A blatant scam!!"

"Guys, I just received news that Tingke Mobile's senior management has been arrested due to illegal operations, their contract with the internet company has fallen through, and the company's shareholders have donated 20% of their shares to several private equity foundations engaged in charitable causes at an extremely low price, which caused the stock price to plummet instantly."

"WTF! They've abandoned all shame for the sake of making money? It could clearly keep going up!"

"What will happen to our money?"

"It's all gone, everything is gone..."

Many investors sat in front of their computers, staring blankly at the screen. The short half-day seemed like a dream.

However, the financial environment in the market changes rapidly, leaving no time for these small investors to heal their wounds. Soon, in another sector, another stock began to rise at an extremely fast pace.

"Fxxk! You're coming again? This time, I'm absolutely not going to fall for it!"

"Wow... wait, your stock price is rising like this? Is this reasonable? It's already up 30%?"

"Someone's already made enough to buy a car? Hmm, then I'll reluctantly buy one too."

Two hours later.

"Damn it, I've been trapped again!!!"

Zhang Ailun didn't care about the market's brutal slaughter, since he didn't lose money anyway. On the contrary, he seized the right time to exit and made a fortune. It just goes to show that people's fates are not the same.

In the stock market, some people make money and some people lose money every day, so why can't he be the one who makes money?

He immediately instructed Blitz to withdraw all the money from the account and donate it to the foundation.

Blitz himself also made a fortune by buying into the account. After safely exiting the market, he was all smiles and transferred all the money to the foundation's account for filtering.

The leader's net worth also skyrocketed instantly.

+15000000 USD.

The Beggars' Sect has officially announced that they're celebrating Halloween!

Thank you, Master!

"Alright, I'll give you half a day off today, but it's best not to spend too much. Think about how to handle this money, and your own assets!"

Zhang Ailun was in a relaxed and happy mood. He immediately got up, packed his things, and prepared to drive to the Sixth Street to buy all the assets he needed!

We boarded the Wrangler, left the camp, drove to the Sixth Street, passed several traffic lights, and arrived at the recycling station.

I parked on the side of the road, got out of the car and communicated with the contact person. Soon the other party came over with their people.

"Hey! Sir. Are you the one who wants to buy our recycling station?" A white man wearing glasses and a suit walked over and greeted him.

"That's right, it's me." Zhang Ailun nodded.

"Please come with us. We are staff members responsible for the commissioned sale of recycling stations. Did you book two waste recycling stations?" they asked.

"Yes."

The staff took out a key, opened the door of the recycling station, and led Zhang Ailun inside to observe the environment. It wasn't much different from Wall-E's Recycling Station and Alfred's Recycling Station.

Perhaps they were caught in such a rush that they didn't have time to escape, and there was still a jar inside.

An employee of the consignment platform explained, "The owners of these two scrap metal recycling stations were arrested on charges of engaging in illegal business and need to pay an expensive bail to be released. Most of their valuable assets have already been seized or sold. Currently, these two recycling stations urgently need to be sold off, and there are special offers available. No property taxes or purchase taxes need to be paid. The transfer documents can be signed for just $8."

He took out the documents and asked Zhang Ailun to review them.

Zhang Ailun glanced at it and saw that the conditions were basically the same as the previous two asset purchases, so he readily agreed.

"Okay, I can buy it directly for $80,000. Would you like to pay in cash or by bank transfer?" The Grand Master is now very wealthy and doesn't care about a mere $80,000.

"You can transfer that money directly to the Southern Precinct's court account, and it will be provided to the offender as bail." The staff member then provided a bank account number.

"Which judge and lawyer granted him bail?" Zhang Ailun asked curiously.

"It looks like Attorney Dave," the staff member replied, then asked curiously, "Is there anything wrong?"

"...No, not at all." Zhang Ailun was somewhat speechless.

That's fine.

This guy is really unlucky; he probably won't be able to get out either.

Even if bail is paid, the moment they leave the house, they'll probably be dragged back in.

Confess and you will be severely punished; resist and you will be severely punished.

Zhang Ailun donated the $8 in the name of the foundation, and also signed Dominic's name.

After all, it involves purchasing assets and making investments, so it's not allowed to invest in one's own name. However, Dominic doesn't need to worry about that, since the Grand Master invested in the Beggars' Sect disciples who needed help. As a homeless vagrant, Dominic can fully accept this donation.

The same principle applies to buying houses and cars. Although the leader of the Beggars' Sect cannot buy them for himself, he can donate them to his disciples and enjoy tax breaks.

The assets belong to the people!

The Grand Master only has the right to use it for 24 hours.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and notified Dominic that he had purchased two new assets for him on Sixth Street, and that he should have someone come and check them. He also reminded Dominic to contact him immediately if any major clients came to the office.

Dominic: Okay, I'll arrange for people to take over those two recycling stations right now.

Zhang Ailun: I put the key under the BYD tires in the recycling station. Remember to climb over the wall to find it.

Dominic: Okay.

After arranging things, Zhang Ailun drove to George's Pawnshop.

When he arrived, he saw a delivery truck parked outside, covered with a black cloth. Judging from its appearance, it seemed to be a private plane. Zhang Ailun parked his car on the side of the road, picked up his bag, pushed open the door and went inside. He saw four or five customers browsing and buying things in the store.

The new employees in the store were introducing themselves to the staff. It was rare to see that Old George wasn't alone. However, the employee he recruited this time was a high school boy, who was probably interning at his store.

Zhang Ailun didn't disturb them, patiently waiting in line, and took the opportunity to observe what valuable items those people were buying and selling.

I stood to the side and listened to the intern's introduction. The intern was introducing the collection to a middle-aged couple and started spouting nonsense while pointing at a vase.

"This is a precious blue and white porcelain piece that was once collected by Emperor Zaifeng of China. However, it is a replica and comes from Chinatown. Look at its exquisite patterns. It has a lot of historical charm and collectible value. If you want to buy it, it doesn't have to be $999. It can be bought for just $99.9."

The couple were immediately attracted by the price and the beautiful appearance of the blue and white porcelain, and began to bargain.

"At $99, you won't regret it! At $99, you won't be ripped off! The bottle is well-made, made of solid materials, and there's no corner-cutting. It'll also look impressive in your home."

The intern had excellent speaking skills; it was clear he had received professional training. The Grand Master seemed to see a new, unscrupulous businessman rising in the pawnshop industry—a rising star!

Turning around and arriving at Old George's home ground, I saw someone selling a medieval-style iron sword.

The seller launched into a detailed account of its provenance: "This is an execution sword used by German executioners! In the Middle Ages, people liked to take criminals to the square for trials. This sword was used by the famous executioner Grenadier, who once beheaded many European nobles. Because of a royal scandal and illicit affair, it caused a great deal of trouble, implicating many people, and almost costing the crown prince his life!"

Old George picked up the sword, examined it, and nodded. "I know a bit about history, but this is the first time I've seen something so strange. What evidence do you have that it's an execution sword?"

"I have authentication certificates, the antique dealer who bought it back then also had photos, and it definitely wasn't like this now. It was rusty and had bloodstains."

The guest produced documents as proof, which Old George examined, and he basically confirmed the authenticity of their origin.

The only pity is that it wasn't stained with royal blood, and the executioner's reputation wasn't that great. Otherwise, it would definitely be at auction today, a regular in museums.

"Since it has such collectible value, why did you sell it?" Old George asked.

The customer explained, "The reason I'm selling it is because I'm tired of my current life. I don't want to be rushing around at work every day. I'm planning to spend a lot of money to buy underwater photography equipment and a diving suit to fulfill my dreams. I also want to go gold panning! I heard that someone recently salvaged a shipwreck treasure in the waters near the port area! That's so inspiring!!"

Zhang Ailun's expression turned strange upon hearing this.

Okay, the person you're talking about is right here.

"Oh! Great idea! One of my customers was lucky enough to find a shipwreck worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Good luck!" Old George glanced at Zhang Ailun in the crowd and chuckled.

After the conversation ended, they began to haggle, with Old George giving the buyback price first.

"Although this sword has a rich history, it is an ominous blade. There are definitely not many people who want to buy it. How about $6000? That's enough to buy an underwater photography set and a diving suit."

"Don't try to fool me, it's worth at least $2," the guest said.

"Okay, $8000."

"2 US dollars," the customer insisted.

Old George gasped, scratched his head, put on a pained expression, hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Alright, perhaps my friend would be willing to buy it, $2! Deal!"

Is it because you... are you being so quick to agree?

You must have made a fortune, right?

Zhang Ailun is questioning the meaning of life.

Old George made at least $2!

The customer readily accepted the price, and old George took the ominous blade, wrote him a receipt, and paid $2 in cash.

"Sir, what would you like to sell?" Old George, having made a fortune, was in a good mood and looked at the next customer with a friendly smile.

The other person was slightly overweight, with thinning hair, and was wearing a black suit.

The other party smiled slightly: "You've definitely never seen what I'm selling before."

"Really? I'll wait and see!" Old George was even more curious.

Zhang Ailun also stopped to observe out of curiosity.

The guest took out a black bundle, which, when opened, revealed something that looked like dark, dried cured meat.

"This is a piece of Native American scalp, and also Judean circumcision tissue..."

Unexpectedly, the guest's words were astonishing, instantly stunning everyone present.

"Oh shit! Dude! I'm not taking this!! Take it away!!"

Old George stared in disbelief, a chill running down his spine. He donned a mask of pain, waved his hand, and said, "This is a pawn shop, not some prison or execution ground! A skin bank! If you want my shop to go bankrupt, and you want to see me dragged out and executed, to experience being shot in the back by Indians, then you can sell it to me!"

The customer reluctantly put it away, saying, "My ancestors were gold prospectors who participated in the Opening-up Act."

"Your whole family deserves to go to hell!"

Old George said sternly, "I'm not buying this thing. There's no market for it at all. Maybe you could try selling it online? Perhaps some extremists or Native Americans who miss their ancestors would buy it! Of course, at the same time, you'll need to prepare a coffin and a grave! The inscription on the tombstone will read 'Descendants of Sin and Punishment'! I'll lay a flower for you on Thanksgiving."

"...Buddy, I just want to make some money. You don't have to be so mean to me." The customer sullenly pulled away and turned to leave.

Zhang Ailun was also a bit overwhelmed by the noise.

No way, you'd sell anything like that? Do you really not consider Native Americans as human beings? It's not like California doesn't have Native American reservations.

And that Judean ring-cutting ritual skin fragment. What do you use it for?

Is it fun?

You have your own.

Soon it was the next customer's turn. He seemed to be a regular customer of the store, and he was very familiar with Old George. He was also an elderly man.

He immediately greeted George with a warm hug and said with a smile, "George, I've already brought over that 1961 Beechcraft V35. It's a real gem; it was even featured on the cover of a magazine in 1960, you know! It could go at auction."

"Let's go out and take a look at the goods first." Old George immediately became interested and led people out to see them. Zhang Ailun also followed them out and watched as the staff pulled back the black curtain, revealing a red and white propeller plane.

"The prototype of the aircraft first flew on December 22, 1945, and entered production in 1947. The aircraft was characterized by its distinctive V-tail and retractable landing gear, and was powered by a 165-horsepower Continental piston engine. For safety reasons, over the years, only the engine and propeller have been replaced with the same model; everything else remains original."

The customer confidently stated, "You can get it for $75000."

Old George's previously smiling face instantly darkened.

With a blank expression, he drew his Dragon-Slaying Saber and said, "40000 US dollars."

"Hiss..." Now it was the customer's turn to gasp, and he spat out, "You bastard, you're still so heartless!"

(End of this chapter)