Allen Zhang directly refused him.
If it were a time when money was short, the General Sect Leader would likely continue to collaborate to save a few thousand US Dollars, but this would only cause greater losses and trouble in the future, and he certainly did not want to lose more for the sake of saving less.
Even if you are willing, would the other Poison Worms agree? In their eyes, there’s only money.
You think you’re clever, but do you really not understand what your subordinates want?
"Shouldn’t we get at least a 20% share for the information we provided?" Feis hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking.
"I suggest you rephrase that."
Allen Zhang grinned without humor as he reached into his tactical vest.
Seeing his posture, Feis instantly quieted down.
"10%! Give me 10%! We’ll leave right away! After all, we also made efforts, and none of your people had to dirty their hands with the tough work of refining gold. If it’s less than that, who will dare to cooperate with you in the future?" Feis panicked.
"Very well. Sieg, give him 5200 US dollars."
After thinking it over, Allen Zhang decided the amount was reasonable and gestured to Sieg to count out the money to the other party.
Sieg counted the US dollars in his pocket and handed them to Feis.
"We’re square now, take your people and leave. Remember, the cabin in the suburbs is ours too," Allen Zhang warned.
"Fine." Feis had some backbone; he took the money and left without hesitation.
Though his leg was lame, his back was erect.
Watching them leave, Allen Zhang turned to the people present, glanced at the remaining money—around four to five thousand US dollars—and with a generous wave told them to split it among themselves.
"Handle it yourselves."
The group broke into smiles and immediately took the money to divide it up on the side. While the amount wasn’t substantial, they hadn’t exerted much effort, hardly more than staying up late and working extra hours, which was a lot faster than collecting cans for cash.
The average person didn’t even qualify to earn this money!
Only by following the General Sect Leader could one consistently make big money.
52,000 US dollars’ worth of gold, Allen Zhang himself took the lion’s share, earning 40,000 US dollars, which was quite good.
One does not worry about the scarcity but the uneven distribution. But if the person is the General Sect Leader, then they can accept it.
Having sorted out the gold’s division, Allen Zhang also considered going to sign the transfer contract with Old Karl, letting Sieg and the others get back to their own work while he drove to Eito Street.
He sent a quick message to Dominic and Dave to meet up at Old Karl’s recycling center.
Arriving at the recycling center on Eito Street, he found that Old Karl was completely out of business, with the front gate closed. Allen Zhang parked the Jeep on the roadside and called the other party.
Receiving the message, Old Karl hurried over as well. Seeing Allen Zhang waiting on the roadside, he looked somewhat questioning of life, "You managed to gather the money already?"
"I originally had enough money to buy your recycling center, but I would be broke after the purchase. Today, just so happened to get another sum, so I thought of finalizing it as soon as possible."
Allen Zhang saw his appearance; he must have been drinking. There was still a lipstick mark on his neck that wasn’t cleaned off.
This old guy, out having fun again.
Who knows what standard, at which bar on the street.
The price had long been agreed upon between the parties, and all that was needed was signing the contract and making the payment. Old Karl took out the keys, opened the recycling center’s doors, walked inside, and brought out two copies of the pre-printed contract, "Give it a look."
"I don’t know much about this area; I’ll wait for my professional lawyer to come over and take a look."
Allen Zhang glanced at it, party A, party B, party A, party B; it started to give him a headache. He simply asked Dave to come over and deal with the transfer contract for them.
"You even got a lawyer?" Old Karl was a bit speechless.
"It’s not that I don’t trust you. But after all, this is a transaction involving tens of thousands of US dollars, friendship aside, business is business," Allen Zhang said.
"Ok. Your guy can come on over; I guarantee I didn’t mess with the contract," Old Karl also stood tall, pulled out the aluminum flask he carried, and took a couple of sips.
Soon, Dominic and Dave arrived one after the other.
The former rode the General Sect Leader’s bicycle, while the latter caught a ride from the courthouse.
Allen Zhang greeted Dave and asked, "The courthouse must not be very busy today, huh?"
"Indeed, not too busy, there are only one or two civil cases this afternoon, mainly just for show, although yesterday there was a larger-scale shooting incident, but there was really no need to judge it, as the main criminals were mostly killed, and the remaining criminals have confessed to the case. Some families who wanted to cause trouble were also detained."
Dave was happy to have some leisure time, as evil will eventually be overthrown by justice, and the bad guys will be brought to law.
Allen Zhang pondered meaningfully, look at how much contribution the General Sect Leader has made for the peace of Los Angeles! Without me, the streets would be a mess sooner or later.
Now even Black in the streets has to be careful with drug trafficking and shooting.
After taking out the contract for review, Dave sat down and checked it, finding no major issues, the recycling center had all the required qualifications; his only concern was about the person in charge at the end.
He wondered, "The person in charge of this recycling center is Dominic? Isn’t it your money?"