America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 348 - 194 A Beautiful Day_2

Chapter 348: Chapter 194 A Beautiful Day_2

"In principle, legal firearms are not sold to people without a gun license."

Allen Zhang replied: "In practice, you can have them come back after hours. Try to find some reliable yet cash-strapped people, use their identities to trade and purchase firearms, or go to the Southern Branch courthouse to have lawyer Dave do a credit assessment. I believe that as long as they are not extreme criminals or incorrigible evildoers, our officers and lawyers can certainly relax some regulations for them."

This is yet another money-making channel!

Allen Zhang immediately messaged Dave, telling him to get ready to make money when it’s handed to him, to build good relations with his colleagues at the courthouse, and that if they really do make money, treating their own people to a meal would suffice.

Dave: In principle, it is not allowed to bribe and hire courthouse lawyers for private credit assessments.

Allen Zhang: In reality, no one turns down money.

Seeing the General Sect Leader bonding connections once again, Jennifer also leaned in with eager eyes and said: "Dear, considering how hard I’ve worked, could you let me sit in the passenger seat of your luxury car?"

"You can go shopping in your own car, it’s at Old Pick’s garage. Just go and take the keys whenever you have time," Allen Zhang simply handed over the driving rights to Jennifer.

"Dear, you are really so generous!" Jennifer was very happy and threw herself into the General Sect Leader’s arms for a passionate kiss.

"I’ll drive your Lamborghini tonight, and tonight, you can drive me in any position you want!"

"..."

That’s what you said.

But the General Sect Leader was still quite mature and steady and wasn’t easily seduced by her. He gathered with his buddies for a chat, mentioning in passing that it was time for Sieg to expand the personnel reserve and recruit some fine veterans from the streets.

Sieg readily agreed, as he already had this idea, considering that they were indeed short of hands.

Dominic was responsible for cooking dinner in the RV, and his culinary skills had obviously improved.

After dinner, the group gathered again to chat and play cards. Before long, Blitz returned, pulled the General Sect Leader aside, and took out a wad of cash.

"This is from today’s sale of gold jewelry, with a total price of One Hundred Thousand Dollars, after paying a remuneration of two thousand dollars to the team members, there’s still 98,000 dollars left."

Seeing this, Allen Zhang directly took 88,000 dollars, leaving the remaining ten thousand dollars to be split among them.

Blitz had no objections, as the profit from the gold jewelry had already been distributed last time. The General Sect Leader was so generous, and in just a few short days, they made an incredible amount of money with no risks, not much effort, and why would they need a bicycle. He cheerfully called over Sieg and the guys to divide the cash.

After Sarah came back, she brought fried chicken, beer, and fresh produce for a midnight snack, and they opened a case of beer to celebrate the recent business success! The General Sect Leader’s assets once again came to 553,390 US Dollars.

During the party, Dominic, who couldn’t hold his liquor well, collapsed after only drinking two bottles of Budweiser. Then Sieg carried him back to the RV to sleep.

The group couldn’t help but tease him, bringing up old times to continue laughing and chatting.

The night deepened.

With empty beer bottles and cigarette butts strewn across the ground, everyone had drunk to their heart’s content. After cleaning up, they helped retract the RV’s awning, and the buddies finally left satisfied.

Allen Zhang wasn’t very drunk and didn’t feel anything. He went back to the RV and quickly freshened up.

Not long after he laid down on the memory foam mattress, Jennifer, who had finished showering, pulled the curtain aside and slipped into bed like a slick eel, her hair still damp and her cheeks flushed.

"Dear, shall we get started?"

Allen Zhang pulled back the curtain and glanced at Dominic, who was out cold and undisturbed by the thunder.

"There will be a lot of work to do tomorrow, you better get up early for work," the General Sect Leader advised her to focus her energy on work at her young age.

"Dear, it depends on your performance. I’ll sleep whenever you want me to," Jennifer said with a tender and affectionate look, her gaze on the General Sect Leader turning syrupy as she slipped her hand under the blanket.

"It seems I need to give you a warm-up first. Don’t want you to have a chain-drop halfway through."

With a mischievous smile, she dived under the blanket and repositioned, "And don’t you be lazy either."

"..."

Allen Zhang looked bewildered.

The next day.

Allen Zhang awoke to find the day already bright, way past sunrise.

He stretched lazily and saw a note with a heart-shaped tag on the bedside table.

It read: You’re my today and all of my tomorrows. I don’t know how to quit you. :)

Without a doubt, it was Jennifer’s writing. She was already gone, only the scent of shampoo lingering on the pillow.

Allen Zhang just felt that American vocabulary was too direct and cliché, but he couldn’t deny that it felt quite nice to wake up to a romantic note.

Another beautiful day.

He checked his phone and saw a deposit alert for 35,000 US Dollars.

Tommy: Cleared the project! Though I didn’t pay you back on the designated day, luckily you didn’t press me for it! I’ve been scared to death these past few days.

Allen Zhang: ok.

He had nearly forgotten that the kid still owed him money, in the days busy with the Little Rock and Armed Nation affairs.