Chapter 199 Deployment Zhang Ailun took a look at the account book. After only two days of opening, the net profit from selling guns alone has exceeded 10,000 yuan. This does not include the escort business. "Contact Dave when you have time and ask him to come over to help deal with the financial issues," said Zhang Ailun. "Ok." Of course Jennifer understood what the leader meant and agreed happily. After two days of sales, she has made some progress. She knows that if she doesn't avoid taxes properly, it will not be easy to get the full amount. Selling arms is not as easy as she imagined. She needs to remember a lot of terms and understand the needs of customers. But didn’t the leader invite her here to help solve sales problems? Jennifer decided to work hard and strive to get a big business for the leader in the future! Step out of Los Angeles and look into the world. Zhang Ailan asked Jennifer to continue her work downstairs, went upstairs, pushed the door open, and saw a few unfamiliar faces like hedgehogs gathered together, binging on fried chicken, beer, hot dogs, sushi, and noodles. "..." How long has it been since the chief leader saw the savages? Fortunately, they were dressed neatly, except that their hair was a little long.
"Boss, are you here?" Seeing this, Sig stood up quickly and introduced several people present to Zhang Ailan, "This is Navy Sergeant Yuri, this is Army Sergeant Wallace, this is Air Force Warrant Officer 5 Boktu..." There were five or six people, and Zhang Ailun didn't remember the names of the others. Even though he had known them before, he only remembered their general appearance features. The thin soldier with a buzz cut and only one ear is a fifth-level warrant officer in the Air Force. Judging from his temperament, he looks like a tough guy at first glance. His temperament is better than Bailey's, and his military rank is higher than Bailey's. I'm afraid he is trying to steal Bailey's business. I think this will definitely bring some pressure to the other party! Sig pulled over a homeless man with an untidy beard and an afro who was showing off a bucket of noodles and said, "This is Qibatu. He is the crazy captain I told you about. You can just call him Crazy or Qibatu." "Hello, boss. I'm Captain Qibatu from the ground crew of the navy, army and air force. I'm happy to serve you!" The madman smacked his lips, swallowed the noodles, and saluted. "Welcome to join our team. I need talents like you here!" Zhang Ailun looked at these soldiers of different appearances. Although they were clean and energetic, their eyes were full of fatigue. He smiled and replied, "If you have any problems in life or work, you can go to Sig. He will help you solve them. From today on, you will work with me. Although I am the boss of this armed nation, the person in charge is Captain Sig Compry." “We will definitely work hard.” Several people present responded quickly. They also heard about the beggars’ welfare benefits of Mr. Jin and Lori Louis 19 on the street, so they gathered here. I had originally thought that I could earn enough food and clothing by picking up cans and having a shelter to lie down, and I didn't expect too much from anything else. Unexpectedly, I was selected by Sig and got a job, so I don't have to wander around anymore. After all, people like Sig and Bailey are big mouths and can't stay idle. Now everyone knows that Mr. Jin is generous and treats his subordinates very well. As long as you have something outstanding, there are plenty of opportunities to make money! Even if you don't have special skills, you can have a channel for advancement if you work hard to pick up cans. After all, Leo, an old man over fifty years old, has no special skills. He can't pick up cans as well as young people, and he can't beat those who are willing to risk their lives in a fight. It's just because he joined the Beggars' Gang early, has a long seniority, and picks up cans diligently that he was promoted to the manager of some streets in District 5 and the person in charge of the recycling station in District 6. Now he can earn one or two hundred dollars a day! You can buy a bicycle in one day, a car in half a month, and live in a motel or apartment in just one month! You no longer have to sleep in an unfinished building or a tent. Isn’t this a kind of class leap? As long as the Beggars' Sect disciples are willing to work hard, they will have the opportunity to be assigned to work at a recycling station from the streets, and they can also be assigned private jobs by the chief leader. The work is easy and the salary is high. Isn't this a kind of regular treatment? "I don't think I disturbed your meal." Zhang Ailun looked at the table full of chicken bones, which looked like a battlefield, but it was understandable. After all, homeless people were hungry and often bullied. They couldn't even get a hot meal. Now that they could eat, they would definitely swallow it down desperately. When Sig first met the chief, he showed off most of his fried chicken to him by himself. This is not a bad thing. Only after experiencing the difficulty of sleeping on the streets, they will cherish the hard-earned good life! They can also intuitively experience the warmth brought to them by the chief leader.
"Of course not, we will finish eating and clean up immediately! It will definitely not affect your work, boss." Several people hurriedly started to clean up. "It's okay, you guys continue eating. Only when you are full will you have more energy to work." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, not minding at all. He also picked up a piece of fried chicken, sat behind the computer desk, opened the arms bidding website page and began to browse casually. Seeing that the boss didn't mind, the people present simply continued to eat. It didn't take long to solve the problem of eating and started to clean the room. This meal cost Sig more than $100! "You are really sorry to me if you don't work hard." Xige felt a little painful. Seeing that they had resolved the battle, Zhang Ailun sat upright on the sofa, waiting for the chief leader to give a speech. He also downloaded the intelligence information he had prepared in advance to his mobile phone and connected the link to the host for transmission. He signaled Sig to turn off the lights, draw the curtains, lower the bulletproof steel plate, turn on the projector, and project it onto the wall. Several pictures of people's faces appeared, sitting in a van, and they were undoubtedly black people. There was also a man in his thirties wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the director of Reid Company. "There are two tasks to be done tonight. One is the arms transaction. The Luo Jinwei Military Base in the military zone has issued a tender to purchase a batch of clay explosive raw materials. I have already asked someone to arrange it. When the time comes, we will wait for Director Red to notify us to go to the site to pick up the goods, but we still need a truck now." Zhang Ailun said: "If this deal is successful, we can earn at least 28 US dollars in profit. By then, everyone will have a considerable dividend!" After hearing this, the people present were all excited, and some were even incredulous. Such a big deal right from the start? And the arms trade must be more profitable! They are all veterans of the army and of course know the twists and turns and the gray industrial chain. However, their military rank and status do not qualify them to share the profits, and they cannot squeeze into the core circle of corruption, but it is easier for them to accept it than outsiders. The profit from taking advantage of the military zone is still higher than that from ordinary arms trade! "I'll find someone to arrange a truck." Sig said, "Those Mexican short-tailed dogs used to do business at the construction site. They know where to rent a cheap sand truck that can be driven away without placing an order. When we're done with the business, we can just send it back to them." Hearing him say this, Zhang Ailun readily agreed. He originally wanted to find a regular car rental shop to rent a truck, but now he can use street channels to get a cheap and practical sand truck, so he can certainly save some money. Zhang Ailun continued, "After we get the clay explosive raw materials, we need to find someone to process them so that we can transport them to the military base. The price is also more valuable than scattered raw materials." "Boss, I was in charge of blasting work in the army before. Clay explosives like this are very easy to make. Anyone who has studied systematically can make them by hand." Army Sergeant Hua Lai, also known as the Demolition Boy, said: "We don't need to find someone to help with the processing. As long as we have a sand and gravel mixing device, we can do it. Since his place is a special resource site, there should be a sand and gravel factory, so we can make it on site." "I can find someone to buy a batch of cheap clay explosive packaging boxes," said Yuri. Zhang Ailun felt very relieved as he listened to their conversations. Or maybe it’s said that there’s strength in numbers. The streets of the West Coast are filled with talented people. With these people around, why should the Beggars' Sect not prosper? "And these black people, according to my intelligence, they are members of the suburban motorcycle gang that specializes in human trafficking. They are engaged in human trafficking with the Heaven Gate lunatics in the Kiliad Mountains, and they will also target the homeless people on our city streets in the near future. I plan to teach them a lesson and get rid of them!" Zhang Ailun said seriously: "I didn't want to provoke him, but if they come to offend me, then I must teach them a lesson!" "What is Heaven's Gate?" Sig was a little confused. Zhang Ailun immediately pulled up information about Heaven's Gate and intelligence about the investors behind the scenes, and several people couldn't help but be amazed. "I never thought that those wealthy people would do so many shameful things in private just to stay young!" Everyone present was filled with hatred and hated evil. "Boss, we can go over and defeat them right now! And those crazy people from Heaven's Gate!" said Air Force Warrant Officer 5 Boktu. "That rich man's private island must have valuable things that are not visible to the public. He is so rich that he has hired 200 people to help guard the island. I guess he won't just keep all his money in the bank to rot." Yuri suggested. "The people of Heaven's Gate live in the mountains. The terrain there is relatively steep, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The buildings there are also fortresses that have existed since the last century. The jungle is full of coyotes and wild beasts. They also have private armed forces. It is not so easy to get rid of them unless drones are used to launch thermal weapons for a sweep. They have financial backers behind them, and I don't intend to offend them."
Zhang Ailun shook his head. The Heaven Gate was able to stand firm in the mountains and hire people everywhere to buy fresh ingredients. He didn't believe that the government agencies in Los Angeles and the surrounding counties and towns would not be unaware of it. They must be seeking stability for the sake of political achievements and turning a blind eye. Those who were abducted by them were all homeless people or teenagers from ordinary families. Even if they were missing, no one would care and they could not be found at all. If the person who was kidnapped was a white person from a wealthy family who was involved in politics or business, do you think those people would be eager to solve the problem? Or maybe the knife didn't cut me, so I didn't feel any pain. "We need to deal with this group of Black Panthers who are engaged in human trafficking. They often do this kind of business, and now they have extended their hands to my territory. I must teach them a lesson!" Zhang Ailun made a careful plan, instructed the details, and asked those present to prepare things first. There is still plenty of time now. Even if the Black Panther team wants to take action to carry out human trafficking activities, they will definitely wait until night time. Sig and his men left the office and went to complete the preliminary tasks for the arms deal. Zhang Ailun had nothing to do, so he simply browsed the news about arms and other trading orders. However, without the support of accurate intelligence, it is very difficult to pick up bargains. With tens of thousands of transaction orders every day, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, which makes the leader feel overwhelmed. Even for a 500,000-dollar arms deal, many arms dealers only make tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is totally different from the chief who picks up bargains. Exporting to other countries, especially arms shipped to frontline troops, is even more risky. Bullets grazed the scalp, and transportation work also required finding a professional department to pay for other people's interests, otherwise it would be easily intercepted or seized, and the transaction would be aborted directly! After a moment, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Ailun turned his eyes away from the transaction page and looked at the door. "Come in." Jennifer opened the door, walked into the office with a cup of coffee, and looked at him with a smile, "Boss, you've worked hard, I think you might need a cup of coffee to refresh yourself?" "Thank you for your concern, Jennifer, but you should go downstairs and wait for the guests to come." Zhang Ailun said calmly, motioning her to put the coffee on the table and leave without paying any other attention. "Boss, what is this?" Jennifer said and took out a gift box. Zhang Ailun took a look at the beautifully packaged mold and fell silent, not knowing how to answer her. "Nothing, just a gift from a client." Jennifer opened the box right in front of the chief, revealing the mold inside. She looked at him unhappily, "Did I not serve you well? That's why you need this kind of thing? What kind of client would give you a Fiji cup?" Zhang Ailun was overwhelmed after reading it. "...Listen to me, this is really just a gift from a client. It's the business we did today. She's in the adult supplies business. I wanted to refuse it, but she insisted on giving it to me. But I don't plan to use it. You guys are enough for me!" Zhang Ailun immediately began to clear himself of suspicion. "Really? How do you want to prove it?" Zhang Allen looked at Jennifer's angry expression and knew that she was trying to take advantage of the situation. He said seriously, "Not now! Otherwise, I will deduct your salary!" "Evil capitalists." Jennifer looked at him resentfully, "They always bully and abuse poor and helpless female employees like me." "As long as you sell another ten orders, I will consider putting a bed in the office cubicle." Zhang Ailun replied thoughtfully. "Ok, deal!" Jennifer readily agreed and repacked the mold, "I'll help you get rid of this!" "Ok." Zhang Ailun had no objection and continued to browse and screen.
During this period, new orders were also received, but Jennifer downstairs was faster and accepted the order with just one click. "I am back." Bailey drove the escort truck back and parked on the side of the road. He pushed the door and walked into the store. Looking at Jennifer who was packing guns, he asked in confusion, "Did someone place an order again? Is the boss in the store? I saw his Wrangler parked outside." "That's right. This is a new mission, and you need to deliver it to the black community in West Los Angeles." Jennifer handed the packed guns to Bailey, put a label on them, and gave him the beautifully packaged mold, "I'll give this to you when the time comes." "What is this?" Bailey looked at the box a little confused. “Fiji Cup.” "..." Bailey's mouth twitched, "Are you insulting me?" "This is Monica Bellucci's mold. Don't you like it?" Jennifer asked back, "Every man would want to experience it, right?" "Well, I'm not against it." Bailey's expression changed at lightning speed, "Are you sure you want to give it to me?" "That's right, go ahead, dear Air Force sergeant, and work hard! If you can deliver ten more orders of arms, I will give her to you!" Jennifer said. "Ok!" Bailey immediately ran out of the door excitedly holding the gun box, without complaining or feeling tired. (End of this chapter)