Chapter 189 The Poor Guy Comes to Los Angeles to Beg for Food Zhang Ailun followed him to the backyard and took a look at the miserable looking black van riddled with bullet holes. The car windows were shattered, the tires were blown out, and the bumper was crooked. "Forget it, let's just leave the car here. It's not easy to drive away." After thinking it over again and again, Zhang Ailun also chose to give up. Don't be too greedy. Given the miserable state of this car, even if you gave it to him, he wouldn't dare drive it on the highway into the city. The state troopers on the road aren't there to do anything for nothing. You were shooting in the woods, and the state police didn't care. You drove a rickety car that was about to fall apart on the road, showing that you really didn't care about people. You didn't even have the most basic respect between people. "Go back in and search carefully. Don't miss the pockets of the corpse. What if there is money there?" Zhang Ailun reminded. "Okay." Melvin nodded in agreement. Or maybe the leader is frugal. Even the dead’s money is not spared! Melvin didn't receive anything after that, just a few dozen dollars in cash. Zhang Allen searched upstairs and downstairs and found a wine bottle in the glass cabinet. I took it out and took a look. The wine bottle was completely different from today's wine bottles. The bottle was dark black and the label was not made of paper. It only had the year, wine name and origin written on it.
It says the production date is 1778, and is personally signed by "." Zhang Allen was impressed by this signature, and it was obviously from the private wine cellar of the late American President Thomas Jefferson. What a pity! If it was a complete bottle of red wine, the price would have been at least $100,000 at the auction, but now there is only an empty bottle, and the actual price has been greatly discounted, only worth a few thousand dollars. But no matter how small an ant is, it is still meat. Seeing that there was nothing of value here, Zhang Allen asked Melvin to take the small change of cash himself and took him out. He first moved all the ammunition to the back of the Wrangler, and then went to the cowshed on the ranch and drove all the cattle out. "Boss, it takes more than ten kilometers from here to the ranch in the country town. How long will it take us to drive the cattle there?" Seeing that the leader was determined to take the profits from beef, Melvin tried to persuade him helplessly. "Are you stupid? Wouldn't we call the ranch staff halfway through and ask them to drive over to pick up the cattle?" Zhang Ailun said, "Use your brain. We drove the cattle just to avoid having anything to do with the crime scene on this ranch. If the cattle ran away, we picked them up and sold them. Isn't that reasonable?" "Okay." Melvin thought about this reason and barely passed. He immediately started to drive the twelve cattle. Zhang Allen drove the Wrangler in front to lead the way, and he slowly drove the cattle behind. It took half an hour to drive the cattle to a place with lush grass and water, so that they could eat their fill. Zhang Ailun also searched for ranches in several rural towns on the online map and made phone calls to inquire. He also contacted the slaughterhouse. But when he learned that the slaughterhouse would only accept more than 50 cows at a time and only paid $ per kilogram of meat, Zhang Ailun immediately gave up the idea of sending his cows to the slaughterhouse. "You are really lucky to have survived the gunshot." I asked about the recycling price of the ranches one by one. They said they could drive more than ten kilometers to come and buy the cattle. The price of a cow was 300 US dollars per kilogram of meat for only bulls weighing more than 4 kilograms, and the price of other cows and calves was less than 4 US dollars. Zhang Ailun took a look and saw that they were all bulls, fat and strong, weighing over 300 kilograms. We immediately agreed to let them come and pick up the goods. Raising cattle on a ranch is really not profitable. Feed costs, site fees, management fees, the profit of raising a cow from a small to an adult is only two or three hundred dollars, and one hundred cows can make more than 20,000 dollars. The profit is entirely based on quantity. If you raise fewer cows, you might as well pick up cans in a big city for a few days. To be honest, at this price, if it were in the Western era, people would have made a fortune. But in modern times, the profit from running a dozen cows is not as good as that from a truckload of goods or munitions! No wonder there is basically no defense around the ranch, and even the fences and high-voltage power grids are just for show. While waiting here, Zhang Ailun also took out his mobile phone and contacted Blitz, who informed him that another buyer had purchased the jewelry and gold worth $100,000, but the buyer needed to deliver them to different places.
Zhang Ailun: You go contact Dominic and ask him for twenty people. Leave the opportunity to make money to those people in the team who are active in picking up cans. Let them see that they have enough channels for advancement. Only then will they work harder and strive for their better tomorrow! Blitzcrank: ... Do we have to describe PUA as so fresh and refined? But this is indeed a good arrangement, which allows the team members to make money, the chief leader can save some expenses, and can also train excellent talents. More importantly, the chief leader keeps his word and really gives money! A bunch of homeless people with bad credit are lucky to find jobs. What do they need bicycles for? Blitz: Ok, I'll arrange it, but how much dividend do you think is appropriate to give them? Zhang Ailun: How much time can they waste just delivering goods? A daily wage of $100 per person is already a lot. Twenty people would make that two thousand dollars. Blitzcrank: Okay. After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Ailan asked Blitz to go do his work, put away his phone and ended the conversation. He also thought that although the Beggars' Sect had a large reserve of talented disciples, many of them would not be used in the business run by the chief leader. He decided to let Xige recruit more soldiers after returning, and invest in more armed escort vehicles and weapons and equipment, so that he could take all orders, no matter how big or small! As low as $200 for delivery within the city, and no upper limit for cross-city door-to-door delivery. We work in shifts 24 hours a day and never close. Little by little, we will make a name for ourselves! It won't be long before I accumulate enough points and reputation to receive big orders like the last time. After waiting for a while, a truck from a rural ranch drove over with the logo of fresh beef on it. Zhang Allen asked Melvin to watch the cattle while he went over to talk to him. "Hey, buddy, where's your cow? Wait, I've seen it. It's the cow you raised?" Two men, one fat and one thin, one old and one young, got out of the car and kept talking like machine guns. The chief leader had also experienced their strength when they contacted him online to discuss prices, so he was not surprised by this. “Man, your cow is really big!!” My bull is really big. Zhang Ailun remained calm as he looked at the grandfather and grandson and said, "Let's sell each cow at the price we agreed on online, $600. I'll take a loss. You need to pay in cash. As long as you pay, you can take them away now." "We also need to check whether your cows are sick. Do they have the flu or are they apparently healthy?" said the fat old man. "Whatever you want." Zhang Ailun led the grandfather and grandson to the grazing path. The other party also took out a professional measuring instrument, fiddled with the hair and blood, and got the result. He said with satisfaction: "Sir, the results show that your cattle are young and strong, and the meat is delicious. We are willing to pay you $600 per cow." "Deal! Happy working together." The grandfather and grandson returned to the truck to get the cash, gave it to Zhang Ailun for review, counted it, and found no problems, so they simply asked Melvin to help drive the cattle onto the truck. But something unexpected happened during the process. The cow was quite docile and cooperative when it was eating grass on the road, but when it saw that it was about to be driven into the car, it immediately became angry and refused to cooperate at all, jumping around wildly, which made Melvin very confused. In order to get the cow on the car, he dragged the cow for more than ten meters on the ground, his face was covered with dirt, and his hands were all broken. He no longer had the compassion he had at the beginning. If the chief leader had not intervened, he would have wanted to draw his gun and eat the rare beef on the spot! Look at you, you are anxious. You were still feeling sorry for Niu Niu at the beginning. Finally, with the cooperation of professionals, the stubborn cow was successfully driven onto the car. "This cow has a bad temper and is very active. It is also very active. We can try to train it as a breeding cow." The grandfather and grandson discussed in a low voice. No wonder it has such a bad temper, it turns out that it is very active because it is big. A few minutes later, they drove the other cows up and successfully loaded them. The grandfather and grandson got on the truck, restarted the truck, greeted him and said, "Customer, if you have such high-quality cows in the future, please continue to consider selling them to us at a fair price!" "There will be a chance. Goodbye." After watching the truck go away, Zhang Allen counted the $7200 in cash on hand, took out $1200 as a dividend and gave it to Melvin, keeping $6000 for himself. He came out and was fine, but became like this after he came back. He was bleeding. I would feel embarrassed if I didn't give more medical expenses. As for the $2 worth of arms, it obviously needed to be sent to where it belonged for sale. He completely ate the $44 in cash. His entire net worth returned to $809. After seeing the fragrant US dollars, Melvin's expression changed instantly. His face was no longer swollen, and his buttocks were no longer painful. He wanted to pull the cow back and fight it for 300 rounds. He smiled and said, "Thank you, boss!" "Let's go back." Zhang Ailun sat in the passenger seat of the Wrangler and asked Melvin to drive. He searched for Highway 163 and found that it was a bit far away, so he asked Melvin to turn the car around and return to the city from the other road they came from. Let rich Johnny suffer a little more, otherwise he might not understand the value of helping someone in need. I saved your life, what luxury car should you give me? At the very least it should be of the level of Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, McLaren or Lamborghini, right?
Zhang Ailun was in a good mood and contacted Sig, asking him about the progress of the gun store's escort business and whether he had signed a task list contract. Sig: I have signed it, but they didn't come to me. They asked me to drive to their company's security building to move the goods. There were several other ordinary private gun stores competing for this task. At first, the public relations of PMC heard that we were a new gun store and were reluctant to give us the task. But I showed them the qualification certificate of the two-star Armed Nation, and they chose to give me this task without hesitation! Zhang Ailun: This is the benefit of seniority and credit points!! Xige: If we don’t have the qualifications to cooperate with local military regions, we can only take on small jobs worth a few hundred dollars at the beginning, and we can’t even afford the gas. Although there is no escort risk, it is not profitable either. We need to slowly accumulate credit points and weight. Sig: I learned that it takes at least two years for an ordinary gun store to upgrade to a high-powered reputable merchant, sign contracts with PMCs and major institutions, and unlock escort missions. The basic requirement is an annual income profit of no less than $12. If it is a one-star Armed Nation, it needs to be an old store that has been in operation for at least five years. The owner must also have a contract with the military district, have served as a non-commissioned officer, or have worked in a local police station or court, have 3-5 years of experience as a bounty hunter, more than 3 years of experience as a security guard, and have received at least one commissioned task and transaction order issued by the military district. Zhang Ailun: So troublesome? Sig: There is no doubt that we have found a great bargain. Although the Pili Gun Shop does not have any outstanding features on the surface, it has a long history, has been in business for more than ten years, and has stable relationships and entrusted transactions in the military region, which is why it can have a two-star qualification weight. This shows that the former owner was also an important figure in the circle and must have known many celebrities in the high-end circle. I don't know why he retired so hastily. Zhang Ailun: I've made enough money, so of course I want to retire. They're still engaged in financial fraud, taking advantage of so many people. We don't know when Wells Fargo in Palm Valley will go bankrupt. If it were me, I would definitely make a steady profit and leave. With so much money, wouldn't it be better for Run to go abroad? He can be free and easy anywhere. Sig: You're right. I chatted with Sig for a few more words. When we were about to reach the city, we suddenly saw a blockade in front of us. Several police cars were blocking the way in front, and the vehicles arriving here were lined up for inspection. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Kevin, state trooper, warning 5567. This is my police ID. I am encountering an emergency on the road. Please show your ID. Please cooperate and pull over." The state trooper came over and knocked on the window, motioning Melvin to lower the window. When they saw that there was a white person and a yellow person in the driver's seat, their originally wary expressions became visibly relaxed. "Excuse me, what happened, officer? It doesn't look like we're operating illegally." Melvin cooperated and took out his driver's license, put his hand on the car, and had a relaxed attitude. There is no need to worry at all, after all, he is an Angsa from the Zhengbai Banner. "A black driver from Florida was speeding on the highway and threatened to shoot someone at gunpoint, causing a car accident. We have handled the scene and it will not affect traffic. After checking, we found that the driver was not only a road rage patient, but also a cyber bully. He drove hundreds of kilometers just to come to Los Angeles to shoot someone who had scolded him online. Fortunately, we stopped this tragedy in time! Now we also need to check the vehicles on the nearby highways to prevent dangerous people from entering Los Angeles and endangering the safety of citizens." State Trooper Kevin explained and looked at the Wrangler's license plate number again. Well, a white driver, an Asian passenger, a local Los Angeles license plate starting with AF, and a Wrangler worth $60,000. That's fine. You are the law-abiding citizens of Los Angeles! Poor bastards from Florida, come to Los Angeles to beg for food? This is the place you can come? Zhang Ailun also couldn't understand what kind of person would drive thousands of miles to Los Angeles, California to race and kill people. Florida doesn't keep idle people, it really is full of talented people! Are all the black guys there so aggressive? "Gentlemen, do you have any guns in your car?" Kevin asked with a smile. "Yes." The two answered. The state police officer was stunned for a moment: "......?" Not you... He saw the piles of green boxes on the back seat through the main driver's window, and then Melvin took out his CCW certificate and shoved it in his face, and Zhang Ailun also took out the electronic qualification certificate manual of the Armed Nation. State Policeman Kevin was skeptical and carefully checked the authenticity. Then he relaxed his expression, breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed: "Well, gentlemen, you really scared me. I thought we met some terrorists again. You are arms dealers, escorting a batch of legal arms, ha? Ok, I wish you a pleasant journey!" He waved his hand, signaling the person in front to let him pass. "Have a good day to you, too, officer."
After a pleasant and relaxed greeting, Melvin drove off the closed road. Zhang Ailun was also not worried at all. I have the certificate, so what do I have to be afraid of? When passing by the sealed-off area, I also saw private cars parked on the side of the road, and a black driver surrounded by state police, with him hunched over on the hood of the car. "Officer, please tell me what I have done. I am a legal citizen!" "Shut up! I suspect you're carrying illegal drugs and guns in your car! I have the right to investigate your vehicle! Put your hands over your head! Where we can see them! Now! Immediately!!" The state trooper put his hand on the quick-draw holster, held the suspect's head with one hand, and yelled at Lao Hei, wishing he could put the barrel of the gun into his mouth. The black driver felt very aggrieved and cooperated submissively. Zhang Ailun admired the beautiful scenery and returned to the city safely. (End of this chapter)