Chapter 108 Dirty Business War
After staying in the apartment building until about ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ailun finally said goodbye to the two Dongwu sisters.
Their performances were simply too good. Polina said she could do a backflip.
The chief leader went to inspect with a critical mindset, but accidentally fell into her trap.
In a fit of anger, he got angry.
After leaving the apartment community, Zhang Ailun called a Beggar Gang disciple through his cell phone to drive over to pick him up, but after standing on the roadside waiting for a long time, someone finally came, but they only brought him a bicycle.
"Where's the pickup truck? Why are there only bicycles?"
Zhang Ailun was a little surprised when he saw the one-armed veteran who delivered the car. He still had a deep impression of him. He was tall and thin. He vaguely remembered that his name was Richie and his military rank was First Sergeant Major.
His title is the highest among those veterans, and his image is tough and outstanding.
West Coast Yang Guo.
"Boss, I'm sorry, the pickup truck was driven away by a man named Jason. He said he was going to a county town in the countryside to inspect a batch of goods and had made an appointment with a grain merchant on a farm." The one-armed man Richie replied.
"Then he should be going to buy sorghum seeds." Zhang Ailun thought about it and didn't take it to heart anymore.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a car, riding a bicycle is also good. It exercises your body and reduces carbon emissions. If you find any information about a bargain in the future, you can buy a car.
"Thank you for your hard work, Richie. How are you going to get back?" asked Zhang Ailun.
"Don't worry about me, boss. I can walk back by myself. It's not far anyway, and I can go directly to where we work. Sig asked me to be in charge of managing those disabled people. It seems that there are a few new people joining us at the abandoned construction site." Richie brought good news again.
"They went to check the can recycling machine early in the morning. From now on, the cans we save in small quantities can be directly exchanged for cash."
He took out a black handbag and handed it to Zhang Allen, "This is what Xige asked me to give you."
Zhang Ailun opened it and took a look. It was the cash from yesterday.
"Well done! I'll go check out the territory once I've dealt with the things on hand. You can go back first."
Zhang Ailun felt that there was nothing wrong with Sig's arrangement. After saying goodbye to Richie, he rode his bike to Aitou Street.
Prepare to find Old Carl and collect his $1500 reward.
Ten minutes later, I arrived at the scrap collection station on Aitou Street, parked the car on the side of the road, and took a look. I found that the iron fence of the yard had been cut off and there was a big hole there.
Even the old pickup truck that had been parked in the yard for some time was cracked, its windows and rearview mirrors were smashed, and its tires were punctured.
Old Carl was so angry that he was screaming and bargaining with a few black people who had their pants hanging down their buttocks, wearing red turbans and black leather jackets.
"2000 US dollars! Then we can consider helping you get rid of your anger. Find those who committed the crime and teach them a lesson! The team that dares to take the initiative to cause trouble must have some background and is not easy to mess with." The leader, Lao Hei, said loudly: "Maybe it was a small gang formed by some young people nearby."
"Bullshit! Have you ever seen any gang members who have nothing better to do than steal my scraps? It must be a group of scavengers on the street!"
Old Carl immediately retorted: "Maybe it's the group of stinky rats living in the sewers, or the Mexican short-tailed dogs. Only they like to do this kind of thing of giving birth to sons without buttholes!"
"No matter who among them did it, $1500 is not enough for us to help you. There are at least a dozen of them. I need to get a few weapons and be prepared before going. Do you want me and my guys to go there and get beaten up with our bare hands? Shit! I don't want to fight with those homeless people! They are definitely professionals in this field."
Lao Hei thought about it and felt that this was not a reliable idea, so he had to pull out his gun.
"If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will! I only asked you to come here because I used to be friends with your father. Otherwise, I could have called the police or asked some white people on the street. Why would I cross the district to ask a few black people like you to come and help me?"
Old Carl cursed unhappily, "If this gets out, people will think that I, Old Carl, am getting worse and worse, that I have no connections and can't find anyone to help me!"
"Bullshit! Those police officers don't care about the garbage you lost. They don't even bother to care about zero-dollar purchases. As long as it doesn't happen under their noses or it's good for their promotion and salary increase, they won't pay any attention to you at all!"
"Also, don't mention my dad. He's been dead for years. I'm the boss of Moschino now! If you really have connections, you wouldn't post a to-do list on Los Angeles' work app."
Old Black mercilessly mocked Old Carl, "The era that belonged to your previous generation has long passed. Now is a new era. Do you still think that you can just take ten dollars to the bar next door and find a poor drug addict to get others to work for you? Have you watched too many old movies? You have to give others enough money before they will help you! Otherwise, there is no deal!"
"When you come up with $2000, we will help you! This is the bottom line, bye!"
Several black men wearing red turbans and leather jackets swaggered out of the yard.
"Get out of the way, kid!" He glared at Zhang Ailun, got on his Harley motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator, sprayed out two streams of nitrogen fire, and left with a buzz.
Zhang Ailun watched the men in leather jackets and red turbans leave, feeling completely bewildered. However, he could tell that these black men were not ordinary people but real gang members.
I walked into the yard and said hello to old Carl.
Old Carl sat on the dismantled wheel hub somewhat discouraged. When he saw Zhang Ailun coming in, he had no interest in greeting him and just waved his hand casually.
"As you can see, I'm in some trouble. I won't be doing business today."
"I can see that the cans and waste have been carried away. You must have offended someone." Zhang Ailun smiled indifferently.
"It's just a despicable and dirty street war. I've seen this kind of tactics many times. I was just unlucky enough to be dragged into it again. The damn police officer didn't care about the matter and only knew how to suck the blood of the citizens."
Old Carl spat in an unlucky tone, lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. "Sometimes, I think that what the guy said is right. Although it is unpleasant to hear, I am really not suitable to stay on the street. I am old and it is time to retire. It is time to return to the farm and old house in the countryside, raise a few cows and a flock of chickens, and live a leisurely and comfortable life every day."
"The best thing you mentioned is chicken." Zhang Ailun, who knows his personality and hobbies well, teased.
"Hahahaha, if I want to die faster, I can indeed support a few young and beautiful poor girls." Old Carl laughed.
(End of this chapter)
