"Is there a problem, sir?" Bolo looked at the Asian man with so confusion.
"No problem, I was just thinking of sothing pleasant."
Allen Zhang smiled and said, "You’re willing to pay 350 thousand for this batch of goods, right? But you just said, you have a rival, and this batch is very important to you. I wonder if they’d be willing to pay 400 thousand US dollars, or even more, for it?"
Bolo’s face darkened, "Sir, I deal in good faith."
"Your reputation isn’t that great."
Allen Zhang pulled his hand back, and two hot-bodied beauties imdiately weakened, he slowly wiped it with a tissue, "I want four hundred thousand for this batch, not a cent less. Think about it. If you don’t agree, I’ll contact other buyers."
Bolo weighed the pros and cons, consulted with his advisor, and nodded, "Okay!"
"But 400 thousand dollars, I honestly can’t gather that much cash at once..."
Bolo’s words were cut off by Old Jack’s unfriendly gaze, and he quickly changed his tune: "But I do have gold blocks worth 50 thousand dollars here, and 250 thousand in USTD. Rest assured, the gold ca from so street Cubans, it’s clean. The remaining one hundred thousand dollars, I will gather by tomorrow!"
He imdiately asked soone to get the goods.
Old Jack’s face finally eased up, he withdrew his hand from the shotgun, poured a drink, and leaning close with his arm around his neck, he chuckled, "Why didn’t you say you had money from the start? I thought you were trying to skip the bill."
The thought did cross my mind initially.
But, seeing how capable you guys are, it imdiately vanished.
Bolo secretly cursed; nobody wants to ss with a bunch of desperados with bombs strapped to their bodies, this was clear ruffian behavior!!
Outwardly, he laughed and said, "How could that be, I knew you guys were capable people the mont I saw you, fellas, I don’t want to make trouble with a team that’s beyond !"
They clinked glasses and drank together with their own designs in mind.
Soon, the xican underling brought over an encrypted cold wallet and a bag of gold blocks, equipped with testing devices.
Old Jack opened the bag and glanced at a few thumb-sized oval gold pieces, bit one, and skilfully used the device to check them, and found no issues. He nodded at the General Sect Leader.
Blitz took the cold wallet, glanced at the data, and it indeed had 250 thousand USTD; the cold wallet’s password was also attached.
To further confirm, Blitz took out a laptop, logged into the exchange, and tried to transfer the currency on the account; after entering a string of passwords and checking, the account indeed received 1 U.
This ant that this virtual currency was neither a fake sham nor was it frozen or marked as blacklisted U by the market.
"In this day and age, you guys do business without cash on hand? Are cryptocurrencies that convenient?" Allen Zhang said with a smile.
After confirming everything was correct, he also took the cold wallet and the bag of gold blocks, and had Old Jack hand over the batch of South Arican imported goods to the other party.
Bolo had his underling receive the goods and also smiled.
He began to complain, "Mate, don’t even start on how hard it is to do business nowadays, don’t you see the ridiculous regulations from the National Tax Bureau? Everything requires taxes! Leaf trade needs tax, human trafficking needs tax, organ trading needs tax, arms deals need tax, online fraud, and even adult transactions require tax. If we don’t want to pay taxes, we can only use decentralized virtual currencies, cryptocurrencies are really convenient! Our line of work totally relies on it."
"The CIA dogs, they send people undercover every other day, they’re the biggest drug lords, the first movers, yet they still put on this facade of integrity and kindness, it’s truly nauseating."
The xicans have long harbored resentnt towards the CIA.
Bolo clenched his fists in anger whenever the subject arose.
He also realized that the Asian man was the decision-maker of the three.
Allen Zhang was unconcerned and laughed: "Let’s not talk about those unlucky fellows. Mate, it’s been a pleasure working with you!"
"A pleasure!!" Bolo also quickly raised his glass to celebrate, "You must eat and enjoy yourselves here today, don’t be shy with ! There are plenty of beauties! If the liquor runs out, just tell !"
"Of course." Allen Zhang smiled lightly, not being shy, enjoying the company of won on both sides.
Talking and laughing, the atmosphere turned ambiguous and heated up. Bolo also laughed and played along, making up an excuse to step out to take a call, greeting the three n and bowing as he closed the door.
As the door shut, his face turned somber instantly, waving to the underling at the door, he walked to a window and asked, "Did you find out? What’s the background of those three?"
"According to our informant, they arrived on a Cirrus SF50 private plane, landed at the airport at the junction of the rural city, and rented a Highlander at Martina’s rental agency. They cruised around the city, were subsequently targeted by the Scarlet Sharks, and then ca here."
The underling reported, "We haven’t found out anything else, only that they own a website that sells castor seeds. ’The Robot’ seems to be a sowhat skilled programr and worked in so IT company before resigning. That old man doesn’t have much of a record or work, owns a house in Los Angeles, but was blacklisted by an insurance company there, accused of insurance fraud."
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