Chapter 162 Women are like fine wine, the older they get the better they taste Zhang Ailun didn't expect that his strategy would turn out to be a success, and he also felt that the other party's feelings towards Wen Ke were a bit complicated, so do you really want this old man to die? I counted the amount, six thousand dollars, four thousand dollars more than the basic salary as compensation? You must be rich! You are generous. The chief leader worked so hard last time and only earned three thousand dollars. This time, he just went to the island for a trip, gained some experience, and earned fifteen hundred dollars! After chatting for a few more words, Lisa turned and left to continue accompanying old man Wen Ke. Zhang Allen handed the money to Sig and took only the $1520 he was entitled to. Qiao Sen's butt was fine and he could walk by himself in the afternoon. Zhang Ailan asked Bailey to continue taking care of him here, and he and Sig left the hospital, preparing to send him back to the Qiaodong camp for him to sleep. Passing the traffic light, he took out his cell phone and looked at the daily intelligence again. He had already read it on the plane, but he didn't have the energy to do these things at the time. [Daily Intelligence: The black motorcycle gang at the Titan Game Hall in the Fifth Street District learned that two black gang members were missing and decided to investigate the people involved. They are mainly engaged in the errands of recycling and smuggling vehicles, and recently had a deal with Mark from Mike's Modification Shop in the suburbs. They expect to find someone to investigate and find out intelligence information about you within three days.] Within three days? I can kill you in two days! [Daily Intelligence: Tommy's Great White Shark private record company went bankrupt due to poor management, was betrayed, and was closed down by the police. He suffered a serious blow and had to sell his property to pay off his debts. He is going to come to you to issue a commission to help him take back the pirated discs worth 50,000 US dollars.] Tommy? This guy is bankrupt? And he wants them to help him recover the goods? Zhang Ailun thought that he might as well give up the goods worth 50,000 US dollars, but if it was too difficult to find, then forget it, as he didn't know much about the Hollywood circle on the West Coast.
After all, with their limited financial resources, even if they invest in a smaller rap circle, they won't be able to make even a small splash. The competition is extremely fierce, and the circle is full of gangsters. [Daily Intelligence: Sanji Bar has developed a new errand activity. A batch of brandy smuggled by gangs in the last century is stored in the cellar. It was dug out by white young gangsters in a small town in Los Angeles County and sold at a low price on the Internet. It is unparalleled in its appeal to drunkards. It is expected to bring you a net income of more than $20000 in a week. ] This is good! It's more practical, give me more! There is no risk, it is a completely profitable business. [Daily Intelligence: Old Pick's Auto Repair Shop has temporarily closed due to the death of its owner. Your good friend Darren has taken over the shop and may want to sell it.] Darren? Old Peake died? Zhang Ailun briefly calculated the available funds he had on hand, which was $18. If the profits from the recycling station and the bar were added, the cash flow would be around $8199. It seems like a lot, but when something really happens, there is actually nothing you can do, and it is not enough to make the side business or the venue too big. If I could take over the old Pick's auto repair shop and use it as a second side business besides the bar, unlocking the used car business would indeed be a way to make money. You still have to work hard to make money and accumulate initial capital. Zhang Ailun sent Sig back to the Qiaodong camp and told him to catch up on his sleep. He said he would not bother him today since he had something else to do. He then took out his cell phone, searched the address book for the phone number of the modification shop, and contacted Mark. Soon the other party answered the phone. "Hello? This is Suburban Mike Modification Shop. Who are you looking for?" "It's me. Do you remember me? The buyer of that GMC Excursion RV." Zhang Ailun said. "Oh, it's you? Sir, what's the matter? Do you want to buy a car or repair it?" Mark asked enthusiastically. "I want to ask you something. Do you know the biker gang in Titan Game Hall? Did they make a deal with you a while ago?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Titan Game Hall? Those black guys? They do have some cooperation projects with us. Did you offend them?" Mark asked curiously. "We have some personal grudges that need to be resolved. It's not me who is actively looking for trouble with them. It's them who want to cause trouble for me, Hu Anjin. I received news that they wanted to investigate me, and I also learned that they are in the smuggling car business, so I wanted to find you to understand the situation." Zhang Ailun replied. Mark was silent for a moment and said, "Hey, man, this is between you. It has nothing to do with us. You'd better not involve us! Juanjin? Aren't you doing can recycling work now? I heard that your business in the city is very hot recently. You even opened a bar. Our boss is planning to withdraw from the can market and focus on vehicle recycling work." "I just want to make a living. If others don't come to provoke me, I won't provoke him." Zhang Ailun said, "I need you to provide me with some information about those black people in the Titan Game Hall, as well as a list of their car recycling projects. It would be better if it involves illegal crimes. Don't worry, I promise not to involve you. I will deal with them privately."
"This puts me in a difficult position. I'm just an employee of my boss, responsible for repairing cars, and I have no say." Mark said hesitantly, "If you want to make money in this business, you'll more or less do some illegal projects. After all, the profit from zombie cars is limited, and you need luck to find bargains in a car cemetery. The profit from private cars and stolen luxury cars is not as high! Those motorcycle gangs did sell me some serial number parts for vehicles that were reported lost to the police." "for example?" "Tires, wheels, three-way catalytic converters, electronic equipment, audio equipment, batteries, air-conditioning compressors, after all, there are only so many valuable parts on a car. The rest are relatively large items and difficult to carry and handle," said Mark. "Then can you send me the transaction list and the destination of the parts? You can set the conditions." Zhang Ailun said. “…” Mark fell silent after hearing this. "Mark, how much hourly wage does your boss pay you? I also plan to take over a modification shop in the future. Do you want to work with me?" Zhang Ailun directly wielded the hoe, trying to poach people. "I'm doing well here and I have no intention of changing jobs for the time being. Aren't you mainly engaged in can recycling business?" Mark asked puzzledly. "Opening up one more market means making more money. Don't you understand this principle? I still have a bar." Zhang Ailun smiled. "Ok, you are the boss, you have money and you can find anyone to invest. But I am just a car repairman and I don't have much savings. Maybe when you really open a modification shop, I will be interested in following you." "Forget about the reward. I've been annoyed with those niggers for a long time. Just think of it as free information. It's not a big deal. I helped you this time. If I run into trouble in the future, you have to help me solve it!" After Mark finished speaking, he took a screenshot of the transaction list of the goods and sent it to Zhang Allen. "Don't worry, I'm always generous to my friends. If you need my help in the future, just ask." After chatting for a few more sentences, Mark suddenly heard a dog barking. He couldn't help but curse, "Fuck, that fat guy is here again. He always comes to pick a fight with me recently. I'm going to go find trouble with him!" "Good luck." The other party hung up the phone, and Zhang Ailun seemed to hear the sound of a gun being loaded. These people who own land in the suburbs do things in a wild way, with a bit of the feeling of Detroit and Florida. Zhang Allen clicked on the picture and took a look. There were more than 30 pages of screenshots with clear prices, ranging from small parts of tens of dollars to catalytic converters of hundreds of dollars, and modified wheels and tires of thousands of dollars. The transaction started in 18, and there have been several transactions during this period. The most recent transaction was a few days ago. The vehicle involved was the engine and three-way catalytic converter of an old Lamborghini Gallardo, as well as various parts. However, Mike's modification shop only purchased the engine and three-way catalytic converter. Other parts, such as the frame, chassis, braking system, electronic equipment, air conditioning and audio equipment, are not on their purchasing list. It should be that Lao Hei sold it to other shops. Zhang Ailun searched the news and found that the Southern Branch had indeed sent a report to the police. In the past half month alone, there were thousands of vehicles involved in the missing vehicles. Hundreds of vehicles were recovered, and the others were either wanted for bounties or under investigation. The owner of the Lamborghini Gallardo has also issued a reward of $8000, but it is obvious that he will never find his car because the Gallardo has been dismantled into parts and scattered all over the world. It is still unknown on which second-hand car it has been modified. Zhang Ailun simply contacted the car owner anonymously, edited a text message and sent part of the cargo list to the other party. The other party also responded quickly and opened the text message: Who are you? Are you sure this is my car? Anonymous: You don't need to care who I am, I'm just a kind person. What I want to tell you is that your Lamborghini has been dismantled and can never be found again, but I suggest you go to the Titan Game Hall in District 5 of Los Angeles to have a look, if you really have the confidence and courage. The other party was silent for a few minutes, as if he was going to investigate the background. Soon another message came: Thank you very much for providing me with this information, how can I thank you? Can you add a contact method? Anonymous: Call me Lei Feng. Zhang Ailun put away his phone and stopped caring about the matter. As long as the Lamborghini owner wanted to cause trouble, those black men would have a headache for a while.
The transaction data on these orders alone are not enough for police officers to arrest them. After all, without physical evidence as a chain of evidence, they cannot be killed all at once. But it is not so easy for those hackers to investigate him. As for Internet technology, they still have to rely on Blitzcrank, the godfather of hackers. Zhang Ailun simply sent another message to Blitz, asking him to do something for those old blacks. Zhang Ailun: Blitzcrank, can you remotely control the game console? The kind that can explode coins no matter what the player does? Blitz: This is very simple. We just need to tamper with the data of the console. The game console you are talking about is the coin-operated slot machine model found in major game halls? Zhang Ailun: That’s right, there are some biker gangs in Titan Game Hall who want to investigate me, and I don’t know when they will cause trouble for me, so I want to take the initiative and create some trouble for them, preferably to make them close down and have no energy to bother me again. Blitz: I can write a small program for you. You only need to insert the USB drive into the host to affect the data and randomly explode the gold coins, but this is a bit risky. I would rather hack into their network directly and use some crawlers to tamper with the game console data, but this is illegal and easy to be located by the police. Zhang Ailun: You are much more professional than me in this area. Which one do you think is more reliable? Those black people are doing some illegal business, and they dare not call the police. Blitz: Then I can safely hack into their backend central network and make every gaming machine explode with one click. This way, they can lose tens of thousands of dollars in a day, and they won't dare to open for business at least in the short term. Zhang Ailun: OK! I will wait for your good news. This kind of thing is as difficult as climbing to the sky for an outsider, but it is completely easy for Blitzcrank. After all, he can even remotely control the bank's ATM to make it explode with gold coins, not to mention several game consoles. After simply dealing with Lao Hei's affairs, Zhang Ailun simply called on a Beggar Gang disciple who had some free time, Navy Sergeant Melvin, who was one of the Five Elders of Kongtong. Using the map to search for the location, each person drove a car to a small town in the countryside to purchase the batch of wine and goods. It took some time to get to the town. Zhang Ailun also used his mobile phone to contact the white gangsters who were selling alcohol and goods. The other party was also very surprised when he received the call. He didn't expect that someone would place an order just after posting it online. And they came to pick up the goods at home. Zhang Ailun led his men to gather at the factory west of the town, and the young people from the town soon arrived on motorcycles. The leader got off the motorcycle. There were originally about five or six of them. They were wearing leather jackets, holding cigarettes, had colorfully dyed hair, and had bandages on their hands. But when he saw the familiar Wrangler, the white guy suddenly lost control of his brain, his expression became a little stiff, and he turned around and wanted to leave. "Hey! Where are you going? Are you still doing business?" Zhang Ailun noticed their arrival, got out of the car, and looked at their backs and felt that they looked a little familiar. When he noticed the other person's tightly wrapped arms, he quickly remembered something. "Fuck, is that you, kid?" Zhang Ailun immediately pulled out a pistol from his tactical chest bag and shouted, "Stand there and don't move! Otherwise I will shoot!!" "Hey, man! Boss! We didn't break any laws! We didn't cause any trouble! Please don't shoot us!" The white guy who was leading the group felt his scalp tingling and he quickly raised his hands and turned around. The other people around him were also stunned and didn't understand what was going on. Zhang Ailan brought Melvin up to him and took a look at his motorcycle. "Motorcycle, huh? New one? You've changed your profession from robbing gas stations to selling smuggled alcohol? Don't you know that this is illegal?" "We didn't break the law! The brandy was hidden in the cellar by smugglers and gangsters from the last century. We just happened to dig it out from the treasure map. It's unclaimed stuff, so whoever finds it owns it." The white guy felt a little aggrieved, and said, "What a coincidence, boss, I see you again. Is the motorcycle we left there still working?" "How do I know if it works? I didn't use it. I've already sold the motorcycle, so I basically didn't make much money." Zhang Ailun put away his gun in a bad mood, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, our account was settled last time, and this time we came here just to purchase the goods you have. You are an old friend, how much wholesale price are you going to give us? Wine from the last century, wouldn't it be expired?"
"Boss, you really know how to joke. Women are like fine wine, the older they get, the mellower they become. Women still have charm after decades, not to mention the wine!" The white guy forced a smile. (End of this chapter)