America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 299 Blind Boxes

Martin smiled and said, "Mr. Kim, if you have any further needs in the future, you can also come to us to cooperate in launching satellites. We will definitely give you a satisfactory preferential price."

There will be an opportunity.

Having observed their entire workflow and successfully completed the satellite rocket launch, Zhang Ailun shook hands with him and then prepared to leave with his team.

Martin and his men saw them off at the door. Zhang Ailun waved goodbye and drove to the mansion in Palm Valley.

During that time, I also thought it would be great if their GBT company went bankrupt. The head of the company doesn't have any aerospace talent in this field. It's such a pity!

Back in Palm Valley, it was already afternoon. We arrived at Sadie's house and parked the Bentley in the garage.

Upon arriving at the mansion's lobby, I didn't see anyone. After asking the Filipino maid, I learned that she was resting upstairs. I went up to the second floor to greet her.

Upon seeing the leader enter, Sadie panicked, placed the ointment on the table, and said with displeasure, "Why didn't you knock?"

"What's our relationship now? Do I need to knock?" Zhang Ailun shrugged, closed the door, and walked over to sit down next to him.

"You'd better be gentler next time! You savage!"

Zhang Ailun hadn't expected her to be so easily beaten. He gently comforted her, saying, "I'll definitely be more careful next time."

"Hiss...you bastard!" Sadie shivered. Her face flushed, she quickly got up and burrowed into bed.

He then asked, "Has your satellite been successfully launched?"

"Of course, I came back just to say hello. I still have some things to take care of in Los Angeles."

Zhang Ailun also showed the other party photos taken by satellite.

The mobile phone control software Blitz is still under development. Once the functions are updated and the mini-program is installed, users will be able to directly use the Terminator 2.0 software to use satellite navigation and take pictures in real time.

"Okay, although I really want to go back to Los Angeles with you, my dad obviously won't allow me to leave Palm Valley. Right now, my activities are limited to the gym and park near the mansion."

Sadie said, "He just called to ask how things were going, whether we were dating. I really don't know how to answer him, since he probably heard something. Should I say that I was having a great time with the guy I like? That he has a big thing that can bring sexual happiness to your daughter? I can't bring myself to say that! I'm not a child anymore, I have my own career!"

"..." If you say that, the Grand Master might very well be killed by his father-in-law, who has lost his mind.

"The Wells Fargo matter hasn't been resolved yet?" Zhang Ailun was also a little puzzled. It shouldn't be like this, so much time has passed.

"Didn't you see the news? A few days ago, people who couldn't withdraw their deposits started protesting in the streets. Although the media kept emphasizing that Wells Fargo had suffered an unprecedented event and that withdrawal services would be available soon, obviously not everyone will believe it. Things are still not peaceful. Yesterday, my dad was hit with stones on his way home. He's hired several security guards to protect him. I guess I'll have to wait a while before going out," Sadie complained.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ailun said, "I can arrange for two people to come and protect you. They are both professional veterans with CCW credentials."

"I don't need it. Since you care about me so much, why don't you stay?" Sadie asked.

"I can't just abandon my own company and career to stay home and play games with you every day, can I?" Zhang Ailun rolled his eyes.

"It's not impossible! We're not short of money anyway. I know, you must be reluctant to part with your girlfriends in Los Angeles."

Sadie looked at the Grand Master with a meaningful gaze. "Between me and your girlfriends, who's better?"

Don't you have any self-awareness?

He was slain by the Grand Master in less than two rounds. He himself was even reduced to a red-hot state.

Jennifer and the others can last at least three rounds, and Reina can even fight the leader for a whole day!

"You still lack life experience," Zhang Ailun offered a fair assessment.

Zhang Ailun was also preparing to leave.

But Sadie stopped him, saying with displeasure, "You're already here, what's the meaning of leaving so soon? Who knows when you'll come back next time?"

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Zhang Ailun thought for a moment and, seeing her strong desire to perform, could only lock the door, preparing to teach her a lesson.

An hour later.

The leader applied ointment to Sadie, told her not to do any strenuous activity, and then turned and left.

Sadie was already in a daze.

That's it? I thought you were so good! You're really bad at the game.

After going downstairs, I called out to Blitz, who was programming, and Bocktu, and we prepared to leave the villa.

Midway through, I also received a message from Colonel Wood.

Colonel Wood: Mr. King, I have a deal here. The order is small, but the profit is considerable. I wonder if you are interested?

Zhang Ailun: What trade?

Colonel Wood: There was a group of arms dealers who used a cunning strategy, sourcing cheap goods from factories in a major Eastern country, manufacturing American military uniforms, and then reselling them to various military bases. However, because they were asking for too high prices and caused some trouble along the way, we decided to remove them from the business. We seized their goods at the port of San Francisco on charges of illegal trafficking of contraband. Now we have found a new buyer; the S/D. Pulton military base on the US-Mexico border is interested in purchasing them and is looking for someone to transport the goods. I wonder if you would be interested in taking over this deal?

Zhang Ailun: Is it just reselling clothes? How much profit can I make?

Colonel Wood: Of course, it's not just these clothes. There are also some personal items that your people need to transport over. You can buy these 200,000 uniforms for $3 each and then sell them to the people at Pulton Military Base for $28 each.

Zhang Ailun: Do you have a grudge against their military base commander? Two hundred thousand sets of military uniforms, can they handle that? It would require at least several military bases, right?

Colonel Wood: They would use the pretext of exporting military supplies to resell them to Mexican drug cartels for $40 a piece of clothing. You know, the Mexicans really like American equipment, but we rarely actually sell them anything good. $40 a piece of uniform isn't expensive, after all, it's "real stuff" exported from a military base.

Wood, a student: Of course, there are occasionally some leaves and cocoa. These clothes only bring in a few million dollars in profit at most. When selling these military supplies, there are other illicit goods mixed in, but you don't really need to know too much about that. Knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing.

Zhang Ailun: ...

Then why did you say it?

It has to be you guys!!

Zhang Ailun: You didn't ask me to transport this kind of thing, did you?

Colonel Wood: No, you underestimate me. I don't touch that kind of stuff. Those contraband items are just military products. We only make a few million dollars in profit selling to Pulton Military Base, but they sell to the Mexicans and make at least double that. There's nothing we can do about it; they occupy a particularly advantageous position.

Zhang Ailun: Okay, I'll take this job. I'll have someone pick up the goods from the port of San Francisco in a bit. How should I transfer the money to your account?

Colonel Wood: It's a pleasure doing business with you! Don't worry about the money. You can deliver the goods first. We're still discussing how to allocate them internally.

Zhang Ailun: Okay.

Having reached a deal with Colonel Wood, Zhang Ailun also informed Sieg.

He was instructed to drive to the mountain camp and summon a few members of the Beggars' Sect to pick up the cargo at the port of San Francisco. The location coordinates, the serial number of the Mason Clipper's container, and the enemy's coded message were all sent to him.

He and Blitz then took the Cirrus SF back to the southern port of Los Angeles.

Upon hearing that another big business opportunity had come his way, Sieg immediately agreed and excitedly drove to the Kilimanjaro Mountains to recruit people.

After logging into the Cirrus SF50, Zhang Ailun fastened his seatbelt and closed his eyes to rest. Blitz, meanwhile, was beside him, furiously typing away on his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

If things continue like this, in a few years, it will be difficult for Blitz not to turn into a Mediterranean-like figure.

"If you're interested, you can take on a few more apprentices and find a few partners. Although we don't have many talents in this area in our team, there are plenty of people in the underground network who are short of money."

Zhang Ailun reminded him to take care of himself, as the Grand Master's empire still needs him to protect it.

Blitz nodded. "I do feel like I'm running out of energy. Although I've seen a doctor and received treatment, and my symptoms have improved a lot, when I was younger, I could easily stay up for a day or two without any problems."

He also had to satisfy his girlfriend Sarah's needs, although not every day, but it was still a bit too much for him.

After all, not everyone can be as ruthless as the Grand Master.

"I've had the idea of ​​a cybersecurity team for a while now. After all, it would be very troublesome for me to program and maintain cybersecurity by myself alone. I can't take care of too many aspects. I've already started looking for candidates. Among the people Zorro brought back, there's one named Mouse. He's quite qualified," Blitz said.

Zhang Ailun also remembered the nerdy guy in the assassin team and immediately nodded, "If he has the ability, you could mentor him."

Blitz nodded in agreement.

Bocktu started his private jet, took off, and flew steadily toward the South Los Angeles Airport.

With a top speed of 550 km/h, this distance was covered in the blink of an eye. It only took a dozen minutes to arrive in Los Angeles and land smoothly at the southern airport.

After getting off the plane, Zhang Ailun took out his phone to check the information. It was about time, so he decided to open a blind box on the way, pack up an authentic Picasso portrait to take home, and then have it authenticated by a professional.

It should be worth at least several hundred thousand or even a million dollars, right?

Blitz took a taxi home, Bocktu transported the plane back to the hangar in the suburbs, and Zhang Ailun went to the B62 container area in the southern port.

When I arrived here, I saw many treasure hunters looking for and selecting containers.

The warehouse managers and staff were also queuing up in an orderly fashion to record and conduct the auction process. The scene was bustling with activity, and there seemed to be even more people than when the Grand Master came up.

Zhang Ailun walked over and randomly asked a bearded man about the situation.

The other party immediately replied, "Recently, many containers from the Middle East, including antique containers, have been seized here. Unclaimed blind boxes in containers have also surfaced in private warehouses, and quite a few people have already made a fortune here. Someone even found gold in a salvaged shipwreck container! Others have found some silver coins from the last century. Of course, because so many people have gotten rich, the auction prices for these containers have also risen significantly. Basically, every blind box in a confirmed container is being sold for over $2!"

Pointing to a Latina woman wearing a hat in the distance, he said, "She also spent $3 here the day before yesterday to bid on a bank's vending machine, which turned out to be an ATM. Unexpectedly, there was $46000 in cash inside. Adding the price of the ATM itself, and deducting auction costs, she made at least $4!"

Zhang Ailun learned about the situation, thanked the bearded man, and then turned around and walked around the neighborhood.

During the event, I saw many people participating in the blind box auction. I stopped to watch for a while and saw a treasure hunting team of several black guys successfully buy a blind box for $34000.

They jumped and skipped excitedly, high-fiving each other, and happily went to open the box. Unsurprisingly, it contained only a bunch of plush toys and a broken bicycle. The total value was only $2600.

They lost so much money they didn't even have their underwear left.

The black men felt as if the sky had fallen; their minds went blank, and their dark faces turned slightly pale and rosy.

"FxxK! Fxxk!!"

Old Black let out a long howl, exhibiting a primal tendency. "$3! $3 gone just like that!!"

After venting their emotions, the group of Black men started blaming each other. If it weren't for the security personnel present, who stopped them, the men would have even started fighting.

This is even more exciting than a casino!

Of course, it wasn't just their team that was losing money. The leader had only taken two steps when he turned around and saw a woman nervously spend $17000 to bid on an antique cabinet blind box from Chile. She won the bid and jumped for joy.

When the box was opened, it was even more shocking. She pulled out a glittering golden crown from the styrofoam box, studded with large, multicolored diamonds.

Then, they took out an instrument to test it and found that the crown actually contained gold. The other party was so excited that he almost fainted.

However, the next second someone poured cold water on the idea, confirming that it was just a movie prop, and the crown was made of a copper-zinc alloy similar to gold.

Many counterfeit gold dealers use this technique; its color and texture, once cut and tested, resemble real gold, making it indistinguishable from genuine gold. Professional film crews even coat their props with gold leaf to make them look more realistic.

The Grand Master was startled, thinking she had really made a profit.

Such a large crown and diamonds, if they really come from Chile, are at least of the aristocratic and royal level. They should fetch at least $1000 million at auction.

Fortunately, it was fake.

They're all gamblers!!

The woman was also dumbfounded. Apart from the crown-shaped film prop, there was nothing else. At most, she could only fish out thongs and bikinis from the box, and even some trash disposed of by the film crew, and used condoms.

That film prop wasn't something left behind by a particularly famous film crew; it would fetch a few hundred dollars at most at a pawn shop.

The $17000 was gone. The woman plopped down on the ground and burst into tears.

The Grand Master couldn't stand this scene and went to the next container auction area without looking back.

The main problem is that she's not good-looking; otherwise, the leader wouldn't mind going over to comfort her.

After going around in circles, those people either stood there in a daze or went back to their primal instincts, laughing hysterically.

Arriving at a container area that had just been moved there by the staff, Zhang Ailun stopped and immediately spotted the green D65 container.

This is it, an original painting by Picasso.

A small opening doesn't count as an opening.