Old Karl replied, "Of course, although I haven’t found a suitable buyer yet, this recycling station is fully qualified, and I’ve already put its information online for sale. There have been quite a few people inquiring about it, but generally, they’re just looking and don’t intend to make a purchase."
"How much are you planning to sell this recycling station for?" Allen Zhang asked again.
Old Karl looked at Allen Zhang with surprise due to his eagerness, "What, you want to take over and buy it yourself? Don’t forget I didn’t warn you, the price might be beyond your expectation, not much cheaper than buying a street-side bar."
Not cheaper than a bar?
So, around forty or fifty thousand dollars?
Damn, how can a broken recycling station with nothing in it be so expensive?
Allen Zhang said, "I am indeed interested in getting into this business, but not just for me, also to give Dominic something proper to work on. Although I could pull together tens of thousands of dollars right now, that money is planned for other purposes. You still have at least two more weeks before you move, right? Just give me a little time, and I’ll have enough money."
"For me?" Dominic was surprised.
"You don’t plan to pick up cans on the streets for the rest of your life, do you?" Allen Zhang answered candidly, "I plan to establish a resource recycling company in the future, and it’s not going to involve just picking up cans. We’re talking about discarded electronics and even military waste, but for now, we have to start with the basic can-picking business. We’ll register the company using your name and identity so that you become one of the lead project managers for the recycling operations. You know my situation. If the company is registered in my name, it’s going to be really tough to expand the business in the future."
Dominic was hugely taken aback, "Really? You trust me that much?"
Allen Zhang chuckled, "What’s there to be surprised about? Aren’t we partners already? Buddy, honestly, if even you try to lie and cheat on me, I’d rather not stay on the West Coast."
Flashing some paper currency, he tempted, "Even if I do nothing now, I earn at least 400 dollars a day in dividends. If I invest in a scrap purchasing station, take on the Rich District’s business, or even chain purchasing stations, wouldn’t I be making thousands of dollars a day just lying down?"
Better to be unknown than famous, better to be a shareholder reaping dividends behind the scenes than struggling on the frontlines against the white elites’ harassment, contributing strategic business development ideas.
You really don’t want to provoke me, get me riled up, I’ll make sure you start with two hundred years up to the death penalty.
"Hahaha, young man, you’ve got some good ideas, that’s how I got started with scrap recycling myself! But it’s not that simple, do you think you can come up with 45,000 dollars in two weeks?"
Old Karl said with a smile, "Although the scrap purchasing station is small and located in a relatively remote street, it also includes property rights, operating permits, environmental qualifications, contracts with resource recycling companies, and a 1982 model Toyota Hilux pickup. These are assets of Alfred’s recycling company."
It seemed a small and dilapidated recycling station, but it had a formal company name and qualifications that could be found online.
Aside from the land, little else at the recycling station was of much value; mainly, it was the fees for procedures and qualifications. Establishing environmental qualifications and operating licenses is a hassle nowadays, and it requires connections to take shortcuts.
Starting a new recycling station was not as advantageous as taking over an old, branded recycling station, as it would come with inherited credit qualifications and a stable base of regular customers.
"If it were someone else, I definitely would not cut the price, but if you guys are truly interested, I can make a concession. For 45,000 dollars, the recycling station is yours," Old Karl said.
45,000 dollars, still a significant amount, many families would even need to take out loans to come up with it. If Allen Zhang, who had just come to the West Coast to pick up cans, thought about this sum of money, it would have been unimaginable.
But now, the General Sect Leader had cash deposits of 50,295 dollars, debts of 1,500 dollars, as well as gold worth 50,000 dollars that was ready to be sold, a Jeep valued at 60-70 thousand dollars, including a GMC camper registered under Dominic worth 7,500 dollars, and a Trek Bicycle.
All assets amounted to a horrifyingly substantial wealth!