America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 293 - 176: The Jewelry Exchange

Having dealt with Reko’s matter, Allen freeloadingly acquired the qualifications for Wally’s recycling station in the Sixth District. After greeting Allen Zhang, he drove away.

Now there’s no time to take over the recycling station, Allen plans to arrange for Dominic to go over and sort things out and open for business. Coincidentally, Dominic had also sent him a message informing him that the Rocket Thrust Launcher had been sold.

Allen Zhang simply drove to the recycling station on Eito Street. Getting out of the car, he saw Dominic and two others working there. freēwēbnovel.com

He walked over and handed the keys and documents of the recycling station to Dominic.

"What’s this?" Dominic, somewhat puzzled, opened the documents and discovered it was a recycling station in the Sixth District. Quite surprised, he said, "You’ve opened another recycling station?"

"I did a favor for the Southern manager of Pike Resource Recycling, and he generously gave this recycling station to me. If you have time, remember to send someone to sort out that recycling station, open it for business, and by the way, have someone reliable manage it." Allen Zhang entrusted all these matters to Dominic.

"How about Leo?" Dominic suggested after some thought.

"That’d be fine." Allen Zhang nodded in agreement, thinking that Leo was indeed good. He had been responsible for the can business on Leo Street and the nearby streets and had also managed the Beggar Gang Disciples and order very well. Now with a new recycling station, it was about time for a promotion and a raise.

"What about the money from the sale of the Rocket Thrust Launcher?" Allen asked again.

"It’s here. A total of 5000 US dollars. I wanted to sell it to him for six thousand, but he wouldn’t raise the price any further," Dominic said, taking out the money and still feeling a bit regretful that he hadn’t mastered the art of bargaining like the General Sect Leader.

"That’s quite enough!" Allen Zhang complimented, taking 3000 US dollars. The rest of the money was Dominic’s share; neither Gate nor David could make the trip for nothing.

"Remember to handle the recycling station in the Sixth District. I have other things to attend to, so I’ll take my leave."

Allen Zhang greeted and drove away from the recycling station on Eito Street.

Passing a traffic light intersection, Allen Zhang contacted Jason to ask about his behind, whether his injury had healed or not.

Jason: Boss, are you looking down on me? I’ve been able to run, jump, and fight for a while now! Do you have some mission for me?

Allen Zhang: Come with me to deliver a batch of goods to the countryside.

Jason: Countryside? Delivering that batch of jewelry?

Allen Zhang: Just keep it to yourself, don’t blabber about it everywhere. Where are you now?

Jason: I’m at the Sunkist Bar.

Allen Zhang: Ok, I’ll come to get you.

Having put away his phone, the light turned green; Allen Zhang turned the car around and floored the gas toward Sunkist Bar.

He soon arrived at the bar, the General Sect Leader parked the car nearby, pushed the door in, and found that the business was doing well today with quite a crowd.

Inside, neon lights flickered, the atmosphere was cheerful, DJ music played—a completely different world from outside the bar, a realm of debauchery and splendor.

Allen Zhang found Jason drinking, Melvin was also there, he patted their shoulders, "You haven’t drunk too much, have you? Why do you always come here for no reason?"

"Boss, didn’t you tell us to come here and patrol to maintain order when we have time?" Jason and Melvin were a bit puzzled.

"Then have you observed anything?" Allen Zhang asked with a smile. Indeed, he had them come over to save on security costs, after all, it was their own people; it’s a waste not to use them.

"There’s this old guy who doesn’t look like a nice person," Jason said mysteriously, pointing towards the direction of the private rooms.

Allen Zhang followed his pointing and saw a white-haired old man with a hooked nose, wearing a duckbill hat, dressed in a gray sweatshirt and Puma sneakers. The old man was shuffling cards, surrounded by stacks of chips, and drinking glass after glass, engaged in a game with several regulars, quite surrounded by people.

"He’s been very generous, ordering 80-dollar Brandy like it doesn’t cost a thing, one glass after another. His luck in cards is also very bad, he’s lost 1000 US dollars so far! But he hasn’t even frowned, others are treating him like an easy mark and ATM," Jason said earnestly.

"I also noticed calluses on the insides of his left and right hands, those are marks that only people who often handle guns would have. He could be a veteran or engaged in some special profession or work. In any case, he’s not an ordinary person, he definitely has killed before!" Melvin concluded after careful observation.

Allen Zhang looked intently, knowing that the old guy was ruffian Jack, but he didn’t want to stir up trouble now; the man would spend the entire day drinking in his bar and couldn’t escape.

Then, calling over Mary to inquire about ruffian Jack’s situation, "What’s with that guest? Why hasn’t he been invited to the VIP section in the back?"

"Boss, that guest has been here since 6 a.m. shift swap, sitting there playing cards, not talking much. We tried inviting him to the VIP room in the back, but he refused. However, he hasn’t been stingy with tips," Mary explained: "He’s been drinking alone since the morning, two bottles of Brandy already! He’s contributed thousands of dollars!"

Allen Zhang was secretly impressed, what kind of drinker was this, could he really drink that much, indulging before robbing a casino?