America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 229 - 154 Charitable Donation

After securing a pass for the Rich District, Olivia took Allen Zhang around to familiarize him with the environment, such as the recycling and cleaning areas.

Their main responsibility was to collect recyclables and waste door-to-door, while the sanitation and cleaning were contracted out to the people from the Municipal Bureau, like free removal of leaves and weeds, which could be taken to a fertilizer plant to make organic fertilizer.

After understanding the recycling work that needed to be dealt with, Allen Zhang also asked Olivia, "Which recycling station did that group of people belong to?"

The Crown District is divided into three sections, ABC, with the property management and security departments located in section B, as well as the recycling center. Sections A and C house the villas where the residents live, and non-staff members are not allowed to wander around without permission.

"They’re from a nearby Wasp recycling station, recruited by the previous supervisor. I’m not very familiar with them; they’ve worked here for two or three years and are considered senior outsourced employees. However, an incident of a privacy breach occurred a few days ago. One of the homeowners lost a USB drive containing private information. Although they found it during the recycling process, they did not report it as per the rules. Instead, they secretly kept the private information, which made our supervisor very unhappy," Olivia explained.

"In the eyes of the homeowners, those who work in recycling are all our internal staff. If there is anything valuable, we first need to confirm whether the customer still wants it. For example, some electronic devices and special items. If the customer no longer needs it, we take it away for processing, whether it’s sold on the second-hand market or kept for personal use."

"So you’re saying, even if the recycling station has a contract for the Rich District, the profit isn’t as high as one might think? Even with gold and diamonds, do they need to report them first?"

Allen Zhang was a bit puzzled; he had thought he would have direct access to a treasure chest and wondered how Dominic had managed to climb over the wall into the Rich District.

"Not necessarily, after all, some things are thrown into the trash because the owner wants to discard them. The main thing is to check if there is anything that involves customer privacy. Other items like gold, diamonds, watches, they don’t care about and don’t require special reporting because you really don’t know how wealthy the rich are."

Olivia said, "Our property department actually had internal positions for recycling work, but in order to be lazy and save some money, we directly outsourced the recycling work to you guys. If you find something valuable, you can choose to report it or take it away depending on the situation. If it’s a mechanical or electronic product, you must ensure that it does not contain any customer’s private items."

"Got it," Allen Zhang nodded. It seems like, wherever you are, you make money by exploiting loopholes and bugs. Otherwise, what can one do with a pitiful few thousand US dollars as a salary each month?

After briefly understanding the nature of the job, knowing that he didn’t need to deal with trash every day, Allen Zhang didn’t want to delay Olivia from going to work. After bidding her farewell with a kiss, he simply left. He planned to have David and Gate come here to work tomorrow to familiarize themselves.

Driving out of the Crown District’s gate, the road was clear. However, Allen Zhang hadn’t driven two streets before he felt like he was being followed. Through the rearview mirror, he saw a garbage truck with a local license plate and a Wasp sticker on the front bumper.

Knowing these guys must be from the Wasp recycling station and understanding their intentions, Allen Zhang deliberately turned the steering wheel and took a smaller road, heading straight for the suburbs.

The pursuers were quick to follow, with two worn-out Ford pickup trucks overtaking the garbage truck to try to pass Allen Zhang’s Jeep from both sides, aiming to force him to stop.

The people in the trucks pointed and muttered through the glass, unclear about what they were saying.

Allen Zhang glanced at them, pressed the accelerator, the engine roared, and he sped away, leaving them dozens of meters behind, making them choke on his Jeep’s exhaust.

"Fuck!" The people from the Wasp recycling station felt extremely frustrated, punching the steering wheel as they seemed to give up pursuing since they couldn’t keep up.

"This guy sure can run!"

"Buddy, no way, that’s a Jeep. Much more powerful than the old pickup we’re driving," the person in the passenger seat also felt dejected, realizing that the baseball bat in their bag was not going to be used, although they had wanted to teach a lesson to the person who had stolen their business.

Just as they thought about turning back, they soon saw the Jeep slowing down and bridging the gap between them?

Allen Zhang rolled down the window, wearing sunglasses, chewing gum, resting his arm out, and provocatively beckoning them with a flick of his finger.

"Come with me!" He accelerated away again.

The people from the Wasp recycling station were so angry that their noses were askew, gripping the steering wheel tight and angrily staring at the Jeep’s taillights, "Fuck you! I’ll make you regret this!"

They floored the accelerator. The two vehicles, one ahead of the other, raced on the secluded roads leading to the outskirts, leaving the cumbersome garbage truck far behind. Soon they reached a deserted area on the outskirts.

Observing his surroundings, Allen Zhang saw a corner on the right side ahead and immediately spun the tail of his car to turn around, hiding in a small grove to park.

He took out a pistol and submachine gun from his tactical chest bag, assembled them, and holstered them at his waist, then pulled a bullet-proof vest out of the black bag on the back seat and put it on himself.