Chapter 110 The Chief is a Loyal Man There is nothing I can do if I don’t agree. Old Carl has no connections or background now, and it is time for him to retire. Most of his old friends are dead, and these young people hanging around on the streets have no moral principles. Times are changing too fast! "Do you need me to pay you a deposit first?" asked Old Carl. "No need. Your recycling station is right here. The people can't run away. I still trust you." Zhang Ailun waved his hand. "After we finish today's work, we will help you find those people and teach them a lesson! How much money did you lose in total?" "Four thousand dollars," said Carl Sr. Zhang Ailun stared at him for a while, then said, "I feel like you're not being honest, my friend." Old Carl touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "Okay. Actually, it's only $3000 worth of stuff. I had already made an appointment with the recycling company to come and collect the waste today. But now I have to pay for the car fare myself. I didn't make a penny and I have to pay for it myself. Don't mention how unlucky it is!" "I will help you recover the $3000 worth of goods, and you will get an extra $500. If I cannot recover it, you will still need to pay me $1500." Zhang Ailun said, "Don't rush to refuse. Although those gang members took $2000 from you, they certainly won't guarantee to make up for your losses, right? Or they might as well just take the money. Since I've made a guarantee, if I can get the money back, I will definitely not embezzle it!"
After thinking it over, Old Carl realized that he was not at a disadvantage. The leader was still a loyal and honest man! I agreed happily. "Okay. If you can get back the money I lost, I'll give you an extra $500! I'll never let you down when I work with you to recycle cans in the future!" "That's settled then." The two parties reached a cooperation intention, and Zhang Ailun left with satisfaction. Riding a Trek bicycle, I left Aitou Street and headed to the Irish’s original territory. These Europeans didn't have much territory, and relied entirely on hunting and plundering, making their way along the west coast as if they were pure-blooded Anglo-Saxon pirates. Apart from Jon, the boss who does business secretly, the main business is to make a profit from the savings of the can recycling machine. A can sells for 5 cents at the recycling station and the price at the recycling machine is 6 or 7 cents, but the amount put into the Fifth Block is not large. The largest number of can recycling machines are in Chinatown, where there are also many Asian scavengers. Although they are all scavengers, they are all highly educated people, experts, doctors, etc. Their quality and cultural level far surpass those of the homeless people in the poor streets! Moreover, they have cars to drive and houses to live in, and their living standards are totally different. They would rather pick up garbage here than go back to their home country. When I arrived at this street, I saw the familiar figures of Xige and two Beggar Gang disciples. Zhang Ailun rode his bike directly over and crossed the traffic light. "Hey! How's the work going, guys?" "Not bad." Sig laughed. He was no longer responsible for picking up cans. Instead, he followed the chief to cause trouble and grab territories, and earned more money. "Boss, what are you doing here?" Zhang Ailun took a look and saw that there were too many people and it was not a place to talk, so he waved and followed Xige into a milk tea shop and asked the waiter for two cups of cappuccino. $ a cup, 15% service tip. This was the first time Zhang Allen tipped anyone, so he gave them $12 in full. Sig felt a little pain in his heart. "12 dollars is enough for me to buy a box of 9mm bullets from my friends." Are the bullets wholesaled from your friend so cheap? "Don't be so stingy, Sig. Our business is now on track and we will make more and more money. Jon pays $3400 a month for rent! He also spends $2 to support two models and lives a life like an emperor. You should learn from him!" Zhang Ailun immediately asked the other party to correct his attitude. You can't be a homeless person for a while and your spending habits won't change. You lieutenants and sergeants must earn more than $150,000 a year in the army! I won't tell you how much the arms money was embezzled, but it's an astronomical figure that outsiders can't imagine. "I knew that guy was rich, but I didn't expect him to be so rich!" Sig was also surprised by Jon's background. This is just the leader of the scavengers. You can’t even imagine how much money those gang bosses make every day. In comparison, the dividends received by the chief leader of the Beggars' Sect seemed like a joke. How can you be rich if you don't embezzle money? The waiter brought the cappuccino to the table. Zhang Ailun tasted it and felt that he still couldn't get used to it.
However, Sig didn't feel anything after drinking it, and asked, "Boss, what did you want to discuss with me?" "We have a lot of things to deal with. I found $5000, a blue passport, and a numbered Glock 17 pistol in Jon's safe. But that's not the point. Jon's partner will probably come looking for trouble with us, so we need to be prepared in advance," said Zhang Ailun. "I had expected this." Sig nodded, "Don't worry, they definitely won't dare to come and provoke us openly!" "Let Dominic take care of the can collection for now. Your main job in the future will be to escort the team and recruit veterans. Let the newcomers train at the grassroots level first. If they have CCW certificates, you can give them priority to form a security team." Zhang Allen decided to appoint Xige as the Double Red Stick of the Beggars' Sect. "I think Richie is pretty good. It's a pity that he has a broken arm. It would be a good choice to let him take charge of the begging project for the disabled people in Dean!" "This is Dominic's suggestion." Sig immediately replied: "If their physical and mental conditions can be adjusted, I will give them priority to distributing guns without you saying anything." "We have to go to Modern Brothers' No. 9 bridge tunnel to take care of some things in the evening." Zhang Ailun explained the business entrusted by Old Carl. Sig said there was no problem. Zhang Allen took out the $5000 he got yesterday, and had already arranged $2000 of it, wrapped in an oil paper bag and placed together with the bills. "Go visit Officer Miguel. He's still in the hospital. Just bring him something." Sig nodded silently and put the money away. Zhang Ailun took out the $3000 again and wrapped it in an oil paper bag. "Go find your friend again when you have time and buy some cool but not over-sized stuff. You should know more about this than I do. I'm just an amateur." Zhang Ailun said, "You can buy whatever you want, as long as others don't dare to provoke us. As long as they are safe, you don't have to tell me the price. If you can't spend it all, just keep it. But it's better not to be too outrageous and use the army's tricks on me!" Although the leader is willing to be Liu Bang, he also hopes that you can be Han Xin. "How is that possible! Leave it to me!" Sig said that he would not embezzle even a single screw, otherwise he would not have been kicked out of the army. It was because he couldn't get along with those swamp creatures. But he had learned from his mistakes and now he had to be more flexible. (End of this chapter)