353: Chapter 196: Air Transporting Artwork 353: Chapter 196: Air Transporting Artwork The ti and place were set, and Allen Zhang drove to Sunkist Bar, planning to have lvin or Jason accompany him to Austin to transport the goods.
He casually sent a ssage to Jason, asking him to notify his friends in Austin to be ready to assist.
Being new to Texas, having locals take care of things at least ant less chance for issues.
Jason: What are you guys going to Austin for?
Allen Zhang: We’ve been hired to escort a shipnt of goods, as you know, Sieg and I now own a gun shop, so we get quite a few clients hiring us for escort services.
Of course, if your friend needs anything, he can also buy from us, guaranteed satisfaction.
Jason: Ok, I’ve notified my friends.
If you need anything, you can call this number, [phone number].
They’re quite well-known locally, have so connections, and as long as you pay enough, they can get things done for you.
Allen Zhang: Ok.
Arriving at Sunkist Bar.
Allen Zhang got out of his car and entered the bar, finding it still bustling with people in the morning, soothing music playing, soft lighting, and even so drunks who hadn’t gone ho and decided to spend the night or stay until morning.
As soon as the old drunks woke up, they’d call the server, ordering either a 5-dollar Vodka or a 2-dollar large cup of oatal beer to rinse their mouths.
Paired with complintary bread or desserts provided by the bar, they’d start studying the horse race program they bought yesterday.
Just like that, another al was easily spent.
After the race, so made enough to cover their day’s living expenses, while others lost everything, swearing furiously.
The bar’s furniture hp-1!
When broke, they’d at least not delay paying, but rather go out determinedly to make money.
Insurance fraud, scamming, petty theft…
these old drunks had been living in poor areas for most of their lives without dying, proving they’re the fittest survivors with cunning experience, and there were plenty of ways for them to make money.
As for their living expenses, they didn’t make much, just enough to cover their drinks, then they’d return to the familiar bar, order a drink, rinse their mouth, and continue to shoot the breeze with old friends.
Life was carefree and they had long gotten accustod to it.
The bar staff wouldn’t shoo them away, even when cleaning, they wouldn’t disturb them too much.
After all, these were regulars, truly living signboards, loyal to Sunkist Bar’s quality, call them bar gods!
At this particular ti, Guise had just finished his overnight shift and left, Mary had yet to co over to take over.
Allen Zhang asked the bartender and learned she had taken leave.
Allen Zhang inquired about Mary and found out she went to the hospital with her boyfriend for a check-up, so he didn’t mind it further.
Well, he’s a minor owner and shareholder of the bar.
Leave requests weren’t his concern as long as the bar profits stably without hindering earnings.
Otherwise, the General Sect Leader would certainly spare ti to discipline them!
He greeted lvin and Jason, calling them both to his office.
Turning on his laptop, entering the password, he started logging into the bar’s accounting backend.
He noted a surge in sales of liquor, around 2800 dollars in profits per day, mostly from the sale of Brandy inventory, with another 200 dollars in pure profit from various cheap liquors and beers.
That’s just the profit from liquor sales, not to ntion the various ga devices which were more violent, even after cutting down the more violent slot machines and casino gas at the General Sect Leader’s request, not working with local gangsters for coco and leaves, leaving only the legally compliant lottery and horse racing activities, pool tables, and punching test machines – yet still bringing in at least 7000 dollars a day in profits from operating 24 hours.
In other words, lately, Sunkist Bar’s daily inco exceeded ten thousand dollars, excluding miscellaneous utility and dividend paynts, the General Sect Leader could net about 5000 dollars in profit.
Over this period, the pure profit accounted for the General Sect Leader amounted to 48 thousand dollars, ready for withdrawal, aiming for tax avoidance strategies to secure the funds.
Of course, this also thanks to Dave teaching them tax avoidance tactics, not needing to pay a cent in taxes, which enabled them to earn so much.
Under normal operations involving paying nearly half in taxes.
Federal tax, state tax, sales tax, inco tax…
earning three thousand dollars a week ans paying a thousand dollars in taxes.
Earning ten thousand dollars a day from the business, think about it, not paying the highest possible tax rate is unforgivable!
Special industries might even pay more.
What kind of business owner is this?
Isn’t this just being blatantly exploited?
Without tax evasion, who could survive here?
After checking the accounts, Allen Zhang also discussed with the two the business they were to conduct today.
They’d fly on a rented private plane by their employer to escort goods to Austin, Texas, asking which of them wished to accompany him.
Jason imdiately showed his eagerness, “Boss, this good opportunity must be mine.
I know a bit about flying.”
“You won’t be flying the plane.
You don’t have a pilot’s license,” Allen Zhang thought it over, ultimately choosing Jason to accompany him to Austin, letting lvin continue to stay and mind the shop.
lvin had no objections to this, staying here was easy work, the General Sect Leader wouldn’t mistreat him, free drinks, plus a salary to boot.
Reviews
All reviews (0)