Chapter 319 Silver Island After taking care of the fighter jet issue, the chief drove to Parker's office building, came to the CEO's private office, turned on the computer and checked the recent revenue situation. A batch of electronic equipment, precious metal materials and steel materials have already been sold. The transaction was made with a military factory and a beverage company that have a contract with Parker. At present, the recycling and sales project related to Parker Company is also managed by Qiao Sen and several smart Beggars' Sect disciples. Every day, they follow their supervisor Lei Ke and several other old guys to run around, familiarize themselves with the transaction model, and negotiate cooperation with others. They are doing a pretty good job. In addition to revenue, Parker also has an additional expense in its accounts, which is the money paid to Wall-E Recycling Station and Alfred and other recycling stations for cans. Although these waste recycling stations are also assets of the chief leader, they also need to pay a sum of money when recycling the cans. It's just a transfer from one hand to the other anyway, and there's no tax on recycling the cans, and it's convenient for accounting. Dominic and the heads of other recycling stations, as well as the outsourced fleets, can also get dividends from the cans. The chief leader does not intend to deduct fees or engage in monopoly in this link, so as to affect the ecological environment below. After leaving the office, he drove to various suburban construction sites for inspection. He greeted the heads of various departments and the Beggars' Sect disciples, and asked about their work situation. He also asked them to raise any requirements they had. The feedback we received was also very positive. We are full of happiness, the Beggars' Gang has faith, and the employees have strength. The good days are yet to come! After inspecting the Parker factory and finding no problems, Zhang Ailun drove back to the city to check the accounts at the Sanji Bar. There was a brand new Jeep parked outside. The leader was a little curious about whose car it was blocking the door. After asking, he found out that it was Mary's car.
"You bought a car? How much did it cost?" Zhang Allen was a little surprised and asked Mary. "46999 US dollars. I chose to pay in installments." Mary said with a smile: "Thanks to you, I have made a lot of money recently, big boss, I really don't know how to thank you!" "Don't say that. You guys are the ones who run the bar and do the daily stuff. I just invested in buying this bar, and I basically did nothing else." Zhang Ailun waved his hand. On weekdays, apart from coming here to check accounts and drink, he basically didn't do anything special. Only occasionally there would be errands involving alcohol that required him to buy and sell. Even if the leader has the strength, it is all your fault. "Then you can do something now." Mary hinted to the chief, closed the office door, and unbuttoned her clothes without saying a word. Seeing that he was about to commit insubordination, the chief leader seriously refused, saying that he had just consumed a wave of stock and there was really no more! Fortunately, Gus arrived at the scene and stopped Mary, and shouted to her to go to work outside, so she gave up. The chief leader was also glad that he had escaped and was not defeated by them when he was weak. It was noon, and Zhang Ailun was resting in the bar. He had recovered his energy. During this time, he saw Old Jack come to the bar and play cards with the guests. However, his luck seemed not very good. He had lost more than ten games in a row, and he felt a little puzzled. Finally, he stood up, ran to the bar, ordered a glass of brandy, and threw a dozen darts at the target on the wall, trying to change his luck through metaphysics. Zhang Ailun also came out of the office and came to his side. He watched him throw darts that just missed the target, and none of them hit the target. He couldn't help but tease him, "Have you been too weak recently? Your technique is so bad that you can't even throw a single dart?" "How about you do it?" Old Jack handed the dart in his hand to the chief leader unhappily. Zhang Ailun took it, threw it casually at the target a few meters away, and it hit ten rings with a snap. Old Jack suddenly began to doubt his life. "Do you have magnets in this thing? Or have you practiced it privately?" He took the dart in disbelief, checked it, and threw it again, barely missing the target. Old Jack was completely speechless. I am a fierce gangster, but now I have lost my temper because of these darts. "It's pure luck! How could I possibly install magnets on something like this? It doesn't make much money." Zhang Ailun added firmly, "It must be because you're old!" "Impossible! I'm in good health!" Old Jack retorted without admitting defeat.
"How are you?" Zhang Ailun was too lazy to argue with him. He waved to the bunny girl passing by and asked her to bring two cups of Red Bull, one for himself and one for Old Jack. Old Jack adhered to the principle that if you don't take advantage of a good deal, you'd be a bastard. He drank the Red Bull in one gulp, stopped the bunny girl who wanted to leave, and ordered two more glasses of brandy. The bunny girl looked at him in surprise, then at the chief, and after getting the boss's permission, she turned and left. Soon she brought over three glasses of brandy. Old Jack picked up a glass of brandy and drank it all in one gulp. Then he let out a long sigh, grinning, "This is enough!" "That's how life is. Now I don't even want to go home. Every time I go back I have to quarrel with my family. It's really boring." Old Jack felt hopeless. "If your family doesn't welcome you, have you ever thought about going to Palm Valley to find your distant cousin? She will definitely welcome you!" Zhang Ailun teased. "How is that possible! She has always wanted to invite me to her house, but I didn't agree." Old Jack blushed and said awkwardly, "Don't think I don't know what she is planning. She just wants my body! I'm not that kind of person." "If you're not feeling well, just tell me. Why are you making excuses?" Zhang Ailun laughed at him harshly. "Why did you come to me? Just to laugh at me? And you invited me to drink, you must have other ideas! Although you are my boss, we are just partners. There is no task to be done now, so I am not obligated to follow your instructions." Old Jack cursed, "Unless you pay me!" There is no way. After all, the leader sometimes gives too much, making it impossible to refuse. "I have no money to give you, nor do I have any special tasks for you, but there is an opportunity to make a fortune, and I can take you with me to do it. Have you heard of Silver Island? I plan to take people there to see the scenery this afternoon. I heard that there is countless silver there, and whoever can find it will get it." Zhang Ailun said. "Silver Island? Tourist Island? Aren't the Spanish silver coins on it fake?" Old Jack was a little suspicious. "I've heard of that place. It seems to be an island controlled by Colombian militants. As long as you pay the ticket fee, you can go to the island to participate in the treasure hunt. But in fact, it's just because they have no way to find the silver coin treasures, so they pretend to have silver coins to let people go treasure hunt. Even if they really find Spanish silver coins, they will lower the price to recycle them. How can this thing really make you rich? It's only true if they charge a high ticket price!" "If you really found a treasure trove of Spanish silver coins there, they would definitely kick you out immediately!" "And so many years have passed. It's hard to say whether there are any silver coins on the island. Unless you buy the island, blow up the mountains on it, and demolish the island." Old Jack sneered. good idea! The treasure location that the chief leader saw from the intelligence seemed to correspond to the mountains, and many silver coins were hidden deep in the sand and reefs. However, contracting the island development rights is more civilized than directly robbing them. After all, the chief leader is not some barbaric Ansa pirate. "How did you suddenly think of going to that place, just for tourism?" Old Jack asked again. "I bought a private island from a friend, and got a treasure map there, which contains information about Silver Island. I plan to take people there to inspect the situation. If the information is true, I will find a way to get the development rights of the island." Zhang Ailun replied with a smile. "Then you will bleed a lot! The island is nominally under the jurisdiction of the Colombian government, but in fact it is the property of the FARC guerrillas. They are not so easy to talk to." Old Jack thought for a while, "If they find out that your purpose is not just to travel and vacation there, and you really find treasure, they will definitely not choose to sell the island at a low price." "The Gewu guerrillas? How many warships do they have? How many fighter jets? How much money do they have? How many people are there? How much American equipment do they have? How many billionaires do they know?" Zhang Ailun said nonchalantly: "I am negotiating cooperation with the Colombian government. What does it have to do with them? They are the ones who illegally occupied the island. To put it bluntly, aren't they anti-government terrorists? We have plenty of ways to deal with these terrorists!" There is no need for the chief leader to even show up, those little Karami will be killed by him using money. The drug dealers and guerrilla militants who were razed to the ground by fifty F16s last time were called the Medellin Cartel, but now the grass on their graves is three meters high. If it weren't for the treacherous CIA and the investors behind the scenes, the other party would have been able to meet God even earlier. There is no way these guerrillas could be tougher than the Medellin drug cartel, otherwise they would not be operating tourist attractions in compliance with the law, but would just engage in drug trafficking. Old Jack saw that the chief leader had made up his mind and had nothing to say. He just asked, "When do you plan to go there for the trip?" "We can ask someone to prepare the private plane now. If we set off now, it will arrive in a few hours." Zhang Ailun smiled and sent a message to Bailey, asking him to drive his Cirrus SF50 over.
He patted Old Jack on the shoulder again and said, "We are here just to check out the sights and enjoy the scenery. Don't be so sad. Be happy." Old Jack forced a bitter and vengeful smile. With his sinister appearance and hooked nose, he looked even more creepy with his fake smile. "You'd better stop laughing. Even a three-year-old child would be scared to tears." Zhang Ailun waved his hand. "You made me laugh!" Old Jack muttered unhappily. After waiting in the bar for a while, Bailey sent a message to the chief leader twenty minutes later, informing him that he had driven the plane to the tarmac of the airport. Zhang Ailun glanced at the message, told him to wait there for a while, drank the drink, put away his phone, and called Old Jack to set off. The two drove to the nearest airport and parked the car nearby. From a distance, they saw Bailey sitting in the cockpit, waving and greeting out the window. After the chief and Old Jack got on the plane, Bailey asked, "Boss, where are we going?" "Go to Silver Island." Zhang Ailun fastened his seat belt and gave the order. He took out his mobile phone, logged into the official tourism page, and made an appointment in advance. "Ok." Bailey searched for the location information of Silver Island, which was also at the junction of the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea. He didn't ask where to go or what to do. After debugging the electronic equipment, he immediately started the plane, sprinted on the runway, flew high into the sky, and headed for the target location. Zhang Ailun looked down at the increasingly smaller Los Angeles City. It would take some time to reach the destination, so he simply chose to close his eyes and rest. He also received a message during the trip. When he opened it, he found that it was also a message from Saudi Prince Simba, inviting him to attend the princess' birthday party tonight. Although it was a bit sudden, it did happen for a reason. At the beginning, no one might have thought of inviting the chief leader to the banquet, after all, they didn't know each other. Simba: Hello, my dear friend Hamburg, please forgive me for sending you my condolences abruptly. I solemnly invite you to attend the birthday party of my mother, Princess Maggie Monae. The party will be held at the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas at 22:30 tonight. As my good friend, I sincerely hope that you can take time out of your busy schedule to attend the party. Zhang Ailun: Thank you for your invitation, Prince Simba. I will attend the banquet on time and give the princess a precious gift. Simba::). Zhang Allen sent another message to Madison, asking if he had received an invitation to the birthday party. Madison: You received the invitation from the prince? Well, this is not surprising. People of status basically received the invitation. In fact, I received the news half a month ago. The little prince reminded me just now. I will definitely go to the appointment. I have already prepared a gift. Do you want to go with me? I guess you definitely haven't prepared the flight schedule. Zhang Ailun: It's really nice to be able to fly with you. It can also save me some gas money. I really didn't prepare for it and didn't even know about it before. Old Mac, you are such a good person. Madison: … Zhang Ailun: What kind of gift do you think would be appropriate for me to give to the princess? Madison: A bouquet of flowers, or jewelry? There are so many people at the party, and your gift won't be framed for collection, so anything will do. Last time I only gave an Eagle Gold Coin. Zhang Ailun: OK. The hours flew by. The Cirrus SF50 successfully arrived over Silver Island. Looking down from above, it was just an inconspicuous small resort island, not comparable to the size of Jehovah Island. After contacting the tower staff, Bailey also landed directly at the island's airport. After getting off the plane, a staff member came to contact them. Zhang Allen also showed them the reservation information and paid the ticket price of $800 per person! I have to say that the ticket price is really expensive. Turning around, I also found that there were quite a few pickup trucks nearby, and security personnel wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying American equipment. They should be members of the Colombian guerrillas. There are signs with the recycling prices of Spanish silver coins written in English, ranging from tens of dollars to a maximum of several thousand dollars, but there are also regional restrictions, and many places are actually not open.
"You can choose to rent some treasure hunting equipment, such as metal detectors and ordnance shovels. The package rental fee is US$50 per hour." said the staff. "So expensive?" Bailey was a little surprised. "As long as you can find the treasure, you won't lose money." The staff pointed to the exchange price on the sign. Zhang Ailun didn't argue with them too much. He directly took out $200 in cash and handed it to the staff, saying, "Give us two sets of equipment." "Ok, I wish you a successful treasure hunt, gentlemen." The staff member took the money, smiled with satisfaction, turned around, took two sets of equipment and handed them to the chief leader and his men. The three of them came to the foreshore area of Silver Island with their equipment, and saw many tourists carrying electronic instruments and enthusiastically searching for and measuring metallic silver. However, the leader knew that the real treasure would not be here, so he did not make it too public. He just asked Bailey to take the detector to test it. He admired the scenery for a while, took out his mobile phone to take a few photos, recorded all the scenery he saw with video, and then called Bailey to go to the next place. (End of this chapter)