"Don’t rush to make a decision; this is just an appetizer. I’m now a big shot with a large business, you don’t really think I came here just to do a few thousand dollars’ worth of transactions, do you?" Allen Zhang began to bait leisurely as if fishing.
Old George was indeed hooked by what he heard and said with some curiosity, "What else you got that’s good?"
His facial expression swiftly changed to one of cheerfulness, "Sir, if you really have other valuable items, and the price is right, I might consider spending 3000 US dollars to buy this antique bottle collection."
Allen Zhang, seeing that he had piqued his interest, also placed the bag containing the gold bullion on the counter. Heavy and substantial, he opened the zipper for him to look over.
"Of course, I do big business with you. Can you handle these things?"
"Where did you get all this gold? Did you rob a vault?" Old George was instantly stunned, picking up a piece of 350g gold and estimating its value—there must be at least five hundred thousand dollars’ worth of goods here!
Indeed, it’s a big business!!
Gold doesn’t show short-term profit, but it retains value and is a hard asset. It’s much more reliable than those antique paintings, and it can’t be faked under professional equipment. Many are willing to take it off your hands, and if you have the channels, you can quickly convert it to cash.
If it was just gold necklaces or golden rings, Old George wouldn’t have been so moved, but twenty-five sparkling gold bars laid out in front of him could not be ignored even by him.
"I don’t currently have any thoughts or plans to rob a bank." Allen Zhang smiled, "This batch of gold was salvaged by people I hired from a sunken ship’s container."
"Then you’re really lucky..."
Old George exclaimed.
You must be the illegitimate child of God.
He began to test the gold for quality and purity, noticing the Antique Bank’s logo imprinted on them, but who cared about the origin when they were pulled from the sea?
He cut a corner off from each gold bar to verify their authenticity, and the instrument lit up with a green light. 999 purity gold bars without any issues.
Old George pondered, "The market price for gold is at 71 US dollars, I wouldn’t possibly give this price to anyone else selling gold. But for such a large quantity of gold and from a regular customer like you, I’d consider purchasing this batch at market price. Plus the wine bottle collection, a total of 571 thousand and 1,000 US dollars!"
"But I can’t give you cash, it can only be through online banking or Virtual Coin. What do you think?" Old George asked.
"Deal." Allen Zhang agreed promptly, taking out the Huasa savings card, "Same as always, write me a receipt, and transfer the money to this bank card."
Old George happily obliged, took the bank card, and turned to go inside for the transfer operation, soon returning with the receipt.
Allen Zhang also received the transfer notification.
Remaining balance: 1,426,000 US dollars.
Allen Zhang felt refreshed, put away the receipt, and after greeting Old George, he left the pawnshop.
Starting his Jeep, he headed for Old Pick’s auto repair shop.
He passed several traffic lights, and while waiting at them, he also received a message from Tommy.
Tommy: Buddy, I’ve got a big business proposition for you! This deal is tailor-made for you, and you’re gonna love it! Just like the first time we met, you and your team are solid guys I can rely on.
Burger King: What business? I’m just an ordinary auto repair and bar owner, you’re giving me too much credit. I don’t want to get involved in street conflicts.
Tommy: Buddy, anyone else can claim they’re just an ordinary owner, but you, my friend! You probably don’t even realize how big your reputation is. I heard you recently started something called ’Armed Nation’? Now your people walk the streets, and no one dares to mess with them. After all, no one wants to be sent off by an RPG rocket in their sleep!
Burger King: What are you talking about? I’m a law-abiding, five-star good citizen of Los Angeles! Are you trying to smear my reputation? If possible, I’d rather be an unknown.
Tommy: I get it! You Asians all like to make money secretly, creeping under the radar. It’s a tradition, and most of the bosses in Chinatown do the same. I’ve got you all figured out!
Burger King: Cut the crap.
Tommy: I can’t say much here about the specifics, but you can guess what it is.
Burger King: No need, I’ve also got some hints from my information network. You’ve been getting close to a DJ and producer from the West Coast recently, right? That producer by the name of Rip? He co-founded the Great White Shark Entertainment Company with you, but it seems his old employers are not happy, paying a Motorcycle Gang from the suburbs to rob him. I guess that’s why you’re coming to me!
Tommy: Oh! Shit! How did you know!? You really scared me! Buddy! How?
Inside his West Hollywood apartment, Tommy, who had been bathing, was so frightened that he jumped up.
Looking at the General Sect Leader’s reply, he started to doubt life on the spot.
Recognizing Burger King’s intelligence capability anew.
Suddenly, sitting at home bare-assed, he didn’t feel safe until he sat back in the bathtub and felt the warmth.
He hurriedly said: Yes! That’s why I came, I knew I hadn’t misjudged you. That damn Black Devil swallowed the breach of contract fee from the termination, and he’s still thinking of intercepting goods to get revenge, but as it turns out they were successful, snatching a USB drive with $2.8 million worth of pink music files and even injuring someone! My friend is furious! He asked me to find a reliable group to sort this out for him, and you, Mr. Jin, my friend, definitely have the capacity to help him with this issue.