"I only have nine streets now, my turf is just two blocks away from yours, Lori Louis 19." Feis said helplessly: "I can give you all the street cans, but the only requirement is, you can’t stop us from conducting other businesses there!"
"Such as?" Allen Zhang asked.
Feis rubbed his hands together and chuckled: "Of course, profitable deals, other than weed, coco, morphine, and the sex trade. What else makes money the fastest?"
"Why don’t you rob banks, that’s even more lucrative?" Allen Zhang sneered.
There are still plenty of wild ATMs on the poor streets, isn’t that business?
Drive a dump truck in the middle of the night straight into the wall, dragging an ATM while spewing gold coins.
"That’s not work we can do," Feis replied.
Have you ever seen a homeless person crazy enough to rob a bank? Zero-Dollar Purchase always involves the risk of losing your head or landing in jail; go alone, and you’re definitely asking for trouble.
"We can’t agree to that. If this guy sells weed on our turf and gets caught by the cops, they’ll interrogate him and surely implicate our own people, leading to a severe crackdown on the homeless around here!"
Sieg immediately suggested to Allen Zhang to refuse the request, not to sacrifice the larger situation for a small gain.
"Stop dreaming. If it’s gang members selling weed on the streets, running bars and clubs, pushing drugs, we have no say, maybe even the Police Chief who is responsible for the street security is getting a cut. But as long as it’s a homeless person, they cannot engage in such activities on my territory! You should go peddle drugs in another district." Allen Zhang flatly rejected the partnership request, never intending to agree in the first place.
"You’re being too overbearing!!" Feis said, somewhat annoyed, "Do you also want a cut of the action? That’s certainly possible, as long as you also invest some money! We can then split the earnings seventy-thirty."
"Why only thirty percent?" Allen Zhang was dissatisfied.
"Seventy percent is mine!!"
Feis retorted loudly, annoyed: "You’re just putting money in for the raw materials, my people are the ones doing the work! Thirty percent is already pretty good, it’s not easy for me!"
"Not easy? Then don’t do it! If you want to find investors, go bother someone else, we’re done talking!"
Allen Zhang was unmoved, glanced at the time, seeing it was getting late, and immediately started using free labor, "Go! Help us load all the cans onto the truck, and you too, you educated Black Devil, get moving!"
"Hey! I’m a person with a disability!" Feis grumbled.
"I have a name, you’re being racist!" Black muttered.
"If you keep nagging I’ll turn you guys into crawling creatures!" Allen Zhang’s threat took effect, and the two immediately began to handle the cans. But there were too many US Dollar cans, even compressed, their pickup truck could barely fit them all.
"How did you guys bring the cans over before? Don’t you have a vehicle?" Allen Zhang asked.
Sieg also looked around for traces of a vehicle, obviously finding nothing, the area was bare, truly a desolate solitary wilderness.
"Stop looking, we rented a truck to bring them here." Feis, limping, loaded cans onto the pickup, muttering: "Just wrap them with duct tape and rope! Okay? !"
They secured the cans onto the pickup truck neatly and efficiently.
"Use your brains! Wouldn’t that be great? I’m so tired, I wish I had some weed to smoke right now, and if there was also a chick with good oral skills, that’d be the perfect labor reward!"
Getting cravings again?
Allen Zhang saw him still complaining, his mind and hands were pretty useful when sober, pity that he’s a Poison Worm.
Such a waste not to be tightening screws.
"Remember, don’t sell your stuff on my turf, or you’ll be sitting in prison for a long time! That’s the best outcome for you! If you don’t take the advice, this piece of land will definitely become your graveyard!"
After warning the other party, Allen Zhang and Sieg got into the car, turned around.
With a press of the accelerator, they left the little road behind, driving off.
"My luck is really terrible," Feis sighed: "Why did I have to run into such a tough character?"
Black looked up to the sky and lamented: "I should go back to teaching."