Chapter 167 Recovering the Glider
The buzzing sound of the electric drill filled the entire bank vault, but after more than ten minutes, nothing was found. Sig went from being very excited at the beginning to being bored and a little irritated and numb in the end.
I couldn't help but complain: "Those damn bank employees! I knew they wouldn't leave the good stuff here! Not even a penny!"
He kept drilling while cursing, but the drawers were all empty.
"Don't blame the uneven road if you can't do something right."
Zhang Ailun took the electric drill again and pointed it at the drawer of the C-96 safe. After half a minute, he drilled through the keyhole and opened the drawer.
He took out a key and a qualification document, which showed the location of the storage warehouse. "See, my luck is much better than yours!"
“…”It’s not you…
opened?
Sig was stunned and couldn't help but start to doubt his life.
"Why can you get the good stuff but I can't?"
"Because I am a man favored by God!" Zhang Ailun smiled, put away the keys and documents, and prepared to leave.
"Aren't you going to continue? There are still hundreds of safes that haven't been opened." Sig asked doubtfully.
"I'm going to go out for some fresh air. There's no air circulation in here and it's too hot and stuffy. You stay busy here first. Come out and find me when you're done." Zhang Ailun waved his hand and left the bank vault directly.
Sig nodded in agreement and continued to work.
Zhang Ailun walked out of the bank building and simply sat on the Wrangler, enjoying the breeze, chewing gum, and watching short videos on his mobile phone.
Half an hour later, Sig came out covered in dust and looking gloomy.
"What's wrong? Have you found anything good?" Zhang Ailun couldn't help but laugh when he saw him like this.
"Don't mention it. There's nothing. I'm sweating all over. The drill bit is broken!" Sig was a little speechless. He put the hot electric drill back into the tool box. The battery was exhausted and he still didn't find anything good.
"The previous key was a warehouse key? Could it be that it was also an unclaimed item?" Sig got into the car and asked curiously.
"We'll know when we go over and take a look." Zhang Ailun started the car, drove away from the former site of Morgan Bank on West Street, and headed for the private warehouse at No. 356 Tianlong Avenue.
We soon arrived at this street and started looking for warehouses along the street. There were flat-roofed houses everywhere. It seemed to be a specially built warehouse area. The walls of the street were covered with graffiti.
Zhang Ailun turned the steering wheel and drove into an L-shaped yard according to the navigation information. He parked the car and found that there were several black people in the yard.
They were wearing waistcoats and had tattoos on their arms. They sat on the steps smoking cigarettes and talking dirty.
Noticing the Wrangler approaching, several people gathered their strength and stood up.
Without paying any attention to those guys, Zhang Ailun and Sig got out of the car, locked the doors and windows, took out the keys and tried to open the warehouse door.
Several black men looked at the two of them suspiciously and wanted to come over to say hello, but Sig opened his tactical chest bag and reached his hand inside.
Several old blacks instantly realized that this man had the truth! They turned around and left the yard in frustration.
"These black guys are trying to learn how to get tattoos from others, but with their skin color, it's hard to tell what's tattooed on their bodies." Sig muttered.
Zhang Ailun used the key to open the warehouse, and sure enough, there were cardboard boxes inside. Sig took a look and found that they were some tires with the BMW logo on them.
"BMW's explosion-proof tires? Brand new ones at that. This kind of thing should be worth a lot of money, right?" Sig was very surprised. He didn't expect to get another reward.
Zhang Ailun took out his phone and searched the price of tires. The purchase price of ordinary BMW tires is hundreds of dollars. If you go to a professional repair shop to replace four tires, the labor fee plus the cost will cost you at least two thousand dollars! A run-proof tire like this costs 200-600 dollars each, and replacing a set of run-proof tires is more than four thousand dollars.
Of course, if you choose to go to a repair shop on the street or in a corner of the suburbs to repair your car, it can be done for a few hundred dollars, and the tires are genuine and of high quality.
After all, anything produced by black people must be high-quality.
The price wars started by those capitalists were all defeated by Lao Hei!
I took another walk around the warehouse. The layout was L-shaped. In addition to storing goods and parking vehicles, there was also an office. However, the computers inside had been cleared out, leaving only tables and chairs. There was no water or electricity.
This is a good thing. If there is water and electricity, the community administrators and government departments will definitely come to collect taxes.
Zhang Ailun felt that he didn't need the warehouse for the time being, but the tires could be sold and put up for sale online.
A brand new BMW run-flat tire with high quality control costs $580, and a set of tires is discounted to $2200. Here are four sets of tires, worth $8800! No cheating. If you really can't sell it, you can sell it to Old George, who will take anything anyway.
The warehouse key was given to Sig, who was asked to find someone to make a few warehouse keys for easy use.
Zhang Ailun took a few pictures of the actual items and drove to the scrap recycling station. Sig got off the car halfway to go to the hardware store to get a key made.
Arriving at the recycling station on Aitou Street, Zhang Ailan parked the Wrangler on the side of the road and saw Dominic and Gate busy dealing with cans. There was a garbage truck parked outside the yard, so he greeted them.
Without disturbing their work, Zhang Ailun went straight into the house, logged into Opportunity Network on the computer, operated it a little, and put the goods up.
"Boss, what is this? A tire?" The little girl Gate came over, took a look at the price of the product, and was really a little shocked.
A tire sold for $580? That's more than she earned from picking up cans for several days!
Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "This is a BMW run-flat tire, so of course it's more expensive. Are you and David adapting to working here? If you have any questions or needs, you can give feedback to Dominic and ask him to tell me."
"There is no demand. We are very satisfied with the current situation. We can make money every day and have a stable income. The recycling station can also be used as a place for living at night, but it is not very comfortable."
Gate replied: "David and I are also planning to save money to rent a house and find a part-time job so that we don't have to live in other people's houses in the future."
"It's a good idea. I support you. However, the hourly wage is too low if you go to work for others, and you have to work part-time for 8 hours a day. After you finish the work with the jars, you can work as a part-time waiter in a bar and solicit customers on the street. I will definitely let Mary give you a suitable salary!"
Zhang Ailun said: "You can spend the night in the bar. The last thing they lack is beds."
Good things should be kept within the family. If you work for others, they will order you around and not treat you as their own. You may be fired at any time and anywhere.
You come to work for the chief leader, and food and accommodation are provided. You will never suffer any loss.
"Thank you so much, boss!" said the little girl happily.
"No big deal." Zhang Ailun waved his hand.
Dominic finished his recycling work and came into the room. Looking at the goods that Zhang Ailun had put on the shelves, he was a little surprised and asked, "Where did you get the BMW tires?" "Of course I recycled them." Zhang Ailun smiled and immediately told him about how he and Sig went to the old bank to open the blind box.
He took out the box of 1986 Eagle Gold Coins again. This thing was worth at least over $.
Dominic was also amazed at the leader's incredible luck. He took the initiative to report to Zhang Allen about the jar work on the street.
The disciples of the Beggars' Sect can now pick up thousands of jars every day, and the chief leader can make a net profit of several hundred dollars. Occasionally, he can get some gold coins, and pick up cocoa and cigarettes in the treasure chest.
Zhang Ailun was in a good mood. He paid $20 out of his own pocket and asked David to go to the convenience store next door to buy drinks and desserts. The four of them ate and chatted and rested for almost two hours.
Until the landline phone rang, Dominic walked over and answered the call. After listening to the other party's story, he hung up and informed the chief leader of the matter.
"There is a door-to-door recycling job. The customer said he has a self-developed mini rocket thrust launcher and an SGS2-33 two-seat glider for sale to us. He asked us to meet at the factory in the suburbs to discuss in detail."
David and Gate were a little excited after hearing this. "Someone actually wants to sell us a glider? It should be very expensive, right?"
Dominic, who has been the head of the can recycling station for several days, has already known the market price of waste products. Now he is proficient in more than just can work.
Explain: "The other party is willing to sell the items to our recycling station instead of the pawn shop, which means that the value of his items is not high, no more than 2000 US dollars. Maybe he has already contacted the pawn shop, but the price he was offered is not acceptable, or it is very expensive to repair those items, and there is not much profit, so the pawn shop does not want to recycle them."
Zhang Ailun nodded when he heard this. He also thought so. "Then let's go and take a look."
Originally, I wanted to let David and Gate stay here to watch the door, but seeing that he had been sitting here for two hours and no business came, I simply announced that the business would be closed early and go to the suburbs to collect the goods.
David drove the garbage truck into the yard, locked the fence gate, and the four of them got on the Wrangler.
Zhang Ailun started the car, followed the navigation according to the place the guest said, left the city and headed for the designated location in the suburbs to meet.
It took twenty minutes to reach the meeting place, which was a reclaimed private house with a repaired road surface.
When I arrived here, I saw from afar something covered with black cloth parked in the yard. I could vaguely see that it was an airplane.
Zhang Ailun parked the Wrangler nearby and got out of the car. Seeing no one around, he simply asked Dominic to call the other party.
A few minutes after receiving the call, I saw a Ford pickup truck driving up the road and stopping in front of the yard gate.
An old white man wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses got out of the car with a box in his hand. When he saw the few people, he waved and greeted them enthusiastically.
"Hey! Hello! Are you guys from Alfred's Scrapyard? Where's old Carl?"
"We are indeed Alfred's staff. May I ask if you want to sell the rocket thrust launcher and an SGS2-33 two-seat glider?"
Dominic was surprised and said, "Old Carl has quit. We have taken over the recycling station now, but we are also good friends with Old Carl."
They also didn't expect that old man Carl was so popular. People came to sell planes because of his honest business practices?
"Well, I heard about his retirement a few days ago, but I didn't expect it to be true." The old man said regretfully, "But it doesn't matter. As long as you can give me a suitable price, I will sell this antique, no matter who it belongs to."
"How did you get to know Old Carl?" Zhang Ailun asked puzzledly.
"I met him in a bar. When I told him I wanted to sell him a plane, he didn't trust me." The old man said, "I used to work for NASA and have been retired for many years. I am also a scientific researcher. The micro rocket thrust launcher I am going to sell you is also developed by me!"
"where is it?"
Zhang Ailun only saw the plane covered by the black cloth, but did not see where the transmitter was hidden.
"You'll be able to see it in a moment!" The old man laughed, pretending to be mysterious. Then he lifted the black cloth, revealing the two-seater plane underneath.
Zhang Ailun took a look at the actual condition of the plane and found that it was just as he expected. The red and white paint had already peeled off, and a wing and tail were missing. The seats and buttons were yellow and old, more like an antique that had been parked in a warehouse for a long time.
"Take a look! This SGS2-33 two-seat glider is in good condition internally and can still start. The only drawback is that it has not been cleaned for a long time. The tail and wings have some minor problems, but as long as they are repaired, it can still fly in the sky!"
The old man said proudly: "Although it looks a bit shabby now, I once won a prize in a glider competition with it!"
He took out a group photo and showed it to Zhang Ailun and the others. The banner said that a glider competition was reported in Las Vegas, and the person holding the medal did look like an old man.
Still runner-up.
"A hero never brags about his past achievements. Even the best airplanes will end up in a car graveyard one day, even if it's an F22 fighter. We're here to recycle junk." Zhang Ailun pondered and said, "I can give you $400 for this glider."
"..."
The old man was confused when he heard this. The smile on his face became stiff. No, Master Duo?
Are you trying to rob?
Zhang Ailun had done enough homework on the way and thought he knew enough about the plane. Knowledge is power, and power is money.
He was full of confidence, and the way he wielded the Dragon Slaying Sword was quite similar to that of Old George. He opened the cabin and began to find fault and list the shortcomings of the plane.
“SGS2-33是美国斯韦策飞机公司研制的一种低价格双座教练和多用途滑翔机，支撑式上单翼，带金属蒙皮的铝合金结构和全金属副翼。原型机于1966年秋首飞，1967年2月获得美国联邦航空局型号合格证，1967年1月投产，原始型2-33共生产了85架。后被2-33A和向业余爱好者出售的散装件型2-33AK所代替，最大速度和最大空中牵引速度158千米/小时，在滑翔机比赛上火热一时。”
"But it is only a model from the last century. This glider has basically been eliminated by the market. Nowadays, there are more and better aircraft that attract people's attention. The paint of the aircraft has peeled off, the internal structure has rusted, the cables and pulleys are aging, and the screws need to be replaced. There is no guarantee of safety. It can no longer participate in any competitions. It can only be left to gather dust or thrown into an aircraft graveyard and disassembled into parts. I can only recycle it at the scrap price. I will lose money if I spend an extra hundred dollars."
It may cost thousands of dollars to repair, but the actual selling price should be over $20,000!
If it is recycled at a price of around one thousand US dollars, the profit can be said to be very considerable!
Zhang Ailun put on a mask of pain and tried hard not to laugh out loud.
The old man was so annoyed that he looked at Zhang Ailun in silence, "400 dollars! I can't even sell scrap metal for that much! You can definitely sell it for more if you fix it! At least 2000 dollars! I'm doing this for old Carl's sake."
Zhang Allen sighed, "For old Carl's sake, I'll give you a fair price of $600."
"I won't sell it anymore!" The old man's face turned red.
Zhang Ailun thought for a moment and said seriously, "Okay, I'll give you at most $1000 to take it. Let's be friends, and I'll take a small loss."
"You can sell it at a pawn shop for a lower price. When others see this pile of scrap metal, they are unwilling to buy it. We are the only ones willing to come all the way here to take this pile of scrap metal."
When Dominic heard the words "I'm at a disadvantage", he felt as if he had seen this kind of scene somewhere before.
Will the dragon slayer eventually become a dragon?
The old man hesitated for a moment and sighed: "Okay, one thousand dollars, I want cash!"
"Deal." Zhang Ailun laughed. He finally felt like Old George.
(End of this chapter)
