Chapter 140 Recycling Station Transfer The next day. Zhang Allen got up and found that Olivia was no longer around. I feel like the aftereffects are coming on, and I'm not in a very good mental state. I took out my phone and took a look at today's intelligence. [Daily Intelligence: The F3 private warehouse in the southern port of Los Angeles will be open for auction at 18:30 in the evening. The green container with serial number S-266 contains a collection of military ammunition from World War II and modern times, including camouflage uniforms, helmets, Thompson submachine guns, M24 sniper rifles, and a sniper aiming system. A Soviet-era replica of the American-standard BMW Land Warfare motorcycle.] [Daily Intelligence: El Martin, the leader of the 3th Street Black Gang, had a falling out with the owner of the Street Brothers Modification Shop over the Little Kizz incident, and an internal fight broke out. He was shot dead by five gunmen using AK series rifles in front of the game hall at 16:96 am last night, and died of 4500 bullets. Details: Before his death, he hid $17 in banknotes and a Glock model ghost gun with a full magazine in a rusty oil pipe at an abandoned gas station in the suburbs [coordinates]. Under the floor of an old wooden house in a rural town, there was a USB flash drive with a video of a sex transaction and a notebook with a detailed list of the gang's drug trafficking transactions. ] [Daily Intelligence: Old Carl's Alfred Scrap Recycling Station is interested in selling. ] [Daily Intelligence: A female celebrity who is homeless and bankrupt due to drug-related crimes will appear at the 24-hour convenience store on Rowe Street in Block 21 at 40:150 in the evening. She has played supporting roles in many movies and TV series. She will only stay for two hours and charge $ per ordinary service. You probably don't want to miss her.] Zhang Ailun: …
I have to say something to you. Am I that kind of person? Don't slander me, a good citizen of Los Angeles, for no reason! What do you mean by giving me this information? Do you think I would like an 18th-tier drug-addicted female star? At $150, it is indeed very cheap and good value for money, but do you want my money? You are trying to kill me!! Among the Dongwu sisters, Olivia, Rena, and Jennifer, which one is not more beautiful than her? But is Karl's recycling station planning to close? Is it unable to continue? Zhang Ailun looked at the information, a little confused, and decided to go to the other side to take a look later. If Old Carl really plans to quit and wants to transfer the recycling station, then this is actually good news for him. After all, they now have sufficient funds, and it is time to expand and strengthen their business and invest in some industries. After getting dressed, he got up and walked out of the living room, and saw Olivia preparing breakfast. Zhang Allen looked at the second floor again, and the door was closed. The owner should not have gotten up yet? "You got up really early, or did you not sleep much last night?" Zhang Ailun asked. Anyway, he slept soundly. After the second match, he took a shower and went to bed to rest. I originally thought that making money in this way was somewhat despicable, but after experiencing it, I realized that it was really good. Olivia saw Zhang Allen get up, put the prepared breakfast on the table, and shushed him to speak in a low voice: "My new boss usually gets up around ten o'clock. We'd better not disturb her. Let's leave after breakfast. I'll drive you there." "Didn't he take Craig's car away?" Zhang Ailun was a little confused. Olivia took out the spare car key of another Lexus in the villa garage and shrugged. "You underestimate my job. Although I don't like to drive my boss's car, as a private butler, I can use those private cars for transportation with the owner's permission. I am responsible for daily maintenance and refueling. As long as there is no traffic accident, it's fine." "It just so happens that this Lexus has traveled a few thousand kilometers, so it's time for maintenance. I'll drive over and get some free gifts and a gas card from the car dealership." Olivia had no intention of hiding it. After all, this was considered extra income for people working in the domestic property industry, especially in wealthy areas. Zhang Ailun had nothing to say. "It seems that you have found a good boss this time. What does her family do? Is she the only one living in this villa? Where is her husband?" "The couple's relationship is not harmonious, so they live separately. You've seen this kind of thing many times in wealthy areas and you're used to it. Otherwise, how could I introduce them to some handsome guy and get you involved?" Olivia has long been accustomed to this. "Isn't Catherine your boss too?" Zhang Ailun was a little confused. "She went traveling, and met a high school graduate who was interning at her advertising company. He seemed to be a basketball athlete?" Olivia thought for a moment and said, "Otherwise I wouldn't have developed new clients. Obviously, there is no future for me following Catherine." Zhang Ailun nodded, showing little interest in this and simply enjoyed his breakfast.
Olivia washed and put the dishes away, then took the car keys and went out to drive the Lexus out of the garage. Zhang Ailun got in the car, sat in the passenger seat and said, "Just drop me off at Aitou Street. I have something to do." "Ok!" Olivia started the car and drove away from the Crown District. Zhang Ailun also sent a message to Dominic: Did you know that Old Carl is planning to transfer his scrap recycling station? Dominic: Is there such a thing? He didn't tell me. I sold several hundred dollars' worth of cans from him yesterday. But he does seem to be a little off these days. Maybe he's really old? Zhang Ailun: I helped him get Modern Brothers a while ago, and I felt that he might want to retire, but I didn't expect him to actually do so. If he wants to transfer, we might be able to take over his recycling station. Dominic: I think so too. If there is sufficient funding, it is indeed possible to take over a waste recycling station. After all, the can recycling machine can only sell a few hundred dollars of cans every day, and many communities and wealthy areas cannot afford to contract the business. I will ride my bike over to see old Carl and ask him what he thinks. Zhang Ailun: Ok, I’ll be there in a moment. After passing through countless intersections and traffic lights, it took some time to arrive at Aitou Street. Olivia pulled the Lexus over to the side of the road. "See you some other time, darling." "Goodbye." Zhang Ailun unbuckled his seat belt, kissed Olivia goodbye, and got out of the car. The other party stepped on the accelerator and left the street. After walking half a street, Zhang Ailun arrived at the scrap recycling station. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Old Carl chatting with Dominic. The cans and cardboard boxes that used to pile up nearby were gone, leaving only the broken pickup truck and the Trek bicycle that Dominic rode. Zhang Ailun walked over and greeted them. "What day is it today? Why are you two gathered here? I paid you a lot for the jars you sold yesterday, didn't I?" Old Carl was still a little puzzled. "Of course I have something else to discuss with you." Zhang Ailun said, "I saw the news about you transferring the recycling station online. What's going on? Are you really planning to retire and go back to the countryside to farm and feed chickens?" "Hahahaha, you guys are really well-informed! But I'm not a redneck from Texas. Even if I return to the countryside and open a farm, I can't farm the land myself. I have saved some money, maybe I can buy two pieces of land, and if I'm lucky, I can even dig up oil in my own land!" Old Carl laughed. "It's still daytime and you're dreaming?" Zhang Ailun teased. Although the West Coast is a free America with gunfights every day, it has to be said that land privatization is relatively good. Even though expensive property taxes need to be paid every year, people still enjoy a certain degree of privacy and sovereignty. If you dig up antiques, gold or oil on your own land, it's yours. Once you really discover oil in your own yard, major oil companies will definitely rush to sign a contract with you. If oil was discovered in the Middle East or somewhere else, I can only say that it would attract mold, but in the Eagle Sauce's own home, it still has to have some dignity. The profit from oil is actually not that huge. The profit from small oil fields is far less than that from drug trafficking. A barrel of oil sold to an oil company only makes a few dozen dollars. Your private oil field may not have much reserves. The initial investment in mining and drilling will cost a lot of money, and it is easy to lose all your money. It is a high-risk, high-return job of the same nature as gold diggers and treasure hunters. The large-scale investment cost of the leaves is at most tens of thousands of dollars, and a little processing can earn you hundreds or thousands of times the profit, but it is easy to get stuck in prison. "Although it is impossible to become an oil field tycoon, I still want to pursue my old age dream and enjoy a free life. If nothing unexpected happens, this scrap collection station will only be open for one or two weeks at most." Old Carl said with emotion. Dominic heard this and said, "You really don't plan to do this anymore? Carl, is it because business is not so good?" "No, my family heard about the robbed recycling station a while ago, and also heard about the ongoing gang fights nearby. They were a little worried about my safety, so they came to me to discuss retirement. They have already sold their house in the city and are planning to move back to the countryside. They also persuaded me to go back with them, and I thought about it and agreed." Old Carl explained: "After all, living here alone is really boring. There are also many ignorant young people on the streets who like to do things recklessly. I am also old, so living a quiet life in the countryside may be more suitable for me."
"I've been in this city long enough. There's nothing worth missing for me, except for this scrapyard and those beautiful 18-year-old girls." Old Carl was filled with emotion, "In fact, there are many hot girls in the countryside, and they are easy to pick up!" This old crook. You might as well just die in an 18-year-old girl's bed. You've had enough fun in this life. But Zhang Ailun also felt that he had no right to judge old Carl, as he himself was quite extravagant. Although Dominic was a little reluctant, he still wished him well: "I hope you can live the life you want in the countryside, Carl. Don't mess around anymore. Maybe you can live a few more years." "Thank you for your blessing, kid. But in this world, only beautiful women and wine are worth living! I also hope that you can leave the streets as soon as possible and live a normal life." Old Carl showed a satisfied smile. He had played so much in his life and had already had enough. Even if one day I really take too many kidney pills and can't wake up after kicking my legs, I will still die with a smile on my face. It's so cool. "Carl, how are you going to sell this scrap yard? Are you going to use the online opportunity network to find customers?" Zhang Ailun asked. Old Carl replied: "Of course, although I haven't found a suitable buyer yet, this purchasing station has all the qualifications. I have also filled out the information and put it up for sale online. During this period, many people have consulted me, but basically they just want to learn more and have no intention of buying." "Then how much do you plan to sell this recycling station for?" Zhang Ailun asked again. Old Carl and Old Zhang Allen were positive and a little surprised. "Why, do you want to take over and buy it? Don't forget that I didn't remind you that the price may be beyond your imagination. It won't be much cheaper than buying a bar on the street." Isn't it cheaper than a bar? That's about $40,000 to $50,000? Holy shit, why is a shabby recycling station with nothing in it sold for so much? Zhang Ailun said: "I do want to do this business, but not only for myself, but also for Dominic to have a proper career. Although I can take out tens of thousands of dollars now, that money has other uses. Don't you still have at least two weeks before moving? Give me some time and I can get enough money." "For me?" Dominic was surprised. "You don't want to spend your whole life picking up cans on the street, do you?" Zhang Ailun answered calmly, "I plan to set up a resource recycling company in the future. The projects involved are not just as simple as picking up cans, but also include discarded electronics and even military waste. However, I have to start with the most basic can work. I will use your identity and name to register a company and be one of the project leaders for recycling. After all, you know my situation. If I am the registrant of the company, it will probably be difficult to conduct business in the future." Dominic was shocked, "Really? You trust me so much?" Zhang Ailun laughed: "What's the big deal? Aren't we partners? Man, I'm telling you the truth. If you lie to me and try to conceal and deceive me, then I'd rather not stay on the West Coast." He took out a few banknotes and waved them in front of the other person's eyes. "Now, even if I do nothing, I can get at least $400 in dividends every day. If I invest in opening a scrap collection station, contract the business in the rich area, or even a chain of collection stations, and earn the profits of other scavenger teams in various regions, wouldn't I be able to make thousands of dollars a day just by lying down?" People are afraid of becoming famous just like pigs are afraid of getting fat. Instead of struggling on the front line and enduring the difficulties faced by those white elites, it is better to lie behind the scenes as a shareholder, earn dividends, and make suggestions on the strategic development of the company. You'd better not mess with me. If you piss me off, I'll sentence you to at least two hundred years in prison, or even death penalty. "Hahaha, young man, you have a good idea. I started my business by recycling waste! But this business is not that easy. Can you collect $45000 in two weeks?" Old Carl smiled and said, "Although this scrap collection station is small and located in a relatively remote street, it still contains property ownership qualifications, business licenses, environmental protection qualifications, resource recycling company contracts, and a Toyota Hilux pickup truck produced in 1982. These are all assets of Alfred Recycling Company." The recycling station, which looks small and shabby, actually has a formal company name and qualifications, which can also be found online. Apart from the land, nothing else about a recycling station is valuable. The main cost is the fees for procedures and qualifications. Environmental protection qualifications and business licenses are also difficult to obtain nowadays, and you need connections if you want to get them through the back door.
Instead of opening a new recycling station, it is better to take over an old recycling station directly and inherit its credit qualifications and stable old customers. "If it were someone else, I definitely wouldn't lower the price, but if you really have this idea, I can give you a discount. For $45000, this scrap recycling station can be yours," said Old Carl. $45000 is still a considerable sum of money, and many families even need to take out loans to raise the sum. If Zhang Ailun had just come to the West Coast to pick up cans, he would not have dared to even think about the amount of money. But now the chief has $50295 in cash deposits alone, $1500 in foreign debts, $7500 worth of gold to be sold, a Jeep Wrangler worth $ to $, including a GMC Excursion RV worth $ registered in Dominic's name, and a Trek bicycle. All the assets are already terrifyingly rich!! (End of this chapter)