America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 162 - 130: The Mysterious Shop of Kweysanthy_2

Chapter 162: Chapter 130: The Mysterious Shop of Kweysanthy_2

This guy was rambling nonstop in the car, incessantly tempting others to cut the grass and eliminate the roots, creating a mess of our minds. With a single command from the General Sect Leader, he got booted out.

He was told to get his tools ready, to start work tomorrow and take people to the small cabin in the suburbs for some alchemy. If there’s no sign of Gold within a day, then don’t blame Allen Zhang for being ruthless!

Back at the underbridge camp, all the little buddies had scattered.

Allen Zhang arranged tomorrow’s work for Sieg and others, sending the capable Bailey to supervise Feis and his crew to make sure they neither pocketed any Gold nor slacked off.

Then he went to find Dave. Seeing the tent still lit up, he knew he was awake; he never slept that early. Allen Zhang called from outside as well, "Dave, are you asleep?"

"Fxxk..." A curse came from inside, followed by a clatter.

Dave poked his head out of the tent, disheveled, his belt undone. He adjusted his glasses and let out a sigh of relief when he saw who it was. "Oh, it’s you, Allen, buddy. You don’t make a sound when you walk? You nearly scared me to death!"

"Entertaining yourself? I suggest you don’t do it too often, it could hurt your body. My footsteps are actually quite loud, it’s just you, too focused!"

Allen Zhang looked at his miserable state and the little umbrella sticking up, with a strange expression on his face.

He advised, "You could totally find a proper person to be your girlfriend. Or at least, you could get some services from folks on the Motel street."

"I don’t have that much money, nor do I want to spend it on that. I’d consider it if it were Jennifer, but she doesn’t think highly of me; she prefers the ones like you."

Dave said helplessly, "Buddy, did you come to see me for something in the middle of the night? I might need to continue a bit, I was just getting into the zone. You know, I’m the French Cannon! Second toughest guy in the camp next to you!"

"Not anymore. Before you say that again, you might want to check out little Lori and Sieg," Allen Zhang mercilessly shot down.

"Little Lori’s got ethnic talents, but he’s just taller, actually not that big," Dave mysteriously leaked the secret.

"I’m very curious what little Lori’s attitude will be after hearing your evaluation of him. Whether he’ll twist your head off."

Allen Zhang’s mouth twitched, Black may have some ethnic talents, but it was clear they couldn’t compare to his body’s talents, just like O’Neal in the NBA, also pretty small, actually kind of cute.

Dave immediately surrendered with arms raised, "My bad! Don’t you ever tell Lori what I said, he’ll get mad and literally knock me two meters away on the spot!"

"I don’t have that kind of free time."

Allen Zhang waved his hand to calm him down, and immediately discussed the daytime events, about what old George said regarding the bank taxes.

Though Dave’s lawyering record had been mediocre since his debut, he was after all a law school high achiever, and he quickly untangled the intricate details.

He pondered, "Indeed, that bank offers legal tax evasion services, also aiming to attract more people to join the collectors’ market, thus revitalizing the antique market and absorbing capital, legally circumventing the constraints of tax law. Many wealthy people also legally evade taxes, and the smartest of them are those Chinese, after all, in a capitalist society, it’s still the rich folk and Capitalists who are supporting the IRS. Even the fiercest dogs won’t bite their own masters. They only prey on the poor citizens at the bottom."

"So you’re saying, if I use that bank’s services, I can evade 99% of taxes, even pay less?" Allen Zhang inquired.

"If I’m free tomorrow, I can help you take a look, consult on the specifics, and if it’s reasonable, I’ll process a savings card for you. How much money have you made in total through collectibles?" Dave asked curiously.

Allen Zhang pulled out the Paper Currency in hand, "Roughly thirty thousand US Dollars, half of which came from trading collectibles, the rest from various tasks. Collecting cans doesn’t require paying taxes, but it’s not a large percentage."

Dave was stunned, "You have so much money, and instead of renting a house, you still sleep on the streets with us?"

"I only got legal status not long ago. Even if I wanted to rent before, I didn’t qualify, they don’t accept the undocumented."

Allen Zhang continued, "Before everyone in the team has a better life, I won’t abandon you all and rent a house first! I came from the streets, and I’ll struggle together with everyone."

Look at the General Sect Leader’s enlightenment.

Righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith — Mr. Jin’s reputation is well-earned. Dave almost felt like kneeling before him.

After entrusting the consultation and tax matters to Dave, Allen Zhang greeted him to continue his fun and left.

Dave lay in the tent, watching the adult film on his phone, feeling an odd sensation. Everyone else is living loud and colorful lives, making lots of money daily, what the hell am I doing? Slacking off with a job I just got?

Jerking off? Will that bring me any prospects!

Screw this, might as well not fap!

Allen Zhang tiptoed into the RV, finding Dominic fast asleep, while Jennifer was still up and hogging his designated bed space!

The light was dim, a soft glow on her profile, golden hair resting on her shoulders, wearing blue-light glasses, leaning against the headboard. She looked somewhat peaceful, almost picturesque.

Provided you ignored her potty-mouth beginning with ’F’ and the frantic speed of her typing. Frustrated and exhausted, she wore herself out.

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