America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 236 - 156: The Sponsor_2

Hearing the officer’s question, Allen Zhang reckoned that even if there were cameras, he had to say there weren’t. He regretfully answered, "I’m sorry, the bar was just bought back from a court auction a few days ago. The cameras are not yet renovated."

"I see. So, these Black people wanted to carry out a gun robbery here, and engage in drug dealing. They carried a total of 2000 US Dollars? And a bag of leaves, which included a cop pistol, is that right?" the third-grade officer inquired.

"I’m not entirely sure about the specifics. I didn’t notice what was in those bags. I guess it’s just as you said," Allen Zhang cooperatively answered.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Jin. You’ve helped us catch this drug trafficking gang." The officer shook his hand and waved his colleagues to happily drag the suspects into the car and took them away.

Even an ant is still meat.

Allen Zhang also let Bailey and Richie cooperate with the officers to go to the station to make a statement. He watched the police cars drive away at the entrance and then told Mary and Guise, "Delete all the surveillance videos from today and yesterday."

"That bag clearly had over ten thousand US Dollars, as well as coco and leaves. How come in the end, there’s only a bag of leaves and 2000 US Dollars? How many years of prison can this get them? I guess they’ll be out after a while," Mary worried.

Even more dissatisfied with the rampant corruption among Los Angeles officers, in broad daylight, what’s black they say is white.

Is there justice? Is there law?

"We have Lawyer Dave, don’t we? My friend works at the court; he is the law! If he handles this case, at least as long as you’re alive, you definitely won’t see them again. Unless they are really clean and haven’t done anything wrong. But if they were people with clean records, they wouldn’t have been reported by us and sent away."

Allen Zhang was not worried at all, "For the sake of reducing their sentences, during the collection of evidence and statement by the police, wouldn’t they say whatever the amount is, just as much? If the officer says they only sold a pack of leaves, would he still not cooperate and say he sold two packs? With additional envelopes of coco?"

That would be making trouble for oneself.

After handling the matter with the Black people, Allen Zhang asked Guise to quickly clean up the place, wiping off the bloodstains on the floor, spraying some perfume, and not affecting the bar’s business.

The bar could have opened around 10 pm tonight. Although not enough people had been recruited for the big event, selling drinks was still possible. But these Black people caused a mess. Now they had to wait for the police’s notice and readjust the settings before they could officially open tomorrow.

Allen Zhang then received a message notification from Dominic. He, David, and Gate had collected a stash of goods, a mix of all sorts. They needed him to personally deal with the sale.

After greeting Mary and Guise, Allen Zhang left to drive to Alfred’s recycling station.

Upon arrival, he got out of the car and entered the recycling station, only to see a pile of goods accumulated in the yard. Yesterday’s Apple computer was also there and a few customers were lining up with bags to weigh, with Gate and David helping around.

Allen Zhang went inside and, after waiting for a while, looked at the inventory list.

Cans net profit around 840 US Dollars.

Cardboard net profit 66 US Dollars.

Other scrap electronics about 300 US Dollars.

Allen Zhang picked up a 1960 Christmas Special edition 1:1 scale model Bazooka Rocket Launcher toy, as well as a shipping license document from 1805 commonly used in the United States.

The toy seemed nice, and regarding the shipping license document, Allen Zhang had no particular understanding, but it had an official stamp and the president’s signature on it. He felt it could also be worth some money.

After Dominic and the other two finished their work, they also came in and added another entry of profit on the project sheet.

"David, help me move that Apple computer to the car. I’m going to the pawnshop to sell them," Allen Zhang instructed David to handle the transport, while he himself packed up the toy and the document.

"Ok."

After greeting Dominic, Allen Zhang then drove off to Old George’s pawnshop.

Entering the door, upon arrival, he saw that there were no customers in the store. Old George was tinkering with an old phonograph from the 50s, playing an unknown female vocal track, cultivating his feelings.

His girlfriend was cleaning up.

"Hey! Customer, you’re here again! Got something good to sell to me?"

Lifting his head and seeing Allen Zhang come in with big and small packages, Old George immediately perked up, welcoming him enthusiastically.

Without beating around the bush, Allen Zhang placed the Apple computer and a box of well-preserved pixel art game cartridges on the table, complete with mouse and keyboard, and shared their origins, "This is a 1988 llgs Apple computer, still fairly intact. It’s also able to boot up and play games. How much do you think it’s worth?"

"An Apple computer? This thing might not seem too eye-catching now, but it was very popular back in the day," Old George, with his vast experience, almost immediately recognized the computer’s authenticity from the anti-fraud label and judged if the goods were real.

He took out the game cartridges, plugged in the power, and started the computer, with a blue screen lasting three minutes before it finally booted up perfectly.

Playing with the long board mouse, Old George smiled and said, "I bought one of these before, but the accompanying devices and cartridges were damaged, and the keyboard and mouse were long gone. Although such items are scarce on the market now, there should be people willing to collect them. I am inclined to spend 60 US Dollars to buy it."