Chapter 130: Quesanti's Mysterious Shop "Which piece of land do you want from me?" When Zhang Ailun heard him say this, he suddenly felt that the words he had just prepared were of no use. It’s not that we didn’t try hard, but the other side gave up too quickly in three minutes. But this is normal. After all, homeless people are not desperadoes. Who wouldn’t be scared when a gun is pointed at them? After pondering for a while, he asked, "How much territory do you have now?" "Sixteen streets, three communities, and six can recycling machines. In addition to can recycling and zero-dollar shopping, our daily source of income mostly comes from setting up stalls and selling chicken rolls and tacos in the community." The short-tailed dog immediately answered honestly: "If we hadn't lost our jobs and our wages weren't in arrears, and the real estate businessman had run away and we couldn't find a formal job, we wouldn't have stayed here for so long. We just wanted to save money to buy a plane ticket home!" "Go ahead and tell lies to others, we don't believe your lies." Sig sneered. If you really want to go back, can't you just climb over the wall the same way you came here? If you climb over the wall from next door, someone will arrest you and detain you. If you leave, who will stop you? If all else fails, you can apply to the embassy for an extradition bill. You are organizing zero-dollar shopping activities here, disturbing public order, and holding demonstrations. If I were the mayor of Los Angeles, I would have sent people to find an excuse to burn down your nest! The mayor and lawmakers of Los Angeles are still too kind.
Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "In that case, I will take over your street territory. You are not allowed to pick up cans, engage in zero-dollar shopping, or engage in illegal errands on my territory! Of course, you can continue to sell your burritos and tacos in the community. As long as it is a legal business, I will not participate. I hope you can save money to buy a plane ticket home as soon as possible." "We will inform the police of your wish list! Ask them to supervise you," said Sig. "..." WTF? Are you talking human language? This is a naked threat! ! The short-tailed dog's face turned black. He didn't expect these people to be so shameless. Officials collude with bandits? You are so great because you have a gun? Very good! You are indeed great! But we may submit on the surface, but we will never submit to you in our hearts! Zhang Ailun also knew that these Mexicans were different from the Europeans. When they came out to work on the construction site, they were basically all related to each other, so there was no way to sow discord between them. But since there is no way to recruit, then don’t recruit. Not convinced? If you're not convinced, just keep it to yourself. I wonder whether your backbone is harder or the police officer's baton is harder. Your street food had better be clean and have legal documents! Otherwise, the police will patrol there every now and then and confiscate your carts. I wonder if your business can survive? "Ok, we will give the territory to you and continue to sell food on the street. You don't affect our business, and we won't affect you picking up cans." The short-tailed dog compromised and agreed after careful consideration. "Happy cooperation! Tomorrow I will send people to the streets to inspect and take over the territory. You'd better abide by the rules." Zhang Ailun took over the new territory without any effort, and happily took his people to the car and left. Fess also felt very happy when he saw the Mexicans who looked like eggplants hit by frost. What's the use of having more people? To get involved, you need a background and AK. The only regret is that there is no bloodshed. After getting in the car, he asked, "Do you really trust them to follow the rules?" "Do not believe." Zhang Ailun said: "But it only takes a word to find a reason for the police to arrest them. After all, they are not clean. They have done so many zero-dollar purchases and cannot leave the base camp of unfinished buildings. But they didn't take the initiative to provoke me, so I can't kill them. Let's see how they perform." They have the power of life and death over Mexicans. The other party is just selling burritos in the community. What kind of waves can they make? "Go home." Zhang Ailun immediately waved his hand to signal Sig to drive back to the camp. He started the car and left the unfinished building. The Mexican workers of the Bobtail Dog saw the people of Lori Louis 19 leaving and gathered together, feeling dissatisfied. "Are we just giving up our territory like this?"
"What else can we do? They have guns. There is no benefit in provoking them. Jon the European was sentenced to more than a hundred years in prison just because he provoked them. The two of them will be imprisoned for more than two hundred years in total!" Rachel said angrily: "Fxxk, I don't want to waste my youth in jail because of offending him. My wife and son are still waiting for me to pick them up in my hometown." "As long as they don't affect our business, we can tolerate them. Sooner or later, he will offend the wrong people with his arrogance!" Weren't Modern Brothers also very arrogant back then? Now they have to follow each other as younger brothers. "Your wife hasn't seen you for more than two years. You haven't given her much money in the meantime. You often go to motels to order pheasant takeout. She's so beautiful. I guess she's remarried a long time ago." Someone said unhappily: "The son your wife gave birth to may not be yours." "At least I have a son!" Jin Rachel yelled angrily, "Hurry up and go upstairs and knead the flour. If we can't make 300 servings of burritos tonight and deliver them to the community on time at 6 ., none of you will get a penny and we will all go hungry!" Humph! We'll see. Everyone went upstairs to work in anger. …… When the vehicle passed by Camp No. 9, Zhang Ailun, who could no longer tolerate it, asked Bailey and others to kick Faith, who was hitching a ride, out of the car, closed the door and drove away. This guy kept chattering in the car, constantly persuading everyone to cut the grass and root it out, making everyone upset. The chief leader gave an order and kicked him out directly. Ask him to prepare the tools and take people to the suburban cabin to start alchemy tomorrow. If there is no sign of gold within a day, don't blame Zhang Ailun for being cruel! When we returned to the Qiaodong campsite, all the friends had already dispersed. Zhang Allen arranged tomorrow's work for Sig and his companions, and sent his capable subordinate Bailey to supervise Feis and his companions to ensure that they did not steal the gold or slack off. Then he went to look for Dave again. Seeing the light still on in the tent, he knew he was still awake and didn't go to bed so early. Zhang Allen also called out from outside, "Dave, are you asleep?" "Fxxk..." There were curses coming from inside, and a lot of noise. Dave poked his head out of the tent, his clothes disheveled, his belt untied. He adjusted his glasses and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming. "It's you, Alan, man, how come you walk without making any sound? You almost scared me to death!" "Are you amusing yourself? I suggest you not do it too often, it can hurt your body. The noise from my footsteps is still very loud, you are just concentrating too much!" Zhang Ailun looked at his disheveled appearance and the propped-up umbrella with a strange expression on his face. He advised: "You can definitely find a suitable girlfriend. If all else fails, you can go to the motel or the street to find someone to serve you." "I don't have that much money, and I don't want to spend it on this. If it was Jennifer, I would consider it, but she doesn't like me, and she likes to play with you." Dave said helplessly: "Hey man, what do you want to talk to me about this late at night? I may need to continue for a while. I just got into the mood. You know, I'm the French cannon! The second strongest man in the camp besides you!" "Not anymore. Before you say that, you'd better go check on little Lori and Sig." Zhang Ailun said mercilessly. "Little Lori has a racial talent, but he's just taller, not really that big." Dave revealed the secret mysteriously. "I'm curious about what Little Lori's attitude will be after he knows your evaluation of him. Will he twist your head off?" The corner of Zhang Ailun's mouth twitched. Although Lao Hei had some racial talents, it was obviously nothing compared to his physical talents. Just like Shaquille O'Neal in the NBA was also very small, actually very cute. Dave immediately raised his hands in surrender. "I was wrong! Don't tell little Lori what I said. If he gets angry, he will definitely knock me two meters away from where I am!" "I'm not that bored."
Zhang Ailun waved his hand to signal him not to panic, and immediately told him what happened during the day, including what Old George said about the bank tax deduction. Although Dave's record as a lawyer has been mediocre since his debut, he is a top student in the law department after all, and he quickly figured out all the twists and turns in the law. After thinking for a while, he said, "Indeed, there is such a saying. The bank provides legal tax avoidance services in order to attract more people to join the collectibles market, so as to revitalize the antique market and absorb funds, and legally circumvent the restrictions of tax laws. Many wealthy people will also deduct taxes legally. Among them, the most astute people are the Chinese. After all, in the capitalist society, it is still the wealthy and capitalists who support the IRS. No matter how ferocious the bulldog is, it will not bite its owner. They will only harvest the poor citizens at the bottom." "In other words, as long as I use the services of that bank, I can deduct 99% of my taxes, or even pay less tax?" Zhang Ailun asked. "If I have time tomorrow, I can go take a look for you and ask for details. If it's reasonable, I can help you apply for a savings card. How much money have you made from collectibles?" Dave asked curiously. Zhang Allen took out the banknotes on hand and said, "It's about 30,000 US dollars. Half of the funds are from selling collectibles, and the rest are from missions. There is no tax on picking up jars, but the amount is not much." Mrs. Dai was stunned. "You have so much money, why don't you rent a house and live on the street with us?" "I just got my legal status not long ago. Before, even if I wanted to rent a house, I didn't have the qualifications, and they don't accept illegal residents." Zhang Ailun added: "Until everyone in the team has a better life, I will not abandon everyone and be the first to rent a house! I came from the streets, so I will share the joys and sorrows with everyone." Look at the awareness of the chief leader. Mr. Jin is a man of integrity, justice, courtesy, wisdom and trustworthiness. Dave wanted to kneel down to him. After handing the consultation and tax filing over to Dave, Zhang Alan said hello, told him to continue entertaining himself, and turned away. Dave was lying in the tent, watching the movie on his phone, feeling very upset. Other people were living a colorful life, making a lot of money every day, but what the hell was I doing? I was so lazy after just finding a job? Masturbation? Will masturbation make me successful? It’s better not to play with these ones! Zhang Allen tiptoed into the RV and found that Dominic had fallen asleep, but Jennifer was still awake and occupied his exclusive bed! The light was dim, and the soft light shone on her face. Her long golden hair was draped over her shoulders. She wore glasses that protected her eyes from blue light, and leaned against the head of the bed. She looked peaceful and beautiful. The premise is to ignore her honeyed F-like language and her typing speed. I was angry and tired, and I exhausted myself. "It's so hard to cheat men nowadays. They're rude, impolite, and poor! I still have to find rich men." Jennifer cursed fiercely. When she turned around and saw Zhang Ailun, her expression changed at the speed of light and she smiled sweetly: "Hey! Honey, you're back!" "You should lie in your own bed." Zhang Ailun said unhappily. "I'm still working hard! Since I'm working so hard, would you like to reward me?" Jennifer stretched and extended her hand to Zhang Ailun. "Your money has nothing to do with me. Go back to sleep." Zhang Ailun slapped her hand away, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and ignored Jennifer's resentful look. I replied to a few messages from Olivia and Rena while lying in bed. I charged my phone, turned it off and went to sleep. Just as I lay down on my side and was about to fall asleep, a little hand behind me rested on my eight-pack abs, and a pitiful little murmur was heard. "Please, reward me just this once." "Move it yourself." Zhang Ailun lazily turned over, made a "Tai" shape, and lay completely flat. Jennifer stuck out her tongue, pulled her hair up, and got under the covers.
hiss…… At twelve o'clock in the morning, the RV was haunted again. The next morning. Zhang Ailun woke up from his sleep and took out his phone to check the updated daily intelligence. Then he was restrained for ten seconds. [Daily Intelligence: El Martin, the leader of the 5000th Street Black Gang, learned about the death of his subordinate Little Kizzy and sent people to the Tucker Motorcycle Scrap Recycling Center in the suburbs of South Los Angeles to search for the lost $, but only found scrapped frames and discarded parts. He failed to find more clues about you as he wished.] [Details: The owner of the Street Brothers Modification Shop checked the surveillance video and suspected your motives on that day, but he was involved in a gang dispute and was scolded by the Chevrolet owner. As a result, he became enemies with Martin, and the two sides had unpleasant friction and conflict. The gang began to fight internally, and it is expected that the block leader will be replaced. ] [Daily Intelligence: McDonald, a black wanted criminal in California with a $12000 bounty on his head, will appear at a public telephone booth on Kensent Street in District 10 at 27: to buy leaf cigarettes from street vendors. He carries a fruit knife with him. Details: McDonald, a black man, violently pushed an old man in the Chinese area of Chinatown, causing him to hit his head and die. He has been wanted by the Chinese community. Three bounty hunter teams totaling eight people are secretly tracking him. ] 【每日情报：纳威街道夜晚23:22分会有奎桑提的神秘商店零售差事活动进行，一辆牌照号为LS-96N-12的银灰色雪佛兰EXPRESS面包车经过街道，00:15分会在卡金街道大桥停留三分钟进行零售交易。】 [Details: The vehicle was carrying 20 pounds of type O blood, two hearts, four kidneys, 16 vials of approximately 150 grams of infant placental stem cell extract, and 4 vials of approximately 27 grams of adrenaline red. The person who conducted some of the purchases was Dr. Park Chun-myeong, a Korean plastic surgeon at the Medical Beauty Hospital.] Zhang Ailun was stunned. I'm saying that the streets of the West Coast are not clean at night. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys on the car may have been taken from some kind-hearted person. Quisanti's mysterious shop, you're so lucky to say that! The driver of the van must be a black man. Turned down another page. [Daily Intelligence: Dominic's good friend Jesse will be released from prison early this morning. ] Dominic's best friend? Who is that? Zhang Ailun was a little confused. Suddenly he remembered that when he first came here and met Dominic, the other party did say that a friend of his bought in for zero dollar. The emotions are now released. (End of this chapter)