Watching Allen Zhang also seemed puzzled, "What are you here for? Have you already settled the matter? Are you that efficient? Who handled this deal?"
"Don’t worry, we’ve already investigated. It was done by the Modern Brothers."
Allen Zhang calmed his agitated emotions, took out $1000 in Paper Currency, and handed it to him, "Count it. $3000 worth of goods, $1500 commission, and $500 bonus. I’m taking $2000, leaving you $1000, that seems fair!"
Old Karl, who’s not good at math, expressed confusion, "You should hand me the full $3000, I give you $1500, then an additional $500."
"Does it make any difference?!" Allen Zhang was taken aback.
But to avoid arguments, he did as suggested.
"No difference!!" Old Karl recalculated and was also amazed.
If you’re not good at math, don’t bother doing it in your head, what’s that broken computer by your side for!
"My God, I didn’t expect those guys to do such a thing, I thought it was those Mexicans." Old Karl pocketed the $1000 and although he directly lost $2000, he wasn’t too angry since it was done.
He felt a bit sentimental, "They always follow the rules, and although they drink and use drugs, that guy’s brother is still a decent scumbag."
"Decent scumbag. What an adjective?" Allen Zhang laughed, "Do you mean that while he’s morally reprehensible, he still has a bit of conscience?"
"Exactly, those who hang out on the streets are all scumbags and losers, doing drugs, robbing, undertaking Zero-Dollar Purchases, you name it, it’s hard to find any good people. But you and Dominic are exceptions, and the Modern Brothers were too when they became powerful, but then they changed, I hope you can always stay true to your origins!" Old Karl said honestly.
"Of course, you don’t need to tell me that."
The General Sect Leader survives by being approachable, honoring his word, and being fair and just.
Allen Zhang chatted with Old Karl for a while longer, then left the recycling station carrying $2650 in Paper Currency.
Allen Zhang found a street-side restaurant, highly rated online, and not only affordable, he ordered and took the food to go.
Settling on a picturesque grassy area, he also called Sieg and Dominic to come over for a meal.
"Making big bucks? Splurging on a feast?" Dominic and Sieg arrived with their core members, also a bit surprised.
"Having a meal won’t cost too much. And I have missions for you guys to handle next!"
Allen Zhang moved aside, the group gathered around, and he divided the $2650 into several portions, handing it out to them, keeping $1500 for himself.
It isn’t about relying solely on money he earned, but sharing profits; otherwise, how could the General Sect Leader exercise benevolent governance?
Today’s expense was $166, leaving a total of $13000.
Richie and the other five were all smiles, feeling like making money this way was faster than robbing, though there was little difference, "Thanks, Boss!!"
"Let’s eat." Allen Zhang gestured, "This meal’s on me."
They quickly finished lunch, and Dominic went back to working on the streets, while Allen Zhang assigned tasks to Sieg and the rest.
A daily intelligence tip indicated that at 16:22 PM, a refrigerated truck with the license plate LS-56F-27 would pass Y2 Street carrying poisoned pork, making a transaction with a manager of a cannery.
The opposing party, after being wronged, not only refused to repent but also planned to hire people for revenge!
Passing through their Beggar Gang’s territory is as good as delivering themselves to our doorstep!
And that money, Officer Mig took it, too.
Go look for him if you dare, Black Devils.
Always picking on the honest ones.