America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 287

He glanced at Zhang Ailun in surprise again, "Someone like that can be a boss? And make money?"

"..."

Zhang Ailun got out of the car, annoyed, and said, "Buddy, you were the one who played dumb with me first. Where's your meteorite? Why are you wearing that outfit? Do you think you're in outer space? There's no CIA, no FBI, and no aliens here!"

"I disagree. There are definitely aliens in this world!" the old man said stubbornly.

"Okay, you're right, I am an alien. Now, take out that damn meteorite, I'm going to take it back." Zhang Ailun laughed in anger.

"You're an alien? Oh shit! I knew this day would come sooner or later, I knew it! You're all aliens disguised as humans? I knew that human civilization has been invaded by aliens! You control the world's economic development, enslave humanity, and cause humanity to be utterly defeated! Normal people like me can only farm in the countryside!" The old man was shocked and rambled on, looking utterly desperate.

We don't know whether he's normal or not.

Zhang Ailun and the others were speechless.

But the old man eventually led the group to the storeroom, unlocked the door, and took out a dark stone with golden spots.

"This is the meteorite you found? You found it on your own farm?" Zhang Ailun looked at the meteorite in astonishment. It was an Imirak stony-iron meteorite.

Stony-iron meteorites are a type of meteorite primarily composed of iron and nickel, typically containing small amounts of stony material. They usually have high density and magnetism, making them easy to detect during geological exploration.

A stony-iron meteorite was once unearthed in the Chilean desert, and its auction price is said to be in the hundreds of thousands of dollars.

The price of meteorites varies greatly depending on their type and rarity. The price of ordinary meteorites is about tens of dollars per gram, while the price of rare varieties can be as high as $4000-$8000 per gram. The average price of stony-iron meteorites is about $500 per gram.

The stony-iron meteorite in front of us is about the size of a cantaloupe and weighs around 400 grams. It has golden spots on its surface and is of medium to high quality. Its market value is usually at a medium level, with a price range of about $150 to $300 per gram.

"I really did dig up the meteorite on my own farm, and I even saw a UFO. It's like it's under a spell; every time I go out, strangers greet me. They're definitely imposters trying to steal the meteorite from me!"

The old man still doubted the people's non-human identities, asking, "What do you intend to do with this meteorite? Won't it endanger human safety?"

"Didn't you ask us to come and collect it?" Zhang Ailun was speechless.

"Don't worry, we won't threaten human safety," Zhang Ailun reassured him. "How much do you plan to sell this meteorite for?"

"It's priceless! If you want to buy it, you'll have to give me at least half a million dollars!" Gordon said.

Zhang Ailun thought for a moment, but instead of discouraging him, he patiently explained, "You may not know the market price of meteorites. Your stony-iron meteorite weighs 412 grams and is of relatively common quality. The market price is about $200 per gram. I can offer you a buyback price of $220 per gram, which is $90620. Think about it."

Gordon immediately refused: "This price is too low, I can't accept it. Why can't you aliens be more generous? You want to buy this rare meteorite for just $90,000?"

"Even aliens don't have surplus food," Zhang Ailun said irritably. "This is its market price. Wait, I mean, do you want to keep it until the CIA and FBI come knocking, take it away, brutally kill your dog, and not give you a single cent? Or do you want to sell it to me for dollars and security? Do you want to see that happen?"

The leader decided to fight fire with fire.

To deal with abnormal people, you should use abnormal methods.

This tactic worked; old man Gordon was indeed frightened, his expression changing slightly. He tossed the meteorite to Zhang Ailun like a hot potato, "Alright, ninety thousand dollars, I'll give it to you. You must guarantee my personal safety. Here, take the meteorite, give me the dollars, this matter has nothing to do with me anymore. Do you aliens have people in the CIA and FBI? Are they hostile?"

"Yes, you made the right decision, Mr. Gordon."

Seeing that the old man wasn't behaving normally and wasn't swinging the Dragon Slayer Saber too hard, Zhang Ailun immediately assured him, "I guarantee you on behalf of the people of Gok, as long as you hand over the meteorite to us, this matter will absolutely not involve you. You can spend that huge sum of money however you like! No CIA or FBI will bother you!"

"Goke Star, does such a planet exist?" the old man asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Of course. We've even taken you Earthlings to our planet Goke for tourism. Our planet's civilization and physical bodies are highly advanced; we've long since entered the field civilization. Everything on our planet is virtual; there are no disputes, no fighting, and we've achieved instant teleportation, while you Earthlings are still using the electrical civilization."

Zhang Ailun talked nonsense without changing his expression, leaving the old man stunned.

Then Dominic was instructed to transfer the money to the other party. The old man provided his account details and quickly received the huge sum of $90,000.

"Alright, it's getting late, we should leave. Mr. Gordon, I hope you have a good time." Zhang Ailun, having finished fooling the old man, decisively led his men and the meteorite away. Gordon also chose to see them off at the door.

Once in the car, Jennifer asked curiously, "Is Planet Gork really that advanced? Is field civilization more advanced than electrical civilization?"

"How would I know? I've never been there," Zhang Ailun said irritably. He handed the meteorite to Jennifer for safekeeping. "Alright, fasten your seatbelts, we're leaving. We'll have Dominic take this thing to the whale auction to have it appraised another day, and then auction it off."

"Boss, how much is it worth?" Eileen asked curiously.

"If we're lucky, we should be able to sell it for at least $200,000," Zhang Ailun estimated conservatively.

He calculated it based on the auction price. Offline transactions need to consider size and condition, but auctions are different from private transactions. They place more emphasis on the story and cultural background.

Antiques are basically worthless scrap metal that became valuable after a while. It's also important which famous historical figure owned them.

If we weave Gordon's story into a narrative, claiming he's seen aliens, we might just attract some wealthy oddball to buy this meteorite.

Anyway, they've already met three oddballs today.

Dominic and David were driven to the suburban airport to hand over the miniature private satellite to Chibatu for maintenance and inspection. Zhang Ailun then drove the two back to the Newport Villa in the city.

Jennifer and Erin were stunned when they saw the ivory and lion fur.

A whimsical idea immediately came to Jennifer. She draped the lion's fur over herself, lay down, wagged her tail, and asked with a smile, "Honey, what do you think?"

"I think you have a high fever..."

The Grand Master was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

But perhaps it's worth a try.

As evening fell, Dominic drove back to the villa, buying some beef, vegetables, and fruit on his way back from the supermarket.

He had already handed his private satellite over to Chibatu for inspection and reported on the A10 assembly progress. "This is the first time I've seen the A10 up close; it looks truly magnificent!" Dominic exclaimed.

"Once it's assembled, I can take you up into the sky for a ride. I've never been in an attack aircraft or a fighter jet before," Zhang Ailun smiled. "But to ride in an airplane, you first need to be in good physical condition, otherwise you'll definitely fall into a coma due to changes in the gravitational field."

"I heard that male drivers are not allowed to drive warthogs because it will affect their reproductive ability. Is that true?" Dominic asked curiously.

"That's because it was carrying depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds during the mission. The radiation can affect a man's sexual function, and our attack aircraft doesn't have that kind of thing," Zhang Ailun said, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

"Okay, I'm going to cook." Dominic picked up the groceries and turned to walk into the kitchen.

After dinner, at Jennifer's suggestion, Zhang Ailun brought out the kayak from the villa and took a ride on the private kayak, letting the group cruise around the bay. They also took out their fishing gear and tried fishing.

Clearly, the air force hadn't caught anything in two hours, and after being exposed to the sea breeze for two hours, they were almost frozen to death. Fortunately, they could feel warm in the arms of the chief.

In the end, they could only drive the kayak back to the villa.

The anticipated Los Angeles explosion didn't seem to happen. Zhang Ailun inquired about the Beggar Clan disciples and learned that the Warriors hadn't taken action yet and the politicians hadn't gone to the hotel for their gathering, so he stopped worrying about it.

After saying goodnight to Dominic and Jesse, the leader drank a glass of bark water before going to bed, and then took Jennifer and the others upstairs to rest.

The next morning.

The leader woke up from his sleep, turned his head and opened his eyes to see the lion head next to him.

"...!?"

After a moment's pause, I remembered that I had used this prop yesterday.

I stretched and woke up in bed feeling full of energy and vitality, completely unaffected.

I glanced down at Allen and thought, "Holy crap, it's so hard!"

It seems that yesterday's intense firefight didn't affect the Grand Master in the slightest. The stuff sent by our African buddies is definitely effective!

Fully recovered.

After getting up and dressing, I went to the bathroom to wash up, took out my phone and glanced at it. I found that the Beggar Clan had sent a message in the early hours of yesterday morning, and the intelligence report also contained a detailed description.

[Daily Intelligence: A massive explosion occurred at a hotel in northern Los Angeles early last night. Your guest, Shuk, carrying the weapons and clay explosives you provided, fearlessly stormed into the hotel, becoming a suicide bomber. He killed three Los Angeles city councilors and their assistants, a Los Angeles high school principal and teachers, the northern precinct police chief and sheriff, an NBA star, members of the Florence 13 gang, and other related individuals. There were no survivors.]

[Details: Los Angeles government officials were shocked by the incident. The California governor and senator unanimously voted to intervene. The Pentagon urgently dispatched FBI agents across state lines to investigate. The Los Angeles Police Department responded immediately with firefighting and rescue operations. Los Angeles media outlets initially classified the incident as a liquefied gas leak. However, footage of the incident was filmed and shared freely online. This incident has a significant impact, potentially affecting future conflicts between high schools and parents in various states, intense partisan battles, and Los Angeles council elections, but it will not affect you.]

Shuke, well done!!

Although you didn't fly a plane, you're a tough, ruthless man who's willing to self-destruct!

The Grand Master will remember you.

[Daily News: The head of the California Federal Communications Commission's Los Angeles division took in a female patient who had escaped from a mental hospital. He was overcome with lust and lured her to his home, only to be tied up and brutally raped by her for three days. If you help rescue him, you might be able to secure the FCC's license to launch a private satellite.]

Zhang Ailun: ?

[Daily News: With the help of your good friend, lawyer Dave, the boss of Azure Company has uncovered all the wrongdoings he committed over his sixteen years in the business, including illegal business operations, bribing police officers, collusion between officials and businessmen, hiring a hitman, drug trafficking, using illegal drugs to speed, refusing to pay prostitutes, and assaulting, humiliating, and burying their bodies. The court reopened the case and successfully increased his sentence from 300 years to 1500 years! The court refused to release him on bail and severely punished his company's egregious behavior. Azure Company's board members and shareholders collectively paid fines and fled.]

[Details: The Blue Ocean Company project is essentially worthless; at most, it can only compensate Parker with $2400 million in cash, plus two sets of factory equipment. The project involves metal recycling and reuse, manufacturing aluminum cans and steel plates, and has contractual transactions with military factories and beverage companies.]

Okay, okay, it has to be you, Dave!

The net of Heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it; it will never disappoint.

[Daily Intelligence: Your order for Black Hawk helicopters for the military base will arrive at the suburban hangar at 16:20 this afternoon. The helicopters require maintenance; you can try to sell them to the Tijuana Insurgents.]

[Daily Intelligence: Thanks to your help, your good friend Jason made a fortune in the stock market, his sorghum seed business landed a big order, and he partnered with Jimmy from a Texas car rental company to defraud members of the TAD organization from Venezuela, earning over a million dollars in one transaction. However, this angered the organization, and they will launch a vicious retaliation against him.]

[Details: A budget hotel in the suburbs of Austin became a crime lair for the Tda (Aragua Fire) gang, with police responding to nearly 700 reports related to the hotel over the past two years. Drug use, violence, and sexual offenses were frequent occurrences at the property, and there were even reports of women being controlled by drugs and forced into prostitution.]

Jason? Haven't seen him in a while, and his business has grown this big? He's getting orders for leaves worth millions of dollars... no, grain transactions?

How bold people are and how productive they are.

Are you really not afraid of being shot in the back?!

[Daily Update: Your Green Field Manor villa has been renovated, including a stable, cattle barn, lake fishing area, shooting range, air-raid shelter, and Wi-Fi infrastructure. Old Carl has sent you four Labrador Retrievers, and introduced 20 pairs of male and female elk, 20 pairs of North American gray rabbits, and 4 pairs of red foxes into your manor's hunting area. He's also gifted you two retired Quarter Horses with racehorse pedigrees, purchased from the Texas "Gold Ranch." You might consider taking a vacation to your own manor ranch.]

After reading the intelligence, Zhang Ailun put away his phone and put the lion pelt and ivory back on the bed.

Looking at the sticky, white ivory, he fell into deep thought. But then he decisively cleaned it up.

When I went downstairs, I saw that Dominic had already gotten up and prepared breakfast. He greeted the leader when he came downstairs.

"You're up? Then come and eat!"

Sig returned from his run, washed his face, and said, "Boss, have you been following the news in Los Angeles? There was an explosion at a hotel in the northern part of the city yesterday, killing many people. The perpetrator was a parent of a high school student, and there were no survivors! This happened in downtown Los Angeles! It's been years since something like this has happened! I heard that the officers and FBI from the Northern Precinct have gone crazy, frantically interrogating people at arms dealers' and underground channels, asking them where they got their clay explosives. Our Armed Nation has also received related inquiries, but I managed to brush them off, since I don't know anything about it."

Zhang Ailun remained calm and composed, displaying the composure of a veteran artist. He sat down, picked up a sandwich, took a bite, and drank a glass of milk.

"That's right, it's the clay explosives we provided to him. We're not telling you for your own good, to prevent you from talking nonsense, after all, you are the person in charge of the Thunderfire Armed Nation."

"..."

Sig was instantly stunned.

(End of this chapter)