Chapter 115 Juan Jin, the Eternal God On the way back to the camp in the pickup truck, his cell phone beeped, and it was Rena who sent him a new message. Zhang Ailun clicked on it and found it was a private welfare photo of herself lying in the bathroom. The mist was hazy, and the crystal clear jade feet were placed on it, with the key parts blocked by the foam. Zoom in momentarily for closer examination. Is the scale so big? This damn bubble!! Zhang Ailun: It’s nice, I love watching it. Rena::) Another picture of red wine was sent, with white fingers painted with red nail polish. The lighting was soft, and the scenery and neon lights outside the window were flashing. Reina: After a day of work, you can relax in the evening and take a warm bath. Zhang Ailun: I have a friend who also wants to relax.
Rena: Not today. I'm very tired. Allen Zhang: Okay, good night. The anger is rising. Zhang Allen turned around and sent a message to Olivia, asking her if she was busy at work in the evening. Olivia: Unfortunately, I have something else to do. Maybe you can do it with your hands? Do you want me to take two photos for you? I had a cosmetic treatment during the day. Before Zhang Ailun could refuse, the other party sent him two selfie photos. It can be seen that it is well maintained, and the scale is larger and more attractive than before. Zhang Ailun: Why did you dye it again? I remember it was red velvet last time. Olivia: Do you like it? Zhang Ailun just felt a little regretful. Seeing the leader sending messages, Xige, who was driving, sighed and suggested, "Why don't you continue to look for your Dongwu sisters?" "I haven't settled this matter with you yet!" It would have been fine if he didn't mention it. As soon as he mentioned it, Zhang Ailun wanted to stab him with murderous eyes. "You are too open-mouthed, don't I have any privacy?" Xige just felt wronged. "Even if I don't say it, others will. Besides, it's not a big deal. You can at least sleep with others. Even if I want to pick up girls, others will look down on me." Zhang Ailun didn't argue with him, "That's right, with a guy like you, who talks in a dull way, how could girls like you? They prefer men like Dominic and me who have a humorous personality and strengths!" "Stop talking, stop talking." Sig only felt more pain. Drove back to the Bridge Hole Campground. It was getting late and the friends had already dispersed. Zhang Ailun did not wake up Dominic, but asked Sig to drive the car to the side and go to the street to use the can recycling machine to digest and cash it in tomorrow. When we got into the RV, we found that Dominic had indeed fallen asleep. Jennifer was not there either, probably because she had gone to work to look for a job.
There is a box lunch prepared for dinner on the table! Zhang Ailun simply washed up, cleared out the lunch box, watched some short videos, liked the singing video posted by street artist Sandy, and posted a word of encouragement in the comment section. After charging my phone, I went to sleep. At about one in the morning, the cell phone rang. Zhang Ailun picked it up dazedly and saw that it was a message from someone with the note 'Little Greedy Cat'. Zhang Ailun was stunned for a long time before he remembered that it was Polina. Polina: Dad, aren’t you going home to rest at night? Allen Zhang: I'm in my own home. Polina: I'm sorry to bother you. I thought the master would like the games we prepared. A welfare photo was sent. Two sisters sat like ducks and looked at the camera eagerly. Zhang Ailun suddenly felt a little sleepless. Zhang Ailun: I still have things to deal with tomorrow, good night! Reluctantly give up. Paulina: Good night, sir. Silent all night. The next day. Zhang Ailun was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He woke up slowly, picked up the phone and found that it was a message sent to him by the bunny girl Mary. Mary: Our new boss is sending someone to the store today to arrange some work. We hope you can come over to clean up the inventory and do your job better. Zhang Ailun: The store was sold so quickly? How much did your new boss pay for it? Mary: I don't know the inside story either. I just know that the new owner is a Mexican, very mysterious, and drives a silver Bentley. He's a rich man! He spent at least $5 to buy this bar. Zhang Ailun: OK! I will go over and take care of the waste. Mary: I hope you won't break your promise. Zhang Ailun couldn't refuse her request. I opened the daily information app and found new information about Sanji Bar. [Daily Intelligence: The Sanji Bar was transferred to a new Latin American Mexican owner, who took over and reactivated the second half of the business, trying to transform it into an underground illegal casino, selling large amounts of leaves, morphine, and cocoa. Your good friend, the bunny girl Mary, saw her salary increase by 70%, - click and hold to learn about her personal information. ] [Details: Fake identity Philip, American nationality, bar owner. Real name Malu Hufei, Mexican nationality, illegal drug trafficking, murder and child trafficking, wanted internationally.] Shit, this guy is really not a good person, right? Zhang Allen was a little worried about Mary's future. The Sanji Bar had just changed hands and ended up in the hands of a wanted criminal. Maybe it would be taken over again in a few days. [Daily Intelligence: Your actions have angered the smuggling team. Yateer Refrigeration Company has decided to retaliate and interfere with you within three days. They have hired street thugs carrying folding knives, Molotov cocktails and other weapons to attack the Qiaodong camp at night. At 16:22 in the afternoon, a refrigerated truck with license plate number LS-56F-27 will transport poisoned pork through Y2 Street and conduct a smuggling transaction with the person in charge of a canning factory.] Great, just when I was worrying about how to deal with these annoying guys, they just showed up at my doorstep! Within three days? I will kill you today!! [Daily Intelligence: Your good friend Sig Compry has attracted the attention of the white motorcycle gang, and will invite you to participate in underground boxing matches through anonymous harassment calls. They are directly related to the homeless fight and death case that occurred in the alley of No. 27 Public Road. ] White biker gang? Zhang Ailun frowned as he thought of Sig who had been badly harmed by them.
This guy had better not mess with him and bring any trouble to the camp, otherwise he will definitely treat him to a delicious meal of local puff meal! After all, there are plenty of black people on the street who are willing to do this kind of thing. Who doesn’t like white butts? Zhang Ailun got up, washed, and was about to go find Sig when he came over. "Good morning, Boss!" "Good morning, Sig, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Ailun looked at the other person who looked like he had not slept well. Sig didn't know whether he should say it or not, but finally he mustered up the courage to say, "Do you remember those white bikers I told you about?" "Of course I remember. What happened? Did they make any big noise again?" Zhang Ailun pretended to be confused. Sig pulled out his cell phone and showed it to him. The anonymous avatar sent a message to Seager: "You punched well!" Zhang Ailun pondered for a moment: "From this sentence alone, it seems that we can't be sure that it is those people, and there are no other comments or ideas. Are they so capable? They can actually find your chat software ID?" Xige was a little embarrassed. "Actually, I couldn't sleep last night, so I watched some short videos and saw a beautiful girl. I left a message below and wanted to ask her out, but I didn't expect that she had a boyfriend and happened to know those white bikers. They found me through the daily videos I posted..." Zhang Ailun took the phone and took a look at the video. He was a little shocked for a moment, "Is the butt so big?" A video of a plump brown-haired beauty wearing yoga pants lifting weights in the gym. No wonder Sig is so obsessed with him. "If she can lift weights, she can also lift your small body away!" Zhang Ailun immediately advised: "It's a very complicated situation here, Sig, you can't control it! Come on, push her to me! Which gym is this? Do you have the location coordinates?" "Ok, I can push her to you, but Boss, can you be serious? That's not what I came to you to talk about!" Sig was a little annoyed. "It's a serious matter! Those bikers are just some bad boys from the street. They don't hold back when it comes to hitting people. They don't care even if someone is killed. I'm really afraid that they will push me to the limit... I might accidentally kill them with one punch!" "You're a little inflated, aren't you? Can your fist kill someone? Well, it's true that you accidentally killed the homeless man, but the motorcycle gang is not to blame. Many homeless people die on the streets every day, and the police are too lazy to care." Zhang Ailun likes to tell the truth. Seeing that Sig was a little depressed, Zhang Ailun immediately changed the subject, "But if those guys dare to come to our territory, don't even think about leaving safely! You have a gun, so why are you afraid of them?" "They also have guns, which they bring from home. These people are lawless and have no fear of the law at all. They are just ignorant young men!" Sig had dealt with these people before, and it can be said that he had no idea how to write the word death. Relying on the fact that he was a greenhorn, he led a middle-class family, spent money lavishly and had no shortage of money. He gathered around him a bunch of young men from poor streets, bought several motorcycles, and provoked police officers every day, racing, fighting, and bullying in school. After graduation, they join fraternities and biker gangs. Do they know what gangs are? He doesn't sell drugs or engage in legitimate business. He just roams the streets and causes trouble. The business focus projects are different. Otherwise, normal people would not give money to homeless people to let them fight. They sit there and watch the fun, thinking they are ancient Roman aristocrats and the alley is the Colosseum. "It's a bit difficult. If we use too much force, there will probably be a direct gunfight, and it will be troublesome to kill them. If we use too little force, they will think we are afraid of them." Zhang Ailun pondered for a moment, "The local motorcycle gang thugs are really too uneducated!" "So? What should we do?" Sig was a little undecided. "Of course, I'll teach them a good lesson!!"
Zhang Ailun said, "Don't worry, this is just a small matter. I will help you solve it. Go sell Old Carl's batch of cans, then come back with the money and meet me. I will also arrange work tasks for David and Gate." Compared with the criminals wanted across the country, what are a few silly young people from a small town? "Ok!" Sig did not ask too many questions. The chief leader already knew the severity of the situation and had a strategy to deal with it. Naturally, he didn't need to worry about the rest. The two went their separate ways, and Zhang Alan made a video call on his mobile phone, calling David and Gate. "Hello! Boss, good morning!" "You two just woke up? Where are you now?" Zhang Ailun looked at the background of the video. There were cartoons on it. It seemed to be a well-decorated apartment building in a certain community? "We don't have our own house, so of course we're living in other people's homes. The owner of this apartment went on a business trip yesterday and won't be back for two or three days. Gate and I are staying here temporarily," David explained. "How's the garbage truck? Someone should have fixed the rearview mirror. I have something for you to do. The garbage from Sanji Bar needs to be cleaned up." Zhang Ailun didn't want Mary to see a damaged garbage truck and then hold him accountable. "Of course! We found a repair shop and got a usable rearview mirror from them. We installed it ourselves and it cost almost nothing." David said proudly. As street rubbish collectors, they certainly knew where to find usable rubbish. It's just a car part. As long as it can be screwed on, whether it is compatible or not is secondary. As long as it does not affect normal use, you can solve it yourself. "Ok, I'll go over there right now. The streets may not be too peaceful today." After hanging up the video call, Zhang Ailun went to the RV and woke up Dominic. He told him about today's work and took over the territories of the other nine streets. He also asked Yang Guo from the West Coast and the Five Elders of Kongtong to do a good job of security to prevent anyone from breaking into the house. Dominic was also a little annoyed. "We just dealt with the can recycling machine and those European cans yesterday, and today there are nine more streets?" Who in my family understands that when I wake up I feel the responsibility on my shoulders becomes even heavier. "The Fifth Street District plus the streets inside the gated community only have more than 600 streets. Many streets are of no value. You can't even pick up cans. Begging is even harder. You can only go to relatively prosperous streets to get money. There are only a few hundred streets where scavengers can actually make a profit. Is our expansion speed a bit too fast?" Assuming that there are an average of 400 cans on one street, they now have territory covering almost streets. There are more than a dozen new disciples from the Clean Clothes Sect of the Beggar Gang and disciples from the Dirty Clothes Sect. The stable profit generated by the project of picking up cans alone has reached US dollars a day! In fact, it should be more. A high-resource street can be equivalent to four or five ordinary streets. Add other projects such as begging, and the upper limit is very high. If nothing unexpected happens, you can make a stable profit of 1000 US dollars every day! The chief leader can earn $200 a day just by lying down and doing nothing. If the treasure chest explodes with gold coins, you can earn even more! Leo and Monica also made an effort and basically expanded the unfinished building into a branch of the Beggars' Gang. After all, it was full of low-level elderly, weak, sick and disabled people. With Dominic's consent, they also recruited the homeless people with no criminal record living there into the Beggars' Gang to enjoy the benefits of begging. There are more than a dozen can recycling machines, each of which can spit out at least $150 without affecting the use of passers-by, thus avoiding the price difference being taken away by middlemen and ensuring the maximization of the interests of the Beggars' Gang members. From being hungry and cold in the beginning, wandering the streets starving and being bullied, to now enjoying the welfare of the Beggars' Gang and earning dozens of dollars a day, what else could the homeless people be dissatisfied with? Just be grateful!! Juanjin, the eternal god of the Beggars' Sect. Zhang Ailun was calm about Dominic's shock, "Real gangs make at least tens of thousands of dollars a day. We are still far behind and need to keep working hard." "You're right. Although picking up cans doesn't make as much money as drug trafficking, at least there is no risk." Dominic was also pleased with the current development scale and future prospects of the Beggars' Gang, and went to work happily. Zhang Allen rode his Trek to the Sanji Bar. Mary had always wanted to earn his service fee, so she decided to do it today. It took more than ten minutes to ride a bike to the Sanji Bar. In order to prevent his bike from being stolen maliciously, Zhang Ailun walked around and parked his bike in the backyard. He was surprised to find that the back half of the bike that had been sealed off had been reopened. I simply parked the car in the yard and pushed the door open to enter the bar from the back.
It still has the familiar atmosphere and lighting, but before it officially opens for business, the hall has been redecorated and many new instruments have been brought in. For example, slot machines, silver bead turntables, and Baccarat. The previous boxing tester and scratch lottery tickets were moved away. (End of this chapter)
