America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 198 - 143 Dragon Slayer Sword_2

Chapter 198: Chapter 143 Dragon Slayer Sword_2

George rambled on, "Decent pickup trucks and cars, country kids can’t afford those, so they just buy a few motorcycles to play around. These bikes aren’t worth much, all sissy rides, far inferior compared to Harleys and Hondas. Aside from dismantling them for parts to sell, nobody really wants them in the city, not easy to offload, I can give at most 200 US dollars per bike."

Sieg was utterly duped by him, questioning life, "Really, nobody wants these?"

George slightly smiled, "There’s some value, but just a bit, slightly better than street junk."

Sieg was utterly defeated by the Dragon Slayer Sword.

But Allen Zhang wasn’t as green, "Don’t let him fool you, even the parts are valuable. You really think motorcycle engines are fakes? Once dismantled and sold in the second-hand market, they can easily fetch 150 dollars."

Patting a slightly better-looking motorcycle, "This is a BMW!"

"This is a BWM, don’t try to fool me." George thought he misread, went closer for a careful look, and also realized the logo was a sticker he applied, and the special graphics were his doing, the sky and clouds completely reversed.

"If it weren’t for the fact that I actually own a BMW, you might’ve really fooled me."

George was speechless, thinking he really owned an S1200R just because it had a cover, even if you modify the exterior beyond recognition, without matching engine and core configurations, it still lacks the vibe, can’t run fast.

A BMW? More like a stubborn donkey.

"Name your price then, just don’t make it too outrageous." George knew the General Sect Leader was not easy to deceive, plus the regular customer had made him a lot of money, even agreed to sell him a Soviet replica military motorcycle, getting almost hooked, he made some concessions.

"600 US dollars each for these three motorcycles," Allen Zhang said after pondering.

"No way! I can’t make any profit at this price," George immediately refused upon hearing, "I can only give 400 dollars, these three bikes really don’t sell well."

If it weren’t for that military motorcycle and some gold, he would absolutely not take these three junk bikes.

Good, already reached the expected price.

But Allen Zhang wasn’t satisfied, said, "500 dollars each, I’ll take a bit of a loss, don’t say they’re hard to sell, just take them to a poor street, park for a few minutes, then go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of water, you’ll know how in-demand these things are when you come out and still see them!"

Sieg: ?

George fell into deep thought, feeling there’s some sense in Allen Zhang’s words.

After all, he’d never been poor, always served high-end clients and gamblers, dealt with antiques and collectibles, looking down on street poor, barely understanding their survival rules, might as well burst them with a Zero-Dollar Purchase.

"Wait for me!" George, half-convinced, took some photos with his phone, contacted someone from his contacts to consult.

After a moment, George nodded satisfactorily, "Ok, three ragged mixed-brand motorcycles, 500 dollars each! I’ll take them! Total 1500 dollars."

"Deal."

Allen Zhang shook his hand, then pulled out a collector’s savings card, "Give me a receipt, direct online banking transfer to this card."

George saw the Huasa bank savings card, instantly beaming, "Looks like you did as I suggested, this card is definitely useful, because I and my friends also use it!"

"In business to make money, I might tell some small lies to customers, but never cheat too badly! After all, it’s a legal transaction, we can still be friends afterwards. And as a friend, my advice is always accurate!"

After all, his big fortune depended on core maxims, tax evasion, taking advantage during chaos.

In the antique business, where’s the scam?

Experience builds wisdom, that’s wisdom!

"I recommended that bank to you because of our long-term cooperation, otherwise I wouldn’t bother revealing any info," George said, seeking credit.

Allen Zhang sensed this old man was buttering him up, also smiled, "Then I really thank you, this is indeed very helpful. How’s the relationship with your girlfriend recently, still going well?"

George looked sprightly apart from a slightly pale face, hopefully not a flickering candle.

"Of course, she helped me find the confidence of my younger days, we enjoyed a beautiful night together."

Old George was animated and spilled some more, "Next time you get a text from the bank, you can take this card and attend some charity auctions. Entrance is free anyway, you can eat and drink for free, meet more people, and if you buy something, they’ll give you a tax deduction receipt, including other special perks."

"Ok." Allen Zhang wasn’t really interested in charity auctions; he had just managed to get a full meal, he didn’t have so much money to donate to others.

If there were other benefits, like tax exemption policies, whitewashing economics, or profitable tasks and activities with information, he might consider going.

Special perks, let’s see how enticing they are.

Old George then said, "If your deposit is sufficient and you’ve undertaken the bank’s appreciation service, you’re totally qualified to be invited to some private parties held by the bank. Those are the collectors and tycoons of the industry, all worth at least ten million, and they have very engaging programs."

Allen Zhang looked at him skeptically, "Have you attended?"

"Secret." Old George smiled mysteriously, "All I can tell you is that it’s paradise. There are many people you see on the big screen who are willing to date you, after all, it’s all about resources and connections."

"..."

I knew there was a catch.

After he finished, Old George turned around to go inside to write a receipt for him.

Sieg, watching the two pulling their tricks, felt like he was balding, "That’s it? This old man is really unreliable! Bargaining so hard!"

"If a pawnshop owner’s words could be trusted, then pigs on the West Coast could climb trees."

Allen Zhang said impatiently, "You really should learn from Dominic, do some research online, it wouldn’t hurt. Don’t keep staring at female streamers’ butts, or you might end up getting sold and still help count the money."

"That’s slander! When have I sneakily watched a female streamer!" Sieg immediately denied vehemently; he was clearly watching openly, and he even tipped 2 US dollars.

He complained further, "You guys are standing and talking without back pain, with so many beautiful women waiting to date you, and I can’t secure a single date. Those who are dried up dry completely, and those who are wet drown."

If he only had one tenth the popularity of the General Sect Leader and Dominic, he wouldn’t still be single.

"There’s a chance for you. Keep practicing!"

Allen Zhang patted Sieg’s back which was already much more robust than before, at least he wouldn’t be knocked down by a beer bottle on his head anymore.

It would take two.

Soon enough, Old George came out with the receipt and a bank card, "I’ve transferred the money to you."

Allen Zhang took the receipt and bank card, checked the balance on his phone, and nodded satisfied, "Received!"

He greeted Old George and the two got into the car and left.

Driving by a traffic light intersection, Allen Zhang took out the profits of 6500 US dollars from today, and gave Sieg a dividend of 1500 US dollars.

He also took out 2000 US dollars, and instructed him to visit Officer Mig, and hand over a USB drive containing records of the gang’s drug dealing and salacious transactions to him.

After all, they had agreed last time to give Mig a box of cookies; giving extra benefits when asking for favors was necessary.

Though Mig was still just a senior police officer with not much influence, if they could maintain a steady relationship and he climbed up the ranks to Zone Chief, Police Chief, Police Superintendent, Deputy Director, and Director, while eliminating adverse elements and also safeguarding the Beggar Gang, enabling their expansion and mutual benefit, the advantages would be numerous.

How to establish a good relationship with the Los Angeles Police Chief? Answer: invest in him while he’s still an officer.

Sieg decided to get off at the next intersection to meet Officer Mig who was patrolling the area; they had arranged to meet at a bubble tea shop. Allen Zhang switched seats and counted his savings, 53,259 US dollars.

He drove back to his own territory to patrol, showing his face in front of the newly joined members of the Beggar Gang.

Time soon reached the evening.

Sieg sent a message to Allen Zhang, reporting the latest progress.