America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 22 - Rich District

"That's the word."

Allen Zhang braced himself against the cold wind, foolishly waiting at the crossroads for an hour and sixteen minutes.

Glancing at his phone filled with missed calls, Allen's fingers were numb from redialing.

"Fuck! Does this foreigner have any sense of propriety?"

Allen was fuming.

Who leaves someone hanging like this?

Feeling toyed with, there's no way to let this slide without at least 200 US dollars in compensation!!

Another attempt to call went unanswered.

Allen didn't want to waste any more time waiting, so he took out the wallet and viciously threw it toward the trash bin before decisively turning to leave.

Coincidentally, he hadn't walked a few steps when a black Cadillac bearing local plates approached from behind at the crossroads, illuminating the road with its lights.

The car followed closely behind Allen, driving slowly and honking.

Allen glanced back at the number plate, feeling a chill crawl over his scalp, but he could only pretend not to see.

Unfortunately, he was the only one on the street, and the other party clearly knew his appearance.

The female driver rolled down the window, glanced at him, and asked curiously, "Mr. Hanberger Juan Jin?"

"It's me."

Allen stopped reluctantly.

He gave her a puzzled look, wondering why she didn't quite resemble the photo on her ID.

What kind of family background affords a personal female driver?

"Please get in."

The driver pulled the car to the curb.

"..."

Allen glanced at the trash bin, "Not right now."

"Why?"

The driver was somewhat astonished.

"Because you made me wait too long, making me lose my patience, and I've already thrown the wallet away!"

Allen admitted openly, "You can fetch the wallet yourself; I'm heading home now. If you really want to thank me, just giving me 200 US dollars for the cab fare will do."

The driver fell quiet.

"100 US dollars is also fine!"

Seeing this, Allen hastily stepped back a little.

"The wallet is thrown away, can't you just go pick it up?" the driver suggested delicately.

Allen fell silent.

"That makes sense."

After all, he had waited so long; to give up halfway would be to wait in vain, wouldn't it?

...

Allen got into the Cadillac and immediately smelled a strong scent of perfume.

Looking at the luxurious interior, before he could even ask, a pair of hands reached from behind, clasping his neck, accompanied by a heavy aroma of alcohol.

Allen tensed up, immediately straightened up, and grabbed the arm with his hand.

When he turned and saw a blonde woman leaning in, he relaxed a little.

"Are you Ms. Catherine Joane?"

Allen found that she looked younger than her ID photo.

"It's me, thank you, Mr. Jin."

The woman seemed somewhat inebriated, "Sorry for making you wait so long, someone stole my phone in the bar. I didn't memorize your number, so I couldn't borrow someone else's phone to call you."

"No problem."

Allen took out the wallet and handed it to her.

No sooner had the wallet been recovered, then the phone went missing? You're quite something.

Catherine took the wallet, glanced at it, and noticed that while the documents were all there, the money inside was gone.

Allen immediately explained, "It was like this when I found it."

"I didn't mean to imply I doubted you, I can tell, you're an honest person," Catherine said, eyes glazed, then leaned back again.

Then why don't you hurry up and give me my compensation.

What am I thinking?

Allen, frustrated to the point of tapping his foot, heard Catherine say, "Would you mind coming to my place for a bit, Hanberger?"

"Of course, I'm free anyway."

No sooner had Allen spoken, he realized the car had already restarted, driving down the road, not even giving him the chance to get off midway.

Drunk as a skunk, and you lug me home in the middle of the night... So? Is this also part of the compensation?

Holy crap! Exciting.

Allen Zhang looked at the female driver and asked, "Where are we going now?"

"To Corona Crown District, please fasten your seatbelt, sir." The female driver was brief and focused on driving, not showing much desire to chat.

Allen Zhang didn't want to push his luck and promptly turned to fasten his seatbelt.

He pulled out his phone and composed a text message to Dominic.

Allen Zhang: I might not come back today.

Dominic: Why? Where will you stay?

Allen Zhang: Might be in Corona Crown District. Could be in the car, on the street, who knows.

Dominic: Corona Crown? That's Rich District! Buddy, did you get nabbed? What did you even do??

Allen Zhang: Cool it, I just made a new friend. Blah blah...

Dominic: Oh! Shit! You really should explain things clearly. Almost scared me.

Allen Zhang: Wish me a wonderful night.

:)

Sent a smiley face to indicate friendliness.

Dominic: Of course! Buddy! Remember to practice safe measures! Don't get yourself into trouble.

Allen Zhang: Should be fine. I'm not big on keeping distances between people.

Dominic: ... Well, good luck then.

Night fell, and the car left the poor streets behind, with charming scenery outside the window, neon lights twinkling, bustling with traffic.

This was the first time Allen Zhang had taken a ride to enjoy the night view of the West Coast.

In the past, the best he would do was to drive around in his Calin Skull Horse, messing with civilian police, Mark the Rabbit, creating havoc, robbing Armed Nation, Garden Bank, and outwitting the cops of Los Angeles.

Not possible now.

Firstly, the conditions aren't right, and secondly, because doing so would really get people killed.

After about twenty minutes of driving, the traffic thinned, and the car entered a dark uphill stretch with no lights, the road ending with arrow indicators mounted on a wall.

The winding path was enough to make one's scalp tingle, a challenge for any driver not brimming with confidence.

As we passed each junction with houses, plenty of luxury cars could be seen parked unabashedly in front of their homes, under the watchful eyes of surveillance cameras.

That's your Rich District for you; try doing that in the poor neighborhoods, you'd wake up without even the wheels left on your car!

The security in the Rich District was quite solid; every few stretches, Allen Zhang saw police officers standing by the roadside sipping coffee, fully armed, saluting passing vehicles.

A quick glance at the driver's seat, and seeing it was a white driver, they looked away.

The Cadillac entered a straight road, passing two officers stationed under palm trees.

One of the officers glanced at the license plate number, picked up their radio and said something.

Getting a confirmation reply, they noted it down in their notebook and continued chatting as if nothing happened.

The black Cadillac stopped in front of the 964 mansion gate.

The female driver took out an iPad, launched the real estate app, entered a password, and after unlocking, the security gate of the mansion automatically opened, and she drove into the garage with a press on the gas.

After getting out of the car, she helped the drunken Catherine to the sofa inside the house to lie down.

The female driver took off her white gloves, the tight uniform, her head full of auburn curls, and slipped into high heels at the doorway. That's when she formally introduced herself to Allen Zhang.

"Allow me to introduce myself properly, sir. I am Olivia, the housekeeper of Corona Crown District. I'm responsible for the daily cleaning of the property, transportation of vehicles, ordering daily supplies, etc."

"Nice to meet you, Olivia," Allen Zhang shook her hand and looked her over.

Her makeup was exquisite, with long lashes and a few freckles. She wore an excessively strong perfume to cover body odor, something he wanted to tease her about in the car.

Her figure was good, and she was pretty too—on a scale of 10, she'd score an 8.9, but alas, she wasn't his type.

After seeing Jennifer's angelic beauty, Allen Zhang's immunity and resistance to foreign attractions significantly increased as if he were shot with a dose of adrenaline!

"If you have any requests or encounter an emergency, you can use the landline phone in the house to dial the property's number or use the real estate app to message me privately. I'll be on duty all night. After triggering a one-touch alarm, the police will arrive within 3 minutes of receiving the emergency notice."

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Olivia seemed adept at handling such minor scenes, addressing them with ease.

Even though Allen Zhang was just a stranger brought in from outside, this wasn't her first rodeo.

Black people, white people, now an Asian—nothing surprising.

Such is the freedom of property owners and the rich.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to hint at something.

For instance, you can learn from anyone in a threesome.

The mansion cat can do backflips; not only can I backflip, but I don't shed hair, and so on.

But seeing Allen Zhang's lack of interest, merely polite, Olivia felt a bit let down and left, swaying her hips at ease.

Such a big butt.

Wait, doesn't she also manage the trash collection in the Rich District?

Allen Zhang suddenly felt some regret, thinking it wouldn't be so bad to keep her around and nurture a relationship.