America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 223 - 152: Door-to-Door Recycling

Driving back to the city, Allen Zhang took out $2000 from the $12000 profit to give to Sieg, keeping $10000 for himself, bringing his total savings back to $50809.

He let Sieg get out of the car halfway to attend to his own matters and during this time, he received a message from Dominic stating that someone had paid to hire them for a retrieval service.

Allen Zhang asked Dominic about the job details and learned that it was to organize a warehouse at 1356 Flying Squirrel Community in the Fifth District, which matched the intelligence report exactly, so he immediately drove over.

When he arrived at the agreed location on Eito Street, from a distance he could see Dominic standing at the corner; Allen Zhang parked alongside him, picked him up, and together they drove to the community.

After reaching the community, they were surprised to find security personnel at the entrance. The officers, upon seeing an unfamiliar vehicle with a non-registered license plate number, immediately came out to intercept and did not allow them to enter the community directly.

Allen Zhang had no choice but to have Dominic notify the owner.

A phone call was made at the entrance of the community to the employer, and from the phone came a mature female voice. She explained to the security personnel who then let them into the community. freewebnøvel.coɱ

The construction work at Flying Squirrel Community was quite decent; there was an independent park, sports facilities, and infrastructures, belonging to a mid-range community, much better in condition than most in the Poverty Street Community.

Driving to apartment 1356, Allen Zhang found the homeowner who had already been waiting outside, a woman who appeared to be in her early forties. They got out of the car and warmly greeted her.

"Hello, ma’am, we are from Alfred Recovery Station, my name is Dominic, and this is my colleague Juan Gold. Did you call to arrange a recycling pickup?" Dominic asked.

"That’s right, my name is Deshawn. I have a warehouse full of scrap that needs to be dealt with. Didn’t Old Karl always come to do the recycling?" Deshawn asked with confusion.

"Old Karl has retired and no longer works. We have taken over his recycling station, and we will be handling all future pick-ups," Dominic explained with a smile.

"I see, then please follow me," Deshawn nodded and led them on foot to the other side of the apartment, took out the keys, and opened the warehouse door filled with boxes, various containers, and abandoned items.

Deshawn explained, "All these things were left by my ex-husband, they’re of no use to me. The property department prohibits the placement of electronic waste outside to avoid polluting the community environment, so I couldn’t just put these things out for recycling, I had to call you to deal with them here. The last time I called Old Karl was half a year ago."

God knows how you got divorced within just half a year.

"Ma’am, may I ask what your ex-husband did?" Allen Zhang asked while opening the boxes and looking at the stacks of graphics card IC chips and discarded memory sticks.

"He was a programmer working in an electronics factory, but he quit for some reasons. He often brought back defective electronic scraps from the factory, usually repaired them himself, and sold them on the second-hand page of Opportunity Network. Since I divorced him, these things have become useless, and I can’t handle them," Deshawn explained.

"Just take these items away for the agreed price of $50."

"Sure, no problem," Allen Zhang nodded, as the market price for door-to-door recycling was generally between $40 and $80, which was Old Karl’s price as well.

He also reminded, "Before we proceed with the recycling, I suggest you check carefully to see if there is anything you need inside. Once we remove the items, they will be immediately processed and cannot be retrieved."

"There’s no need; I’ve checked many times already. These are all antiquated relics, only an Apple computer from the last century can run, but it has long been phased out by the market and was specifically designed for gaming. I find these electronic scraps disgusting now, the more I look at them, please deal with them as soon as possible. I will pay you for your work; I still have to go to the office this afternoon." Deshawn finished speaking, turned around, and went back into the room to attend to her affairs.

Allen Zhang and Dominic exchanged glances, rolled up their sleeves, and began to move the goods.

The boxes of wasted circuit boards and chips contained precious metals such as gold, silver, platinum, tin, lead, steel. While useless to most people, these items were of value in the recycling industry.

But the amount was too little; refining them wouldn’t even cover the costs. It was more sensible to sell to a resource recovery company who would make a profit on the margin.

One kilogram of electronic waste was worth just tens of dollars; here, there were perhaps worth about two hundred dollars in total.

If it were on the scale of 35000 mobile phones, it would be profitable to refine them yourself, but for this small amount of goods, it wasn’t worth it considering the labor and material costs.

They quickly finished dealing with the boxes and electronic waste, including a thorough cleaning of the warehouse. Allen Zhang also loaded the old Apple computer onto the truck, pondering it might be worth hundreds of dollars.

Most importantly, there were the solid-state drives; he had no idea which ones were functional or which contained BTC. The only solution was to go back and test them one by one.

Deciphering the passwords would require the expertise of someone more professional. Allen Zhang planned to seek the help of Blitz, the hacker godfather of Los Angeles!