America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 18 - Update Equipment

The pawnshop owner expertly examined the tequila bottle, looking it over from left to right, pondered for a moment, then took out his phone to snap a photo. It was unclear whether he was searching online or sending it to someone, but shortly after, he received a message.

The owner soon offered his appraisal and a fair price, "1800 Sirena Del Deseo, a luxurious mermaid tequila bottle created by Golden Joy in collaboration with designer Gary Besman for the 1800 collection edition. If it's genuine, I can buy it for $2200, that's $200 more than the market price! Unfortunately, this is just a replica and there are some minor defects, the bottle isn't worth much, but a friend of mine would like to taste the blue tequila inside."

"If you are interested in selling it, I can offer you $260."

"Okay." Allen Zhang, who wasn't very knowledgeable about this field nor keen on haggling, agreed since he got the bottle for free anyway.

$260 for a bottle of tequila that's at least 3-5 years old is quite acceptable.

Most tequila on the market claims to have been aged in oak barrels for years when in reality, they're only aged for a few months and mainly rely on technology and hard work. Just like the unreliable '82 Lafite.

You can't find good quality for cheap. With beverages ranging from a few dollars to several tens of dollars, the poor can't really tell the difference in taste, and if they suddenly drink real liquor, they will likely suspect it's fake.

Even if the liquor in this bottle, stored for a few years, is still drinkable, having just been fished out from a sewer outlet, Allen Zhang dared not try it lightly.

Better to hand it over to the original person.

"Total $296."

Seeing Allen Zhang agree so smoothly, the owner happily took out his phone and asked, "Would you prefer online banking payment or cash?"

"Cash." Allen Zhang replied, not having the facility for bank transactions anyway.

"Alright, please wait a moment. If you need anything else, feel free to look around the store."

Having made a profitable deal, the owner felt relieved about Allen Zhang.

Anyway, nothing of much value was displayed in the room, mostly just show pieces.

"No need, please just finalize my bill quickly, I have other business to attend to," Allen Zhang said.

"Ok!" The pawnshop owner nodded, glanced at a new customer coming in, then turned and went back inside his office, soon returning with a black case.

He wrote out a receipt, meticulously counted out fourteen $20 bills, one $10 bill, one $5 bill, and one $1 bill, "One, two, three, four..."

Laid out on the counter, clearly visible. Then, neatly stacked up and handed to Allen Zhang.

"In the future, if you have more good items, feel free to visit this shop again. George Pawnshop has been a recycling shop with a sixty-year history, operating with integrity!" Old George said with a smile.

Indeed, this shop has excellent reviews online. Otherwise, Allen Zhang wouldn't have decided to walk into a bad store.

Your method of counting money somewhat resembles the accountants and dealers at a casino.

Must be an old gambler from Texas.

"There will be opportunities."

Allen Zhang took the money and left the pawnshop, sunlight sprinkling across his shoulders, dispersing the clouds, feeling refreshed.

160+296+12.59.

His total assets amounted to an impressive $468.59.

Just yesterday he was fretting over this, and today he had a large sum of money!

Glancing at a message, he decisively chose to grab some good food from a roadside stall.

Spent $6 on a fast food truck burger and hot dog combo, plus a cup of ice-cola. Quickly filled his stomach, feeling energized.

Then he browsed a discounted boutique for light luxury goods, picking and choosing, spending $46.59 on a fashion CK brand denim jacket and jeans, discount price $42, but after price adjustment only $25.59, a champion brand hoodie, discount price $9.8, adjusted price just $3, and a pair of Puma sports shoes for $18.

Can you believe Allen Zhang also found a $16 Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses in the corner?

Pretty good, passed a tactile examination, definitely not wholesale from some small Yiwu factory, all genuine branded goods. Just a bit outdated, hence the very cheap price of slow-moving products.

Fancy styles are darn expensive, usually costing from hundreds to thousands of dollars.

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Things are looking up!!

Allen Zhang just felt that having money in his pocket was simply too wonderful.

Remaining assets: 400 US Dollars.

Allen Zhang checked the time; it was still early, so he decided to check out Alley No. 8.

The lost wallet and ID photo were discarded in a black trash bin in Alley No. 8.

Upon arrival, Allen Zhang saw several homeless people sitting against the wall on the street.

A few Black guys were leaning against the wall, a leaf-branded cigarette in their mouths, a few cups in front of them, and empty lunch boxes, leisurely boasting about their begging haul for the day.

Their mouths full of "Bro this, Bro that", all spouting beautifully coded West Coast street slang.

Allen Zhang glanced at the Black guys, took off his new jacket and put it in his bag, wrapped an old sweatshirt around his fists twice, rolled up his sleeves, and quickly walked over.

The posture was as if he was heading straight for them.

The Black guy was gesturing with his hands and sensed something was wrong immediately. He turned around and saw Allen Zhang's wrapped fists, one hand reaching behind to his lower back, and he got scared instantly.

Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed his little cart and ran off fast, his shoes flying off.

Cups were knocked over and steel coins and paper currency scattered everywhere.

"Hey! Don't shoot!"

"We're leaving right now, Bro."

The Black guys, faces filled with terror, quickly ran away. Their rich street-survival experience told them never to mess with someone who didn't look quite right.

The guy looked fierce and malevolent, heading straight for them, definitely not a good guy!

Maybe some psychotic murderer wanting to randomly kill people.

"..."

Allen Zhang just tucked the corner of his jacket into the back of his pants, freeing that hand.

Watching the scattered Black guys, he had an epiphany.

When the Black guys think you have a gun, you'd better really have one!

Allen Zhang looked at the spoils scattered on the ground; the little blacks had exploded their equipment.

It was about ten to fifteen dollars.

What supreme commanding presence! They surrendered before a fight even occurred; gold coins scattered everywhere.

GTA does not lie to me; indeed, paper money really does explode on the ground.

Allen Zhang didn't pick up the Black guys' dropped items; they would definitely come back for them. They worked hard to beg for them, and a homeless shouldn't make things hard for another homeless.

He turned and entered the alley, searching through the trash bins and soon found a light brown wallet in the corner.

He opened it and glanced at the information on the ID.

[California driving license: Catherine Joan, female, 36 years old, address: 964 Corona Crown District, Los Santos.]

Oh, Rich District, huh? Inside were also a work badge, bank card, identity card, and contact information.

Allen Zhang immediately took out his phone and tried to call her.

However, it was just connected to her home answering machine.

"Hello, this is Catherine! 964 Corona Crown District, please leave a message if you have anything."

"Hey, Ms. Joan, hello, my name is Hanberger Juan Jin, I am a waste recycler. I found a wallet in the trash bin, but I'm not sure if you still need it. It has some of your IDs, bank cards, etc. If you still need it, please call me back before 10 PM tonight."

After leaving a message, Allen Zhang hung up the phone.

He secured the wallet and IDs in his pocket, sitting and waiting to receive compensation from her.