Chapter 648: Chapter 295: Torch Fast Ship_2
"I always treat my employees well. Even those working in recycling stations can earn a salary of 200 US dollars a day." Allen Zhang smiled faintly. "Some of them have even started driving luxury cars and living in their own purchased apartments."
"Fxxk! I simply can’t put into words how much I admire and respect you. It’s a pity I don’t have much of an education, otherwise, I’d definitely compose a million-word poem to sing your praises. Compared to you, my previous bosses were nothing but Grangtails! I’ll work for you for the rest of my life!" The female clerk hugged the General Sect Leader excitedly.
Without waiting for the General Sect Leader to speak, she sensibly ran to close the door, locking the room tight.
Afraid of letting such a generous patron slip away.
"Boss, I’m feeling a little unwell, could you check on me?" The female clerk tossed her hair and slowly began to undo her blouse buttons.
The General Sect Leader considered for a moment and felt that indeed, it was necessary to narrow the gap between employer and employee and deepen the understanding, so he nodded readily and beckoned, "Come here, let me check on you."
"What’s your name?" Allen Zhang asked.
The female clerk crouched down and smiled seductively: "My name is Evelyn, boss."
"Great name!! Hiss..."
Soon, the room was filled with the tune of a subscription-based show’s theme song.
An hour passed, and Allen Zhang came down the stairs refreshed.
Evelyn snuggled up to him, eyes dreamy, whispering sweet nothings, "You are simply the best boss I’ve ever met; no one can compare to you in that regard."
"Including your husband?"
"He can’t even move..."
"I’m sorry, I’m really an animal." Allen Zhang reproached himself.
"You don’t have to apologize to anyone, boss!"
"Keep up the good work."
Allen Zhang gave her buttocks a slap and pinched a handful of her ample collagen.
Evelyn giggled and said: "Dear boss, what about what you promised me?"
"I always keep my word." Allen Zhang smiled.
"Jimmy."
Allen Zhang called out to the Beggar Gang Disciples and Jimmy, who were smoking and chatting outside, and pointed to Evelyn, "From now on, you’ll help me take extra care of this shop. I will also send people to help manage the arms sales."
"Don’t worry, Mr. Jin, I will definitely take care of it for you," Jimmy assured, thumping his chest.
"If you have any issues, you can talk to Sieg, he’s in charge of the Thunderbolt Fire Armored Kingdom." After finishing his words, Allen Zhang bid farewell to Evelyn and left the downtown streets.
After spending some more time visiting the other two Fast Ship gun store locations, he also issued them certificates and won the clerks’ acknowledgement.
Male clerks?
No problem then.
The General Sect Leader was somewhat disappointed; he thought about firing them on the spot. They weren’t his people, and he wasn’t comfortable working with them.
Even if they weren’t the best-born disciples of the Beggar Gang, they at least had to be Jimmy’s people. That way, when they made money, he could share the profits with them.
After leaving the suburban locations of the two Fast Ship gun stores, he called over Boketu and a few others from the suburb to pilot the Black Hawk Helicopter over.
"Mr. Jin. See you next time." Jimmy and his group waved goodbye.
"Goodbye, Jimmy." Allen Zhang waved his hand and boarded the Black Hawk, flying away.
The General Sect Leader did not actively ask the other party for the remaining payment for the firearms; after all, he had given such a grand gift.
However, during the flight, he still received a notification of a deposit from the Armed Nation.
Allen Zhang, seeing the money was transferred from Jimmy’s car rental company, couldn’t help but sigh at how capable the kid was. A bit brash, sure, but with careful attention to detail, he had what it takes to do great things!
Jimmy was also full of admiration, boasting to his underlings, "See! That’s how capable people should act! Mr. Jin went from a penniless vagrant picking trash on the streets to a billionaire. I, Jimmy, will also become a billionaire one day! I’ll buy an armed helicopter too!"
Riding the Black Hawk Helicopter back to Green Field Manor in the outskirts of Los Angeles, it was already around dawn.
Having disembarked from the plane, Allen Zhang brazenly called Old Karl, "Hello? Slept yet? If not, let’s have some fun!"
"It’s freaking 3 am!! My private therapist told me I must sleep before midnight to spend my billions before I die!" Old Karl couldn’t help cursing.
Then his tone shifted, "But how did you know I wasn’t asleep at this hour? Hahaha! The devil may care what therapists and private doctors say! I’m their boss; they have to follow my schedule! The party I threw at the ranch just ended, and the fun is about to start again!"
Allen Zhang never expected the old man to be so wicked, sleeping even later than him, and advised, "You’d better not easily believe those private doctors recommending any of those damn longevity drugs!"
"I’d never listen to their bullshit! A shot costs 50,000 to 300,000 US dollars. That’s virtually asking for my life!" Old Karl grumbled on.
Allen Zhang felt reassured by this.
At least for now, Old Karl didn’t care about living to a ripe old age; he’d rather enjoy the moment, frolicking with several hot girls and drinking a few bottles at the bar.
It’s about habit; habits are hard to change. The future can wait.
After chatting for a few moments, Old Karl immediately wanted to come over and meet him, "I’ve got a surprise for you!"
"I’ve already seen the surprise you mentioned." Allen Zhang stood on his own manor looking at the well-maintained independent villas, barn, and stables.