Chapter 288 Misunderstanding After Jennifer and Irene came downstairs, they finished their breakfast in the living room. Dominic took the meteorite, packed his luggage and went out to work. Zhang Ailun handed the exquisite disc he got yesterday to Sig, and asked him to find the nearest post office to have it air-shipped to Madison's private island. "Ok, leave it to me." Sig was still immersed in the shock brought by the explosive news. He never thought that it was the chief leader who made this happen. After learning the truth, he couldn't help but sigh, those guys really deserved to die! ! If he had met Shuke, he might not have chosen to provide him with weapons support, but he would not have called the police to stop the other party from taking action. Or it could be the chief leader, who would help when he sees injustice with explosives. He quickly finished the bread in his hand, cleaned up the table, and went out with those fine discs. Zhang Ailun took a rest, then went out and got in his Rolls-Royce Cullinan and drove to the community address provided in the intelligence, ready to rescue the suffering director of the Communications Commission and obtain the FCC's satellite launch license. Passing the traffic lights in several blocks, I found that there were fewer pedestrians on the road, and the number of patrol police cars and police officers seemed to have increased. It seems that what happened in the northern part of Los Angeles early last night has more or less affected the situation in the southern part. The Pentagon has launched an interstate investigation by the FBI. In order to tidy up the city, the relevant departments must have also issued relevant tasks. The homeless people on the streets of various districts will be forced to move again. When a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer. No matter how the upper class changes, it seems that only the workers and the lower class are affected in the end.
After driving all the way to the community apartment and confirming that the address was correct, the leader lowered the window and tried to communicate with the security personnel at the door. Unexpectedly, after seeing the Rolls-Royce luxury car, the other party was too lazy to even check it and let him in directly. The leader entered the community smoothly. Are you doing your work so carelessly? If a rich person drives a Rolls-Royce, does that mean he is a good person by default? What if this was a stolen car and I were a terrorist? If the chief leader is a community manager, his salary will definitely be deducted. Zhang Ailun gave the other party a thumbs up, rolled up the car window, and successfully entered the community. After going door to door to find the apartment building, Zhang Ailun just parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car when he ran into several young girls living in the community who were looking at his luxury car with surprise. They talked in low voices, pushed each other, talked and laughed, and then gathered together, greeted and asked, "Sir. Excuse me, is this your car?" "That's right. Good morning, girls." Zhang Ailun smiled and turned to look at several young girls wearing short-sleeved shirts, jeans and white shoes. They were tall, hot and full of energy. They seemed to be high school students? It's great to be young. She's already so talented at just 17 or 8 years old. Zhang Ailun shifted his gaze and asked, "Are you going to school?" “We haven’t been in school for a long time.” Several girls were talking and laughing, and said in a prejudiced tone: "Only good girls would consider listening carefully at this age, only knowing how to study and being a nerd. Young people should know how to enjoy themselves and have their own hobbies! Of course, truly capable people would have already started working to make money at this age!" "Really? It seems that you have all found high-paying jobs that suit you?" Zhang Ailun did not comment on this. But he did not say anything. It is not easy for college graduates to find jobs in the society. Without any special skills, they can only do low-level jobs. Even college graduates have to work hard to repay their loans several years after graduation, fearing that they will be fired and their credit will go bankrupt. Most of Parker's factory workers and Beggars' Gang disciples have a high school education, so it is easy for them to accept being assigned to work in the factory. The salary they received before was not as good as it is now. After all, no matter how charismatic the leader is, he can't make others accept jobs that don't match their worth and ability. Excellent talents are also screened out, one for each job. But the chief leader is used to the young generation on the West Coast, and they are basically useless. It has nothing to do with him anyway. If there weren't so many low-income people with only high school education, losers who have been through the trough of life, and elites who were eliminated by various accidents, how could he hire employees with low wages? How could he continuously recruit street talents to expand the Beggars' Gang? The blacks are unreliable, they are two-faced, they might steal your machine at night and sell it to other black guys on the street as scrap metal. The people who came here from Mexico are all those who couldn't make it in their hometown, they only know how to make chicken rolls and wash dishes. Like flying a plane, repairing a plane, they don't have the ability to know. It has to be the Ansa of the Zhengbai Banner.
Thanks to the people above who are just sitting there doing nothing and never look down. They are doing a good job, please keep going! The middle-class community in front of him was also destroyed? This was something the chief leader had not expected. One hot girl couldn't help but ask: "You don't look much older than us, how did you earn enough money to buy a luxury car? Is your family rich?" "Maybe I'm just lucky?" Zhang Ailun laughed, "I'm the only one in my family. I bought this car through my own efforts, and I also opened a bar and a recycling company with others." "This is so cool! Can I add your contact information?" The girl with a nose stud exclaimed, quickly took out her mobile phone, came over, and wanted to add the leader as a friend. The chief leader also smelled a milky aroma. Wait, this smell seems a little familiar... "Oh! I knew you couldn't help but want to find a sugar daddy!" Before the chief leader could think about where he had smelled it, the girl next to him couldn't help but start to make a noise and reminded Zhang Ailun, "She has a boyfriend, and he used to be a street gangster. You'd better not get too close to her!" "Can you guys shut up?" the girl said angrily, "I just want some advice from rich people." He turned back to look at Zhang Ailun and said eagerly, "Sir, you shouldn't mind, right?" Of course, the leader wouldn't mind, and adding her as a friend was just a matter of convenience. I took a look at her personal homepage and photos, which were all life photos and daily photos, not as revealing as I imagined. Well, the most important thing is that her age also showed that she was an 18-year-old pure female high school student. Then I turned to the next page and saw a familiar person. Wait, isn't this Elena, the employee of Parker? The 19-year-old with a baby. What a coincidence? Does she live here? Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. He thought the milky smell was just a girl's own, so it was okay. The other person's workplace is not close, so he needs to drive there by himself, or take several buses to a bus stop near the suburbs. The chief felt that as a boss, he needed to provide some help to his employees' families. "There is no free lunch in the world. I think you just want to ride in a Rolls-Royce." Several girls next to them were still teasing. "Stop talking nonsense. Don't you want to experience it? We just want to make friends. Don't think so dirty." The girl said unhappily. "Girls, if you want to make your life better, listen to my advice as a person who has been through it and try to stay away from those bad boys on the streets," said Zhang Ailun. "He is not a bad boy. Although he lives on the streets, he has worked hard with his own hands. He has been appreciated by his boss and works in a regular auto repair shop." The girl defended. "Really? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend your boyfriend. I've been on the streets for a while before, and this may be the stereotype they give me." Zhang Ailun smiled. "Which district are you from?" the girl asked curiously. "District 5," said Zhang Ailun. "Fifth District? You said you've been on the streets, so you should know Juanjin, right?" the girl asked again. "...I guess I know him. I'm quite familiar with him. But we've never talked face to face." Zhang Ailun had a strange look on his face. He didn't expect to hear his name from the mouth of a high school girl. The chief leader is really in a mess. "My boyfriend works at the auto repair shop owned by Juan Jin. My cousin told me that the company he works for is also owned by Juan Jin, and his Rolls-Royce is exactly the same as yours. What a coincidence!" The girl said with a smile: "This should be the car you stole! Since you said you knew Juanjin and you are not him, I am sure you are just bragging! Listen, I have taken pictures of your car's license plate and you, and I have added you as my friend. Don't try to make excuses! Stay where you are, or I will call the police!"
"..." The leader was a little overwhelmed when he saw the other party taking out his mobile phone to take pictures to threaten him. That's such a coincidence! "Okay, I'm actually Hu Anjin." Zhang Ailun decisively revealed his true colors. It turned out that this girl approached him with a purpose? I just want to say that the middle-class families living in this apartment community cannot all be single-parent families with failed education like Shuke, right? It turns out that the city is full of tricks. "I don't believe it." The girl laughed and said, "You are always talking nonsense, you are definitely not a good person. Just be honest, my boyfriend will be here soon!" "..." Zhang Allen took a deep breath. I should have just admitted it earlier. "Your cousin's name is Elena, right? I am your cousin's boss, and Parker Company is my property. What is your boyfriend's name? Maybe you can call him now and ask him to talk to me. This car is really mine." Zhang Ailun said seriously. The girls got together to discuss it, then half-believingly took out their cell phones, called their boyfriends, and explained the situation to them. "Someone stole my boss's car?" A surprised voice came from the phone, and the leader couldn't tell who it was from the voice. The girl said, "Yes, I rode in this car the last time I came to the store to see you! The license plate number and tires are correct." "WTF, you gave him the phone!!" The Beggar Gang disciple couldn't stand it anymore. The girl handed the phone to the chief leader and looked at him provocatively. Zhang Ailun took the phone helplessly and said in a deep voice without waiting for the other party to speak: "It's me. Hu Anjin, who are you?" "Boss, is it really you? It's okay then..." The other party recognized the chief's voice and was instantly shocked. He decisively admitted his mistake, "It was all a misunderstanding, Boss. I thought your car was really stolen. Please don't fire me." "Don't worry, I'm not that mean, and you did nothing wrong. But no one would be so bold as to steal my car on the street, and I wouldn't park it outside. How long have you been working? You found a girlfriend so quickly? And she's a high school girl? That's pretty impressive, much better than Sig!" Zhang Ailun praised her, chatted for a few minutes, and then handed the phone back to the girl. Seeing the girls' surprised eyes, the chief leader immediately spread his hands and said, "I've already told you that I'm Hu Anjin. You didn't believe me yet. Now you believe me, right?" "You never told me your boss is Asian. The name Juanjin sounds like Mexican. I lost face for no reason." The girl immediately complained to her boyfriend. The other party was also speechless. But the misunderstanding was finally resolved. "Doesn't your cousin live with you?" Zhang Ailun asked again. "She lives in another district." The girl answered honestly. "Well, since you're so kind-hearted in helping me, just let me know if you need any help in the future. You already have my contact information anyway," Zhang Ailun teased. The girl was a little embarrassed. "We have something else to do, so we'll leave first. Bye! Mr. Jin." "You can call me Hamburger." Zhang Ailun smiled. Now he knew to call him Mr. Jin. "Hamburg, bye." Several people waved their hands, turned around and left quickly.
Watching them leave, Zhang Ailun fell into deep thought. After coming to my senses, I was a little hesitant. By the way, why am I here? Oh, by the way, I’m here to save people. He immediately turned around and walked to the door of the apartment and knocked on it. After a while, the door opened, revealing the face of a young woman with blond hair and blue eyes. She looked at the chief leader in confusion. "Who are you looking for?" "Hello, ma'am, is this Dis's home?" Zhang Ailun recalled the personal information of the supervisor mentioned in the intelligence. I took a closer look at the woman in front of me. She was in her early twenties, well-dressed, and good-looking. She looked normal, didn't she? She didn't look crazy. "This is not Dis's home, you've got the wrong person." The woman said and prepared to close the door. Zhang Ailun was keenly aware of the sobbing coming from the house, and immediately reached out to hold the door handle, "Wait, I think I heard someone inside. You said this isn't Dis's home, could it be your husband's?" "This is none of your business, sir. Please stop harassing me, okay? This is my home. If you don't leave, I will call the police." The woman said dissatisfiedly. "Okay, then call the police. I'll see if the police come to arrest you or me." Zhang Ailun looked at her with a smile, took out his cell phone and searched for a photo. It was a missing person notice posted by the mental hospital on the Internet, with a reward of $500. Put the photo directly in front of her eyes, "Molina, is this you?" "It's not me, you got the wrong person." The woman looked a little flustered. She immediately used all her strength to grab the door with both hands and tried to close it. However, the door did not move at all. She looked up at the chief in surprise and saw Zhang Ailun holding the door with one hand. He smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, I am a little stronger than the average person. Do you want to invite me in to sit down? Thank you!" He just pulled the door open and squeezed in. The woman panicked for a moment, "Hey! I didn't invite you to my house!" "Don't quibble, this is not your home, this is Dis's home." Zhang Ailun walked in and took a look at the hall. My goodness, has there been a thief? Although it is true that a thief has entered... From the outside, the apartment looked fine, a two-story detached building in a good location, and the price was at least $600,000. But once I walked in, I saw the kitchen was in a mess, with leftovers in the pots and pans, and clothes and underwear were scattered all over the floor in the living room. There were also garbage bags and empty cans. I looked back at the neat and clean woman, and then at the scene. It was hard to connect the two together. (End of this chapter)