Soon, braking sounds came from outside.
Allen Zhang and Blitz went out to meet them; getting out of the car were several white guys driving a light blue Chevrolet, who, without much small talk, directly handed over a paper bag.
Allen Zhang took the paper bag, counted the US dollars inside -- exactly 19,000, and also handed over the USB drive and the encryption key to them.
The white guys checked the information on a laptop they carried and smiled, "Buddy, I like those who handle things efficiently, let’s work together again in the future."
With a gesture, they got back in the car and left swiftly.
The entire transaction took less than a minute, with no superfluous talk, making it feel somewhat unusual.
"These guys are professionals, right?" Allen took out the paper bag again, counted out 2,000 US dollars for Blitz, netting a profit of 17,000 US dollars. Balance 67809.
Only then did Blitz elaborate on their job, "These guys are professional coin traders from an underground club in the Los Angeles crypto community. It’s hard for ordinary people to find them without a contact or someone to introduce them. The coin traders available in the market are often shady, or just individual dealers. The contacts I have through internal channels are very reliable."
"You mean Jennifer isn’t very reliable?" Allen joked.
"I never said that!" Blitz shrugged.
"No matter what, you’ve really helped me out this time, saved me a lot of effort." Allen said.
"Well, I did take your money," Blitz chuckled. "I still have to work on the programming, just drop me off at the community."
"ok." Allen agreed readily.
He drove Blitz back to the community in the Fifth District, got out of the car, and waved goodbye.
Passing a traffic light, Allen also took out his phone to ask Simone how the work on her side was progressing.
Simone: I was just about to tell you about this, your guys are doing very well, very dedicated. All five hundred discount coupons were redeemed at the supermarket! Now I just need to bulk deliver the goods, mail them to the specified locations, and we’ll get paid once the other party receives them.
Allen Zhang: How much money can we make?
Simone: Not much, a bulk delivery only nets about two to three thousand US dollars, and I have to share profits with Lori and Dave, but it’s still much better than my previous job at the convenience store.
Allen Zhang: Two to three thousand US dollars, that’s not too little!
Simone: Definitely not as much as you make.
Allen Zhang: Of course not! After all, I am now the king among the homeless.
Simone: King? What’s that?
Allen Zhang: Still a homeless person.
Simone was a bit speechless, saying you’re fat and you still gasp.
After a few more exchanges, Allen put away his phone, drove to the Sunkist Bar, and handed the contract to Mary and Guise.
The interior was already being formally renovated, various installations were being brought in, and drinks were set up.
Allen sat at the bar for a while, helped Mary and Guise organize some items, and seeing that he couldn’t help much, and not to hinder the progress, he left straightforwardly and started patrolling his own territory.
He also took a moment to consult Olivia about contracting the business in Rich District.
Olivia: You got a recycling station so quickly? Is it because I helped you find that job?
Allen Zhang: It’s the wealth I obtained through my own efforts!
Olivia: I understand, I’ll mention this to the manager. Does your recycling station have a partnership qualification with Pike Resources Company?
Allen Zhang: Yes, I bought it directly from a friend’s recycling station.
Olivia: Then there should be no problem. Want to come over for a drink tonight? I work during the day and rest at night.
Allen Zhang: Some other time, my business has just started, and I need to work hard!
A few minutes later, she sent Allen Zhang a photo.
Holy moly, a welfare photo.
Allen immediately saved it in his encrypted album collection, and continued driving back to the bridge underpass camp.
Soon, evening arrived.
Allen notified Dominic to bring some dishes, and he personally cooked a lavish dinner for them.
After dinner, friends sat together chatting and played cards for a while. Seeing it was getting late, they went to sleep separately.
After finishing his nightly routine, Allen laid in bed browsing short videos for a while, liked a music video posted by Sandy, and was about to go to sleep, but Jennifer took the chance to slip into the General Sect Leader’s bed.
"What are you doing?" Allen became alert as he felt her hands starting to wander.
"Nothing, dear, I just missed you too much," Jennifer looked at him with a tender gaze.
Allen remained silent...
The General Sect Leader was always too soft-hearted.
Allen woke up from his sleep, stretched, and turned to find Jennifer had already sneaked into his bed to sleep.
He took out his phone and saw a message from Olivia.
Olivia: Good news, the property department’s manager has agreed to let your people come and connect.
Allen Zhang: That easy? Aren’t the business standards in Rich District supposed to be very strict?