America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 295 Torch Clippers

Seeing Jimmy and his group enter with the leader, the female shop assistant stopped taking selfies and said with a high-pitched laugh, "Dear gentlemen, welcome to Flying Eagle Gun Shop! You all look like tough guys. What kind of guns would you like to pick out? I personally recommend this Vector submachine gun! It's convenient to carry whether you're commuting to get off work or shopping at the supermarket!"

Listen to what they're saying.

You can wear it to and from get off work, or even just while shopping at the supermarket; that's what it's all about in Dezhou.

The female shop assistant pulled a Vector rifle from under the counter, tossed her hair aside, and said in a sweet, sugary voice, "If you order over $2000 at once, our shop can also give you a free target practice service!"

Shooting range service? This gun shop is so unprofessional!

Teacher, does your free target practice service include one-on-one instruction on recoil control?

Believe it or not, even the Beggar Clan disciples, seeing her voluptuous breasts and long, black-stockinged legs, all wanted to try their marksmanship!

"This thing's a woman's gun. Get me a better one." Jimmy laughed.

Zhang Ailun looked at him speechlessly, "I prefer using this gun, does that make me a girl?"

"I'm sorry, I misspoke."

Jimmy immediately straightened his posture and said seriously, "I think the Victor is still a classic lightweight submachine gun. A real man should use a Victor."

Jimmy, why have you become so slick?

Seeing that the female shop assistant was still searching for guns suitable for the group of burly men, Jimmy said directly, "No need to look anymore, we're here to take over the shop. From today onwards, you'll call us boss."

Upon hearing this, the female shop assistant immediately became alert, her attitude changing drastically. "Are you here to cause trouble? You expect me to call you boss? Why don't you just say you're going to rob the whole store? Do you even know who owns Flying Eagle Gun Shop? Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police!"

Jimmy, not wanting to waste any more words with her, slammed the contract on the table. "What are you being so arrogant about? Look at this contract! I'll fire you if you don't."

The female shop assistant picked up the contract with some skepticism, glanced at it, and was also somewhat surprised. She immediately took out her phone and dialed the contact person's number. After inquiring about the situation, her expression changed instantly, and she came out from behind the counter.

He grabbed Jimmy's arm, dribbled past him, and said, "Mr. Kim, I'm so sorry, I really didn't know the gun shop had been sold. Don't fire me, if you want, just fire me."

"..." Is this something I can say?

Jimmy gasped, stammering, "I'm not Mr. Kim, the man next to you is."

"You don't look like my boss at all, do you!"

Upon hearing this, the female shop assistant cursed and immediately let go of him. She then turned and ran into the leader's arms, dribbling him while pitifully saying, "Boss, I'm so sorry, I mistook you for someone else. Please don't fire me! I have a paralyzed husband, a sick mother, and an adopted child to support."

"Don't worry, I'm not an unreasonable person. Are you already married?" Zhang Ailun looked at her in surprise. He couldn't tell; she looked to be only in her early twenties.

The female shop assistant sighed, "I was too young back then and got married on impulse. My husband got drunk and got into a fight on the street. He was shot in the head, but he's lucky he didn't die. He's now in a vegetative state. I have no choice but to take on the responsibility of taking care of him."

"Why not get a divorce?" Sieg couldn't help but ask. He hadn't expected her to be so responsible. Appearances can be deceiving.

"Because the government provides a $600 subsidy to low-income families every month, and I only need to pay $200 for his IV drips. His family in Chicago also sends me money every month." The female clerk looked at Sieg with an expression that said, "I'm an idiot."

"..." Sig was speechless and choked with emotion.

Oh, that's okay.

Zhang Ailun inspected the gun shop's facilities, went up to the second floor, and found that there was even a bed there. The safe was empty, and the computer had the Opportunity Network website on it, along with recent transactions.

The female shop assistant accompanied him throughout, providing enthusiastic introductions and maximizing his emotional value, saying, "Boss, you have such a great figure."

Sig and Jimmy tactfully went downstairs to wait.

"How much do you earn working here each month?" Zhang Ailun asked after checking the order records at the Flying Eagle Gun Shop. "Are there any other employees?"

"Yes, I and three other female employees work in shifts, each working 8 hours. The gun shop is open 24/7, and we get $20 an hour, so we all earn $3200 a month, plus extra commissions. For every gun sale we make, the previous owners give us 0.5%-2% commission. The more guns we sell, the higher our wages! When business is good, two gangs would arrange a shootout in the suburbs, and we'd sell guns to them. I once earned as much as $14000 a month!"

The female shop assistant proudly declared, "Boss, keeping me here was absolutely the right choice!"

"You are indeed very good. Starting today, I can give you $25 an hour. If you perform well, I can raise it to $30, or even $35. I also have a gun shop in Los Angeles. One of my employees made a huge arms deal and earned $20 in commissions in one go," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

"$20!?"

The female shop assistant was incredulous and became agitated, grabbing the boss's clothes excitedly. "Boss, are you serious? You're really going to raise my hourly wage to $25? Or even $30?"

"I've always treated my employees very well. Even those working at a recycling center can earn $200 a day," Zhang Ailun said with a faint smile. "Some of them are even driving luxury cars and living in apartments they've bought themselves."

"Fxxk! I simply can't express my admiration and respect for you in words. It's a pity I don't have a high level of education, otherwise I would definitely write a million words of poetry to praise you. Compared to you, my former boss was simply miserly! I'll work for you for the rest of my life!" The female clerk excitedly hugged the leader.

Before the leader could speak, she immediately ran over and closed the door, locking it tightly.

They were afraid that such a generous benefactor would slip through their fingers.

"Boss, I'm feeling a little unwell. Could you check me out?" The female shop assistant lifted her hair and slowly unbuttoned her clothes.

After thinking for a moment, the leader felt it was indeed necessary to improve the relationship between the boss and the employees and deepen their understanding. He readily agreed and beckoned, "Come here, let me check it for you."

"What's your name?" Zhang Ailun asked.

The female shop assistant squatted down and smiled charmingly: "My name is Evelyn, boss."

"Great name!! Wow..."

Soon, the theme song of a paid program started playing in the room.

An hour later, Zhang Ailun came downstairs feeling refreshed.

Evelyn nestled close to her, her eyes filled with adoration, whispering sweet nothings, "You're the best boss I've ever met. No one can compare to you in that regard."

"Including your husband?"

"He can't move at all..."

"I'm sorry, I'm such a beast," Zhang Ailun said in self-reflection.

"You don't need to apologize to anyone, boss!"

"Work hard."

Zhang Ailun slapped her buttocks with a loud "smack," then pinched a handful of its plump, collagen-rich flesh.

Evelyn said with a grin, "Dear boss, what about what you promised me?"

"I always keep my word," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

Jimmy.

Zhang Ailun called over the Beggar Clan disciples and Jimmy who were smoking and chatting outside, and pointed at Evelyn, saying, "You'll have to take good care of this shop for me from now on. I'll also send people over to help with arms sales later."

"Don't worry, Mr. Kim, I'll definitely help you solve this," Jimmy assured him, patting his chest.

"If you have any questions, you can talk to Sig. He's the head of the Thunderfire Armed Nation." After saying that, Zhang Ailun said goodbye to Evelyn and left the city streets.

I spent some more time visiting the other two Flying Eagle Gun stores, and again provided them with certificates, which were approved by the staff.

A male shop assistant?

That's fine.

The leader was somewhat disappointed and was thinking of firing them later. They weren't his own people, and he wasn't used to using them.

Even if they aren't from the most privileged Beggars' Sect backgrounds, they should at least be Jimmy's people, so that they can get a share of the profits.

After leaving the two Flying Eagle gun shops' suburban outposts, they summoned several men from Boketu in the suburbs and asked them to fly over in Black Hawk helicopters.

"Mr. Kim, see you next time." Jimmy and his group waved goodbye.

"Goodbye, Jimmy." Zhang Ailun waved, boarded the Black Hawk, and flew away.

The leader didn't ask for the remaining payment for the guns, after all, he had given such a big gift.

However, while driving, he still received a notification that a payment had been received from the armed nation.

Zhang Ailun, seeing that the remittance was from Jimmy's car rental company, couldn't help but sigh, "This kid really knows how to get things done. He might be a bit reckless, but he's shrewd beneath the surface; he's got the makings of someone who can get things done!"

Jimmy was also deeply moved and boasted to his underlings, "Look! This is what a truly capable person should be like! Mr. Kim went from being a penniless homeless man picking up trash on the streets to becoming a billionaire. I, Jimmy, want to be a billionaire too! I want to buy an armed helicopter!"

We returned to Green Field Manor in the countryside of Los Angeles by Black Hawk helicopter, around midnight.

After getting off the plane, Zhang Ailun shamelessly called Old Karl, "Hey? Are you asleep? If not, wake up and have some fun!"

"It's already 3 a.m.!! My personal therapist told me I have to go to sleep before midnight so I can spend all my billions in savings in my lifetime!" Old Karl couldn't help but curse.

Then, her tone shifted abruptly: "But how did you know this old man like me wasn't asleep yet? Hahaha! Only a fool would listen to a physical therapist or private doctor! I paid them, so they have to do what I say! The party I hosted at the ranch just ended, and the fun time is about to begin!"

Zhang Ailun hadn't expected the old man to be so strange; at his age, he was sleeping later than him. He advised, "You'd better not easily believe those private doctors' recommendations for those damn longevity drugs!"

"Of course I'm not going to listen to their bullshit! $50 to $300 million a single injection. That's going to kill me!" Old Karl cursed.

Zhang Ailun was relieved.

At least for now, it seems that Karl doesn't care about living to be a hundred years old. He'd rather enjoy life while he can, hanging out with a few hot girls and having a few drinks at a bar.

This is a habit, and people's habits are hard to change. We'll deal with the future later.

After chatting for a few more minutes, old Carl immediately wanted to come over and meet him, saying, "I have a surprise for you!"

"I've already seen the surprise you mentioned." Zhang Ailun stood on his estate, looking at the villas, detached houses, cowsheds, and stables that had already been renovated.

The other area was full of pumping stations and had been cordoned off. Turning my head, I saw several elk running out of the woods, shaking their heads and looking this way.

The Beggars' Sect disciples stationed at the manor also came out upon hearing the noise, followed by several Labrador puppies.

Upon seeing the Black Hawk helicopter land on the manor ranch, they were initially suspicious, wondering if some military force had made an emergency landing. However, when they saw the familiar leader and Sig, they breathed a sigh of relief and greeted him warmly.

"Boss, why are you here at this time?"

"What? Do I need to give advance notice to go back to my own home?" Zhang Ailun chuckled. "There was a slight scheduling issue; we just came from Texas to take care of some things. Is this the pet Old Carl sent over?"

The leader looked at the shiny, well-groomed Labrador puppies, bent down and grabbed one from the ground. The little guy was terrified, hanging in the air by the neck, and cried out incoherently, almost wetting himself in fright.

"How can you protect my ranch with this kind of courage?" Zhang Ailun was amused.

"It's still small; it'll grow up in a few months. Mr. Carl also has professional dog trainers who can help us train these hunting dogs," the Beggar Clan disciple explained.

Zhang Ailun nodded and released the Labrador puppy from his arms.

"Mr. Carl also sent you 20 pairs of male and female elk, 20 pairs of North American gray rabbits and 4 pairs of red foxes, and as an extra gift, two retired Quarter Horses with racehorse pedigrees purchased from 'Golden Ranch' in Texas," the Beggar Clan disciple explained. Then he led the leader to the stable, pushed open the door, and sure enough, saw two tall brown horses standing upright with their eyes closed, sleeping.

One of the horses had a white spot on its forehead, as if it had opened its third eye. The other horse had white hair on all four hooves.

"Do they have names?" Zhang Ailun also learned about the history of the Texas horse racing and the breeds of horses. These two Quarter Horses were indeed retired horses, but they seemed to have retired normally without any injuries.

The reason they sleep standing up is simply because they distrust and worry about the unfamiliar environment. After a while, you'll see them sleeping on their stomachs or even lying down.

"The one with white hair on its forehead is Torch. It has a rather bad temper and participated in the private horse races held by the Texas Bonfire Club in 2021 and 2022, achieving third and fourth place respectively. The one with four white hooves is Clipper. She is a girl, six and a half years old. In terms of the lifespan of Quarter Horses, they can live to be 25-30 years old, so she is still in her teens. She is quite mischievous and not yet well-trained. She has only participated in two races and did not win any prizes. She is also not very obedient. She will not mature until she is at least ten years old."

"Good. Don't disturb them."

Zhang Ailun nodded, then turned and left the stable with satisfaction. "Have you hired a feeder to take care of them? They need the best quality feed."

"Mr. Karl has already arranged for professional keepers in town to take care of them," the Beggar Clan disciple replied.

Zhang Ailun nodded in satisfaction and then led the group on a tour of the estate's facilities, including a lake fishing area, a shooting range, an air-raid shelter, and wireless network infrastructure.

We also spotted red foxes and some North American gray rabbits in the forest. Almost every animal had a locator in its subcutaneous tissue, so there was no problem finding them.

The "wizard" team that was recruited by the Grand Master is also here. The girl who was good at voodoo and curses has changed careers to bless the Grand Master's manor to become better and better.