Chapter 380 Accident Soon Jennifer and Irene packed their luggage, changed into casual clothes for traveling, and walked downstairs. They turned around in front of the chief and asked with a smile, "Honey, how do you feel?" "She has a nice figure, very pretty." Zhang Ailun took a look and told the truth about her hot body. He took the keys to the Rolls-Royce car, took the three of them out, helped open the door, and invited them to get in. "Let's go. I'll drive. Ladies first." "Thank you, dear. You are such a nice person." Jennifer and the other two got into the Rolls-Royce Cullinan with a smile on their faces. Zhang Ailun also sat in the driver's seat in a good mood. After the three of them fastened their seat belts, Zhang Ailun started the car, drove out of Xingang Villa and headed towards Green Field Manor in the countryside. While driving on the highway and passing a traffic light, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Old Carl, asking him to prepare drinks and food for the party, as he wanted to take people to Green Field Manor for a visit. Old Carl: You are just visiting your estate, why do you want me to prepare things? Zhang Ailun: Can't I invite you to play with me? I don't live in the manor, so there's nothing in it. Can you share some of your inventory with me? Don't tell me you're in the bar picking up girls and don't have time to help me prepare things. Old Carl: OK, of course I have the time. In fact, I have been very busy these days. I am negotiating a business with a racecourse. I am going to invest some money to hold a horse race. Are you interested in joining us? You can definitely make money!
Zhang Ailun: I have done quite a bit of business already, and I don’t know much about horse racing, so I won’t rush into it. Old Carl: Okay, I respect your idea. Obviously you are a smart man. Smart people know how to make money. If you have other investment businesses, please remember to inform me. I can take out 10 million, no, one million for investment! Zhang Ailun: What can I do with this little money? It just so happens that I am planning to let Dominic buy the garbage recycling station in Los Angeles. Are you interested? You have been doing this business for half your life, so you must know more about it than me. Let's join forces, become bigger and stronger, and create more glory! Carl: Why is it that we are all billionaires, so why don't we have some investments related to high-end products? For example, medicine, technology, brain interfaces, rocket launches, blind people's sight restoration, etc. The chief leader was a little puzzled. Why are you doing these things? This thing is not easy to make. If it is monopolized by others, it will not make money at all and it is very risky. Zhang Ailun: Yes, man, I had my people develop an anti-addiction drug before, and signed a contract with my friend's pharmaceutical company. They can make money in the next few decades while the drug patent is valid. But I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear? Carl Sr.: Good news. Zhang Ailun: This drug has passed the inspection and review of the Food and Drug Administration and is currently being mass-produced and marketed. It will be used by various drug addicts and people suffering from addictive drugs. In the future, it will be promoted to more places, benefiting society and even the world. We will also make billions of dollars from it! Even more money! And we will have a good reputation. Carl: Great! That's great news! What about the bad news? Zhang Ailun: The bad news is that most people don't even have time to wait for the drug to be promoted to other states or even the whole world, because they will be assassinated by the drug cartels and the squid capital of the deep government. I am not going to ask you to invest, and we are not short of investment. Old Carl: ...? Carl: Is it so terrible? Then why did you invest in this drug? Zhang Ailun: As you said, this is a high-end industry and it is very profitable, so I invested in it. I have people and guns, so I am not afraid of being assassinated. What about you? Do you still want to invest in high-end industries now? For example, chips, artificial satellites, brain interfaces, etc. Old Carl: Forget it. I thought about it. Actually, there is no difference between investing in ordinary industries and investing in high-end industries. They are all for making money anyway. I might as well invest in a recycling station. Old Carl: At least I have been doing this for half my life, and I am really proficient in this industry. In this industry, our opponents are just some homeless people and local tyrants, not terrorists, drug cartels, capitalists, etc., right? The key is that I am not short of money! What else can I invest in? Zhang Ailun: I'm glad you realized this so quickly. So why don't you hurry up and prepare the food for the party? Instead of thinking about these things? If you don't enjoy life, how many years can you live? Old Carl: I'll be there right away!! Then we can talk about your recycling business. Although I have money, I wouldn't mind making a little more money. Zhang Ailun: You can talk to Dominic in detail, he will help you handle this matter. Carl Sr.: OK. After finally tricking Old Carl into leaving, the leader put away his phone and breathed a sigh of relief. He waited until the red light turned green before driving out of the city. Oliveira, who was watching the conversation, asked in confusion, "Will the drug you invested in really be assassinated by drug cartels or even other people after it is promoted? Is it because it touches the interests of those people?" Zhang Ailun saw her worry and immediately comforted her, "Don't worry, that's not the case. I was just trying to scare old Carl. America is a society ruled by law, so this kind of thing won't happen. Even if something does happen, I will negotiate with them to resolve it." If you can't solve the problem, then get rid of the person who caused the problem. However, it is not convenient for the leader to say this kind of thing openly.
"You think this is safe? It seems you don't understand the West Coast yet." Olivia couldn't help but complain. As luck would have it, a car accident soon occurred on the highway. An old white man and a strong black man collided head-on with each other, causing the tires to fly off and the front of the car to flatten. The two drivers disliked each other and started a conflict directly, wrestling with each other on the spot, which also caused a traffic jam. But the white old man was old and was obviously no match for the black man. He was pinned to the ground in no time. Zhang Ailun was forced to step on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road. He looked at the accident outside the window and said casually, "It's okay. Someone will take care of it." Olivia gloated, "We've seen this kind of thing so often that we don't find it strange anymore. Is this a society ruled by law? If the violent authorities come, we don't know who they will kill first." Soon a police car arrived outside. After several state troopers got out of the car, they formed a formation without saying a word. "It's so cool, it's an American police officer! That old white man is saved! We won't be stuck in traffic soon!" Irene said happily. Jennifer retorted: "Oh! Then you are too happy. The road is not blocked, but people are going to meet God. Maybe we should prepare body bags for them in advance." Irene asked doubtfully, "Are we going to prepare a bag for the black man? Will the police take care of him?" Jennifer said, "No, the hostages and the criminals each need a bag. After all, this is no small scene. If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem! This is the consistent style of law enforcement officers." Zhang Allen couldn't help but twitch his lips as he listened to the conversation between the two in the underworld. Olivia also said, "Watch less of the American police officers' body camera videos on the Internet. They are still very good people. At least the police officers Allen and I met were very easy to talk to!" "Nonsense, that's because Alan is an Asian and so rich, so of course they are easy to talk to. What if you were a poor black person?" Jennifer asked a soul-searching question. The chief leader and the other leader had nothing to say about this, because everything she said was true. When several police officers got out of the car and saw the exciting scene, they pulled out their pistols and aimed at the other side, shouting loudly to warn the black man to put down his weapons. Lao Hei was stunned and quickly raised his hands, "Sir, I don't have a weapon." "Fuck, you must have hidden it in your waistband. Locke! Keep an eye on him! Hey! Put your hands up so we can see them." One of the senior state troopers cursed, and it was obvious that he had been on administrative leave for a long time in his career. "I already have them up!! I swear I didn't carry a deadly weapon, this was just an ordinary accident! I hope you don't do this to me!" The old black man was terrified and shouted loudly in grievance. "We didn't see it! Hey, sir, are you okay?" The police officer asked the white old man on the ground again, but the other party seemed to have fainted and did not respond at all. When the police officer saw this scene, he immediately became anxious and concerned about the other party's life safety. He took out the walkie-talkie to notify the dispatch center. "There was a conflict on Highway 46. A black man attacked a white man. The old man was knocked down by him and his head was bleeding. His life or death is unknown! Request an ambulance for support!" "Sir, please hold on, the ambulance will be here soon!" the police officer shouted. The white old man who was originally lying dead on the ground shuddered instantly after hearing the words, and crawled up on the spot, full of energy. He cursed and said, "Hey! Who the hell told you to call an ambulance? I can't afford that money! I'm fine now! Send the ambulance back quickly! Bullshit!!" Police officer: "..." "Have you seen my ID? I was a fighting champion when I was young! Do you think I can't beat this black guy? I'm just a little tired and want to lie on the ground and feel the charm of nature! Do you want to care about this?" The old white man took out a forged ID, pointed at the police officers and scolded them harshly, very arrogantly. Finally, he added, "My son is a Los Angeles council member!" Oh, so that's fine. The police officers' hands, which had been unable to contain themselves at first, pulled out their rubber batons, but were pressed down again by a magical force.
The black people next to him were all stunned. This is fucking... The police officer had no choice but to put away his gun. The senior state police officer was also helpless and looked at the black man unwillingly. Lao Hei even understood the look in his eyes at that moment, which was the reluctance of wanting a vacation but not being able to get it. He changed his attitude instantly and was very grateful to the white old man who saved him, but the white old man did not appreciate it. He called him a nigger and asked him to pay for his medical expenses. But Lao Hei didn't dare to refuse, so he could only compensate him, admit his mistake, and then follow the state police to make a statement on the spot. Later, several police cars came over to join in the fun, but when they saw that the matter had been resolved, they sighed helplessly. They had thought they would have a chance to take a vacation, but look at what happened. It's really boring. He turned around and began to direct traffic again, allowing vehicles to pass. The leader's Rolls-Royce had a high priority because the vehicle was very expensive. Other car owners and police officers consciously gave way and lined up behind it. "Sir, could you please take this injured person to the nearest hospital? It is not convenient for the ambulance to send out, and the other party's vehicle was damaged. We still have to go to the next place to direct traffic, so we may need your help!" The police officer notified the owner of the Bumblebee next door, who watched the whole thing and agreed enthusiastically. The white old man covered his simply bandaged head and got into the car reluctantly, still cursing, "Black people these days are really weird. They even smile and thank me after I call them niggers? The world has really changed. According to my father and deceased grandfather, they really didn't dare to do this to me, because I had already whipped them! Hey, can't you arrange for me to ride in that Rolls-Royce?" "That's someone else's car, and there's a girl in it," the police officer said helplessly. "I like young girls the most." The old man answered in a provocative manner. The police officer rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay any more attention to him. "This old man deserves to be beaten for his foul mouth. That black man looks like a stable person." Zhang Ailun also complained. Olivia and the other two nodded in agreement, thinking that the black man had gone too easy on him. He should not have hit him on the head, but should have made his mouth swollen so that he couldn't speak. Under the command of the state police, vehicles gave way one after another, and the leader's vehicle was able to pass unimpeded. He simply lowered the window, waved, expressed his gratitude, and then stepped on the accelerator and drove away from this place of trouble. Soon, they arrived at Green Field Town half an hour later, and no accidents occurred during the journey. However, looking at the fences that had been built in the town, dozens of acres of land were occupied and there was not even an entrance. Zhang Ailun also took a long way around the town before finding the gate of his own manor. There was no one guarding the gate here, only two cameras. He had no choice but to drive the car in and park it somewhere in the manor. "I haven't been back for a few days, and when I go back to my house I can't even find the door..." The chief leader couldn't help but complain. "Is this your manor? It's so luxurious! The place is so big!" Jennifer and Irene praised it after getting out of the car. "There are more interesting places. It will become more lively when other people come. I can take you to go horseback riding and hunting! And have an open-air barbecue." Zhang Ailun replied. Then he took out his cell phone and called the Beggar Gang disciples in the manor, informing them to come and pick him up. After receiving the news, the Beggars' Sect disciples quickly drove over in a pickup truck, got out of the car and greeted enthusiastically, "Boss, you're here!" "Get your shotgun and bow ready. Where's my horse?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Torch and Clipper are on the other side of the ranch. They are in good condition recently. The professional horse trainer hired by Mr. Alfred takes good care of them. They are also walking in the ranch now." The Beggar Gang disciple replied. "Ok, take me there directly. Leave a few people here to guard the gate. If someone comes later, we can just invite them to find us at the ranch." Zhang Ailun nodded. "Boss, get in the car. Our ranch is too big and walking will waste a lot of time." The Beggar Gang disciple waved while sitting in the car. "Okay." Zhang Ailun did not refuse. Although his private island was larger than the manor, walking on the ranch did take a lot of time.
Jennifer and the other two got into the pickup truck. The Beggar Gang disciple started the vehicle and took them to the ranch on the other side of the manor. (End of this chapter)