Praised: "Not bad, I’ll take care of where to store it and pick it up later."
Mark: "You have to hurry then. The storage issue is very simple, just disassemble the wings and put them in the warehouse. You’re not thinking of buying a hangar to store it, are you?"
Allen Zhang: "Maybe I am considering buying a hangar?"
Mark: "So you’re being rather grandiose, aren’t you?"
Mark: "Yesterday someone interested asked about its price, willing to pay 15000 US Dollars to buy it."
Allen Zhang: "That’s too low, my psychological price is at least 18000 US Dollars to 20000 US Dollars."
Mark: "I can’t find such high-quality customers here. Glider enthusiasts don’t look for second-hand cars here, so you’ll have to find someone to sell it yourself. Some tropical regions in Las Vegas are more suitable for gliders, and they also often hold glider competitions."
Allen Zhang: "Don’t worry, when it comes to selling, I’m a professional!"
After arranging the matters, the General Sect Leader also prepared to take the people and leave.
Taking out his equipment from the trunk of the Toyota Highlander that was hitched yesterday, they decided not to take the old car with too conspicuously a Little Rock license plate, leaving it here as the best choice to destroy the evidence.
Getting into the car arranged by their employer, the Caucasian driver greeted Old Jack outside, "Aren’t you coming back with us?"
"I’m planning to stay here quietly for a couple of days," Old Jack said. "My family matters are a mess, and I still need to figure out how to manage them, no need for you all to worry."
"Ok, if there are more profitable tasks in the future, I’ll have Blitz contact you."
Allen Zhang rolled up the car window, and after Sieg and Bailey got in the car, he signaled the driver to start, "Drive, to Los Angeles."
The Caucasian driver nodded, started the car, and with one press of the accelerator, drove away from the mountain-top villa, navigating the bumpy dirt road to the highway.
The journey was smooth; yesterday the roads had temporarily been sealed with the bold promise of catching bandits, but today they couldn’t wait to lift the closure as if nothing had happened—they really know how to play their game!
Passing through a few small towns, they stopped to refuel at a gas station and then headed towards Los Angeles again. It took about two hours to successfully return to the city.
Allen Zhang got off midway and went separate ways from Sieg and Bailey, walking to Old Pick’s auto repair shop.
Upon arriving at the shop, he saw three cars with brand-new license plates parked in the yard, no doubt sleek and polished, with the distinct aura of luxury cars rolling off them.
The Beggar Gang Disciples in the shop warmly greeted the General Sect Leader.
The former Beggar Gang disciple, now the technical director of Old Pick’s auto repair shop, came over and introduced the three cars to the General Sect Leader, "Boss, the Maserati has modified hubs, rear-view mirrors, and brake rotors. The customer also requested an added retractable rear spoiler, procurement cost was 2400 US Dollars."
"The other party is willing to pay 86000 US Dollars for this car and has already paid a 4000 US Dollar deposit. That’s also the cost we incurred in purchasing."
"Another group is willing to buy a Chevrolet Bumblebee for 56000 US Dollars. Modified the color and adjusted the valves and exhaust. Total cost was 2000 US Dollars."
"Corvette has been modified with new tires and tinted films, carbon fiber interior panels, and repainted in sky blue color, total cost was 2600 US Dollars. The buyer is willing to pay a price of 70000 US Dollars."
"Disregarding our total modification cost of 7000 US Dollars for the three cars, they can be sold for 205000 US Dollars! Paying our team members’ daily wages, utility bills, and tool wear costs, we can make a profit of 200000 US Dollars!"
Allen Zhang listened and smiled satisfied, "Well done."
He took out his phone and contacted Jason and Melvin to come over and drive to meet with the out-of-town customers.