America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

End of Chapter 388

A few days later, on Jehovah Island, Zhang Ailun was fishing with several girls on a private yacht that Gwen had bought for over $200 million, and unusually, it wasn't secondhand.

After all, the Grand Master now has so much money he doesn't know what to do with it. His vault is filled with gold alone, and various antiques and paintings have been consigned and sold at auctions. News has also spread from Silver Island that he has mined a lot of new silver and gold coins.

The leader's wealth index is rising day by day. Although the antique collections left on the island are all fakes, they are enough to fool unsuspecting people. They can't recognize them. Even if they come across them in a museum or in the home of a wealthy person, they will only think that the island leader is rich and powerful.

The ones in the museum are fake! The ones here, from the Chief's place, are real.

In such a chaotic place as Jehovah Island, the Grand Master wouldn't dare to put a bunch of real stuff on his island like Madison did. Although ordinary petty thieves wouldn't dare to mess with him, even if there was real gold and silver, it would still be strictly guarded, with people on duty 24 hours a day.

Zhang Ailun sat on the yacht, listening to Zorro's mission report and summary. After they finished dealing with the matter, they went to lay low and travel around. Once the incident had stopped causing a stir, they all returned and informed the leader of the mission details, requesting the remaining mission bonus.

"You did a good job. If I encounter any more trouble in the future, I will definitely ask you to do it again."

Zhang Ailun praised, "Go to the Newport Villa and find Dominic. He will give you the reward for the mission. If he's not there, go to the Green Letter Containment Center or the Hamburg Foundation and find Reina. I've already notified them in advance, so they know what to do."

Zorro received the next mission instructions and immediately led his men to begin operations.

After chatting with a few more people, Zhang Ailun simply hung up the phone. Turning his head, he looked at the scantily clad girls; Jennifer and Eileen were running around on the yacht, chasing and flirting. He thought to himself, "This kind of life is truly wonderful."

In the past few days, in addition to resolving his relationship with Simone, the leader also took the time to visit Parker Recycling Company, where he increased the salaries of outstanding employees and instructed Dominic to increase investment in the streets. He also purchased more than a dozen recycling stations in the nearby neighborhood and recruited some new staff.

The pharmaceutical company will have billions of dollars in dividends in the future!

The leader also gave a five-star review to the men's products made with tree bark powder after trying them, since they were very helpful during the trip!

However, since similar blue pills already exist on the market, although they all have special ingredients, the competition is still quite fierce, and the pharmaceutical market has been almost monopolized by conglomerates. After considering this, the leader decided not to develop and launch the product, keeping it only for his own people.

After enjoying a leisurely cruise in the waters near Jehovah Island, Zhang Ailun ordered the Beggar Clan disciples piloting the yacht to head back, as the weather had suddenly turned sour. Dark clouds obscured the sun, threatening rain and possibly even strong winds.

That's the downside of California. Every year, around the same time of year, there are hurricanes and wildfires. The West Coast's generally flat terrain can't effectively block typhoons, so you just have to take them on. Although Jehovah Island isn't directly affected, it's still somewhat impacted when hurricanes are frequent.

But are wildfires really just spontaneous combustion?

It could be a purely natural, spontaneously combusting wildfire, but the possibility of a wildfire spontaneously combusting is unlikely.

Like fire.

After Jennifer and the others saw the yacht transferring money to prepare to return to Jehovah Island, they all expressed different opinions, feeling that they hadn't had enough fun and pleading with the leader to play a little longer.

Zhang Ailun silenced the dissenting voices, saying, "Alright, stop arguing. Encountering a typhoon at sea with torrential rain is no joke. Even warships have to temporarily move to the side to avoid being affected by a tsunami. Our private yacht is only used for sightseeing and tourism; it has absolutely no resistance to strong winds and heavy rain. Do you want to be capsized and fed to sharks?"

"California is under a full yellow alert. A major hurricane is expected to pass through in the next couple of days, and there might be another sudden downpour like last time, causing widespread water and power outages in slums and poor neighborhoods, triggering riots among those buying things for free." Olivia was also deeply concerned about this.

"Don't worry, I've already informed our people. Dominic and Sieg will handle it." Zhang Ailun said, "Blitz noticed the California weather forecast a couple of days ago and told me in advance that work should be stopped and people should take leave as needed, as long as our people aren't affected. If all else fails, they can go to Newport Villa. No matter how chaotic it gets, it's just a riot in the poor streets. They won't even be able to get into the gates of the rich area before they're driven away."

After listening to him, the girls felt that what he said made a lot of sense, and they stopped clamoring to continue their sea voyage. The Beggars' Sect disciples then set sail back home.

Soon, the private speedboat entered the harbor. Zhang Ailun led the group off the boat and landed on Jehovah Island. From afar, they saw Gwen carrying a black, furry object as she walked towards them. "Boss, you're back?"

Zhang Ailun nodded. "The weather isn't good today; there's a storm warning, so we'll have to change our plans. Remember to have someone prepare raincoats tonight and check that all the drainage outlets on the island are working properly. I don't want my villa to be flooded."

"The villas are all built on high ground, how could they possibly be flooded by a rainstorm? Don't worry, boss, I already had people check all the drainage outlets. Jehovah Island also has measures in place to deal with severe weather. Leave it to me," Gwen replied. "It's just that this little guy is a bit naughty, always running around and making noise. Half an hour ago, he slipped out again when no one was looking. When we found him, we found him with that lab pig."

"Then let's just leave it alone. Anyway, there's a tracking chip in its subcutaneous tissue. There are only so many places on the island where it can run around. In other places, even if it works itself to death, it can't get over the electric fence. At most, it can only run around in the forest area."

Zhang Ailun patted the little black leopard's head. After being carefully nurtured by the staff of Collection Island Zoo, it was ready to be weaned, and all its physical signs were normal; otherwise, it wouldn't have been sent here.

"It can eat a whole chicken a day now. I really don't know how big its appetite will be in a few months," Gwen reported. "I don't know why, but it always likes to go looking for that pig."

"Maybe it's because it doesn't have any playmates? If you have time, remember to buy a few more trained Labrador Retrievers and keep them on the island. This will not only improve the island's armed security but also give it some companions." Zhang Ailun offered a solution after thinking about it. "If there are any other interesting animals later, I will buy them for the island so it won't be lonely."

After hearing this, Gwen felt that it was indeed a reliable solution, and immediately agreed and prepared to do so.

Meanwhile, the sheet metal crew sent someone to report that the F-16s were fully assembled, had completed test flights, and had found a buyer. Construction on the destroyers also officially began.

Zhang Ailun found it strange that neither Jennifer nor Erin had gone to work, and the Thunderbolt Nation on Sig's side had not placed any new orders, so who ordered these fighter jets?

I immediately asked the other party to find out what was going on.

The sheet metal workers replied that the buyer was someone Captain Spike and Jimmy from Texas had arranged to sell a line in South America. There was an armed movement going on in their area, so the government urgently needed some powerful firepower. The buyer was also a billionaire, who was Jimmy's online client. He had rented a car while traveling in Texas earlier this year and was worried that his assets would be looted by those shrewish people who had escaped from the slums, so he decided to invest his own money in the military.

After listening to the assessment and description, Zhang Ailun was a little speechless, but also relieved, at least it wasn't some kind of bait-and-switch scheme.

It's unbelievable that even in 20xx, people are still playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) in South America. And Jimmy is really something else. A guy who rents cars and sells fake leaves managed to hook up with a client who is worth hundreds of millions and even successfully sold him a large batch of weapons.

That customer was really something else; he actually believed that a car rental company owner could get him a fighter jet. What's even more unbelievable is that the car rental company owner actually had that kind of connection!

Because he knew the Grand Master.

There's a lot to complain about, but the leader doesn't know how to start complaining for a while.

After all, the whole world is a giant makeshift operation, consisting of one person who dares to buy and another who dares to sell.

"I understand. Send the driver to deliver the goods to the designated location as soon as possible. How much did Jimmy get for this order?" Zhang Ailun nodded and asked.

"It was a deal worth about forty million US dollars. The F-16 fighter jet was sold at the market price for retired aircraft, slightly overpriced. But we also covered the fuel costs and after-sales maintenance and support services. Each repair only costs less than one hundred thousand US dollars, which is very affordable!" the sheet metal worker answered truthfully.

After hearing this, Zhang Ailun was unsure whether to praise Jimmy for his business acumen or call him a heartless and unscrupulous businessman who deserved to be hung from a lamppost.

Damn, are all people named Jimmy these days really all black inside?

Even if the leader sells a retired second-hand F-16 through the legitimate channels of the Armed Nation, he can only make a profit of a little over ten million. Although it is purchased in bulk, the assembly and labor costs are still very high. Only the leader has the talent in this area. However, the market price of this aircraft is at most a little over twenty million.

You dare sell it for 35 million? You'd make a whopping 30 million in profit!

But he actually bought it?

crooked day.

"Send me their chat history." The leader was starting to have doubts about life, wondering if he had been too kind. Was money really that easy to earn? Sure enough, while people with a conscience could make money, people without a conscience could make even more.

The sheet metal worker immediately sent the chat log to the leader, and Zhang Ailun fell silent after reading it. It's hard to imagine that the two people playing on their phones at the time were even human.

Customer: @%:）【%】—+@?

Jimmy: 69426657965:).

Customer: jkhdvjkkkf566_?

Jimmy: 415526 (^.^)!

Spike: ghjjkl, $3500 million!

Zhang Ailun was starting to question his existence. Was this some kind of new-age Morse code?

"What are they saying? Apart from the 3500 million, I can't understand a single word. Is this even English?" The leader was a little puzzled.

The sheet metal worker glanced at it and said seriously, "Boss, that's right, it's meant to be incomprehensible. If anyone could understand the chat logs, wouldn't this transaction be easily cracked?"

"Get Spike over here. I need to ask him what he means by this." Zhang Ailun was completely baffled and could only send someone to call the person in charge.

The sheet metal worker immediately got to work, and Spike arrived shortly after. "Commander, did you need me?"

"Well, it's nothing major. I heard you and Jimmy found a client and sold a fighter jet. I'd like to know more about it," Zhang Ailun praised. "You did a great job. If this deal goes smoothly, you'll both get a generous commission and bonus!"

Spike beamed and immediately began to explain to the Grand Master, "The specific process wasn't anything special. It was just a matter of need and availability, so the deal was struck. Jimmy somehow learned that the client liked to study various languages, including the alien languages ​​circulating online. He then had AI simulate and learn to translate those languages, enabling him to communicate with the client. This earned him the client's great trust."

"After learning that the other party needed weapons, he asked me to act as an officer at the military base, responsible for showing him the regular military weapons that were available for sale to reassure him. I showed him our combat ships and destroyers, and after a while we got to know each other, he decided to place an order with us," Spike replied.

"So that's how it is. No wonder it didn't sound like human language." Zhang Ailun nodded. "You did a good job. Go on with your work. The missions on Jehovah Island are no easier than those on Treasure Island. Don't slack off on your daily patrols."

"Understood!" Spike saluted and immediately turned to leave.

The other side had just returned a day ago with the same crew aboard a littoral combat ship, along with some gold and silver coins. The operations and security there no longer required the Grand Master to send anyone to supervise; they only needed to report their mining targets daily. Thanks to the Grand Master's "money magic," they had already pledged their loyalty!

With money, everything is negotiable.

Then it's time to agree to distribute the profits to friends... to make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible.

Watching Spike leave, Zhang Ailun was in a great mood and took the girls back to the villa by car.

"I made a lot of money today, girls, it's on me. Remember to order any of your favorite foods online! They'll be flown in directly from the port."

"Great! I want Australian lobster!"

"I want to eat Italian grilled sausage."

"Eating too much meat can easily lead to weight gain, so I only need a vegetable salad."

The group chattered excitedly, and Zhang Ailun, watching them eagerly place orders on their phones, said, "Girls, I'm craving abalone. Is there anyone kind enough willing to donate some?"

"Yes, darling, which kind of abalone would you like to eat?" the girls asked with smiles.

"Only children make choices. I want them all!" Zhang Ailun replied humorously.

……

Another half month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The system update took longer than the Grand Master had anticipated, but at least it was completed in time.

Zhang Ailun sat up in the king-size bed, looking at the torrential rain outside. He wondered if he could remember ever experiencing such a storm before, which had been pouring down for more than ten days.

I glanced at the news reports from various disaster areas on my phone. Washington D.C. was overrun. California wildfires. Miami floods. UFOs in New Jersey.

Good news: wildfires in various places have been extinguished as soon as they started.

Bad news: the city is flooded, and there are unidentified flying objects flying around overhead!

Can you believe this torrential rain has been going on for half a month?

"What's it to me?" Zhang Ailun didn't comment on it. Anyway, he had no worries about food and drink on the island, and Jehovah Island was still safe. He took out his phone, opened the upgraded intelligence system, and browsed through it.

[System upgrade complete. Intelligence acquisition now refreshes daily, and records both historically fixed and future speculative intelligence, including information on human civilization, military industry, international affairs, commerce, biology, science fiction, etc.]

There were so many different kinds that it was dazzling to look at.

I casually clicked on the intelligence report.

【军工类情报（A级）：利比亚前任总统曾将核试验资料与一批原材料藏匿在利比亚东部的军火库及地下机库内。坐标位于355.54.159。地下室机库密码为D54v64j24k00，输入三次密码错误将会引动自毁模式的芥子毒气。】

Zhang Ailun: ?

[Business Intelligence (Level A): ArcTech, in private discussions with the Fiberhome Investment Foundation, will conduct financial operations to continuously increase the stock prices of three selected stocks over the next 15 days, making a small investment at a price of $4.62. The expected future return is 1500%.]

[Business Intelligence (Level A): A lottery outlet in Miami, Florida, is giving away free tickets for every ten draws, with a potential jackpot of $1.2 million.]

[International Intelligence (Level A): The Pentagon's future strategy for the Asia-Pacific situation includes the following measures and overseas colonization operations...]

[Bio-related news: A Montana-based pharmaceutical company has transformed its business, independently developing brain-computer interfaces and chip implants to help restore vision in the blind. The startup team currently lacks investors, but could potentially generate over $10 billion in revenue over the next 30 years, benefiting millions of blind people.]

[Science Fiction Intelligence (Level A): Mars Colonization Project...]

[Science Fiction Intelligence (Level A): Lunar Colonization Project...]

[Science Fiction Intelligence (Level A): A Summary of Biotechnology Company's Research Progress on Extending Human Lifespan and Neurological Theories on Prosthetics...]

After reviewing the above information, Zhang Ailun remained silent for a long time. "Is this even an intelligence system? What the hell are you doing here?"

Mars colonization, lunar colonization, and biotech companies extending lifespan? Is this cyberpunk?

After calming down and analyzing the situation rationally, I thought for a long time, then immediately put on my clothes, took out my phone, and dialed a number.

Stepping onto the balcony, gazing at the torrential rain and the churning clouds on the horizon, I thought, "Sieg..."

(End of this chapter)