Chapter 156 Financial Owner Lao Hei couldn't understand what the chief leader did, but he was deeply shocked. Seeing Zhang Ailun's tough attitude and fearlessness, Lao Hei, who realized something was wrong, quickly stood up and wanted to leave. But they were pointed at the face by the guns in Bailey and Richie's hands. They had no temper at all and could only say submissively: "Man, we don't want to have a conflict with you. We really come here with sincerity! Isn't it good to cooperate and make money together?" "We can make money on our own, why do we need to cooperate with you? You dare to sell drugs and leaves in the bar today, who knows what you will do tomorrow! Just stay here honestly, the police will be here soon." Zhang Ailun scolded them angrily. Mary and Keith had already called the police, and the operator who received the notification also reported the matter to the dispatch center, sending patrol officers from nearby blocks to investigate the incident. Any incident involving a shooting would be at least a two-star mission. Seeing that there was no room for detours, the black men were also driven to desperation. They did not want to sit and wait for death. The leading black man wanted to fight to the death. He threw the package to his companion next to him and turned around to escape through the back door. Zhang Ailun opened fire without saying a word. With a bang, the gun went off! This time, the leader's aim was finally correct. He hit Lao Hei's butt directly and accurately from a distance of more than ten meters. The other party let out a scream and fell to the ground, covering his butt. The black man next to him was also frightened, and someone wanted to take out a gun from his bag, but Bailey, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, rushed over and pinned the man to the ground, knocking the gun out of the black man's hand. Bailey held the pistol and hit the old black man's forehead twice, breaking it immediately and causing blood to flow out. Richie, who was standing next to him, had only one hand and could not help much. He could only point the gun at the other blacks and issue a warning, making them dare not move. Zhang Ailun and his companions quickly controlled the situation on the field. They picked up the gun on the ground, removed the magazine and found that there were no bullets. He was immediately amused.
"What's the point of having more people than you? If you want to get involved in this, you need a background and firepower! You use this to scare people? Who on the streets can be scared by you?" Zhang Ailun pointed at them and cursed. The old black man lying on the ground was still holding his buttocks and screaming and wailing, "Quick! Call an ambulance, my buttocks were shot, I'm going to die!" "Just bear with it, the police will be here soon." Zhang Ailun ignored his thoughts. He just turned to look at the frightened Mary and the other two and asked, "Are you okay?" Mary and Gis were used to this kind of scene and quickly calmed down. "It's okay, but what about the money and drugs?" "Of course we handed it over to the police. They tried to sell drugs in our store and robbed us at gunpoint, so we fought back indoors. This was self-defense." Zhang Ailun gave the two men some legal knowledge, signaling them not to worry. He put away the submachine gun and prepared his ID and business license. Not long after, the police arrived at the scene. The sound of brakes and hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and it seemed that quite a few people had arrived. With a bang, the door of the bar was knocked open, and four or five police officers rushed in from outside. As soon as they came in, they pointed their guns and shouted loudly: "Police officers are investigating the case! Put your hands up! Let us see your hands!" Mary and Keith also recognized some of the police officers; they were all familiar faces. They were also wondering, why is it that this bar has shooting incidents every other day? It turns out that the crackdown on gangs is not thorough enough! We must carry out Officer MiG's will to the end! Zhang Ailun and the others raised their hands in coordination, indicating that they were not a threat. "Hey! Officers, good afternoon. We are the ones who called the police! I am the owner of this bar, and these people are my employees. These black people lying on the ground are terrorists!" Place the prepared documents on the table for the officers to see. The leading third-level police officer looked at Lao Hei, who was lying on the ground with his hands on his head, the black handbag beside him, and the bloodstains on the ground with a stern face. He immediately understood what had happened at the scene. He waved his hand and asked someone to go over and control those little black guys, then walked over to ask about the details, "Hello, are you the ones who called the police? What happened here?" Zhang Ailun immediately told the other party what happened and said innocently: "It's obvious that these black people tried to threaten us and force drug trafficking here. I didn't agree with them and wanted to rob them at gunpoint. I couldn't stand it and fought back. This is my CCW certificate. My guys are all veterans. This is a newly opened veterans bar." The third-level police officer checked his ID and found nothing wrong. He also felt that he looked familiar and asked in confusion, "Are you the Asian who participated in the operation to arrest drug dealers and wanted criminals last time? What is your relationship with Sig Compry?" "Sig is my friend. I also know your boss, Officer Mig, and we often interact privately. My friend, Attorney Dave, also works in the court," said Zhang Allen. After hearing what he said, the third-level police officer understood. It turned out to be the sponsor.
There's someone above him. The police officer's expression eased a lot, and he said with emotion: "I'm very sorry that this happened here. God bless you that you didn't suffer any injuries or property losses. Next, I will take the person back for questioning. Mr. Jin, you also need to ask your employees to come over and make a statement with us. Please rest assured that it will not delay your normal business. Is there any surveillance in your bar?" Hearing the police officer's question, Zhang Ailun thought that even if there was one, he would have to say no, so he replied regretfully: "I'm sorry, this bar was just bought back from the court auction a few days ago, and the cameras haven't been installed yet." "I understand. So, these blacks wanted to rob people at gunpoint and carry out drug trafficking. They carried a total of 2000 US dollars? And a bag of leaves, including a cop pistol, right?" asked the third-level police officer. "I'm not sure about the details. I didn't notice what was in those bags. I think it's what you said." Zhang Ailun answered. "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Jin. You helped us catch these drug trafficking gangs." The police officer shook hands with him, then waved happily and asked his colleagues to drag the people into the car and take them away. No matter how small an ant is, it is still meat. Zhang Allen also asked Bailey and Richie to cooperate with the police to go to the police station to record their statements. He watched the police car leave at the door, and when he came back, he said to Mary and Giss: "Delete all the surveillance videos of today and yesterday." "There were clearly more than 2000 US dollars in the bag just now, as well as cocoa and leaves. How come there were only a bag of leaves and US dollars left in the end? How many years in prison can they be sentenced to? I guess they will be released in a while." Mary was a little worried. He was even more dissatisfied with the rampant corruption among Los Angeles police officers, who turned black into white in broad daylight. Is there any Wangfa? Is there any law? "Isn't there lawyer Dave? My friend works in the court, and he is the law! If you let him handle this case, at least you will definitely not see them while they are alive. Unless they are really clean and have not committed any crime, but if they have a clean resume, they will not be reported by us and sent to prison." Zhang Ailun was not worried at all. "In order to reduce their sentences, they always said exactly how much they sold when the police officers were taking evidence. The police officers said they only sold one bag of leaves. Would they not cooperate and say they sold two bags of leaves? And how many bags of cocoa?" Isn't that just asking for trouble? After dealing with the issues with these black people, Zhang Ailun asked Gis to clean up the place quickly, wipe off the blood on the ground, and spray some perfume so as not to affect the business of the bar. We were supposed to open around 10 o'clock tonight. Although we didn't attract enough people for the show, we could still sell alcohol. But these black people have made it a mess. We need to wait for notification from the police and readjust before we can officially open tomorrow. Zhang Allen received another message from Dominic. He, David, and Gate went to collect a batch of goods, which included all kinds of things, and he needed to handle the sales personally. After saying hello to Mary and Gus, Zhang Allen went out and drove to the Alfred Recycling Station. After arriving here, I got off the car and entered the recycling station, and saw a batch of goods stored in the yard. Yesterday's Apple computers were also there, and several customers were queuing up with bags to be weighed. Gate and David were here to help. Zhang Allen entered the house, waited for a while, and took out the project list to look at it. The jar netted about $840. The paper shell had a net gain of $66. Other scrap electrical appliances cost about $300. Zhang Ailun also picked up a 1960 Christmas special bazooka rocket launcher 1:1 simulation toy and an 1805 American ship license document. The toy looked pretty good. Zhang Ailun didn't know much about the ship license document, but it had an official seal and the president's signature on it, so he thought it should be worth some money. Dominic and the other two finished the work at hand and went into the house to add another profit to the project. "David, help me move that Apple computer into the car. I'm going to sell them at the pawn shop." Zhang Ailun asked David to do the moving, while he put away the toys and documents. "Ok." After saying hello to Dominic, Zhang Ailun drove to Old George's pawn shop. When I pushed the door open and walked in, I saw that there was no customer in the store. Old George was fiddling with an old gramophone from the 50s, playing an unknown female song to cultivate his sentiments.
His girlfriend is cleaning. "Hey! Customer, you're here again! Do you have anything good to sell me?" Looking up, he saw Zhang Ailun walking in with a lot of bags. Old George immediately perked up and gave him a warm welcome. Zhang Ailun didn't waste any words. He placed the Apple computer and a box of well-preserved pixel-style game magnetic cards on the table, along with a mouse and keyboard, and explained its origins. "This is an llgs Apple computer produced in 1988. It is still relatively intact. It can also be started and played. How much do you think it is worth?" "Apple computer? This thing may not be very eye-catching now, but it was very popular at that time." Old George was knowledgeable and could recognize the anti-counterfeiting mark and the authenticity of the big-headed computer almost at a glance. I took out the game card, plugged in the power and started the computer. After a three-minute blue screen, this old guy finally started up perfectly. Playing with the longboard mouse, George smiled and said, "I bought one before, but the supporting facilities and magnetic card are damaged, and the keyboard and mouse are long gone. Although this kind of thing is rare on the market, there should be people willing to collect it. I am more inclined to buy it for $60." "Goodbye." Zhang Ailun pretended to move it away. "Hey! If you are not satisfied with the price, we can talk about it again! We are old friends, why are you doing this?" Old George immediately stopped him. Zhang Ailun put the computer on the counter again. "I'll give you one more chance. How much is a 1988 Apple computer with a magnetic card?" "One hundred and fifty dollars," thought Old George. "This kind of thing can be considered a nostalgic antique. I also gave you a game card and a keyboard and mouse. For the whole set, $300 is really not expensive, right?" Zhang Ailun retorted. "Although this stuff has value, there isn't much of it. If you throw it on the street, the fine will be more than $300. Besides me recycling it, the only other option is to send it to a recycling station," explained Old George. "How do you know I opened a recycling station?" Zhang Ailun was surprised. “……”No, you are serious. Old George felt a little numb immediately. Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "I suggest you think carefully about its price, otherwise I can only keep it in the recycling station and sell it to others. There will always be someone willing to pay a higher price for it!" "300 dollars. I can take it if your other things can impress me." Old George looked at other things again. "Ok." Zhang Ailun immediately took out the rocket launcher toy and placed it on the counter. Old George's eyes lit up, he took the toy out of the box and looked at it carefully. "This thing is exactly the same as the real thing in both appearance and size. It is also made based on the blueprint of the bazooka, which is a very famous light anti-tank rocket launcher developed in 1942. It is also the earliest anti-tank weapon in the world and a very classic! This is obviously a special version made for Christmas. Basically, it is a must-have toy that every family will buy for their children." He tried to load the toy cannonball, aimed at the counter not far away and pulled the trigger to fire. With a snap, the missile flew out like a spring and accurately hit his girlfriend's butt. "Wuhu!" Old George gave a thumbs up, "I hit a tank!" “…” The girlfriend gasped and rubbed her buttocks. You really know how to have fun. Zhang Ailun sighed, "So what price are you going to pay for it?" "I think the price of $400 is reasonable. After all, no matter how classic it is, it is just a toy." "Ok. This bazooka rocket launcher simulation toy is $400, and the Apple computer is $300." Zhang Allen nodded, took out the paper again, and asked Old George to identify it.
"This is a document for a ship license issued in 1805 in the United States, with an official seal and the president's signature!" Old George perked up instantly and put on his glasses seriously, "Are you kidding me?" After looking at it carefully for a while, he took out the license plate of his mobile phone and sent it to a professional for help in identification. After half a day, his serious expression finally eased. He said with a smile: "Yes! This is indeed a real ship license document made of kraft paper, and it is also a maritime protection order issued in 1805. The content is a regulation requiring the United States to protect the safety of merchant ships. However, in the 18th and 19th centuries, the United States' maritime power was not strong, and there was not enough national defense to support merchant ship trade. This is just a face-saving project. The only valuable thing about this protection order is the signature and seal of President James, and in addition, there is also the signature of Thomas Jefferson!" "So how much is it worth?" Zhang Ailun didn't care about the past, nor was he very interested. He only cared about the value of this protection order. After all, it had the signatures of two presidents! Old George asked for advice and said seriously, "Sir, if you want to sell it, I'm willing to pay $4500 for it." (End of this chapter)