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 so 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 xican drug cartels at $40 per piece. As you know, they particularly like Arican-style equipnt in xico, 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 so leaves and coco in there. These clothes could just bring a profit of a few million dollars. While selling these military supplies, so 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.
Allen Zhang: ...
Then why do you still tell ?
It’s still you guys!!
Allen Zhang: The contraband you want to transport wouldn’t happen to include these items, would it?
Colonel Wood: No, you underestimate . I don’t touch those things. The contraband is just so military industrial products. We sell them to Pulton Military Base for a profit of a few million dollars, but when they sell to the xican, 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 paynt, you can deliver the goods first, we are still discussing internally how to distribute it.
Allen Zhang: Alright.
Having struck the deal with Colonel Wood, Allen Zhang turned and inford 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 imdiately 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 , and my health has improved a lot, when I was younger I could easily stay up for days without issue."
He also needed to et 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 ntioned about the cybersecurity team, and I’ve already been thinking about it. Relying on myself alone for programming and maintaining cybersecurity can encounter many troubleso 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 rembered the otaku from the assassin team, and imdiately nodded, "If he has the capacity, you could indeed ntor him."
Blitz also nodded in agreent.
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 ho, and then had it authenticated by professionals.
It could be worth millions of dollars, right?
He let Blitz take a taxi ho, 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 ca up last ti.
Allen Zhang randomly approached a bearded fellow to inquire about the situation.
The person imdiately responded: "Recently, many containers from the Middle East, including antique containers, have been detained here. Private storage also revealed unclaid container blind boxes, with many people here striking it rich. Soone 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!"
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