America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

"The last two victims got drunk in a bar, drove directly to find their ex-boyfriend's father, and crashed into his car on the road! The girl was also in the car at the time, and they started fighting right there on the road, now the homeowner, the ex-boyfriend, and his father are all in the hospital, possibly facing criminal charges."

"..."

Allen clicked his tongue. Only in Free America.

"But even so, the homeowner never thought about breaking up with his girlfriend. He even asked her to help sell his car." Olivia also sighed, are there really such people?

"If you're interested in this car, I can call the owner right now." Olivia said.

"Of course, I'm interested, but the price of $150,000 is too expensive; the market price for this old model of a used Cullinan is only around $200,000 - $250,000." Allen said.

A vehicle is a consumable anyway, losing value every day, the price of a new Cullinan might be around half a million US dollars, more expensive than a private jet, but most of the old Cullinans in second-hand dealerships are not a few that are priced at $100,000.

"Okay, I'll help you bargain." Olivia smiled slightly: "As compensation, you should understand what I want."

"...!!"

Allen looked at her hand taking advantage of his chest, thinking that his own advance might have backfired, failing to suppress her thoughts but instead ignited her desires.

He immediately said, "Darling, as long as you help me get a discount, whenever you need me, I'll be there."

One Hundred Thousand Dollars profit, I am yours.

One Hundred Fifty Thousand Dollars profit, don't treat me like a person!

Anyway, the General Sect Leader won't lose out in the end. Squeeze me hard.

"This is what you said."

Olivia was very satisfied with the General Sect Leader's attitude, and immediately made a call to the owner, who quickly picked up.

"Hey, hello, Miss Olivia, someone wants to buy this Cullinan from your place, yes, he is the owner of the recycling station outsourced by our community. But the price might be lower than estimated. He is willing to offer $80,000. That's already a lot, especially since the car is quite damaged in many places, the engine also needs major repair, with a hefty price for follow-up maintenance, and the license fee for the transfer costs money too. Right, Mr. Ansa probably doesn't want to see it anymore."

Olivia used her sweet talk, and soon struck a deal.

After hanging up the phone, she gave the General Sect Leader a reassuring look, "She is willing to accept the lowest price of $80,000 - $100,000, she will be coming over soon."

"Olivia, my God." Allen immediately hugged her and kissed her.

Olivia gladly accepted and if it weren't for the nearby cameras and it still being working hours, she would drag the General Sect Leader into the woods to fiercely squeeze him!

It wasn't long before the owner arrived on a hoverboard.

She looked quite young, 17 or 18, wearing a matcha green casual camisole, showing her belly button and abs lines, denim shorts, AJ sneakers, purple ponytail, Persian cat-like eyes, a face pale white, radiating the vibrancy of youth.

Damn.

This little appearance is indeed quite attractive.

Lovely.

No wonder the owner liked her so much!

"Hi! Olivia!" The person came over, bouncing and jumped off the hoverboard, worth at least $50,000.

"Hello, Miss Olivia." Olivia smiled slightly, introducing: "This is the owner of the recycling station, Hanberger Juan Jin."

"Hello, Mr. Jin." Olivia extended her hand politely.

Allen's face unchanged, "Hello, Miss Olivia, how do you feel about the price I offered?"

Olivia frowned, looking somewhat troubled, and beseechingly said, "Could you add $20,000 more? My boyfriend said the money from the car's disposal is all up to me to handle."

Allen smiled slightly: "No."

"..." Olivia was somewhat speechless, "Okay, I'll sell you this wrecked car for $80,000. I want cash!"

"Are the vehicle documents and other paperwork in the car?" Allen inquired.

"I'm not sure, maybe." Olivia said, "Can't you process the transfer without documents?"

"You can, but only as a scrapped car for recycling, to be sold as scrap metal, it can't be driven on the road again."

Allen said without any change in his demeanor, "Except for the engine and the carburetor, the other three tires still have some value, but the car frame and chassis are basically unusable."

"Okay, I don't really understand, but you just need to give me $80,000 in cash." Olivia shrugged, compromising.

"Please wait." Allen turned around, unlocked the Jeep, opened the door, and took out a briefcase. In front of her astonished gaze, he unzipped it, nonchalantly took out several bundles of Franklin.

He handed it over to Olivia, then took out a piece of paper, writing down the transfer contract details.

Grinning, he said, "Okay! Please sign on the contract, this $80,000 cash is yours, and the car is mine now."

Olivia looked at the briefcase full of US dollars, staring wide-eyed, took the pen, and signed.

Brushing back her hair, with dewy big eyes looking at the General Sect Leader, "So you're this wealthy? Is recycling this profitable? Actually, there's no one at my place right now, do you want to come over?"