America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 280 Royal Tycoons

After piloting the plane back to Los Angeles Airport, Bailey was responsible for refueling the private jet and driving it back to the suburban hangar for storage. Zhang Ailun then took a car back to the Newport Villa.

His friends were already asleep by this time, so he just greeted Sieg, tidied up quickly, and went upstairs to rest.

Silent all night.

The next day.

Zhang Ailun woke up from his sleep, stretched, and felt refreshed. He took out his phone to check the time and saw that the sun was already high in the sky. Jennifer and the others should have already gone to work.

After getting up, dressing, and washing up, I went downstairs and saw the food laid out on the dining table. Sig and two Beggar Clan disciples were also eating.

Seeing the leader come downstairs, he greeted him warmly, "Boss, come and eat quickly, breakfast is freshly heated up."

Zhang Ailun greeted the others, sat down at the dining table, drank a glass of milk, and then took out his phone to check the daily news.

[Daily Intelligence: Your friend Madison's fireworks party on his private island turned into a disturbance in the early hours of last night. The CIA raided the island and arrested shareholders of Blue Pharmaceuticals, suspected of illegal operations and selling prohibited drugs. Madison himself was taken to Los Angeles by the CIA on charges of harboring a criminal, but he will not face long-term imprisonment.]

[Daily Intelligence: Your friend Colonel Wood, nearing his reassignment and retirement, urgently needs to sell seven Black Hawk helicopters from a military base. However, the CIA's unannounced visit last night has put him under the scrutiny of FBI investigators, who suspect him of illegal operations and underground arms deals. The FBI has deployed auditors to a small town near the military base to secretly investigate Colonel Wood's private transactions, deciding to arrest and indict him after his retirement. You can choose to visit Colonel Wood to conduct the transaction and offer him some assistance.]

[Daily Intelligence: The international fraudster you apprehended is currently undergoing labor reform in the Kilimanjaro Mountains and is in good condition. You might be able to inform the Central African royal family and offer them the fraudster who has tarnished their reputation. You might receive some random reward, such as shipping containers from the Central African Republic to the west coast or cash.]

[Daily News: Parker Corporation has a new contract campaign order. A waste recycling center has 100 tons of high-quality electronic waste to process. The prices are: old cable boxes $0.19 per pound, old computers $0.25 per pound, landline phones $0.16 per pound, printers $0.03 per pound, and large-screen LCD TVs and monitors $7.5 per pound. Among the items are valuable pieces: adult videotapes produced by Playboy Pictures between 1960 and 1989, featuring famous actresses Kelly Trump and Lisa Ann. These will likely be sought-after by wealthy collectors.]

[Daily News: Alfred and several recycling centers have recycling jobs available. Several clients are preparing to sell a nuclear reactor power unit that they have kept in their private storage for many years, a small private satellite developed by Mayweather's company in conjunction with Rocket Lab, and an Imirak stony-iron meteorite.]

Dude. You're selling nuclear reactors? And you're using them to generate electricity?

If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were a talented guy from Florida!

Zhang Ailun couldn't understand it, but he was greatly shocked. He searched for small private satellites again and found that they were indeed quite impressive. Wealthy people, in order to protect their personal privacy, generally choose to launch their own private satellites. The law also allows commercial companies and individuals to send private satellites into orbit, but they need to apply for a license from the FCC. After the FCC approves the application, they can launch their own private satellites.

[Daily Intelligence: A private resistance force in Tijuana launched a confrontation early last night, using bombing drones and Little Bird attack helicopters purchased from the Thunderbolt Nation. The operation resulted in the deaths of 14 high-ranking members of the drug cartel, with 167 casualties remaining. At the cost of 6 casualties, 7 military vehicles were destroyed, and supplies, drugs, and various weapons and equipment were seized. The cartel's operational sites were also destroyed, significantly boosting morale.]

Zhang Ailun put away his phone, finished his fried eggs and bread, solving his breakfast problem, and left the dishes for Sieg to wash. He asked the others, "Where did Zorro go? Has he already gotten up and left?"

"No, that guy is still sleeping. He's a gambler and an alcoholic. He thought Sanji Bar was too formal and the games weren't exciting enough, so he went to play games at underground casinos and clubs in the suburbs and small towns. He didn't get back until early yesterday morning, even later than us."

Sieg said speechlessly, "This isn't Laredo. I suspect this guy wants to gamble his life on Russian roulette."

"Don't worry about him, he's tough as nails. Just make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."

Zhang Ailun didn't care much after hearing this. After resting for a while, he took out his phone and sent a message to the Beggars' Sect disciples in the Kilimanjaro Mountains, asking them to pack up those old black men and send them back to their hometown.

They found Blitz and asked him to contact the wealthy royal family in the Central African Republic and send them an email with their greetings.

Blitz quickly settled the matter and formally informed them that he had recently arrested several fraudsters in Las Vegas who were posing as wealthy people from Central Africa. The fraudsters even tried to travel to Malaysia to continue their scams, but fortunately, they were stopped.

The Central African royal family and wealthy individuals were also very angry: What did they do?

Blitz: They colluded with the casino owners to set a trap, deliberately losing money at the casino and mortgaging counterfeit goods to pawnshop owners, causing them to go bankrupt. They were swindled out of at least tens of millions of dollars.

A wealthy royal from the Central African Republic: Dude, I'm asking how much money they lost that required them to pawn something?

Blitz also felt that their focus might be different from that of ordinary people.

You don't care about them impersonating others to scam money, but instead you care about how much money they lost?

Blitz: They lost at least 40 million and owe the casino 20 million in debt.

Central African royal billionaires: Only 60 million? Only 60 million? 60 million and they're selling off their assets? Oh shit! This is an insult to us!! We would never sell our assets for 60 million. We can easily buy a private jet for over 500 million dollars! Where are they? I'm going to teach them a lesson!!

Zhang Ailun was also taken aback.

Although I know you guys are very rich and have huge family wealth, you guys are just too powerful.

A wealthy individual from Central Africa expressed anger because the other party was involved in a scam and didn't spend enough money.

If the other party spends a lot, do they still feel proud?

This is probably the thought process of truly wealthy people.

A wealthy member of a Central African royal family stated that although he cannot compare to the oil tycoons of the Middle East and has indeed declined in recent years, his family still has some wealth. Private grasslands, large villas, and gold mines are all standard operating procedures for him.

Let alone tens of millions, even if you lose hundreds of millions of dollars, you won't get angry at all; it won't bother you.

Short of money? Just hire someone to mine for diamonds.

Central Africa is indeed very poor, but it is the poor at the bottom of society that are poor. What does it have to do with their royal families and the rich?

They have tons of money!!

Zhang Ailun seemed to see the swagger emanating from the African man. He immediately instructed Blitz to tell the other party that the fraudsters were doing well with them and could be airlifted or sealifted to them for signature at any time, but the cost would need to be paid.

A wealthy businessman from Central Africa said: "We happen to have a shipment of seafood that needs to be transported to Los Angeles. You can contact our shipping staff in Los Angeles and send the people to them. We can pay you a fee. We'll also give you a small gift."

Blitz: This is the official website of our Hamburger Foundation. You can choose to support our charitable work.

A wealthy businessman from Central Africa said: "The lives and deaths of white people on the West Coast have nothing to do with me. Are there any black people from Africa among the homeless people you support?"

Blitz: Of course! Regardless of race or skin color, we provide charitable assistance and support to anyone in need. We've already helped hundreds of homeless people find jobs!

A wealthy Chinese businessman from Central Africa said: "I admire your approach and will support you."

Then, a dozen minutes later, the leader received a charitable donation from the Central African region.

I glanced at it, and it said $100 million?

Okay, okay, it has to be you guys.

But is this $100 million just for beggars? Do they think the leader is broke?

You spoke so arrogantly, I thought you'd found a powerful patron, but it turns out you guys are so unreliable.

These black guys are definitely unreliable. To be honest, they're just average.

(Put the money in his pocket and pull up his pants)

Fortunately, the other party also prepared to give them a warehouse container as a gift, but what good things could a container from Central Africa have? Local specialties?

These days, maritime trade isn't common anymore. Zhang Ailun put away his phone, immediately called Sieg and the Beggar Clan disciples, and they got into a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, heading to the southern port area of ​​Los Angeles to meet their counterpart.

Before long, they arrived at the southern port. Zhang Ailun used the contact information left by the wealthy man from Central Africa to contact the person in charge of the shipping and warehousing. The Beggar Clan disciples also escorted the person over from the Kilimanjaro Mountains.

"These are the international fraudsters; we haven't treated them badly."

Zhang Ailun handed the goods over to the staff of China-Africa Shipping. The staff member was also a black man. After confirming his identity, he immediately waved and escorted the man onto the ship. Then, he led the leader and several others to their F2 warehouse area.

Upon opening the warehouse door, one finds numerous containers inside. Lao Hei, the warehouse manager, explains, "These are rare items we transported from the Central African Republic. We had an agreement with the buyer, and the payment was made, but they failed to pick up the goods on time. You can choose one of these warehouses to take with you; whatever is inside is yours."

"That's great, but I'm not sure what's inside. Can't you give me a heads-up beforehand?" Zhang Ailun said. "What if there are contraband items or bombs inside?"

"The items inside are mostly the same; there are no dangerous goods as you might imagine, otherwise they wouldn't have been transported here," the Black manager said, pointing to the blue container. "These should contain some medicinal herbs with extractable value, as well as some common mountain delicacies and seafood. We run a legitimate cargo transport business. There's no way there could be any contraband."

Zhang Ailun glanced at them a few times and immediately picked a red container at random. "That's it."

Sieg took the pliers from the staff, pried open the lock, and an indescribable smell wafted out.

Zhang Ailun glanced around and noticed that the wooden crate was filled with vacuum-sealed plastic bags. He picked up an unfamiliar object and asked疑惑地问道, "What's this? Tree bark? Grass roots? Honeysuckle?"

"Sir, these are really good stuff: Angolan tree bark, Kenyan white tea, wild sea cucumber, and fish maw," the Black manager patiently explained.

"What use would I have for this thing?" Zhang Ailun shook his head and threw it back, intending to let Sieg and the others deal with it later.

"It can enhance sexual performance."

Old Hei then added, "People in our area basically drink water infused with Angolan tree bark. They drink it from childhood to adulthood. After drinking it, they can play games with two women at the same time without feeling tired, for at least an hour at a time. The wealthy people here also choose to buy this product; a bag of tree bark costs at least a thousand dollars."

Zhang Ailun immediately changed his expression. Looking at the box full of tree bark, he acknowledged its function and value, saying, "I think this stuff is pretty good, so I'll take it."

He immediately waved his hand, instructing Sieg and his men to transport the goods onto the bread truck and deliver them to the Newport Villa.

Just then, the Grand Master was preparing to take care of his health, and this health supplement came at the perfect time, like icing on the cake.

"What is this again?" Zhang Ailun opened another wooden box, glanced at it, and found that it was actually dark crocodile skin.

There's also a fluffy lion's head blanket, eight African elephant tusks, and several geoduck-like reproductive organs.

"These should be local specialties ordered by customers: lion fur, as well as cheetah and elephant reproductive organs, including ivory," Lao Hei explained. "These are all genuine African wild crocodile skins, of excellent quality, suitable for making wallets and backpacks. Lion fur can be used to make carpets, and many customers are willing to place orders for them; the market price is not cheap. This is from hunting in legitimate private grassland hunting grounds, so it's legal to trade it. As long as it can be transported here from the port, it's not illegal."

"..."

If you really want to know, it has to be you guys.

This thing is always a bestseller, but most of the time it's expensive but unavailable.

Zhang Ailun readily accepted the offer and let Sieg take it back to his home as a keepsake.

The difference between illegal and legal is, in reality, no difference. One is labeled as privately raised and sold exclusively to the wealthy; the other is wild and needs protection, but isn't it still wild in essence?

It couldn't have been born from an old black man, could it?

After loading everything from the warehouse onto the truck, Zhang Ailun chatted with the black supervisor for a few words, then waved goodbye and turned to leave the port area.

After driving back to the villa, the leader immediately instructed Sig to open the Angolan tree bark, grind it into powder, and mix it with fish glue and other aphrodisiacs to make a decoction for consumption, in order to test its efficacy.

"Can you feel anything?" A dozen minutes later, Zhang Ailun looked at Sieg.

"Boss, I don't feel anything either."

Sieg was a little confused. He drank two large glasses in a row. "This stuff is probably just a gimmick. It's not really useful, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ailun immediately stopped caring. After Zorro got up, he also gave him a cup of bark water. After drinking it, Zorro smacked his lips and said he didn't feel anything.

"Alright then, everyone get back to work. Sig and his men, come with me." Seeing that it wasn't working, Zhang Ailun sighed, but still stubbornly took it and chewed on a piece of bark.

After leaving the house, he took out his phone and contacted Colonel Wood, indicating that he had time to visit the military base that day. After receiving a response, he drove to the Flores Military District.

After driving for an hour, we arrived at the Flores military district, a small town nearby.

The Rolls-Royce Cullinan stopped by the roadside, and the townspeople glanced at it curiously.

Sieg stopped the car, hunched over, his face flushed and sweat beading on his forehead, and hurriedly got out, frantically searching for a toilet to relieve himself.

"Fxxk! Boss, there are no public restrooms here. What do we do?" Sig was starting to panic.

"Why don't you just find a motel to take care of things?" Zhang Ailun replied, his face flushed. "I'm not going to pay for it. You'll have to order takeout yourself. There are definitely special service staff here."

Looking back at the pile of blood-stained tissues on the driver's seat, I realized I had a nosebleed.

He looked at Sieg meaningfully, "Young man, you're too weak to handle such strong tonics. Who told you to drink several cups of tree bark water in one go, and also eat fish maw and sea cucumber? That stuff is potent!"

Would you dare eat wild sea cucumber if you didn't have the physique of the Chinese national football team?

I'll make you die from this.

(End of this chapter)