Allen Zhang: Is it just about trafficking clothes? How much profit can I make?
Colonel Wood: It’s not just these clothes, there are also some contraband that your people need to transport. You can buy these 200,000 sets of military uniforms for $3 each, and then sell them to the people at Pulton Military Base for $28 each.
Allen Zhang: Do you have a grudge against their base commander? 200,000 sets, can they even digest that? It would take at least several military bases, right?
Colonel Wood: They will use the excuse of exporting military supplies to resell them to Mexican drug cartels at $40 per piece. As you know, they particularly like American-style equipment in Mexico, but we rarely sell them anything good. The price of $40 for a military uniform is not expensive, given that these are ’authentic’ goods exported from a military base.
Colonel Wood: Occasionally, there might also be some leaves and coco in there. These clothes could just bring a profit of a few million dollars. While selling these military supplies, some other contraband will also be mixed in. You actually don’t need to know too much about it. Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.
Then why do you still tell me?
It’s still you guys!!
Allen Zhang: The contraband you want me to transport wouldn’t happen to include these items, would it?
Colonel Wood: No, you underestimate me. I don’t touch those things. The contraband is just some military industrial products. We sell them to Pulton Military Base for a profit of a few million dollars, but when they sell to the Mexican, they double the profit. There’s nothing we can do about it; it’s because they occupy a specially advantageous position.
Allen Zhang: Ok, I’ll take this deal. I’ll have my people go to San Francisco port for the goods later. How should I transfer the money to your account?
Colonel Wood: Pleasure doing business! There’s no hurry for the payment, you can deliver the goods first, we are still discussing internally how to distribute it. Original content can be found at noᴠelfire.net
Allen Zhang: Alright.
Having struck the deal with Colonel Wood, Allen Zhang turned and informed Sieg.
He instructed him to drive to the mountain camp, recruited a few Beggar Gang disciples to go to San Francisco’s port for the cargo. He sent Sieg the coordinates, the serial number of the Mason Fast Ship’s container, and the secret passcode.
He himself took the Blitz SF to the Southern Port of Los Angeles with Blitz.
Upon hearing about great business again, Sieg immediately agreed, thrilled, and drove to the Qiliye Mountain Range to call people.
Once aboard the Blitz SF50, Allen Zhang buckled his seat belt and closed his eyes to rest. Blitz sat next to him, holding a laptop, starting to stressfully type and program quickly.
With this progression, in a few more years, Blitz likely worried about going bald.
"If you are interested, you can take in more disciples and find a few partners. Although our team doesn’t have many talents in this area, there are plenty of people in need of money on the underground network."
Allen Zhang reminded him to take care of his health. General Sect Leader needs you to guard it.
Blitz nodded, "I do feel that my energy isn’t enough lately. Although I’ve had doctors treat me, and my health has improved a lot, when I was younger I could easily stay up for days without issue."
He also needed to meet the demands of his girlfriend Sarah, not daily, but it was still often exhausting.
After all, not everyone could be as fierce as the General Sect Leader.
"You mentioned about the cybersecurity team, and I’ve already been thinking about it. Relying on myself alone for programming and maintaining cybersecurity can encounter many troublesome matters. I can’t cover everything, and I’ve been scouting for candidates. Among those brought back by Zorro, there’s one called Mouse, who is quite capable," said Blitz.
Allen Zhang remembered the otaku from the assassin team, and immediately nodded, "If he has the capacity, you could indeed mentor him."
Blitz also nodded in agreement.
Boketu started the private plane, pulling into the high skies, and steadily flew towards the Southern Airport of Los Angeles.
With a top airspeed of 550 km, the distance was covered in the blink of an eye, taking only about ten minutes to arrive in Los Angeles, smoothly landing at the Southern Airport.
After disembarking, Allen Zhang checked his phone for the intelligence. The timing was just right, so he headed straight to open a blind box, took the genuine Picasso painting back home, and then had it authenticated by professionals.
It could be worth millions of dollars, right?
He let Blitz take a taxi home, Boketu took the plane back to the suburban hangar, and Allen Zhang himself went to the B62 container area at the Southern Port.
Upon arriving, he saw many treasure hunters scouting and selecting containers.
The warehouse manager and staff were also busily and orderly lining up to record and conduct the auction process, the scene was bustling, seemingly even more crowded than when the General Sect Leader came up last time.
Allen Zhang randomly approached a bearded fellow to inquire about the situation.
The person immediately responded: "Recently, many containers from the Middle East, including antique containers, have been detained here. Private storage also revealed unclaimed container blind boxes, with many people here striking it rich. Someone previously found gold from a sunken ship’s container, and others found silver coins from the last century. Of course, as the rich have increased, the auction prices of containers have also risen considerably, with every valuable container blind box’s price being driven up to over $20,000!"