Chapter 143 Dragon Slaying Knife On the way back to the suburbs, Zhang Ailun rested and took out the USB flash drive to connect it to the central control screen in the car. He started to look at the table of contents on the screen and was soon attracted by the notes. When I clicked on it, I was a little shocked. "WTF! What the hell is this!?" Sig, who was driving seriously, accidentally glanced at the central control screen and was completely stunned. "This is evidence of a crime!" Zhang Ailun reviewed the video of the erotic transaction and soon discovered that the mental states of these heroines were somewhat abnormal. They must have taken drugs or aphrodisiac pills. Not all male protagonists are black, there are also quite a few white old men. "The technique is a bit crude, so it's okay. They filmed this kind of pornographic transaction video, in addition to coercing and bribing the victims, they probably also wanted to make it into pirated discs and sell them." This level of first-person perspective video is not eligible to be posted on paid channels, and cannot be made public even on YouTube or P-station. It can only be burned into CDs through underground channels and sold on the streets, or made into compressed packages and sold on the dark web. "These guys are nothing." Sig just felt bored, but he was used to it. There is nothing new under the sun. Zhang Ailun unplugged the USB drive and handed it to Sig along with the notebook containing the drug trafficking list. He said solemnly, "It's useless to keep this thing. The gangs might send someone to look for evidence someday. Let's just hand it over to Officer Mig and let more professional personnel handle it. I think he should know what to do."
Let MiG deal with Lao Hei, he is a professional match for him. Sig agreed with his idea, "I will hand these things over to Officer Mig, and then there will definitely be one less black gang on the streets." By the way, it can also save fallen girls. But some of them are used to staying with Lao Hei, addicted to drugs, and have to be whipped several times a day. They may not really want to leave Lao Hei, so coercive measures must be taken. They are sent there to help them quit drug addiction first, and then to help them quit drugs. They soon returned to the city, and Zhang Allen simply asked Sig to drive the car to George Pawn Shop and unload three old motorcycles from the car. The noise outside the door also attracted old George's attention, and he soon walked out of the store. "Hey! What's going on here? You better not park this pile of junk in front of my door and delay my business!" Old George looked at the motorcycles with some dissatisfaction. Why are you pretending to be driving a Jeep? Are you blocking my gate because you want to buy it for free? "What did you say? Old George?" Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. Old George quickly noticed that the owner of the car was a regular customer, and his expression changed instantly. He said with a smile: "Oh, it's you, my guest. Is this your car? Look! It's a really cool off-road vehicle! I didn't recognize it. What good stuff do you want to sell to me today?" "We picked up these motorcycles from the suburbs. Just give us an estimate of the price and we'll sell them to you at a low price." Zhang Ailun pointed at the three motorcycles. "I don't accept everything here, and this isn't some famous brand motorcycle." Old George took a look at it, checked it out, and found that it was neither an antique collection nor a famous brand motorcycle, and it had almost no profit or value. "If I were you, I would choose to send them to the scrap recycling station next door. Maybe the people there will give you a satisfactory price!" Old George said tactfully that there was a difference between his pawn shop and a scrap recycling station after all. If he accepted everything, wouldn't it lower his status and standards? "Don't say that. I will definitely bring you something better when the time comes, tomorrow at the latest." Seeing that he was reluctant to accept the motorcycle, Zhang Ailun pulled him aside and told him the secret. "What good stuff?" asked Old George puzzledly. "At least 700 grams of gold and a Soviet-imitation American-standard BMW three-wheeled battlefield motorcycle. Are you interested?" Zhang Ailun whispered. "Gold? Battle bike? I'm interested," Old George said excitedly. "Are you sure you want to sell it to me? Do you have any photos?" "Not yet, but we're still preparing to purchase the stock." Zhang Ailun replied.
"..." Old George understood instantly. You boy. You'd better get the car and the gold! How could he know that the chief leader was talking about bidding for containers and refining gold? He thought it was a limited-time event at the gold shop where you could buy gold for free for zero dollars. After the two men finished talking mysteriously, they returned to discuss the sale of the three motorcycles. "This motorcycle should be worth at least four hundred dollars, right?" Sig asked suspiciously. "Three cars, $400." Old George waved the Dragon Slaying Sword habitually. "What!? You might as well just go and rob it!" Sig was a little confused after hearing this, and a little annoyed for a moment. "Isn't this what you guys stole from the suburbs? How could something you picked up be in such good condition?" Old George was a man of sharp vision and profound experience. Just one sentence made Sig dumbfounded. Old George gave the rookie in the collectibles industry a good lesson. "The carburetor, the ignition switch, the wheels, the plastic shell fenders, all of them are made of cheap materials and are useless. They are basically all privately assembled parts from second-hand modification shops. The tires are so worn out, they must have been driven on highways and mountain roads frequently. You must have gotten these from the oil dealers in the country town, or from the group of motorcycle gangs on the road, right?" Old George talked eloquently, "Country kids can't afford good pickup trucks and cars, so they can only buy a few motorcycles to play with. These cars are worthless, they are all sissy cars, and they are far inferior to Harley and Honda. Apart from dismantling them into parts and selling them, basically no one wants them in the city, so it's not easy to sell them. The most I can give is $200 per car." Xige was completely fooled by him and doubted his life, "Is there really no one who wants this thing?" Old George smiled and said, "It has value, but not much. It's a little better than street junk." Sig was chopped into a Muggle by the Dragon Slaying Sword and was completely defeated. But Zhang Ailun is not as ignorant as him. "Don't listen to him. Even the parts are valuable. Do you really think the motorcycle engine is parallel imported? If they are disassembled and sold in the second-hand market, they can easily sell for $150." He patted a motorcycle that looked a little better, "It's a BMW!" "This is a BMW, stop trying to scare me." Old George thought he had seen it wrong, so he leaned over to take a closer look and found that the words on the logo were pasted by himself, the decals were changed by himself, and the blue sky and white clouds were completely upside down. "If I didn't really own a BMW, I would have been fooled by you." Old George was a little speechless. Just by putting on a shell, you really think you are an S1200R. Even if you drastically change the appearance, if the engine and core configuration can't keep up, it will not have the momentum and won't be able to run. BMW? I think you are a stubborn ass. "Then you name a price yourself. It'd better not be too outrageous." Old George understood that the chief was an old rival who was not easy to fool. In addition, the old customer made him a lot of money and also promised to sell him a Soviet-imitation battlefield motorcycle. He was so anxious that he was almost hooked to a black carp, so he made appropriate concessions. "These three motorcycles are $600 each," Zhang Ailun said after thinking. "No! I can't make any money at this price." Old George refused on the spot when he heard it: "The most I can give is $400. These three bikes are really hard to sell." If it weren't for the battlefield motorcycle and the gold, he would never have accepted these three broken bikes. Very good, the estimated price has been reached. But Zhang Ailun was not satisfied and said, "500 dollars per unit. I'll take a small loss, but don't say it's hard to sell. Pull it to a poor street at night and park it for a few minutes. Then go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of water. If you can still see it when you come out, then Xige is your son! Then you will know how popular this thing is outside." Sig: ? Old George fell into deep thought and felt that what Zhang Allen said made sense. Anyway, he has never been poor. The people he serves are always high-end customers and gamblers. The things he collects are antiques and collectibles. He doesn't care about the poor people on the street and doesn't understand their survival rules. The most he can do is buy a gun for zero yuan and kill someone.
"Wait for me!" Old George was skeptical. He took out his cell phone, took a few photos, contacted someone in the address book, and consulted the other party. After a moment, Old George nodded with satisfaction, "OK, three old motorcycles of unknown brands, $500 each! I'll take them! A total of $1500." "make a deal." Zhang Ailun shook his hand and took out the collection savings card. "Give me a receipt and transfer the money directly to this bank card through online banking." When Old George saw the savings card from HuaShan Bank, he immediately smiled and said, "It seems that you did what I said. This card is definitely useful because I and my friends are using it!" "In business, I might lie to customers to make money, but I never go too far! After all, this is a legal transaction, and we can still be friends afterwards. And as a friend, my advice is always accurate!" After all, he was able to build up such a huge fortune now, all thanks to the eight-character motto, reasonable tax avoidance, and taking advantage of misfortunes. There is no such thing as fraud in the antique business. Every failure makes you wiser, that's called wisdom! "I introduced you to that bank only because of our long-term cooperation. If it were someone else, I would not bother to reveal any information." Old George said, taking credit. Zhang Ailun felt that the old man was cpu him, and smiled: "Then I really have to thank you very much, this is really helpful to me. You and your girlfriend are getting along well recently, right?" Old George looked very energetic, except that his face was a little pale. I wonder if it was a last burst of vitality. "Of course, after all, she helped me rediscover the confidence I had when I was young, and we enjoyed a wonderful night." Old George was beaming with joy, and he revealed, "If you receive a text message from the bank someday, you can also use this card to attend some charity auctions. Tickets are free, food and drinks are free, and you can get to know more people. If you buy something, you will get a tax deduction receipt, as well as other special benefits." "Ok." Zhang Ailun had no interest in the charity auction. He had barely eaten his fill, so how could he have so much money to donate to others? If there were other benefits, such as tax exemptions, white-collar economics, or information about profitable errands and activities, he would be willing to go. Special benefits, I can have many colors. Old George added, "If you have enough savings and apply for the bank's internal appreciation business, you are fully qualified to be invited to some private parties hosted by the bank. They are all collectors and wealthy people in the industry, with a net worth of at least tens of millions, and there are also exciting programs." Zhang Ailun looked at him suspiciously, "Have you participated in it?" "A secret." Old George smiled mysteriously, "I can only tell you that it is simply heaven there. There will also be many people who can be seen on the big screen but cannot be touched, who will be willing to date you. After all, they are all resources and connections." "..." I knew there was something fishy going on here. After saying this, Old George turned and went into the house to write him a receipt. Sig watched the two people fighting like gods, and felt his head bald. "Is that the end? This old man is really unreliable! He bargained so hard!" "If the pawn shop owner is to be believed, sows on the West Coast can climb trees." Zhang Ailun said unhappily, "You really should learn from Dominic. It won't hurt to look up more information online. Don't always stare at the female anchor's butt. Otherwise, you will be sold out one day and have to help others count the money." "You are slandering me! When did I ever peek at the female anchor?" Sig immediately denied it. He was clearly watching openly and he even gave her a $2 tip. He complained again: "Of course you are talking without any pain. There are so many beautiful girls waiting to date you, but I can't even get a date with any of them. I am dying of thirst and drowning of water."
If he had one-tenth of the popularity of the leader and Dominic, he wouldn't be single. "There will be a chance. Practice more!" Zhang Ailun patted Sig's body. He was much stronger than before. At least he wouldn't be knocked to the ground by a wine bottle again. Get two. Soon, Old George came out with the receipt and bank card, "I have transferred the money to you." Zhang Ailun took the receipt and bank card, took out his mobile phone and looked at the balance in the text message, nodded with satisfaction, "Got it!" After saying hello to Old George again, the two got in the car and left. Passing a traffic light, Zhang Ailun took out today's profit of $6500 and gave Sig a dividend of $1500. He took out another 2000 . dollars and asked him to visit Officer Miguel, and to hand over the stolen goods on a USB flash drive, including the drug trafficking bills of the black gang and videos of erotic transactions. After all, we agreed last time to send Miguel some cookies, so you have to give more benefits when asking someone to do something for you. Although Miguel is only a senior police officer now and does not have much say, if he can maintain this relationship steadily and wait for him to be promoted and get a raise to become a district sheriff, sheriff, inspector, deputy chief, and chief, while eliminating unfavorable factors, he can also escort the Beggars' Sect and expand its scale, and achieve win-win cooperation, which will definitely bring many benefits. How to build a good relationship with the police chief in Los Angeles? Answer: Invest in him while he is still a police officer. Sig chose to get off at the next intersection and went to the neighborhood where Mig was patrolling. The two parties agreed to meet at the milk tea shop. Zhang Ailun also changed seats and counted his savings, which was US$53259. He drove back to his own territory and started patrolling, showing up in front of the new disciples who had joined the Beggars' Sect. Soon it was evening. Sig sent a message to Zhang Ailun, reporting the latest progress. (End of this chapter)