Chapter 219 Foundation The chief was chewing gum on the second floor of the villa, admiring the diving activities in the swimming pool downstairs, and there was a new message on his mobile phone. Zhang Ailun took a look and found that it was the female star Amanda. Amanda: Thank you so much for your help today, sir. I haven't even asked you what your name is yet! Zhang Ailun: Just call me Hamburger. Have you resolved your issue? Amanda: Those black people have been arrested by the police, but they refused to say who ordered them to do it. They only said that they received an order from the dark web. Zhang Ailun: I asked someone to check for you. It was done by one of your fans, an internet geek. This is his personal information [identity data packet]. AMANDA: Oh my god! Why would he do that? I'll let the police handle it! Thank you so much! Hamburg, how did you do it? Zhang Ailun: I just know a lot of people. But you'd better not get too close to people who often use the dark web. Those guys on the dark web have bad tempers, and each one is more perverted than the other. Organ transplantation, human trafficking, assassination, and vehicle theft are all legitimate businesses on the dark web! Let me put it this way, the chief leader knows a guy whose life experience is the only one that can be compared with those perverts in the dark web. That guy is called Nezha. What did he do? He cut his own flesh and picked his own bones. Is that cruel? The dark web is full of psychopaths like this.
Non-human! If you watch the deep network video for one more time, your San value will drop completely. Amanda: I will! Thank you very much! I hope we can have dinner together sometime. Zhang Ailun: There will be a chance. After chatting for a while, they said good night to each other. After Sig and Blitz finished counting the money, they came over to talk to the chief and reported: "Boss, eight hundred thousand dollars, not a cent less." "Each of you take fifty thousand as dividends. I'll take care of the rest." Zhang Ailun considered the available funds he had on hand, and he already had 240 million US dollars. With the current rate at which the Beggars' Sect was making money, it was no longer feasible to continue using the Green Letter Shelter to cover up his tracks and reasonably avoid taxes. He immediately said: "I plan to set up a non-profit charity foundation to raise all my personal income and contribute to charity on the West Coast!" Sig and Blitz looked at each other. Do we really have to make the reasonable tax avoidance sound so nice? Of course, there is no objection to this, after all, this money belongs to the personal assets of the chief leader. If a foundation is established, they can also make donations and transfer the money from one hand to the other to reasonably avoid taxes. Blitz learned about the registration status of the foundation and said, "To register a private foundation, the initial capital needs to be at least several hundred thousand dollars. Every year, it is also necessary to cooperate with local charities to achieve a charitable target of 5%-8% of the total fund amount." "Isn't this easy? There are a lot of people in our team who need help. They are all homeless people and vagrants. Every year I only need to take out 8% of the money from the foundation to donate to our people for investment or employment. They then use the money to consume in my store, and I will donate all the profit to the foundation without a cent less. In this way, I can complete the target task." Zhang Ailun smiled calmly. He had already considered how to set up a foundation to reasonably avoid taxes. Pay taxes? Impossible, not even a penny. As for the money of the charity foundation, it cannot be invested in any assets related to the industry under the name. But the chief leader gave the money to the disciples of the Beggar Gang, and they were willing to spend it in the bar. Can the chief leader stop them? The foundation's internal rules and regulations are confidential. In other words, they are private standards. I can do whatever I want, and your government agencies have no right to investigate! The money belongs to the foundation. As long as it is positive investment, you can spend it however you want. You just need to see how I achieve my charitable targets every year. Otherwise, why do so many top billionaires like to participate in charity and invest in the pharmaceutical industry? Isn't it to avoid taxes and spend money reasonably? They even hired high-level talents and government officials as special employees of the foundation, paying them hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, and hired protectors to make the bribery seem so open! This is all compliant and legal. I immediately sent a message to Reina: I am going to donate all my assets to the foundation, and I need you to help me apply for registration qualifications. The initial fundraising amount is about 100 million US dollars. The name of the foundation is called the Hamburg Foundation. Rina: Are there any regulations for the foundation system? What about the office location? Zhang Ailun: You help me apply for registration, and we can rent an office in a commercial area. The rent should not exceed about 2000 US dollars a week, and no one will go to the office on weekdays anyway. As for the rules and regulations, there are only you and me now, and maybe I will hire Dave to work part-time in the company later.
Rena: OK! You have made a lot of money again. I think we need to meet to discuss the model standards of the foundation in detail. What do you think? Zhang Ailun glanced at the time and it was almost midnight. He immediately agreed to her request. He let Sig and Blitz continue to have fun here while he drove away from the villa. Tommy was confused when he saw the leader leave like that. "Why did he leave? The party has just begun, and there are more exciting shows to come!" "Our boss doesn't really like this kind of informal gathering. He has things to do." Sig replied. The subtext is that he is not attracted by the beauties here. Otherwise, given the leader's personality, he would never come out to play with his phone out of boredom. If he gets a chance, he will definitely have an in-depth communication with the other party as soon as possible. "That's such a pity. If there is a chance next time, I will definitely screen and consider it carefully! I have to bear with it this time." Tommy also expressed his regret. After driving to the Green Letter Shelter, Zhang Ailun parked the car on the side of the road and sent a message to Reina. Soon the window on the second floor was opened. Reina, wearing cool pajamas, waved to the leader and threw the key down. Zhang Ailun picked up the key, opened the door and walked in. He went straight to the second floor. As soon as they met, the other party couldn't wait to pounce on him and rode on him, like a beast that had been hungry for several days, with green light in his eyes. "Didn't we agree to discuss the rules and regulations of the foundation?" The chief leader couldn't understand. "Honey, if you want the horse to run, you have to feed it grass first." Reina said with a smile, and then dragged the chief into the room. Another night of hard work. The next day. Zhang Ailun woke up and found that it was already noon outside. He sighed that women were truly terrible creatures, as they were like wolves at thirty and like tigers at forty. But today is Saturday, and the shelter is closed. No wonder the other party was so interested yesterday. I took out my phone and took a look at the daily intelligence. [Daily Intelligence: Heaven's Gate in the Chiliad Mountains has launched another operation, hiring three suburban motorcycle gangs to carry out human trafficking activities. They will kidnap pedestrians passing by the suburbs and homeless people on the streets of the city after 10:30 pm, and transport them to the Chiliad Mountains via the suburban mountain roads. ] These people are simply lawless!! [Daily Intelligence: The senior executives of Wells Fargo Bank in Palmdale have selected the best teams. Based on the popularity in the circle, the Bowhead Whale team stood out. They chose to invite the Woodpecker, Bowhead Whale, and Scorpion teams. Your capable man, Old Jack, is expected to be invited to participate in the online quotation session. The psychological price of the senior executives of Wells Fargo Bank to settle the account is 300-500 million US dollars. ] [Daily Intelligence: Someone noticed that the motorcycle gang at the mountain camp was wiped out overnight. They found the damaged vehicles and the textile factory on fire by looking for clues, and reported the incident to the local police station in Simi Valley, but the news fell on deaf ears. Some people were afraid that the truth would be exposed and they would be purged, so they chose to suppress the incident, which did not have any influence.] [Details: After being warned, the people whose fatal videos you obtained still chose to take risks and find someone to check your identities after learning that the black police officer was under investigation for taking bribes, but found nothing. They included Matt Robin, the vice president of the FBI's Los Angeles Special Agents Association, black DJ talk show actor Bebo, and Hollywood pornographic film and television producer Ham.] Zhang Ailun made a sound. Why don't these people listen to advice? The chief leader felt it necessary to intimidate them again. He immediately picked up his phone and sent a message to Britz: Our guest seems to be a bit disobedient. Blitzcrank: It seems so. They've made some small moves. Do you need me to warn them again? Zhang Ailun: That’s best.
Blitz immediately went to do it, and soon sent a few pictures. Zhang Ailun clicked on it and saw that it was a screenshot of the chat. After receiving the warning, Ham, the producer of the erotic film, immediately gave in and said he was willing to cooperate and would never dare to do anything tricky again. The talk show host was quite tough. He looked like he wanted to blow himself up every time he opened his mouth. I don't know if it was because Ye Zi smoked too much and his brain was not working properly. Blitz: The vice president of the FBI's Special Agents Association insisted that our people meet with him, otherwise he would not cooperate with us. Zhang Ailun: This is the first time I have seen someone so stubborn even after we caught him. Who does he think he is? Super Agent 007? Just send the short video of that talk show host to the media for free and make it a hot topic! Let him lose his reputation! Let him spend the rest of his life in prison! Blitzcrank: What about the vice president? Zhang Ailun: Don’t worry about him for now. Let him see what happens to the talk show host, and then think about what attitude he should use when talking to us. Blitzcrank: ok! After dealing with this matter briefly, Zhang Ailun looked at the next piece of intelligence. [Daily Intelligence: Sanji Bar has expanded new errand activities. A batch of smuggled alcoholic beverages was seized by the local sheriff at the Pepper Manor in a rural town and sold online at a low price. You can choose to sneak into the warehouse during the police station's break at 2:40 pm to buy it for free, or spend $5000 to buy this batch of Russian imported vodka, which can bring you a net profit of $6.] Pepper Manor? This is really annoying. [Daily Intelligence: A gun trade incident occurred at the 512 Hilltop Manor in the suburbs last night. South American imported goods worth $40 were left at the scene, including an additional $5 in cash. A Cirrus SF50 private jet that could be traded was stored in the hangar. ] [Details: The owner of the manor is a retired dark web killer. He seized and embezzled the expensive South American imported goods, which angered the illegal Mexican team. They hired a professional team to lead people into the manor at night for revenge. The two sides launched a fierce gun battle and explosion war, resulting in the deaths of 11 people and 1 dog. The owner of the manor lost too much blood and unfortunately died with the enemy. Details: The police will not come to collect the water and electricity bills until at least three months later, so as to detect the crime scene. ] Oh boy. Three months later? The efficiency is so touching. By that time, the day lily has already gone cold! It's great. I can go find bargains again after waking up. Zhang Ailun got up, dressed, went into the bathroom to wash up, and went downstairs. As soon as I came down, I saw Reina making breakfast enthusiastically, humming a song, and in a good mood. When she saw the leader coming down, she greeted him enthusiastically. "Dear, breakfast is ready, come and eat! I don't need to go to work today, so I can help you apply for registration of the foundation, but you have to prepare the first donation in advance." Reina looked radiant and happy. "The funds are in the car, I'll go get them." After Zhang Ailun finished speaking, he turned and walked out the door, and came to the escort vehicle parked on the side of the road. Just after he unlocked the vehicle, he suddenly found traces of prying on the door handle. After taking a look, it was obvious that it was also the marks left by the crowbar. The chief leader immediately cursed: "Fuck, you dare to steal a bulletproof car?" There is no doubt that it was done by a black man on the street! Fortunately, the escort vehicle is bulletproof and the anti-theft lock cannot be opened by ordinary people. Otherwise, if it was replaced with an ordinary private car, not even a wheel would be left. Zhang Ailun was a little puzzled. Aren't there not many black people on the streets? How dare they do it in the neutral zone? They even dared to touch the chief leader's car. It's time to let the Beggars' Sect disciples clean up the streets! He took the handbag from the car and returned to the shelter in a rage.
I gave Dominic a target: My car was scratched. Are there new people on the streets of the Green Letter Shelter recently? They are so ignorant! Help me find those people and teach them a lesson. Dominic: OK! I will arrange this. There are indeed more homeless people on the streets recently. They had conflicts with our people in order to snatch the cans, but they have been much more honest after being taught a lesson. Are you with Rena now? Allen Zhang: Of course, I was about to eat the breakfast she made for me. Sent a picture to the other party. Dominic: Then you eat. I have to go cook too. After putting away his phone, Zhang Ailun began to enjoy his breakfast and resolved the battle in no time. Reina still had a cup of coffee and two candies, fearing that she would gain two pounds of weight. Today, she had an extra piece of triangular bread, perhaps because she was in a better mood and her appetite improved. After all, only the leader himself knows how hard he worked last night! After breakfast, Reina washed the dishes, changed her clothes, and took the printed documents to the department in the city center to apply for registration of the foundation. "Honey, do you need me to take you there?" Zhang Ailun asked caringly. "No, I have my own car." Reina put on sunglasses, wore a beige casual suit, and tied her hair up, showing the temperament of a capable woman. She took the car keys and went to the parking garage to drive. After they went out, they hugged and kissed each other, then went their separate ways. Zhang Ailun got on the escort vehicle, started the car and drove directly to Lao Pick's Auto Repair Shop. When he arrived here, he saw that the Beggar Gang disciples had started working one after another. They went around half a circle and parked the escort vehicle in the yard. He sent a message to Boktu, asking him to go to the suburbs with him. After all, there was a private jet and 40 worth of South American imported goods waiting for the chief to sign for them! You were so careless that you even got gold coins from this thing. It would be embarrassing for the chief leader not to take it. The leader has achieved what he has today by relying on himself to walk step by step on the ground! Just picking up trash on the West Coast. The chief leader also took some time to visit the assembly workshop and found that the wheels and paint of the four vehicles had changed drastically, and the license plates had also been changed, making them unrecognizable as the original vehicles. "Boss, someone has already ordered the Bentley and these three cars? According to our requirements, the other party paid a deposit of tens of thousands of dollars. We need to modify the rearview mirrors and interior, as well as the tailgate, wheels, and engine power." The technical director reported to the chief helmsman: "We ordered a few wheels and tailgates online. Here is the bill." Zhang Ailun took the project list, glanced at it, nodded, and praised: "Well done, keep up the good work! Once these cars are sold successfully, everyone will get a share of the profits!" "Thank you boss!" Upon hearing that there would be dividends and bonuses, the Beggars' Sect disciples all smiled happily and worked even harder. "If you encounter any problems that cannot be solved, you can call Mark at Mike's Scrap Recycling Station, or notify Qibatu of the Armed Nation. They are all professionals!" Zhang Allen instructed again. One is an expert in the ground support military industry. He can repair anything and do anything. Even if an aircraft carrier arrives, he has to fasten two screws on it. He works without regard for his life. One is a second-hand modified car, the Little Overlord! My dream is to modify aircraft carriers and rockets. It's a pity to leave these two people unused. (End of this chapter)