Chapter 131 Clean and hygienic Zhang Ailun got up, washed, woke up Dominic, and began to arrange today's work tasks. He also told him that the territory of Lori Louis 19 had expanded again. The entire Fifth District from south to north and from east to west, basically all the treasure chests on the streets were owned by them. Unify the world and reach new heights! I prepared a simple breakfast, including sandwiches, fried eggs, and bacon, and called Sig over for a meal. During the meal, Zhang Allen also told Dominic about the next development plan. "When you have time, contact those small teams and try to persuade them to join our team. If we can avoid conflicts with them, we will do so. We will mainly recruit ordinary homeless people who are at the bottom of society and are severely exploited. We will not recruit those leaders or something like that." They are too smart. They are able to recruit people to make their group bigger and stronger. They are not simple people at all. Moreover, they have always been the exploiting class and the vested interests. They simply look down on the petty profits bestowed by the chief leader. They cannot integrate into the group like those ordinary vagrants. It is better to send them to prison. "If they don't want to, send them away. If they don't, and try to resist, show them what happened to Jon." Now in the entire Fifth District, they are the only ones with the largest territory and the largest number of people! The homeless people who were attracted here, whether local or from other places, except those who liked to fight alone, basically all signed up enthusiastically.
"The recruitment threshold should also be raised. People with intellectual disabilities who do not often have seizures, and people with physical disabilities but who are positive and motivated can be recruited and arranged to beg on the streets. People with healthy hands and feet but serious criminal records or drug addictions are not welcome. The quality of the team must be precisely controlled. Homeless people who are not conducive to internal unity and like to cause trouble and bully others outside should also be driven away and sent to other neighborhoods to cause trouble for other teams." The chief leader has set a strategic policy. How can you manage the world if you can't even manage your own house? Managing a big country is like cooking a small fish. Managing the refugees on the West Coast is actually no different from running a company. The world is just a huge makeshift team. The core members all agreed and began to carefully record the speeches of the chief leader, and then spread them to the cadres in other positions. Dominic took out his phone, opened the note-taking app and did some calculations. "We now have 700 streets, all of which are streets where you can pick up cans. The net profit from picking up can reach $800-1500 a day. If you add begging and obtaining valuable items, you can almost reach a stable daily income of $. Or even more." Dominic added: "I have stockpiled a lot of cans in the past few days. The profit from the cans alone is more than $1800. The other items have not been sold yet. The income from begging is still with me for the time being. The total value is about $3000-3500. I lent them $1500 on the Irish territory before. Now they are unable to repay it, but the revenue situation is also improving. The gap should be made up within three weeks, and it will not affect their normal income and consumption." Zhang Ailun listened to Dominic's detailed report. Those valuable items included special items picked up, leaves, toys, postcards, collectible cards, pots and pans, etc. None of them are particularly valuable. The drop rate of treasure chests is not high, and the chance of actually picking up gold and diamonds is almost one in ten thousand. This should be the norm for homeless people. Not everyone is extremely lucky. If Zhang Ailun did not have any intelligence information, it would be impossible for him to make money every time. "Also, the day to distribute subsidies and shopping vouchers is approaching. Some homeless people may become slack and lazy and not very active in picking up cans, which may affect our subsequent profits from the cans," said Dominic. Zhang Ailun nodded. "This is a cyclical fluctuation that cannot be avoided. The subsidy is only a few hundred dollars. Those who spend lavishly will spend it all soon. I just provide them with a platform and extract a little profit. They are the ones who actually work and earn money. If they become lazy, they will suffer in the end, and I will not be affected." It may sound harsh, but there are only so many jars. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will. If he is greedy for pleasure, let him lie down. When he is not working, others will take away the jar that belongs to him. For the chief leader, it will not make any difference at all. Taking advantage of the good weather, after breakfast, the four of them gave the RV a thorough cleaning, clearing out the garbage and bathroom, washing all the clothes and sheets, and hanging them on the RV's clothesline to dry. The main thing is that women are made of water, and Jennifer is the best of women. Those who understand will understand. Considering that the groundwater in the lead pipes on the street was not very healthy, Zhang Ailun specially arranged for Sig to drive to the nearest convenience store to buy a filter, fill a can of drinking water, reinstall it in the RV, and queue up for a shower. Refreshed. After that, Sig took Air Force Bailey and drove to the No. 9 Bridge Tunnel Camp next door, picked up Feis and his gang who were still drunk, gave each of them a loud big beep, put the muzzle of the gun to their forehead, and finally woke up the group of lazy guys. They dragged them into the car and drove to a cabin in the suburbs to start the alchemy work. According to the chief leader, these forces cooperating with the Beggars' Sect are not considered to be their own people at all. They are non-staff personnel and can be exploited at will.
If he doesn't want to work, then beat him until he is willing to work, and give these drug addicts a hard time from time to time. Make them work harder and stop thinking about drugs and women's butts. If you do your job well, the leader will not pick on you and will give you a red envelope. You can do whatever you want after work, and no one will care if you overdose. If you don't do your job well, you are lucky if the leader doesn't whip you. Bang! work! ! After taking care of the internal affairs of the camp, Zhang Ailun prepared to follow Dominic to take over the territory. After all, the workload of sixteen streets plus three communities was a bit heavy, so he simply waited for Sig to drive the car back, and took Jennifer with him to join in the fun. The four of them went to the other party's territory, prepared paint buckets and spray bottles, and went to meet him. McDonald, the black wanted criminal in California with a $12000 reward, would also appear on those streets. But now that the territory has been taken over by Lori Louis 19 and he has also obtained relevant intelligence from the other party, Zhang Allen will certainly not let go of the fat meat that is delivered to his mouth. Even if it is not for the Chinese in Chinatown, he must be brought to justice for the sake of the huge amount of wealth. This piece of black pig head meat is fat and big, and the leader just happened to grab it. If anyone is not convinced, let's fight on the street. Soon the pickup truck drove to the street, and as soon as I got out of the car, I smelled the smell of Mexican-style burritos and tacos. Looking carefully, there were people setting up stalls at almost every two intersections. Some people didn't even have a cart, and they sold all their goods in bulk. You can also see a few black people carrying brand-name bags, leaning against the streets and alleys, and occasionally asking passers-by: "Want to buy something? The products are authentic!" This is the real Quisanti Mystery Shop! Just by looking at your skin color, I can tell that the product you have is definitely authentic and comes with after-sales service. "I've only seen this scene at farmers' markets." Zhang Ailun sighed. "There are many similar markets on Skid Row in Los Angeles, and there are many people setting up stalls." Jennifer was not surprised by this. The clothes she wore were mostly light luxury style, inexpensive and of good quality. She also often patronized the businesses of those black men. “Get to work.” Sig parked his pickup truck at a nearby basketball court, picked up a paint bucket, a brush, and a spray bottle, and began to paint on the wall. The graffiti that originally belonged to the short-tailed dog was covered up and a new yellow duck pattern was sprayed on. Many people also looked at their actions in surprise, "Isn't this street Mexican? Where are they from?" "Shh! Those are Lori Louis 19's people. If you don't want to get into trouble, don't mess with them!" "Is this still a homeless person? Isn't that a gang..." Before he could finish his words, someone covered his mouth. A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Now the name of the chief gang leader cannot be mentioned casually in the fifth district. Who knows if the garbage collector squatting by the wall nearby really heard it and would go back and tell the tale? If people on the street offend the Beggars' Gang, they are all well-connected in the circle and the problem is easy to solve. They just need to make an appointment to fight and it will be over. If ordinary people provoke homeless people, they will gather a large group of them to run to the door of your home or workplace and do a big poop on you, or drive a garbage truck and dump all the garbage at your doorstep to disgust you, or make noise in the middle of the night to disturb your sleep. They might be arrested for disturbing the peace, but for the homeless it won't matter, but your life will be messed up. The Mexicans who set up stalls selling burritos and tacos were also indifferent to their graffiti, as they had become accustomed to it. Zhang Ailun walked over and looked at their breakfast. The bread was crispy, with tomatoes, green vegetables, and a hint of roasted corn. "It looks good, doesn't it? Unfortunately, I've already had breakfast." "We're not causing any trouble." The Mexican worker recognized him and hurried to clarify. "Don't panic, man. I'm just here to check the work. Our people will come here to pick up the cans later. As long as you don't take the initiative to cause trouble, we won't harass you." Zhang Ailun picked up a corn sausage and asked, "How much is it?" "One dollar... No, I don't want any money!" The Mexican quickly waved his hands to refuse. How could he dare to take the money? Zhang Ailun tasted a bite of authentic Mexican sausage, which was full of corn starch and pork. It was really worth the expense.
He gave a thumbs up and said, "It tastes good. It's clean and hygienic. I don't like free food and drinks. This is one dollar." After taking out a coin to settle the bill with Lao Mo, Zhang Ailun turned around and left. The Mexicans had no idea that the leader only liked to get the big stuff for free and didn't like to haggle over small things. They just thought he was a good person because he paid for food! Soon Dominic and Sig finished all the graffiti on the street and got in the car waiting to drive to the next street. Jennifer was still bargaining with Lao Hei. "Bro, other people are selling Kuqi's bags for $40, why are you selling them for $60? Are you taking advantage of me because I don't understand the market?" Jennifer questioned Blackie. “This is the latest model.” This old black man looks honest and is obviously a repeat offender. He just came out of prison not long ago and doesn't want to cause trouble. Facing Jennifer's questioning, Lao Hei just tried his best to explain: "In order to get this batch of goods, five of the six of us went in. I was released early because the goods I took were not worth more than $950. I needed to collect enough bail to bail out my thick rice. So I can't reduce the price of these things." "How about this, I'll buy two bags and a new pair of DG sunglasses for $100. I'll also introduce you to a few people who need them, and I guarantee that I'll clear out all the stock you have." Jennifer said, "You've been standing here for so long. When will you be able to raise enough money for bail? You might as well sell it at a lower price. If you believe me, we can make a deal." Lao Hei was a little confused, "60 dollars for a bag..." "Two bags are $80. A pair of sunglasses is $20. That's exactly $100." Jennifer was obviously bullying an honest person. Lao Hei scratched his scalp and felt that there was nothing wrong. "OK! OK! Give me the money! I want cash!" Jennifer took out a hundred dollars and gave it to him with satisfaction, and also introduced him to the address of a motel where there were girls who had worked with her on projects. Lao Hei took the money and went over. "Doesn't your conscience hurt? Others bought these things with great difficulty for free, but the bullet just grazed your scalp. You should be a kind person." After getting in the car, the men began to accuse her of being unruly. "Soldier, drive your car honestly!!" Jennifer raised her middle finger, not wanting to spoil him at all. Then she handed the new DG sunglasses to Zhang Ailun, "Honey, do you think I did the right thing?" "I don't think there's any problem." Zhang Ailun accepted her gift and told Sig, "Drive." Sig shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. He chose to drive honestly to the next street. It took half a day to finish all the graffiti on the street. Dominic got off the bus halfway to work on the street, while Jennifer went to the nail salon. "Where are we going next?" There were only two people left in the car, and Sig asked Zhang Ailun for the next instructions. Zhang Allen saw that there was still plenty of time, so he took out the downloaded photo of Lao Hei and showed it to Sig. "Go to the public telephone booth on Kensent Street." "Who is this? Did this Old Blackie do something wrong?" Xige was a little confused. Why was he always picking on Old Blackie? Zhang Ailun dug up some evidence about the black man. "This guy is suspected of murdering an old man in the Chinese district and is currently being hunted by the police. Someone once saw him on Kensent Street in the Fifth District. He also had contact with drug gangs on the street. Many bounty hunter teams have also set their sights on him. His reward is $12000!" "Seize the young master?" Sig immediately perked up when he heard this, "A $12000 bounty? Are you sure?" "Of course. But by then there may be other bounty hunter teams competing with us for his bounty. It will then be up to you. I don't have a gun license, so it's hard for me to perform well in a downtown area." Zhang Ailun said.
"There's no need to make such a fuss. I can ask Officer Mig to send two patrol officers to assist. His injuries no longer affect his work. Today is his first day back on the job." Sig immediately called Mig and shared the information with him. After hearing this, the other party immediately took action without saying a word! Prepare to win this performance! They drove to Kensent Street. Due to the heavy flow of people, there was no place to park nearby, so Sig had to take a long detour and park on the side of another street. The two walked to the street. Looking at the little yellow duck pattern in the alley by the roadside, which had just been painted, there was no need to be so cautious on my own territory. I sat on the steps and waited for a while, and soon a police car arrived at the roadside. Officer Miguel and a second-level police officer got out of the car, noticed the two men, and greeted Sig. Zhang Ailun noticed that his shoulder strap had become three + 1 silver stars, which was undoubtedly the symbol of a senior police officer in the Southern Branch. He also served as the captain of the Fifth District of the Economic Crime Investigation Department, holding real power and being able to dispatch and command nearby police officers for support. (End of this chapter)