Chapter 301 Versailles
"I once bought a Picasso painting from a customer, but it was a casual painting and I only sold it for $. Your painting has the atmosphere of Picasso's early art!"
Old George searched for the value of the painting and wanted to gain a deeper understanding of it.
The result was silenced instantly.
Doubt life.
1905, 289 million?
"Where did you get this thing? Did you steal it?" Old George asked puzzledly.
"I found it. I spent $7000 to buy a container blind box at the southern port." Zhang Allen spread his hands and said in a Versailles way, "I didn't expect there would be something like this in it."
“…” The corners of Old George’s mouth twitched, and he secretly bit his teeth to pieces.
Listen, what is this?
I spent seven thousand dollars to buy a random container blind box, and found out a painting worth millions of dollars?
Are you still a human being?
But one has to admire someone's luck which is really incredible!
You haven't gotten over the oil you discovered a while ago.
You come again now.
"Although I really want to buy this painting from you, I have to say that even if I sell all my property and mortgage it all to the bank and auction house, I still can't afford the painting you have in your hand." Old George sighed and reluctantly placed the painting on the counter.
He was afraid of bumping into it; this thing was more valuable than his life.
"It's okay. I didn't intend to sell it to you. I knew you couldn't afford it, so I just wanted to show it to you and give you an estimate of the price." The chief said frankly. I just love to tell the truth.
"..." Old George's face darkened, and he said unhappily: "If you just want to estimate the price, you should go to the auction house instead of an old man like me. I charge for appraisal here!"
Zhang Ailun immediately took out the rabbit doll he found in the container and said, "Here, I'll give this to you as the appraisal fee."
"This thing is worth no more than 5 dollars." Old George thought it was some treasure, so he took it and studied it carefully, only to find out that it was just a piece of junk. He immediately returned it to the leader in annoyance.
"Nonsense! This is clearly a rabbit doll that Picasso collected and played with when he was young. Otherwise, how could it be placed together with this painting? Do you have any business acumen?" Zhang Ailun criticized him immediately.
Old George suddenly realized what was going on and took the rabbit back. "You make sense. I think this rabbit doll is still worth collecting! It's worth at least $2000. Are you sure you want to mortgage this rabbit doll to me as a payment for the appraisal?"
"I gave it to you directly." said Zhang Ailun.
"Okay, okay." Old George smiled happily.
I took the Picasso painting again, took a photo of it, asked someone to inquire about the price, and soon received an appraisal response from a professional.
Old George pondered, "Someone in the industry thinks your painting is very valuable. It's an authentic Picasso. It was auctioned for nearly three million dollars in the early 5790th century. It's at least several dozen times more now. The estimated value is between 6237 million and 7000 million dollars. Of course, if you choose to consign it at an auction, the price should only be higher. It should be able to sell for million!"
"Are you sure it's worth this price?" Zhang Ailun was also shocked. He thought this painting might be valuable, but he didn't expect it to be so valuable.
"In fact, this thing is just an ink painting. If it is not an authentic work by Picasso, it is actually worthless. But because it is an authentic painting left by Picasso, it has commercial value, so there should be many people willing to take it over and collect it."
Old George said, "You really made a fortune this time! You picked up a big bargain. If you want to sell it, the industry expert I just asked can help you find someone to buy it. The price may be lower than what I mentioned above, but not much lower."
"Thank you, Old George, but I don't think I will be short of buyers."
Zhang Ailun smiled and immediately packed up the painting and put it away. "If I really can't sell it, I will consider selling it at an auction house."
Old George nodded and expressed his understanding. After all, the auction house's handling fee was very expensive. The chief leader had no shortage of connections in this area, so he should be able to easily transfer the property by finding someone inside.
They chatted for a few more sentences, and when a new customer came to the pawn shop, Zhang Ailun left the store with the paintings and returned to the car.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Madison, showing him the photo of the painting.
But the other party did not reply immediately, probably because he was busy. Zhang Allen also sent a message to the other party's female assistant Gwen to inquire about the situation.
Gwen: Mr. Madison received physical therapy from a private doctor at noon and is still sleeping and resting. Since the last time he went through that incident, he has become easily agitated. The doctor has been diagnosing him more often and he has to take medication almost every day, but the situation should not be serious.
Zhang Ailun: Ok, remember to ask him to contact me when he wakes up. I have something very important to discuss with him.
Gwen: Got it.
After putting away his phone, Zhang Ailun asked the Beggars' Sect disciples to drive to the Armed Nation.
When they arrived at the street where Thunderbolt's shop was, they got off the car and saw Bailey and his men loading guns and ammunition. Zhang Ailun asked the Beggar Gang disciple to drive back to the repair shop and went over to inquire about the situation.
"Boss, didn't you open a branch in Texas? We are preparing to send a batch of goods there. By the way, we will arrange for two people to stay there permanently."
Bailey explained, "Business over there is quite prosperous. People go there to buy guns every day. Business is better than that of Thunderbolt. The female clerk at the Eagle Gun Shop speaks very nicely."
"I see you're going for the female clerks, right?" Zhang Ailun teased, "Don't you like Monica Bellucci very much? Besides this, which other female stars do you like? Tell me, I just came back from Palm Valley today and contacted Sadie. If you're interested, I can ask her to find someone to get a few more celebrity models."
"How is that possible! Boss! You've got me wrong! I'm not that kind of person!"
Bailey immediately defended himself: "I'm only going to Texas to deliver goods, not to stay there permanently. 2000 kilometers is too far, and I'm not familiar with the place. I'm not used to getting along with Texans and Mexicans. Let's leave it to someone else."
Zhang Ailun looked at him trying hard to defend himself, nodded, and chose to let him go.
"Location is not a problem. A distance of 50 kilometers will take no more than three hours using a Cirrus SF to deliver the goods. You can also use a Black Hawk helicopter to deliver the goods. Although it is a bit slower, at least you won't encounter some troubles along the way." "Ok." Bailey nodded and agreed. With the permission of the chief, it would be convenient for them to go to the suburban hangar to use the Black Hawk helicopter.
Otherwise, Qibatu would probably be the first one to disagree. After all, every time an armed helicopter is used, they have to do maintenance and inspection after landing. The life of the ground crew is too hard.
It is not their turn to show off; doing sheet metal, painting and tightening screws are all their jobs.
Zhang Ailun turned around, pushed the door and walked into the Ammunition-Nation store, and found that the gun store business today seemed average. Apart from online orders, basically few people came to the physical store to buy guns.
Irene and Jennifer were still drinking coffee and chatting, and when they saw the leader coming over, they greeted him enthusiastically.
After many in-depth exchanges, Irene was no longer as shy and immature as before. She walked over and hugged the leader and gave him a passionate kiss.
Zhang Ailun also found that the other party had great potential in some aspects, and was even more daring than Jennifer, willing to cater to the hobbies of the chief leader and try some new things. This might be the sense of contrast.
Zhang Ailun sat on the chair at the counter and browsed the arms orders. Only a few guns were sold. The sales volume had declined compared to a few days ago. There were also several orders that had clearly been placed, but in the end they chose to cancel the orders or even return the goods. It should be affected by the explosion. The police officers on the streets of Los Angeles were also more diligent in checking passers-by.
I immediately asked Jennifer about her work. Was she lazy? What happened to these refunds?
"Honey, you really misunderstood me. I have always been very attentive to my work." Jennifer complained aggrievedly. She also produced relevant evidence, "Those buyers did not really want to buy our weapons, they just wanted to tease our staff!"
"Evelyn, a female shop assistant in Texas, can sell dozens of guns every day and earn thousands of dollars. The two of you should match your business targets to each other." The chief leader didn't care about that and perfectly showed the severity and harshness of a black-hearted boss.
Jennifer also expressed her surrender and asked kindly if she was very angry.
Zhang Ailun immediately said that she was not that kind of person and it was still working hours, but she couldn't persuade Jennifer, so she crawled under the table and took action and started working hard.
hiss……
The chief leader had no choice but to cooperate with her work.
The pleasant little episode passed by in a flash.
Jennifer rinsed her mouth in the bathroom, came out, and said meaningfully to the chief, "You smell like another woman."
“……”You can taste this.
Zhang Ailun had nothing to say.
He also logged into the Armed Nation’s Opportunity Network account, left a message to the resistance of the Tijuana bidding department in the background, and inquired about the other party’s situation.
Tijuana: We have successfully suppressed and expelled the drug cartels. Everything is going well now. The president of Mexico City also called to inquire about our developments, but we believe that even the president cannot interfere with the rules and regulations of our city of Tijuana. We always stand on the side of workers, peasants and citizens.
Zhang Ailun also knew that the Mexican regime was no longer dominated by the Institutional Revolutionary Party. After the end of the perfect dictatorship, the Workers' and Peasants' Party, the Capitalist Party, and various factions were now rotating, and the presidential election was also very lively. The emperor rotated, and it would be my turn next year.
But the local powerful parties are basically all connected with drug cartels. They are all in the same nest. Otherwise, you won’t have much power and cannot be president. Even the mayor and governor will be confused.
Tijuana is also a new rebel force that has only recently emerged. They are very powerful in guns, and it is a city on the US-Mexico border. The level of chaos is probably second only to Laredo and Juarez. It has been chaotic for many years. Mexico City has no way to control it, and has no plans to do so. Now that a new party has stood up, it is even more impossible to control it.
But the most chaotic place is Juarez, which is more chaotic than Laredo and Tijuana.
Thunderbolt: If that's the case, then you need more firepower support. I think the capital team behind those who were beaten back by you will definitely not give up, and will even take more crazy revenge on you! We recently purchased several Black Hawk helicopters. If you are interested, you can place an order directly on the platform. We will sell them to you at a price of $499 million per Black Hawk helicopter. If you want to buy an A-10 Warthog attack aircraft, it only costs $888 million.
Tijuana: We'll consider it, and thank you for your support from the Human Torch Nation.
Zhang Ailun promoted some popular equipment to the other party, and indirectly warned the other party that he might face more severe retaliation. I won't tell you who the capital consortium behind the scenes is, but you should have an idea in your mind.
The Tijuana rebels had obviously anticipated this and had made some preventive preparations.
But in fact, he didn't have much confidence. After all, he was really poor. He had just taken over the department and had not yet been able to gain a firm foothold. It was not before new parties came to power, but it didn't take long before even the mayor and party leaders were confused. He died of suicide at home with 72 gunshot wounds!
However, if they were really afraid of death, they would not have fought a life-and-death battle with the drug cartels from the very beginning, aiming for a fight to the death.
Not long after, Sig also sent a message to the chief leader, informing him that the Beggars' Sect disciples had already transported the 20 sets of American military uniforms and military supplies and contraband goods from the port of San Francisco.
Also sent a few photos.
Two hundred thousand sets of military supplies had already filled three rented heavy trucks, weighing about two hundred tons. The contraband mentioned by Colonel Wood was inconspicuous and could not be seen at all.
Sig: How are we going to transport these goods to the military base?
Zhang Ailun also replied to him: Fill up the truck with gas and drive directly over. You ask Boktu to bring the Black Hawk helicopter to Tucker Airport in Los Angeles, and you and I will take the Black Hawk helicopter to the military base together.
Sig: OK.
S/D Putton Military Base is located on the US-Mexico border, not far from Tijuana and only about 200 kilometers from Los Angeles. It can be reached in a few tens of minutes by flying a Black Hawk helicopter.
However, due to speed limits on some roads, heavy trucks may take at least two hours to arrive, and at the slowest it may take nearly three hours.
Zhang Ailun went up to the second floor of the gun shop, took out some weapons and equipment from the safe, and carried them in his briefcase in case of emergency.
After going downstairs, he immediately said hello to Jennifer and Irene, asked them to continue to look after the store, and left the Armed Nation alone, and walked to Tucker Airport, which was the nearest to his current location.
I passed security and entered the airport with my CCW certificate. After waiting for more than ten minutes, I saw a Black Hawk helicopter flying over and landing in the center of the airport.
Zhang Allen landed the plane, handed the handbag to Sig, fastened his seat belt, and said, "Let's go."
Boketu responded, and immediately flew the Black Hawk helicopter to the Purton Military Base according to the navigation information.
(End of this chapter)
