America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 184 - 138 I Do Whatever I Want_2

Chapter 184: Chapter 138 I Do Whatever I Want_2

When it came to this, Jason wasn’t sleepy anymore, and chuckled, "Our business might not be as stable as yours in income, but we’ve made quite a bit of money. We’ve tricked quite a few outsiders. We don’t plan to sell locally; we direct it all to Texas and Florida, and we even had Mexicans placing international orders, but we didn’t dare accept them. After all, who knows if they would come after us with hitmen once they realize they’ve been duped!"

"I have a few friends in Texas who got involved in the business. Blitz helped them set up a distribution website, but on a daily basis, we only get about a dozen orders. The price of castor seeds is rather stable, sells for hundreds of dollars per pound."

Blitz said meaningfully, "If it weren’t for me finding out that the buyers were just incompetent students, with gang backgrounds to help you screen them, you’d probably have sleepless nights, worried about getting shot!"

"It’s because I have you that I dare to openly sell sorghum seeds!" Jason shamelessly took pride, "This day and age, to make money in business, you need to be bold and meticulous! I’m not actually drug trafficking, I’m practically doing a good deed! If they have the guts, let them sue me at the police station or court. I’d like to see who ends up behind bars first!"

"After all, we’ve got Dave, right?" Jason laughed heartily, "When the time comes, let Dave defend them in court. He can win even lying down."

Dave:...

That’s just blatant scheming.

If you weren’t planning on illegal drug trafficking, you wouldn’t seek channels to buy castor seeds. Buying them cheap means you fell for a scam, got tricked into swallowing such losses silently.

You’re also a foreigner, you wouldn’t dare come to Los Angeles for revenge. Otherwise, the hacker godfather of Los Angeles would strike pre-emptively and teach you a lesson, totally not worth it!

Blitz could easily create hundreds of bot accounts and bots every day, tirelessly maintaining and brushing positive reviews on the website. The conned brothers immediately get their accounts banned and muted, dealing in a hit-and-run manner. Can you handle that?

Looking at the vibrant pictures sent by the bots in the social chat group, showing greenhouses and bright green vegetation; that flourishing vitality is still before my eyes.

Flashing a few recent bank statements of making over ten thousand US dollars daily, he added: "My thick friends from the West Coast smoke it and say it’s good!"

Can you resist placing an order?

Go ahead then, quiet as a mouse.

Allen Zhang could only sigh, wondering if in the near future, an abstract food mogul would stand in the underworld of Los Angeles, becoming the underground king of Zone 5.

Sieg received a message from Bailey and immediately showed it to Allen Zhang, "Gold strike again! Today we sorted and refined over ten thousand mobile phones, expecting to finish completely in the next two days."

Allen Zhang glanced at it, all the size of green beans, and felt gratified, "Well done!"

Once all the gold is extracted and then melted into gold cakes weighing over a pound each to sell to old George.

These golds have been soaked in aqua regia and chemical agents, making them somewhat unhealthy for use in jewelry and the like, but they could be used in other electronic components.

The group continued chatting for a while, then Sieg received another message and discreetly walked to the side, gesturing to Allen Zhang.

Feeling puzzled, Allen Zhang went over, and Sieg whispered, "There’s been an issue. Yesterday, that batch of Adrenaline Red we made, Feis Modern’s subordinate found a Black Market buyer and sold the goods for 7500 US dollars. But he didn’t hand over the money, ran off with it and even injured another person."

"..." Allen Zhang frowned slightly, "What’s wrong with this guy? How could the people arranged be so unreliable?"

"After all, it’s thousands of dollars worth of goods, and these Poison Worms have poor self-control. It’s hard not to be tempted. Fortunately, that guy didn’t get far, got captured by a Mexican associated with the Short Tail Dogs on site, also quite unlucky."

Sieg showed the text message to Allen Zhang.

The only Mr. Jin: yo! Bro, guess what I caught? A street rat with a delicious cake. 7500 US dollars, that’s no small amount! Let’s make a deal, the location is in the suburbs [coordinates], and if you’re a man, don’t bring a gun! We’ll have a fair fight one-on-one!

"It seems this kind of thing really needs to be handled by our own people to be reassured. We thought with a gold share, they would have no other thoughts, didn’t expect them to pull something like this." Allen Zhang also appeared speechless.

Looking at the message again and was a bit unable to keep his composure.

What does this guy’s name mean?

The only Mr. Jin?

Alright, alright!

He immediately got into his RV, took out two pistols, tucking them at his waist, ready to have a serious talk with ’Mr. Jin’!

Threatening me? It’s getting out of hand!!

"Tell Feis Modern they need to push themselves; don’t come back today. Spend the night in the suburb’s cabin, take shifts and get it done!" Allen Zhang said expressionlessly.

"Ok!" Sieg nodded, clearly seeing that the General Sect Leader was a bit angry.

Feis Modern was also extremely unlucky.

Just when he thought the batch of gold swapped for their favor would mean better future cooperation, he got stabbed in the back by his own people.

Sieg also chose to keep the counterpart informed.

The moment Feis Modern received the message, he felt like the sky was falling!!

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