America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 333 - 189: The Stinking Poor Ghost Begs in Los Angeles_2

Blitz: Okay.

After a few more words, Allen let Blitz go back to his tasks and then hung up the phone, ending the conversation.

He also pondered that although the Beggar Gang Disciples had a large reserve of talent, many were not involved in the business run by the General Sect Leader. He decided to ask Sieg to recruit more soldiers after returning, and to invest in more armed escort vehicles and weapons. They would take on every business deal, big or small!

From $200 local deliveries within the city to unlimited cross-city business door-to-door deliveries, working shifts round the clock, 24/7, without closing. Accumulate little by little to build a reputation!

It wouldn’t be long before they could gather enough points and reputation to land big deals like the last time.

While waiting here for a bit, a truck from a rural ranch drove over, branded with a fresh beef logo. Allen asked Melvin to watch the cows while he went to talk with the others.

"Hey there, where’s your cattle? Wait, I see them now. Are those your cattle?" Two people, one fat and one thin, one old and one young, got out of the car and started talking non-stop like machine guns.

The General Sect Leader had already experienced their tough bargaining during online price negotiations, so he was not surprised.

"Boy, your cattle are huge!!"

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Allen remained calm, looked at the grandfather and grandson, and said, "Let’s stick to the price we agreed upon online. I’ll sell the cattle for $600 each; I’m taking a loss here. I need payment in cash. Once you pay, you can take them away right now."

"We need to check if your cattle are disease-free. Whether they have the flu or just appear healthy," the fat old man said.

"Suit yourself." Allen took the grandfather and grandson along a grazing trail. They pulled out professional measuring instruments and fiddled with the fur and blood, soon delivering a satisfying verdict, "Sir, the results show your cattle are young and strong, prime for fresh quality meat. We’re willing to pay $600 per head."

"It’s a deal! Pleasure doing business."

The grandfather and grandson returned to their truck, took out cash, and handed it over to Allen for inspection. After counting it once and finding no issues, Allen straightforwardly asked Melvin to help drive the cattle onto the truck.

However, there was a mishap in the process. The cattle were docile and cooperative while grazing, but as soon as they saw they were being loaded onto the truck, they panicked and refused to cooperate, jumping around erratically, giving Melvin a headache.

To get the cattle onto the truck, he ended up dragging one of them on the ground for over ten meters, getting scraped and dirty. His initial compassion faded, and had the General Sect Leader not intervened, he would have wanted to fire some rounds and eat some rare beef right there!

Look at you, all flustered. You were all pity at the start.

Finally, with the help of professionals, they successfully loaded the stubborn cattle onto the truck.

"This cattle has a bad temper, lively and huge. You might consider breeding it," the grandfather and grandson murmured, discussing to each other. No wonder it was so spirited; it turned out to be big and active.

A few minutes later, they loaded the rest of the cattle, got back into the truck, restarted it, and greeted, "Sir, if you have more of these quality cattle in the future, consider selling to us again. Fair prices!"

"There will be an opportunity. Goodbye." Watching the truck drive away, Allen counted the $7,200 in cash he had received, taking out $1,200 as a bonus for Melvin, leaving himself with $6,000.

After a trip like this, arriving fine but leaving all beaten up and bleeding, it was only decent to give a bit extra for medical expenses.

As for the $200,000 worth of firearms, they clearly needed to be delivered to their rightful selling spot. Allen kept the $20,000 in cash all for himself, bringing his total assets back to $440,809.

Seeing the alluring US dollars, Melvin’s expression instantly changed. His face unswelled, and his butt stopped hurting, wishing he could bring that cattle back for another three hundred rounds. Smiling, he said, "Thanks, boss!"

"Let’s head back." Allen sat in the passenger seat of the Jeep, letting Melvin drive. He searched for highway 163, found it a bit far, and simply had Melvin turn the car around to take another route back to the city.

Might as well let Johnny understand the value of timely help, otherwise he might not fully appreciate the gesture.

A favor received should be returned abundantly. I saved your life; which luxury car should you give me?

At the very least, it should be a Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, McLaren, or Lamborghini, right?

Allen was in a good mood. He contacted Sieg to ask how the gun shop’s delivery business was progressing and whether any mission contracts had been signed.

Sieg: It’s signed, but it wasn’t them coming to us; I had to drive to their corporate security building to move the goods. There were several other regular private gun shops also competing for this task. When the PMC company’s public relations initially heard we were a new gun shop taking over, they were hesitant to give us the job. However, once I showed them the two-star Armed Nation qualification documents, they didn’t hesitate to choose us for the task!