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Chapter 347 Madame Andrei

"Okay, $1500 million. I'll buy the whole set of mining equipment, plus your company's dozen or so professional equipment engineers and mechanics."

Zhang Ailun only considered it for a few seconds before making a generous decision to buy Andre's equipment.

Andrei beamed and immediately took out the prepared transaction contract, signed it, and wrote down his bank account information.

Zhang Ailun glanced at it, somewhat surprised, "Why is it Citibank in Miami?"

"I'm planning to move my whole family to Miami. The Colombian government is taking advantage of the situation, and the guerrilla organizations are rampant. It's impossible for a businessman like me to do business normally. It's really disheartening," Andre sighed.

"I hope you have a good time in Miami."

Zhang Ailun didn't say anything about it. After all, everyone has their own ambitions, and a chaotic country like Colombia is indeed not suitable for wealthy people to settle down. He simply signed the contract and transferred $1500 million to him through the Hamburger Foundation.

Just a few minutes later, Andrei received a notification that the money had arrived and saw a string of zeros in his bank account, all of them green US dollars.

He was also very excited and said happily, "It's a pleasure to cooperate, Mr. Jin. I'll arrange for someone to rent a cargo ship and transport the equipment over in a little while. I should be able to deliver the equipment to Silver Island by tomorrow at the latest!"

Zhang Ailun shook hands with him, saying, "I just hope there won't be any problems during the process. If you encounter any obstacles along the way, you can just tell me, and I'll find someone to resolve them."

This is of utmost importance; whoever comes will die!

"Those rampant guerrillas have already been routed by Mr. Kim's armed firepower, and I believe no one would want to risk their lives again," Andrei said with a smile. "Unless they also want to experience the feeling of being bombarded."

"You're right. But I'm just an ordinary businessman, and I don't like fighting and killing," the leader said tactfully.

When problems arise in Colombia, the Colombian government forces naturally step in to resolve them; after all, the leader of the organization has connections here.

If Councilor Dutch wants any further share of the treasure's profits, he'll have to work for the Grand Master. Otherwise, the treasure hunt will fall through, and the Grand Master won't be giving them any money!

Those who want everything and refuse to make choices will never have a chance to succeed.

Immediately afterwards, Andrei invited the Grand Master to sit at his mansion in Medellín. He had already arranged a banquet and cleaned the dilapidated villa before coming.

Zhang Ailun did not refuse and readily agreed, saying, "I only had a cup of coffee before I came. I'm so happy that Mr. Andre wants to treat me to dinner."

"I will definitely take good care of Mr. Jin." The group got into the car chatting and laughing.

It took some time to arrive at the luxury villa in downtown Medellín.

After getting out of the car and arriving at the villa estate, Zhang Ailun looked at the villa and felt it looked somewhat familiar. He hesitated and asked, "Is this Pablo's villa?"

"This is the villa that the production team of 'Narcos' rented for filming. Pablo's private villa was reclaimed and reused by government officials long ago."

Andrei explained, then sighed, "Afterwards, I bought the villa from its previous owner, hoping to spend the rest of my life there. But I never expected it would attract the attention of the guerrillas. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to be so attention-seeking."

Zhang Ailun had nothing to say about this. Even if you don't buy this villa, the guerrillas will still have to come to you to get the mining equipment.

After learning about the background story of this villa, the leader of the sect just wanted to finish his meal quickly and leave, because the feng shui of the villa was suspected to be inauspicious.

Andrei also summoned the villa's butler to prepare a lavish feast for the Grand Master, and also invited several top female models from a local club to provide special services for him.

That club was also invested in by Andrei. You could say that the models inside were all his protégés, used specifically to win over politicians and other partners. This guy wasn't as clean as the head of the organization thought behind the scenes.

However, how many people in the mining business are clean? The wealthy people who have made it in Medellín have basically risen to prominence through fierce competition.

Andre poured himself a glass of red wine and offered it to the Grand Master. “Mr. Jin, I was caught off guard by the haste and my preparations were inadequate. I hope you don’t mind.”

"This is already very good." Zhang Ailun clinked glasses with him, smiled, and didn't seem to mind. He then invited the people around him to come and eat together.

The club's female models are quite skilled; no wonder they're top models. These people really know how to enjoy life. Even Andrei, a declining mining tycoon, lives such a comfortable life. How comfortable must politicians like Councilor Daqi be living every day? The Grand Master can't even imagine.

Who says Medellín is poor? It's not poor at all! The rich people here are not poor at all!

After several rounds of drinks...

The leader, with his arms around both women, chatted and laughed with the female models beside him. Andrei thoughtfully arranged a private room and a bathroom for them, but the leader didn't use them. He just brought them into the private room and let them have some verbal advantage, which was enough for him.

Upon inquiry, it was learned that one of them was actually Andrei's concubine, who had given birth to one of his children. Andrei had a total of five wives.

No, this is ridiculous!

The Grand Master was truly exasperated by the other side.

Your wife also serves this to distinguished guests? Dude, are you Su Shi (the author of the classic Chinese novel *Dream of the Red Chamber*)?

"Raise it higher," Zhang Ailun said.

"Oh..." Madame Andrei covered her mouth.

More than an hour later, Sieg sent a message to the leader, only then remembering that there were still two people being neglected at the airport.

Zhang Ailun opened the message and saw that Sieg had sent him a message informing him that the canned beef and military supplies had been airlifted to the Central African Republic, and that the other party had already transferred the final payment to the Thunderfire Armed Nation's account. He also sent a picture.

Zhang Ailun: Take out some funds and distribute the profits to the employees. You can take a break this afternoon and go wherever you want.

Sig: OK!

Tommy also sent a message to the Grand Master, which Zhang Ailun also clicked to read.

Tommy: Mr. Kim, I've taken care of all those pornographic videotapes you gave me. You can't imagine the price I sold them for!

Zhang Ailun: No need to give me riddles, I can guess. You guys did a good job, managing to sell worthless things for millions. So, at least five million of them belong to me, right?

Tommy: ? Your little lover already told you? We did sell those discs for 640 million through live streaming, but there were also some other rap music and adult products in them. After considering your share of the disc revenue, we've decided to give you $300 million. What do you think?

Zhang Ailun: Sure, next time there's something like this, I'll definitely put you in charge.

Tommy: Mr. Kim, how shall we pay you this money? Shall we pay in cash?

Zhang Ailun: This is the official website of the Hamburger Foundation. You can choose to donate the entire sum of money to our account as a charitable donation. This way, you won't need to pay taxes. Afterward, you can contact our foundation staff, and they will refund a portion of the money to you. If you think this method is acceptable, you can transfer all the money to us, and we can help you avoid taxes. If you don't think this method is acceptable, you can only give us the portion that belongs to us, and you can keep the rest and file taxes through your own company.

Tommy: Okay! Is this a legitimate way to avoid taxes? I knew rich people would try every possible way to avoid taxes! I'll talk to Rip and we'll transfer all that money to your foundation. We definitely don't want to pay federal taxes! Can we continue to avoid taxes this way when we make money in the future?

Zhang Ailun: No, this applies only to this trade. Your Great White Shark Entertainment Company isn't working for me.

Tommy: If we give you a portion of the shares, can we use this method to avoid taxes?

Zhang Ailun: Are you sure you want to give me the company's shares? I advise you to calm down and think it over carefully. I won't give you a single cent.

Tommy: I was just joking. After all, I'm not the major shareholder, just a partner. Rip is the director. If we want to cooperate on tax avoidance in the future, can we ask you for help?

Zhang Ailun: Go talk to our foundation's lawyer. I'll only charge you 2%, which is lower than the tax bureau's rate.

Tommy: OK.

Zhang Ailun directly sent him Representative Jensen's contact information.

Tommy: Is this the councilor for District 5?

Zhang Ailun: This is our foundation's lawyer! During the work period, you should call him Attorney Jackson.

Tommy: Okay.

After chatting with Tommy for a few more minutes, Zhang Ailun put away his phone.

Looking down at the two dutiful top female models of the club, the leader gasped. Half an hour later, this exciting tug-of-war came to an end.

"Mr. Jin, how are you feeling?" The female model licked her lips, still wanting more.

"You seemed to enjoy it. I appreciate your service. Here's a tip for you, my dears." The leader generously gave the two thousand dollars as a bonus.

"Mr. Jin, do you still have time tonight?" Two female models' eyes lit up, and they pressed themselves against him, clearly not wanting to let go of such a generous patron.

"I'm sorry, my darlings, although I have a good impression of this place, I have other things to take care of and I'll be leaving Medellín this afternoon," Zhang Ailun said with a heavy heart, his arms around his two arms.

"That's such a pity." The two of them felt regretful upon hearing this. After all, only by experiencing it firsthand could they know how good the Grand Master's foundation was.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Zhang Ailun got up and went out. He called the security personnel, found Andre, and told him that he was about to take a car to the airport to leave Colombia.

"Mr. Jin, are you leaving so soon? I was planning to invite you to a party tonight. After all, Medellin is only true paradise at night! There are some things that are not convenient to do during the day." Andrei greeted the Grand Master warmly as he came out.

When Zhang Ailun heard him say that, he felt that it was really indecent!

What does it mean that it's inconvenient to do it during the day?

The Grand Master disdains to associate with people like you who only know how to indulge in sensual pleasures.

Even if your wife is very radiant.

The Grand Master didn't delve too deeply into this matter, but simply said, "Mr. Andre, I hope you can transport those devices to Silver Island as soon as possible, so that my people can start working quickly, and I can also give an explanation to Councilor Dutch."

"I've already arranged for someone to do it. I hope that next time we meet, I'll have the opportunity to make up for my poor hospitality," Andrei said.

You have been very hospitable.

"There will be opportunities." Zhang Ailun nodded.

He chatted with him for a few more minutes, greeted everyone present and Mrs. Andrei, then turned and led his men to their car, leaving the mansion and heading to Medellín Airport.

Upon arriving at the airport and getting off the car, they went to find Boketu, only to discover that Boketu was the only one in the airport's VIP lounge eating chicken wraps and drinking cola; Bailey was nowhere to be found.

Zhang Ailun asked in surprise, "Why are you the only one here? Where's Pelé?"

"That kid went to the nearby restroom to eat takeout," Bocktu said irritably. "A prostitute came to my door earlier, and Bailey asked about the price. He thought it was cheap, so they agreed on a price and went to the nearby pay restroom."

Zhang Ailun was also speechless about this.

However, I didn't say much. Since we were already here, it would be a waste of time not to try the local specialties of Medellín.

Didn't the Grand Master also enjoy takeout at the villa before returning?

"How long has he been gone? Half an hour? Call him and tell him to come back quickly."

Zhang Ailun urged them on, and then led his men to land on the Cirrus Fathead Shark.

Boketu also took out his phone to urge Pele, and less than ten minutes later the other party came back eagerly.

Bailey approached the plane and greeted the leader, "Boss, you wanted to see me?"

"Is the matter resolved? How's the local food delivery? Go fill up the tank for the attack aircraft, we're heading back," Zhang Ailun said.

"Okay. I don't think it's as good as the West Coast, but each has its own unique characteristics, and the prices are indeed very cheap." After saying that, Bailey turned around and went to do his business.

Airport staff refueled the attack aircraft and the Cirrus Flying Shark, and Bocktu also boarded the aircraft, adjusted the equipment, and then the aircraft took off.

Within a few tens of minutes, the private jet returned to Silver Island and landed at the airport. Zhang Ailun then informed Bailey that there was no need to linger there and to fly the Warthog directly to the small town airport in Austin, Texas.

Upon receiving the message, Bailey agreed and flew the Warthog attack aircraft directly over Silver Island.

After disembarking at the airport on Silver Island, Zhang Ailun summoned Captain Spike and the chief sergeant and told them, "There isn't much work demand on Jehovah Island for the time being. You can stay here for a few days. The supplies on Silver Island are plentiful enough for your daily needs. Once everything is on track, you can pilot the warship back to Jehovah Island."

"Understood," the sergeant readily agreed.

Captain Spike felt a little sad, took out his phone and sent a message to his good friend Chibatu, telling him that he wouldn't be going back for the next few days and that he shouldn't worry, as he would have time to go back in a few days.

Qibatu called him directly and told him, "You'd better not contact anyone else!"

"How could that be! What do you take me for? There isn't a single woman on this island!" Spike said angrily.

"It's precisely because there are too many men that I'm worried. If there were women, I could understand you a bit," Qibatu retorted irritably.

"I swear to God, I will only ever love you! Otherwise, I would have given up everything to come find you." Spike confessed his love with deep affection.

Zhang Ailun felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to their passionate conversation. But he couldn't stop them; after all, it was a matter of personal freedom of speech and action.

He hurriedly returned to the Cirrus Fathead Shark, closed the cabin door, and urged Boketu to quickly take off and leave this troublesome place.

Boketu watched with great interest. After receiving the instructions, he could only reluctantly close the cabin door, turn around, and fly the plane away from Silver Island.