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Allen: Ok.

After getting a ranch management lesson from Old Karl, Allen Zhang put away his phone and walked back to the Crown District, got into his Jeep, greeted Olivia, kissed her goodbye, and then drove off.

Not long after driving back to the camp, he received another call. He glanced at the caller ID displaying "Terminator 2.0" and labelled information; it was Rachel Jin from the Short Tail Dog Camp.

Allen Zhang answered the call, and the person on the other side shouted, "Hey, Mr. Jin! How are you?"

"You need something?" Allen inquired.

"Of course, I'm here to discuss a big business deal with you. That crippled guy from the modern guys could bring you a project involving $50,000 in gold, but this time I can bring you at least $200,000 in dividends! How about it? Interested in doing this big business with me?" Short Tail Dog asked.

Even through the phone, the General Sect Leader could sense the other party's spirited and confident demeanor.

Allen Zhang chuckled: "Not earning money when I can is stupid, I'm definitely interested. But where did you get that merchandise?"

"Don't worry about that; I have my own channels..." Rachel Jin hadn't finished speaking when Allen interrupted: "I heard there was a truck accident on the rural road 214, the driver fled the scene, and there were 20 tons of electronic waste unclaimed. I was planning to handle it, but someone got there first. Do you know who those people were?"

"Ah!?"

Rachel Jin was stunned after hearing it.

This merchandise, you were eyeing it too?

It made no sense.

He and his men had been working until 11 PM, waking up at 6 AM before dawn to distribute chicken rolls, and only stumbled upon this information from a customer staying at a motel.

Upon learning this, he skipped dinner, took his men to the rural highway at night, and hauled the goods back.

How so you know about it?

Rachel Jin questioned a bit skeptically, "Are you sure it's the 20 tons of electronic waste on the rural road? You didn't arrange that accident, did you?"

He was visibly sweating.

"No."

Allen Zhang noticed his panic and jokingly said, "Look how scared you are. I was just messing with you. I know your guys took that 20 tons of electronic waste and knew you would cooperate with me; I've been waiting for your call. Dude, why did it take you so long?"

"..."

"To extract precious metals from those 20 tons of electronic waste requires not only specialized equipment but also at least dozens of people working shifts day and night to refine it quickly and turn it into cash. Besides me in this recycling business, nobody else is up for this deal," Allen Zhang explained.

"..." Rachel Jin was immediately silent.

He gasped in shock.

Mr. Jin is terrifying!

Funny how he still thought he had pulled off something big quietly, unaware that Allen already knew and was simply waiting for him to deliver.

"Hello? Speak."

Allen Zhang, hearing no response, comforting said, "Don't worry, since you thought of collaborating with my guys first, I'll definitely give you a fair share of the profits. How about 30%?"

"Why do you only take 30%?" Rachel Jin felt insecure.

"30% is yours," Allen said.

"Oh, then it's okay..." Rachel Jin heaved a sigh of relief. With you saying that, it suits your style.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't dare to reach out, fearing getting cut off.

"If it's okay with you, I will send people over to pick up the goods now. We can provide the equipment, venue, and manpower; you prepare the chemical reagents." Allen Zhang said: "If this deal goes through, you can directly deal with my men for such business in the future! Don't worry, we will look after your chicken roll business too."

"Alright." Rachel Jin considered for a moment and then gladly agreed.

Allen Zhang was pleased, hung up the phone and immediately sent a message to Jason, instructing him to recruit a few Beggar Gang Disciples who understood physic-chemistry, drive to the other party's unfinished building headquarters to pick up the goods, and transport them to the cabin in the rural area for refining.

Jason, having previously handled this task, had successfully learned the techniques and knew how to adjust the aqua regia and reagents to extract precious metals from electronic waste.

Upon receiving the task assigned by the General Sect Leader, he didn't hesitate and set off with his men immediately.

Allen Zhang then drove to Sunkist Bar, called Sieg over to discuss big plans.

He gave him $4000 worth of "cookies" to take and visit Officer Mig.

Sieg agreed enthusiastically, immediately took out his phone to contact Officer Mig, and after learning the officer was available, he drove to meet him.

Soon, evening arrived. Many new faces appeared on the streets, wearing knitted caps, hoodies, hands in pockets, with shifty eyes wandering the streets, specifically targeting Beggar Gang Disciples to push some local specialty products at low prices.

The officers patrolling nearby, receiving instructions from their superiors, also went undercover for a sting operation and quickly fixed their sights on a few black guys.

When they approached the Beggar Gang Disciples, negotiated and agreed on the price, and pulled out the big treasures from their pockets, they stopped pretending, didn't say another word, and rushed up, pressing a gun against their heads.