America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 150 - 125: Documents in Hand_3

Chapter 150: Chapter 125: Documents in Hand_3

"Yeah, I rejected them all."

Dominic stated matter-of-factly: "I have no money, no job, no way to offer them a better life. Before you came, I couldn’t even support myself, so how could I have the nerve to be a burden to someone else?"

"Being a kept man isn’t a bad option. I heard someone was willing to pay 7 million US dollars just to spend a night with Leonardo on his island. You’re no uglier than him!" Allen Zhang teased.

The floral language of steel wool signifies wealth and resilience.

"I have a friend who just bagged himself a rich lady and dumped his girlfriend! This path to wealth is definitely worth a try." Allen Zhang chuckled with a he-he.

"I’d rather collect cans on the streets." Dominic expressed his refusal.

The two chatted for a while longer. Seeing that it was getting late, Dominic picked up his bag and headed out to work.

Allen Zhang counted all his assets—rolls of neatly arranged US dollars, a significant amount—his hand cramped from counting money. After spending 2 US dollars on a drink, the accumulated wealth in the hands of the General Sect Leader reached 25,031 US dollars!

He took out 6,300 US dollars as a payment for the documents. Although he had already paid a 100 US dollar deposit, who knows how good those people are at math? They might ask him to pay the full amount first and then refund the 100 US dollar deposit.

Allen Zhang planned to pick up the documents and then go for a drive. He hadn’t yet had the chance to properly enjoy a self-drive tour on the West Coast since he arrived.

Jennifer woke up from her sleep and, hearing the soundtrack of a short video, rubbed her eyes, "Allen, didn’t you go to work?"

"Taking a day off today. Haven’t done anything, yet about to spend thousands of US dollars, no mood to work at all." Allen Zhang lay back casually in the RV seat, waving his hand while answering indifferently.

Simone threw off the covers and curtains, walked into the bathroom in her skimpy bikini to freshen up, then hurried to Allen Zhang’s side and lay on the seat, starting to scroll through her phone too.

She quickly came across a video, glanced at it with surprise, "Shit! Simone’s ex was found dead on the roadside? That’s some satisfyingly good news!"

"Why do you hate him so much?" Allen Zhang was puzzled.

"That guy harassed me more than once while he was dating Simone, even tried to freeload off me, I’ve never liked him," Jennifer said with disdain, "Even though he had an official girlfriend, he was still out there seducing others, men are like that."

Allen Zhang didn’t dare comment.

But then he thought, since he didn’t have a girlfriend and everything was consensual, what was there to be afraid of.

As midday approached, Jennifer left using the excuse of going out to eat.

Allen Zhang also received a message from the Korean dealer.

Jin Zhonghuan: Your family bucket is all set, please come to the same alleyway we arranged last time to pick up the documents. Remember to bring enough cash, or you can now make an online payment with Virtual Coin.

Allen Zhang: I’ve been waiting for days for the gun license to be approved, why is there no action at all? No emails to respond to my messages, their staff’s initial review is really too slow, aren’t they?

Jin Zhonghuan: That’s the way Americans are, always slow in everything; not like us East Asians, who do things quickly. There might be many people in line ahead of you waiting for approval, wait another couple of days, I’ll send someone to message them and urge them on.

Allen Zhang: Ok, I’ll head over right now.

After putting away his phone, Allen Zhang got on his Trek Bicycle with a shoulder bag and made his way to the 26 bus stop on Vima Street in the seventh district.

After crossing the lighted intersection, he parked his bicycle at the entrance of the alley and walked in, quickly spotting the guy he met last time, the white high schooler and the Mexican uncle.

The counterfeit document dealer, still wearing a mask and familiar attire, warmly waved to him as he saw Allen Zhang arrive.

First, he handed the well-made Driver’s License to the high school student, "You can use it to buy cigarettes, alcohol, enter bars and clubs, but try not to show off in front of officers, because it’s not real, there’s no information in the database."

"Ok!" The white high school student was very satisfied, paid the remaining amount cheerfully, pocketed the document, and left.

The middle-aged Mexican man paid the balance with Virtual Coin and got his own family bucket, including a birth certificate, legal documents, Driver’s License, passport, social security ID, and gun license.

He seemed to have also previously purchased 5,000 US dollars in counterfeit money, and it looks like there was no problem using it, otherwise, he would have been caught by now.

Allen Zhang handed over the money to the document dealer, who then passed him the documents, counted the cash, and refunded the 100 US dollar deposit.

"The initial review for the gun license is being pushed; you should receive a message in a few days," said the document dealer.

"Hope so," Allen Zhang checked the documents, found no issues, and stored them with satisfaction, "Pleasant cooperation."

"Pleasant cooperation! Come to me if you need anything in the future," the document dealer shook his hand, "If you really are short on cash, buying counterfeit money is also a good option. That Mexican guy bought 5,000 in counterfeit from my friend, spent it all quickly and even bought another 20,000 US dollars worth!"

"I’ll consider it," Allen Zhang had no idea of messing with such things.

After a greeting, they went their separate ways; he left the alley and rode away on his bicycle.

Savings -6,200 US dollars.

Remaining 19,831.

Money flies so fast.

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