Chapter 125: Documents Received "Honey, are you awake? Can you please get me a towel?" Olivia's voice came from the bathroom. "Ok, I'll be right there." Zhang Ailun looked around, took out two bath towels from the cabinet, pushed the door open and walked into the bathroom shirtless. Olivia turned around and was suddenly hit by the huge object. She couldn't help but scream, "Shit, how did you just come in! You're not wearing anything!!" "I've seen everything I needed to see yesterday. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Zhang Ailun admired her perfect figure. "Do you need me to rub your back?" "Why not?" Olivia hesitated for a moment and then agreed happily. After doing some simple morning exercises, which took about an hour, the two of them went downstairs together. Olivia took out some bread slices from the refrigerator, toasted them in a bread machine, spread butter sauce on them, added ham, Patron, vegetables, and two glasses of organic milk. The breakfast problem has been solved. "Honey, I still have plenty of time during the day. Do you want to go to the gym with me?" Olivia asked ambiguously.
"I'm sorry, no, I have other things to do." Zhang Ailun refused. "Ok! See you some other time, dear. I will miss you, come visit often when you are free." After finishing breakfast, the two hugged and kissed goodbye at the door like a normal couple, and parted ways in a friendly manner. Zhang Ailun left the apartment community and searched for the Street Brothers Modification Shop, which was near Block 7. It took some time to get here and found that it was officially open for business. Zhang Ailun walked in and took a look, pretending to be a nonchalant customer. There were a few black men in work clothes in the modification shop, holding a cup of coffee and chatting. Soon, we spotted the orange Chevrolet Cruze, and there were other luxury cars next to it, all priced at no less than $50,000. All four wheels of the Cruze had been removed, and there were several cardboard boxes piled next to them. Some of the brake discs, some wrapped in plastic film, were inside and looked to be in poor condition. "Hey! Buddy, do you need any help? If you need to repair your car, please park it outside and wait for inspection. If you want to visit, people other than black people are not welcome here, so leave now!" Just as Zhang Ailun was thinking about how to get the brake disc, his behavior attracted the attention of the staff. A tall and thin black man with dreadlocks walked over and drove him away. He warned impatiently: "This is a place that provides services for special groups of people. Do you have a car?" "I have a Ford pickup truck," Zhang Ailun replied casually. "What model is it and how many years is it?" Lao Hei asked. “It seems to be an old car from the last century.” Lao Hei was so angry that he laughed and waved his hand, "Are you kidding me? We don't repair junk here. Maybe you should go to those suburban second-hand markets or garbage recycling stations to do business. You must have a car worth at least 50,000 US dollars to enter this modification shop." "Is there such a request? I have never heard of it." Zhang Ailun laughed, "Are you discriminating against the poor?" "That's because you are ignorant. Yes, I am discriminating against you! Any problem? We don't serve poor people here, so leave now! If you come here to cause trouble, we don't mind teaching you a lesson." As he spoke, several black men nearby came over, holding wrenches, crowbars and other things in their hands. They have a lot of people, weapons, and are on someone else's territory. A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake, so Zhang Ailun chose to reach his hand directly into his arms. "Hey!!!"
The old blacks were frightened and took a step back reflexively when they saw the familiar posture. Doubt life. He immediately surrendered. "Hey, man, we don't have any special ideas! What are you doing? Are you trying to rob?" "I'm just warning you, be nice, nigger!!" Zhang Ailun gave a warning, turned around and left the modification shop, went into the convenience store across the street to buy a drink, sat on a bench on the side of the road for people to rest, and kept an eye on the modification shop. Soon, several more motorcycles drove up and stopped at the roadside in front of the modification shop. A black guy wearing a red headscarf, a leather jacket, and pants hanging down to his buttocks, led a few people into the modification shop. As soon as he arrived, he set his eyes on the modified brake disc of the Chevrolet Cruze without saying a word and began to search through it. "Hey! Little Kizz, what are you doing? WTF! Are you going to tear down our store? We're not out of stock right now. It's working hours now, you'd better not come and cause trouble!" The abnormal behavior of several black people soon attracted the attention of the staff and also affected the old black man who was doing maintenance work. They immediately became unhappy and directly pushed the people away. We were just bullied by an Asian guy. We were so scared that we didn't dare to fart. We were already in a bad mood, and now you're coming, right? Lao Hei didn't tolerate him at all this time. Little Kizz was pushed away and suffered a loss. He immediately cursed. The black people next to him were also unhappy and cursed, "Fxxk you! Try it again!!" But the usually arrogant little Kizz felt guilty at this moment, and dared not say a word. He just stared fiercely at the old black man who pushed him, "We left something here, so we have to take it away!" "There are only brake discs here! If you have any objections, let your boss Martin come and talk to us. What qualifications do you have to come here to cause trouble when you have only been here for less than two years?" The old black employee accused him dissatisfiedly. I can't beat a yellow guy with a gun, but I can't beat you, a guy with a father but no mother? "Are you Little Kizzy, the one who follows Martin? I saw you last time when we were discussing business." The unusual behavior downstairs attracted the attention of the store owner. The owner was a burly black man with a gold chain around his neck. He came down from upstairs with a black girl in his arms. Just now he was doing something he liked doing upstairs with a black girl, but his younger brother came over to tell him that someone was looking for trouble, and the other person was an Asian. He originally wanted to come down and take a look, but the other party left very quickly, so he didn't care and continued to play sweetly with the black girl. Based on his experience of being on the streets for so many years, he knows that Asians are generally honest and will not take the initiative to cause trouble, but when they are dishonest, then you have to learn to be honest! If the other person is not a psychopath, then he is at least a street ruthless person. He doesn't care what color your skin is. Many black guys died for no apparent reason because they messed with the wrong person. But now someone is here to cause trouble again? And it's a black man? Damn it!! Little Kitz recognized him at a glance. He knew that the other party was rich, had connections and influence, and was not someone a street thug like him could afford to offend. But he didn't dare to say that he had embezzled $5000 from the gang and hid it in the brake pads, otherwise he would definitely suffer the consequences. I said with a stiff upper lip: "I left something here and need to find it." "What? Cocoa? Cash? Diamonds?" The owner of the modification shop looked at him with a fake smile. "You came to my place without saying hello in advance, and it's ok, but you also want to do something to those brake pads? Was this Martin's suggestion? Is he not satisfied with the price of the last transaction?" "say!!" Seeing the silent little Kitz, the modification shop owner also got angry. He went up and hit him with a big dick, which made him dizzy. He yelled, "Fuck you! You damn bastard! Even though I have a deal with your gang, it doesn't mean you can come to my house anytime to cause trouble! It affects my work and my money-making! Don't let me see you in the future! You'd better not do anything to my clients' vehicles!" In his anger, he directly took out a handful of truth from his pocket. Little Kiz and his companions were beaten for nothing, and were kicked out of the house with bruised faces and noses. They rode away in shame. When Zhang Ailun saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh at the order on the West Coast.
Even the gang members didn't dare to mess with this modification shop. They really had some background. It seemed that it would be impossible for him to take the money from them easily. He turned around, flattened the bottle, put it in his pocket and left. After walking two blocks, he saw those black men sitting on the roadside smoking tobacco, with their motorcycles parked beside them, looking unhappy. "Fuck! Little Kizz, why did you hide the money in the brake disc? Why didn't you tell us in advance?" A few black men had accused him of secretly eating for himself, but now that something happened, they remembered them. "I didn't expect that batch of old brake discs would be sold." Little Kizz's scalp tingled, and he held his head in his hands. "If our boss finds out, I'll definitely be dead! Even if he doesn't find out, we won't be able to get the money back." "Not necessarily. We just need to find the car and steal the tires afterwards to get the money hidden inside." An old black man suggested, "Now we just need to find out who the owner of the car is, and then plan to take action. $5000 is enough for us to split equally. We..." "Hey! What are you looking at?" Lao Hei turned his head and saw Zhang Ailun passing by, and warned him directly: "Get out of here quickly, understand? We are in the gang." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, pretending to be a passerby who didn't understand anything, and quickly left the street. Listening to their 'flawless' plan, Zhang Ailun just found it funny. People who can afford to drive tens of thousands of dollars worth of cars and have them repaired and maintained in black modification shops, if not rappers, they must have some background. A few bad guys just want to mess with other people's tires, don't let them be shot 888 times and die on the street. The ammunition load and weight suddenly increased by 10 kilograms! Officer Miguel is in charge of the fifth district. The ecological environment in the seventh district is rather bad, so it is indeed a bit difficult to ask the police to cross districts to deal with them. It's not going to be easy, Zhang Ailun thinks that he should not get involved in their affairs, wait for the right opportunity and let them fight each other first. Back to the base camp under the bridge in the fifth block, Dominic had just got up and a group of Beggar Gang disciples were preparing to go to the streets to do business. Seeing Zhang Ailun coming back, Dominic took out $1000 and gave it to him. "It looks like you had a good time yesterday?" "How did you know that?" Zhang Allen looked in the mirror of the RV and felt that his face was a little pale. Olivia was really addicted. Dominic smiled and said, "Isn't it a pleasant thing to date a girl?" "That's because you haven't met a girl with great needs. She's just like a hungry wolf, wishing to eat you up completely without leaving a drop!" Zhang Ailun glanced at Jennifer, who was still sleeping with her head covered. It was obvious that the other party was a typical representative. I'm wondering if I need to control myself. Looking at Dominic's pretty face, Zhang Ailun was a little puzzled. "You have some money now, and you are so pretty, why doesn't anyone approach you? You don't have a girlfriend?" "Yes, I rejected them all." Dominic said as a matter of course: "I have no money, no job, no way to give them a better life. Before you came, I couldn't even support myself, how could I have the nerve to drag others down?" "Living off a gigolo is a good choice. I heard that someone was willing to pay 700 million US dollars to spend the night on the island with Leonardo. You look no worse than him!" Zhang Ailun teased. The flower language of steel wool is wealth and forbearance. "A friend of mine just hooked up with a rich woman and dumped his girlfriend! This path to getting rich is really worth a try." Zhang Ailun chuckled. "Then I'd rather pick up cans on the street," Dominic refused. The two chatted for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, Dominic picked up his bag and went out to work. Zhang Ailun counted all his assets. Rolls of . dollar bills were neatly arranged. The amount was considerable. His hands cramped from counting the money. He spent 2 dollars to buy a drink. The accumulated assets in the hands of the chief had reached 25031 . dollars! He paid $6300 for the certificate. Although he had already paid a $100 deposit, who knows if those people are good at math, they might ask him to pay the full amount first and then return the $100 deposit. Zhang Ailun planned to go out for a drive after getting the certificate. He had been here for so long, but he hadn't had a proper self-driving tour of the West Coast.
Jennifer woke up from her sleep, heard the soundtrack of the short video, and rubbed her eyes, "Alan, you didn't go out to work?" "Give myself a day off today. I haven't done anything and I'm going to spend thousands of dollars. How can I be in the mood to work?" Zhang Ailun lay on his back on the seat of the RV and waved his hand to answer casually. Simone opened the quilt and curtains, put on a cool bikini, and went to the bathroom to wash up. He trotted over to Zhang Ailun, lay down on the chair and started browsing on his phone. Soon she saw a video and took a closer look. She was a little surprised. "Shit! Simone's ex died on the roadside? This is really good news!" "Why do you hate him so much?" Zhang Ailun was a little confused. "That guy harassed me more than once when he was dating Simone, and even tried to take advantage of me for free. I've long disliked him." Jennifer said disdainfully, "He obviously already has a formal girlfriend, but he still seduces other people everywhere. Men are like this." Zhang Ailun didn't dare to speak. But then I thought, I don’t have a girlfriend, and we are all willing, so what is there to be afraid of? It was noon and Jennifer went out on the pretext of having a meal. Zhang Ailun also received a message notification from the Korean trafficker. Jinzhonghuan: Your family bucket has been processed. Please come to the street alley where you made your last appointment to collect your documents. Remember to bring enough cash, or use virtual currency to pay online now. Zhang Ailun: I have been waiting for several days for the gun license, but there is no progress at all? There is no reply to my emails. Their staff's initial review is too slow, right? Jin Zhonghuan: Americans are like this, they are very slow in doing things, unlike our East Asian compatriots who are very quick in doing things. It is possible that there are many people in front of you waiting in line for review. You wait another two days, and I will send someone a message to urge them. Zhang Ailun: Ok, I’ll be there now. Putting away his phone, Zhang Ailun got on his Trek bicycle, put on his shoulder bag, and headed to Bus Stop No. 26 on Weima Street in Block . After passing the traffic light, I parked my bike at the entrance of the alley, walked in, and soon saw the people I had made an appointment with last time, the white high school student and the Mexican uncle. The fake ID dealer was wearing a mask and still dressed in familiar style. When he saw Zhang Ailun coming, he waved enthusiastically. First, a well-made driver's license was handed to a high school student. "You can use it to buy cigarettes and alcohol, go to bars and clubs, but try not to show it off in front of police officers, because it is not real and no information can be found in the database." "Ok!" The white high school student was already very satisfied. He thought you got what you paid for. He paid the remaining balance with a smile on his face and left with his ID. The middle-aged Mexican man used virtual currency to pay the balance and also got his own family bucket, including birth certificate, legal documents, driver's license, passport, social security ID, and gun purchase license. He seemed to have bought $5000 in counterfeit bills before, and it seemed like he had no problem using it, otherwise he would have been arrested by now. Zhang Ailun also gave the money to the fake ID dealer, who handed him the ID, passed the banknotes between his fingers, counted the amount, and returned the $100 deposit. "I have asked someone to urge them to process the preliminary review of the gun license. You will receive news in the next few days." said the fake license dealer. "I hope so." Zhang Ailun checked the documents and found nothing wrong with them. He put them away with satisfaction. "Happy cooperation." "It's a pleasure to work with you! If you need anything in the future, you can come to me again." The fake ID dealer shook his hand and said, "If you are really short of money, buying counterfeit money is also a good choice. The Mexican bought 5000 counterfeit bills from my friend before, but he spent them all quickly. He then bought another US dollars in counterfeit bills!" "I'll consider it." Zhang Ailun had no intention of touching this thing at all. We said hello, parted ways, exited the alley, got on our bikes and left. Deposit – $6200.
19831 remaining. Money is spent like water. (End of this chapter)