America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 291 Capitalists? God!

The legal staff were also sweating bullets when they saw those agitated Black people. Holy crap, you're playing with fire!

Zhang Ailun ignored them and scoffed, "As a law-abiding, model citizen, what do I have to fear from labor arbitration? At worst, I'll just pay them. This is my freedom of speech."

He immediately had Reco park the car, got out without changing his expression, ignored the angry West Coast rap of the blacks, opened the trunk, took out his briefcase, pulled out a wad of bills, and threw it directly at the face of the black man who was cursing the loudest.

"Call!"

"..."

With a loud thud, the Black man was completely stunned by the unidentified flying object, touching his face. "What the hell was that?"

Upon looking down and seeing a wad of cash, he was instantly stunned and quickly bent down to pick it up. He shouted defensively to those around him, "Hey! Mine! I found it first!"

"Fxxk you! I was clearly involved too!"

"Nick! Are you eating all by yourself?"

"They're throwing money at us! This is an insult!"

"You're talking nonsense! This is clearly the new boss settling my bill!! Because I've been behaving well!!"

"Boss! You're so handsome!"

"Boss, throw a few more!! Yes! Throw them in my face! Please use that filthy, money-smelling cash to insult and humiliate me as much as you can!!"

The Grand Master could hear the sound of your abacus even from across the ocean. He retaliated by throwing it at you.

The men, who had been indignant just moments before, suddenly became more animated and their emotions ran high.

That's a whole stack of thick US dollars!

What kind of capitalist insult is this? This is clearly God giving out money! Mom, come out and see God!

It was a complete mess.

"Shut up. You're fired! Take that money and get out of here."

The leader, however, found them noisy. He climbed onto the roof of the Cullinan, grabbed a handful of US dollars, and threw several stacks of bills at the crowd.

The police officers maintaining order nearby were stunned; they had never seen anything like it before. Sweating profusely, their faces flushed, they quickly gripped their weapons, preventing the Black men from getting too close, and shouted into their walkie-talkies, "Need backup! Need backup!"

"Dispatch center received. What happened on your end?" the operator asked.

"We have people here who are pushing and fighting over finding money! We may need to call an ambulance," the officer quickly replied.

"...Okay, we've already notified nearby officers to head to the scene." The dispatch center was also baffled by his answer.

But after working as operators for so long, what bizarre things haven't they encountered? This is nothing.

The leader, observing the chaotic scene of shoving and jostling, didn't even glance at the stunned Lei Ke and the legal personnel beside him. He clapped his hands, jumped off the roof of the car, and laughed, saying, "See? That's it, isn't it?"

They are a complete mob.

He casually tossed the empty tote bag on the ground. Actually, there wasn't much cash inside, about two hundred thousand US dollars, mostly in denominations of $20 and $50.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

Since we'll have to solve everything with money anyway, we might as well think about how to spend the money comfortably.

Look, the leader threw money at him right in front of the police officers, and he dared not say a word, and even had to thank the leader.

Which law forbids throwing money at someone? If there is one, then he's willing to accept the punishment and throw money at the other person a couple more times to compensate them. The other person would probably be quite happy to be hit, enjoying the experience.

The Grand Master has a hundred ways to deal with situations where his subordinates rebel and force him to resign!

Suppress some, win over others, and let them fight amongst themselves for their own interests. The so-called ironclad alliance will naturally fall apart.

Besides, there's this kind of well-developed, muscular black guy.

Do you understand the methods of our ancestors?

The bright green US dollars were scattered all over the ground, and the black men bent down to pick them up, creating a chaotic scramble.

After being notified by the dispatch center, nearby patrol officers immediately drove over. Upon arriving at the scene and seeing the chaotic situation, with someone's shoes torn off, the officers quickly restored order, shouting, "Stop grabbing!"

"This isn't in the city center, so it's not like we can just rob people. There are only about forty people, so nothing bad will happen. The free shopping events are much more exciting than this."

The new officer was still worried that the situation would get out of control, while the veteran officer got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and waited leisurely. Anyway, no one was injured, and no one was going to die.

It has nothing to do with them.

If he could, he would even like to join them!

After they dug deep and stole all the US dollars, Zhang Ailun had Lei Ke produce his employment certificate. Looking at his black employees, he said, "Guys, the money you've got is all illegal. I accidentally dropped it on the ground, and there were police officers watching! The whole thing was recorded by body cameras."

Old Hei was stunned when he heard this. "Damn it, you have no martial ethics?"

Are you putting us on the hot seat? Aren't you forcing us to use our racial instincts and run away?

Pay back the money? Not even a little bit!

"Of course. There's no need for you to rush. I'll give you a choice now: do you want to get your money back, terminate your employment contracts, and leave the scene safely, or do you want to continue wasting your time here with me and have the police take your money away?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"We need money!!"

Unsurprisingly, after being influenced and scrambling for the money, everyone present became somewhat carried away and chose to take it without hesitation.

Some people are upset because they didn't receive much money. Others are secretly pleased because they received more money than their salary.

"Then you can sign the contract to terminate your employment now, take the money, and leave!" Zhang Ailun asked Lei Ke to bring out the employment contract.

Many who felt they had gotten a great deal immediately stepped forward, signed the papers, and turned to leave with beaming smiles. Others, however, glanced at the menacing police officers and had no choice but to sign.

The leader didn't care about this. He shouldn't have been the one to pay this money in the first place. He was just doing it to get rid of the trouble at hand.

The other party wasn't a street thug, just an ordinary person, and they didn't really cause any major trouble. The leader couldn't really send Beggar Clan disciples to bully the weak; if word got out, how could he maintain his reputation?

What if these black guys come in droves at night to steal the leader's machines and sell them for money?

It's both corrupt and expensive if it results in someone's death.

Seeing that most of the Black people had left, leaving only a few Mexicans with helpless expressions, Reco sighed, "Boss, it's all thanks to you. You solved this thorny problem so easily. Those Black people, relying on their strength, picked up more money. They got a small advantage, and seeing that others were more unlucky than them, and that there were police officers here, they felt psychologically balanced and stopped thinking about causing trouble."

"It won't be easy if you don't have money. I paid two hundred thousand dollars," Zhang Ailun said irritably. Seeing that the Mexicans were reluctant to leave, he asked Reco to call them over.

They asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"Sir, we desperately need money. We've only received a few hundred dollars," the Mexican man said hesitantly.

They can't be arrogant anymore. Just now, they were shouting slogans that were deafening. It was Old Hei who led the commotion and gave them the courage to participate.

"I will not hire you because your involvement in this conflict makes me lose face," Zhang Ailun said.

Before the other party could get discouraged, Zhang Ailun added, "However, I can introduce you to jobs in restaurants in the city. They're Mexican too. If you're interested, you can consider interviewing there."

He handed over the phone number and business card of "Mr. Kim, the Only One".

"Sir, you are such a kind person!" The Mexican man took the phone and was extremely grateful, only then realizing that he had misunderstood the leader.

"Let's leave." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, not wanting to say anything more to them.

Old Mo also left the scene quickly. As for the few Indians who had taken advantage of the situation but refused to leave, what did that have to do with the Grand Master?

Seeing that most of the troublemakers had left and the farce had been resolved, the police officers present breathed a sigh of relief.

The legal staff and supervisor Lei Ke led the head of the company into the Blue Ocean Company's premises. Inside the factory, they saw many standardized mechanical facilities. The factory was not yet in operation and was operating on an assembly line, requiring very few staff.

Azure's facilities operate very differently from Parker's. Parker sorts and shreds cans and electronic waste, then re-sorts and sells the sorted products. Azure, on the other hand, recycles the raw materials that have passed the second sorting, processes them a third time, and then sells them.

This facility has production line equipment that can directly produce aluminum can material and standardized steel.

We will never lack steel plates and aluminum alloy materials again.

Lei Ke took out the contract and handed it to the leader for review. "This is the contract signed between Azure Company and the military factory and Ruifeng Beverage Factory. It mainly involves the sale of some steel materials and aluminum cans to them. Azure Company has three sites, which cover the steel and metal market, the beverage can market, and a small part of the plastic bag and sealing rubber ring market."

"However, these three factories are now assets of our Parker Corporation, and the contracts have naturally become cooperation with us. We can process waste materials from Parker Corporation, then transport them to the Azure site for three rounds of processing to produce finished products and near-finished products for sale. We can directly earn money from companies that need outsourcing, and also save a lot of money and the middleman's profit margin," Reco explained.

Roadside recycling stations make money from scavengers, Parker Corporation makes money from recycling stations and contract companies, and Azure Corporation makes money from similar companies like Parker Corporation, though they focus on different projects.

From the very beginning, its company was positioned as a traitor, stealing the success of others' labor.

They focus on recycling metal resources, but not whole broken cans and electronic waste. The dirty and tiring work is done by Parker and other resource recycling companies, which also have slightly higher profits. However, the subsequent processing and manufacturing are basically intercepted by energy companies like Azure, which buy the products, process them, and then sell the finished products to military factories and beverage companies.

So what is the purpose of their existence? Is it just to cheat and cheat? To cut corners and profit from the difference between the price and the middleman?

Although he knew there was a business conflict between them, the Grand Master had never actually understood what that conflict was between Azure Corporation and Parker Corporation. Now he understood.

The reason why Emotional Parker Company was able to bypass Azure Company, avoid paying it protection fees and taking a cut, and directly sign contracts with military factories and other companies to sell them raw materials at a lower price was because of this.

The owner of Parker even planned to purchase more processing equipment to complete an integrated cycle of recycling, sorting, manufacturing, and export. This resulted in retaliation from Azure Corporation.

After all, the first two dirty and tiring steps are for recycling resources, while the last step is for regenerating resources.

One is a garbage collector, the other a highly educated resource whiz. While neither involves much technical skill, they give off completely different vibes.

If you need steel and aluminum alloy materials, do you go to a recycling station to buy them, or do you go to a legitimate processing plant?

Just as clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse, a company also needs promotional slogans and packaging.

Blue Ocean Company cleverly exploited this deceptive rule, spending a lot of money to package itself and put on a glamorous facade, while deducting money from the profits.

It's not surprising that they'd engage in acts of vandalism, robbery, and malicious competition. After all, their positioning wasn't part of a healthy market cycle to begin with.

Zhang Ailun has a negative view of such impractical companies. The current outcome perfectly reflects their fate, bringing them the punishment they deserve.

Now, with Azure Company's processing and utilization of metal materials, Parker's sorted and selected steel elements and precious metals such as aluminum alloys can be directly sent here for processing. These finished metal products, sold to military and beverage factories, fetch much higher prices than some raw materials, increasing profits by at least 25-40%.

After touring the three factory assets, the leader is now considering recruiting manpower, otherwise he will not be able to carry out his work.

He sent a message to the Beggars' Sect disciples, asking them to pick a few people from the street gangs, offering them the same salary and benefits as Parker Company.

Not long after, the Beggars' Sect disciples arrived in two vans with their men. After getting out of the vans, the twenty-odd men greeted the sect leader.

Zhang Ailun looked at the spirited Beggar Clan disciples and thought, "Very good, they are very energetic."

He also said to the leading Beggar Clan disciple, "From now on, you will be working at the new workplace. If you have any questions, you can consult Lei Ke, who is the manager of our Parker Company."

"Greetings, Supervisor." The Beggar Clan disciple immediately greeted him.

"Hello." Reco was much calmer this time. After all, he was now considered one of the leader's right-hand men and had done a lot of work for the boss, even though his background and social status were a bit lacking.

We never received a newbie gift pack, never lived in a tent, never experienced homelessness or bankruptcy, and we weren't good buddies who shared joys and sorrows, picked up cans on the street, and carried guns together.

No matter how outstanding he was, the Beggars' Sect disciples still didn't recognize him.

What's your background? Why are you telling us this? We're genuine street elites from the Fifth District.

Aside from the Beggars' Sect elders and the sect leader, they must really be dissatisfied with you.

After resolving the matter, Zhang Ailun left Lei Ke behind to arrange work for the Beggars' Sect disciples. He greeted the legal staff and police officers, thanked them for their help, and gave each of them a $2000 cookie red envelope before driving away.

The police officer initially wanted to refuse, but he offered too much. Even the court officials accepted it!

After leaving the factory facility, Zhang Ailun received a new text message notification. He glanced at it and saw that he had received a money transfer from Madison.

Is air freight really that fast? Have you already received the goods? Twenty premium discs, $50,000 each, totaling one million dollars, that's correct.

The Grand Master originally wanted to leave one for old George and old Carl, but unfortunately, Madison gave out too many!

Anyway, there are other discs and videotapes that can be watched; there are still hundreds of them.

The $100,000 purchase wasn't just for those twenty high-quality videos; it's just that those videos didn't involve any celebrities and were produced by various small companies that followed the trend, so the quality of the male and female leads, as well as the picture and storylines, wasn't that high.

But if you're good enough, that's enough.

Madison: I've received the exquisite discs you sent; they're very nice. Please feel free to contact me again if you have any similar rare collectibles in the future.

Zhang Ailun: Okay, whatever you like.

Madison has given you a task to buy back your collectibles. However, the Grand Master isn't too concerned and just wants to take it as a chance.