America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 357 - 197 Don’t Mess with Texans_2

"Sorghum seeds can be sold for money?"

Shadi was a bit puzzled.

"We mix sorghum seeds as fake castor seeds to sell, of course, it makes a lot of money," Jimmy said.

"But the risk is also high, it’s easy to offend people, but jobs that don’t offend people don’t make money, you’ll even get into fights begging or picking up trash in the street. Unless you do nothing and just want to be a waste."

Jimmy added: "But even if you do nothing, people will still bully you. So, either don’t do it or go bigger and harsher!"

Shadi glanced at Allen Zhang, feeling that the General Sect Leader’s friend was deeper than imagined.

Soon, people outside loaded the artistic body molds and sports equipment onto the truck. Jimmy also asked for the delivery addresses.

Shadi provided him with the delivery address for the artworks, then sent Jimmy the addresses of the sports equipment destined for the Black people’s gym.

"Okay, let your people get on my truck and take those legit artworks downtown, and we drive to the gym in the suburbs to finish this job."

Jimmy instructed his subordinates, started the Bentley, turned the car around, and sped away from the airport.

Jason was sitting in a pickup truck behind, also responsible for escorting the sports equipment.

The private plane was temporarily parked on the apron, with pilots staying to watch over it.

Halfway through, Jimmy drove to a small town, stopped the car roadside, took out his mobile phone to contact his friend, and soon saw a youth carrying two AKs coming over, knocking on the window, and stuffing the guns into the passenger seat.

"Return them to me when you’re done. If there’s a killing, you’d better deal with them yourself."

"Don’t worry. When have I ever caused trouble for you guys?" Jimmy said, waved his hand, and drove off from the town.

Allen Zhang looked at the two AKs on the passenger seat, which didn’t even have serial numbers, and spotted through the window that the two youths also had pistols at their waists, amazed, he said: "Is it really that chaotic around here?"

"During the day it’s somewhat better downtown, but if you go to secluded or suburban areas at night, I can’t guarantee safety," Jimmy said nonchalantly, after all this is Texas, the homeland of Western cowboys and Rednecks.

Just like Florida doesn’t support idlers, Texas’ ranching is also booming, guess why there are fewer Black people in Texas compared to other states?

Black people are even scarcer in Deep Red States. The majority of Black people’s activity is mainly found in Blue States.

A century ago, Texas was shooting guns almost every day, not on horseback shooting then travelling aiming to shoot, who could tolerate that?

Even Zero-Dollar Purchasing here requires great courage, undisciplined Black people simply can’t survive.

Allen couldn’t help but remark, the difficulty of surviving here was not on the same level as in Los Angeles, California, just the law allowing carrying guns openly gave everyone the green light.

No need to record fingerprints, no need to assess certifications, no need for precise accuracy, anyone can buy a gun and carry it on the street. The firearm shops here really do good business!

Soon, Jimmy drove into the suburbs and reached the transaction location, parking in front of a gym retail store. It wasn’t located in the downtown area, but there were still buildings around, not many people moving around, being a semi-developed area.

Shadi called the contact, who after connecting, spoke in a thick accent: "Hey, this is Jim’s Gym, what’s up?"

"Hello, I’m from Razer company, we have your parcel, the sports equipment for the gym."

After Shadi finished, the Black man on the other end fell silent for a few seconds, seemingly confirming with others, soon he replied: "What car did you drive? Is that Bentley outside yours? Ok, someone will come on a motorcycle, follow him with the goods into the alley for the transaction."

After saying that, he hung up.

Shadi shrugged her shoulders, looking at Allen Zhang, "It seems this batch of goods is even more unreliable than I thought."

"If you chose to honestly transport your artworks, there’s no need to get involved in this kind of business, not profitable and highly risky, personally coming over to escort the goods is even a wrong choice," Allen Zhang said.

"I’ve employed you guys, right? You’re professionals." Shadi smiled, "I’m making quite a bit from this deal, several thousand dollars!"

"Bullets don’t see," Allen Zhang thought, just employing us to escort costs $80,000, how much can you really make?

Seems like you’re losing money on this deal, is this how you do business?

Soon a Black man walked out of the gym, looking around, then rode up on a motorcycle, driving into a narrow lane.

Seeing this, Jimmy followed behind, signaling the cargo-carrying pickup truck to keep up.

The motorcycle led the way, through twists and turns they arrived at an outdoor parking lot, drove in, Jimmy followed, and upon entering saw several young Black people playing basketball. There were also some abandoned old cars parked inside.

The leaders, sporting tracksuits, were arching jump shots, bulging at the waist with crooked guns.

Upon seeing the Bentley and the pickup truck pulling up in the parking lot, they talked to the Black man on the motorcycle for a bit before coming over to greet, "Hey! Guys, the goods Jim ordered are in your truck, right?"

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