50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 344 Earning a Liaison Office in Seven Days
"A month later, the young lieutenant returned, not only having turned his life around but also going from being penniless to becoming the owner of a large ranch."

"Later I learned that the young lieutenant's grandfather was a veteran, a veteran who had participated in many major wars, and was now the president of the New York Rifle Association."

"The young lieutenant received financial assistance from my grandfather and turned his life around overnight. He came here this time to repay me."

"It turns out that his grandfather had acquired a lot of war spoils in the early years of war, and he invited me to come and help with the appraisal on behalf of his grandfather."

"Because there are a lot of antiques that need to be appraised, he thought I could make a lot of money from this, so he came back specifically to schedule a time with me."

At this moment, Deputy Director Han suddenly stopped writing and interjected, "This all happened in March, why are you only reporting it now?"

"Please don't rush, I'm just talking."

"Okay, then go on."

"At the time, I thought it was just a trip to appraise some items, a matter of going and returning on the same day, so I thought I would report back after the matter was over."

"As a result, I waited for several months, and I even thought that the young lieutenant was lying to me."

"Then last month, the lieutenant suddenly contacted me and arranged a time for me to go to New York."

"It turns out that his grandfather suddenly fell seriously ill and was bedridden, so he forgot about it. Now that his grandfather's condition has improved, he contacted me."

"So at the end of the month, I went to New York."

“The way things turned out was completely beyond my expectations. His grandfather actually had tens of thousands of spoils of war, several thousand of which were valuable.”

"It took me a week to complete the appraisal, and the appraisal fee turned out to be several million."

When Lao Han heard the amount, his hand trembled, and he accidentally tore the paper.

"How much did you say?" Old Han could hardly believe his ears.

"800 million, in US dollars." Old Han felt a little dizzy upon hearing this.

Goodness, our liaison office building plus the dormitory is only worth $800 million. You, Sun Zhiwei, have made a liaison office in one go!

"What standards do you use to charge? Why is the appraisal fee so expensive?"

After Sun Zhiwei explained his pricing, Lao Han looked at him as if he were a cunning capitalist.

"Director, I was thinking of setting a high price to slow down business and avoid delaying my task completion, wasn't I?"

"It turns out that Americans are naive and rich, and they only like expensive things. I was caught off guard."

When Sun Zhiwei said this, he pretended to look regretful, which made Lao Han so angry that he wanted to hit him with a stick.

Just as he finished speaking, Old Han realized what was happening. He suddenly dropped his pen, jumped up from his seat, and rushed to Sun Zhiwei's side: "Where's the money?"

Sun Zhiwei looked at him speechlessly and said, "Director, wait until I finish speaking."

“How could anyone possibly give me that much cash? Even if they did, most of it would have to go to the IRS for taxes.”

So, how much cash did you end up with?

"$10 million."

"Only 10? 10 is not a small amount. It's better than nothing." However, compared to the 800 million mentioned earlier, Lao Han was still a little disappointed.

Before Lao Han could finish speaking, Sun Zhiwei added, "There are also two mines, two islands, a house, and a farm."

"Cough cough cough~!" Old Han choked on his breath and almost died from Sun Zhiwei's words.

"Director, are you alright?" Sun Zhiwei was startled and quickly patted Lao Han on the back a few times to help him catch his breath. "Tell me in detail."

"The lieutenant's grandfather didn't have that much cash, so he used some of his assets to pay off the expenses."

"Including an iron ore mine in Borneo, a small gold mine in California, a small island in the U.S. Virgin Islands in the Caribbean, a small island in the Northern Mariana Islands in the Central Pacific, a detached house in New York, and a farm in Maryland."

“The Borneo iron ore mine generates about $10 a year, the California gold mine generates $6 a month, and the farm has 2 acres of farmland that generate $15 a year.”

"Both islands are deserted, and houses in New York have to pay taxes every year."

"Director, I'm done speaking."

At this moment, Old Han finished recording. He put down his pen, thought carefully for a moment, and then said to him:
“According to the original regulations, all income of personnel working outside the office should be handed over to the public, but what you have acquired is fixed assets, which is obviously inappropriate.”

"There is another rule that property acquired without using state credit and resources belongs to the individual, but yours may not actually meet the requirements."

"In short, this is not something I can decide; we need to wait for a response from China."

"Director, I know, that's why I came to report as soon as I officially took over the mines in California and the farms in Maryland."

"Zhiwei, don't worry, the country will not covet an individual's legitimate income."

"But you also need to understand that the reason you can settle here and obtain this legal status to move around in the United States is because you are one of our own."

"Director, I understand, that's why I came to report the situation. I can accept whatever the domestic authorities do."

Sun Zhiwei understood perfectly well that he could have reported it when he went to New York. The reason he delayed until now was simply to wait for his old leader to come out and take charge of the work.

The old leader's boldness and magnanimity are unmatched by ordinary people; reporting it now will give us a better chance of getting the result he wants.

Besides, it's impossible not to report it; his roots are still in China.

With so many properties under his control, it's impossible for news not to have leaked out. If it were concealed and then discovered, that would be a different matter altogether.

"Director, now that we've finished discussing this matter, there's one more personal matter."

"It's a personal matter. Tell me, is there anything you need my help with?"

"It's nothing major. I just heard that the college entrance exam is going to be reinstated."

“My two children just graduated from high school this year. I want to send a letter back home to remind my husband to supervise their studies so that they don’t fall behind while I’m not home.”

"Yes, this is a big deal. Give me the letter, and I'll have them send it back to you through special channels."

"Okay, Director, how much will this cost?"

"I've used up national resources, so I should pay what I owe. I can't let you be accused of taking advantage of public resources."

"Hehe, you've got money now, so I won't stand on ceremony with you. Give me $200."

"Okay, sir, here you go." He then handed over 20 ten-dollar bills and a letter.

After receiving the money and letter, Old Han asked, "By the way, didn't you say you'd bring me tea last time? Where's the tea?"

Sun Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, he had forgotten. But he couldn't answer like that.

So he quickly said, "Hey, Director, I just got back from California. I'll find it for you later."

(End of this chapter)