Chapter 152 Door-to-Door Collection After driving back to the city, Zhang Ailan took out $12000 of the $2000 profit and gave it to Sig, and received $50809 for himself, bringing his total savings back to $. Sig was asked to get off the bus and find something to do. During this time, he received a message from Dominic that someone had hired them to collect the goods at a customer's home. Zhang Ailun asked Dominic about his work content and learned that the warehouse in Apartment 1356 in the Flying Squirrel Community in District needed to be sorted out. It was exactly the same as the intelligence, so he drove there immediately. When they arrived at the agreed location, Aitou Street, they saw Dominic standing at the intersection from afar. Zhang Ailun parked the car nearby and picked him up, and the two drove to the community again. After arriving at the community, we found that there were security guards at the door. When they saw the arrival of an unfamiliar vehicle with an unregistered license plate number, they immediately came out to intercept it and did not let them enter the community directly. Zhang Ailun could only ask Dominic to notify the owner. They called their employer in front of the community gate and a mature female voice came from the phone. She explained the situation to the security personnel, and the staff let them enter the community after understanding the reason. The construction work of the Flying Squirrel community is also quite good. It has an independent park, sports venues, and infrastructure. It is a mid-range community with much better conditions than most slum communities. Zhang Ailun drove to Apartment 1356. The owner, a lady who looked to be in her early s, had been waiting outside. When she got out of the car, the two men came forward and greeted her warmly. "Hello ma'am, we are staff members of the Alfred Recycling Station. My name is Dominic and this is my colleague Juan King. May I ask if you are the one who called to make an appointment for the recycling job?" Dominic asked.

"Yes, my name is Daishan. I have a warehouse of waste that needs to be disposed of. Wasn't it always old Carl who came to collect the waste in the past?" Daishan asked in confusion. "Old Carl has retired, so we took over his recycling station, and we will be responsible for all the door-to-door recycling work in the future," Dominic explained with a smile. "So that's how it is. Then come with me." Daishan nodded and walked with the two of them to the other side of the apartment. She took out the key and opened the door of the warehouse, which was filled with boxes, various crates, discarded items and the like. Dai Shan explained, "These things were left by my ex-husband. They are of no use to me. The property management department prohibits placing electronic waste outside to avoid polluting the community environment, so I can't leave these things at the door for others to recycle. I can only ask you to come and deal with them. The last time I asked Old Carl to come was half a year ago." God knows how you got divorced in just half a year. "Ma'am, may I ask what your ex-husband does for a living?" Zhang Ailun opened the box and asked as he looked at the piles of graphics card IC chips and discarded memory sticks inside. "He was a programmer who worked in an electronics factory, but he resigned for some reason. He used to bring home some broken electronic waste from the factory, and most of the time he would repair them himself and sell them on the second-hand page of Opportunity Network. But since I divorced him, these things have become useless, and I can't deal with them myself," Dai Shan explained. "Just follow the agreed price of $50 and help me get rid of these things." "OK, no problem." Zhang Ailun nodded in agreement. The market price for door-to-door recycling is generally around US$40-80, and the same price is also charged for Old Carl. He reminded again: "Before we recycle it, I suggest you check carefully whether there is anything you need in it. We will deal with it immediately after we take it away, and it cannot be retrieved." "No need. I've checked many times. These are all old antiques. Only an Apple computer from the last century can run them, but it has long been eliminated from the market. It was specially designed for games. I feel disgusted when I look at these electronic wastes for even a second. Please dispose of these wastes as soon as possible. I will pay you a reward. I have to go to work in the company in the afternoon." After saying that, Daishan turned around and went into the room to take care of her own business. Zhang Ailun and Dominic looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves and started moving the goods. These boxes of waste circuit boards and chips contain precious metals, gold, silver, platinum, tin, lead, and steel. They are of little use to ordinary people, but are valuable items in the recycling industry. But the quantity is too small, and the cost of refining it by ourselves is not enough. It is more appropriate to sell it to resource recycling companies, and they will only make a profit from the difference as middlemen. A kilogram of electronic waste only costs a few dozen dollars, and here it is worth about two hundred dollars. If the scale is about 35000 mobile phones, it is still more profitable to refine it yourself. But forget about this amount of goods, the labor and material costs are not enough. Soon the boxes and the electronic waste inside were processed, and the warehouse was cleaned up. Zhang Ailun also loaded the Apple computer into the car, thinking it should be worth a few hundred dollars. The most important thing is those solid-state drives. He doesn’t know which one can be used and which one contains BTC. He can only go back and test them one by one.

Deciphering the code requires more professional people to handle it. Zhang Allen is going to seek help from Blitz, the godfather of Los Angeles hackers! After Dominic and I finished dealing with the waste, we told Deshan that the work was done. Deshan came out to check the warehouse and was very satisfied with their service. She settled the recycling fee of $50. The two took the money and recorded it in the recycling station's general ledger. Today, Dominic had recycled almost $100 worth of cans at the recycling station. Zhang Ailun drove the boxes of electronic waste back to the recycling station, sent Dominic back, and then took out his cell phone to contact Blitz. Knowing that the other party was not at work today and was doing network maintenance work in Jason's basement, he simply went to the community to find them with a box of solid-state drives. Arriving at the familiar community, Zhang Ailun saw the black lady at the door again. The other party recognized him at a glance. Before the other party could block his way, Zhang Ailun decisively notified Jason to pick him up. Zhang Ailun: That black lady who can sit on me to death is here to cause trouble for me again, come out and pick me up quickly! After receiving the news, Jason immediately ran out to help the leader and explained to the other party. The black lady looked at him with disdain: "Do you think I didn't recognize this Asian guy? I was just curious and wanted to see where he got this car from. You white guy are so secretive all day long and I don't know what you are doing. You better not let me catch you!" Zhang Ailun and Jason were a little speechless. You are the West Coast version of Chaoyang citizens. But I didn't argue with him and drove to the rental house. I got out of the car and moved a box of SSDs to the basement. After driving here, Zhang Ailun saw large and small bags of sorghum seeds being processed and packaged in batches. The two Mohawk-haired brothers who had met me once before were wearing masks, rubber gloves, and aprons, and they were packing the sorghum seeds filtered from the machine in plastic bags in batches, with the exhaust fans above their heads humming. The indoor environment was not stuffy, but it looked like a greenhouse. Fitz sat next to him, operating a second-hand laptop. When someone placed an order, he packed the boxes, put mailing labels on them, and waited for the mailing company to pick up the goods. "Aren't you selling sorghum seeds? You really turned it into a leaf planting base." Zhang Ailun was shocked. "We must be professional in everything we do! If we don't tell anyone, who would know what we do? Others may think we are dealing drugs, but we are actually selling sorghum seeds. We are not afraid of being checked. We actually sell sorghum seeds, but many people who see these facilities online will definitely think we are selling castor seeds!" Jason was very proud. He waved and led Zhang Ailun into the cubicle. Zhang Ailun also saw several second-hand computers running programs. The robot software was automatically replying, posting good reviews, and deleting posts. Blitzcrank was sitting next to the host computer, writing program code. Turning back, I saw Zhang Allen also smiling and greeting him, "Alan, do you want me to help you check your SSD?" "Yes, these things were collected by Dominic and I. Some of them may have been damaged, but some should still be usable. I feel there may be some good things in them." Zhang Ailun placed a box of solid-state drives next to him. Blitz took a look, grabbed a handful and looked at them carefully. The hard drives had a memory capacity of 500 GB and 1 TB, and 2 TB was relatively rare. The gold fingers on the edges of some solid state drives were black. Puzzled, "Why do I feel like these have been mined?" Without the high computing power, it is impossible for ordinary people to use cheat codes so badly. The wear and tear of a graphics card that you have used normally for ten years is completely incomparable to that of a graphics card that has been used in a mining room for half a year. “The graphics cards we collected did show signs of mining. Apparently the previous owner used them for mining for a period of time, but we don’t know if he made any money. The other party was a programmer in an electronics factory and would bring home some defective electronic waste every day,” said Zhang Ailun. "That's not surprising. Many programmers have side jobs and work with others to mine. Hackers set up Trojan viruses on websites to invade and use other people's computers to mine for themselves. There are also some second-hand repair work." Blitz nodded. "In fact, most graphics cards and chips on the market are defective. The more complete graphics card chips are made into the 4090 series, the defective ones are made into the 3070, and the more defective ones are made into the 3060, and even lower-end graphics cards and so on." Blitz explained: "Most people buy graphics cards to play games, so the computing power is wasted. It's a waste anyway. The assembly line produces so many chips at a time. Only a few relatively complete chips are qualified to be used in the military industry and the computing power rooms of large enterprises. Ninety-nine percent of the ordinary graphics cards purchased by ordinary people on the market are defective."

"Then can you help me decipher these solid-state drives? If there are good things in them, I will definitely give you some of the profits!" Zhang Ailun said. "no problem." Blitz readily agreed, took out some instruments from the hangar next to him, installed the solid-state drives one by one, connected them to the computer, opened the small program he wrote, and started to use it. It can test whether thirty hard drives are intact at the same time. The software program lit up and quickly swiped through a large area, showing that only three of the thirty SSDs were intact and could be used. Blitz removed the discarded hard drives and threw them into the trash can next to him, then continued to install a batch of new solid-state drives for retesting. The usable ones were stored on them, while the unusable ones were removed and replaced with other hard drives for testing. This process repeated over and over again for almost half an hour, and in the end only 64 of the solid-state drives in the box were usable. However, there is no guarantee that each of these 64 SSDs contains a complete system and valuable items. Blitz continued testing, opening multiple system split-screen pages in succession. Some of them had black screens directly indicating system damage, and some had distorted screens. In the end, only a dozen solid-state drive systems and storage files were relatively intact. Blitz swiped through batch after batch, continuously opening directory roots, until he hit a wall in the encryption of a folder with an unknown code written on it. Blitz was a little surprised. "This file has been encrypted with a key. I guess there must be something good in it!" Zhang Ailan and Jason also came over curiously, but even the encrypted file could not stop Blitzcrank's invasion. After trying for a few minutes, he quickly deciphered the password. When I clicked on it, I found that there were three stored data, which together amounted to about bitcoins. "Bitcoin!? Man, you're rich!!" Jason shouted excitedly. Zhang Ailun remained calm and looked at the remaining SSDs. "Is this the only SSD with Bitcoin? There should be some encrypted files on the others, right?" "You'll know when I find it." Blitzcrank was also a little happy. He didn't expect that this pile of unwanted solid-state drives contained virtual currency. Blitz tested several other SSDs and encountered new barriers and encrypted files. It took him half an hour to decipher them. He opened the root directory and took a look. He was a little speechless. "There are 200gb of private selfies in here..." Zhang Ailun and Jason also admired the private selfies and found that the heroine was not Daishan. The hero was a tall and thin white man wearing glasses. It was not known whether he was Daishan’s ex-husband. Blitz continued to decipher other encrypted files and soon found new storage data. He laughed and said, "Another BTC. Together with the previous one, the total is Bitcoin!" Jason immediately took out his mobile phone and started searching for today's price of Bitcoin, which was . Compared with yesterday's price, it had dropped significantly. The price of Bitcoins was US dollars. I have to say that the volatility of the market is really scary, with a new price every day. I wonder how many short-term leveraged guys have been fooled and are starting to lose money. Blitz extracted the Bitcoin, stored it on a USB drive, and reset a key. Functionally, it is equivalent to a cold wallet, but the second withdrawal requires manual operation on the computer through the Internet. Asked: "Do you need me to help you sell it?" "No need to sell offline?" Zhang Ailun asked in surprise: "Jennifer and I sold Bitcoin once yesterday, and the other party asked us to trade offline." "If you want cash, you do need to trade offline. If you want to pay with online banking, you need to trade online or directly convert it into USDT." Blitz said, "But I don't recommend you to store USDT or hold Bitcoin, because I feel it will fluctuate for a while and will continue to fall by at least 5 points." "If you can help me find a reliable buyer, I certainly don't mind doing the transaction offline." Zhang Ailun readily agreed. He had not originally planned to hold this virtual currency. If he had not sold it in time yesterday, he would have lost hundreds of dollars when he woke up today. Who could bear this? Blitz immediately logged into the website using Jason's account, started looking for buyers, and contacted the other party.

"Done, they're willing to pay $19000 for the bitcoins, and we agreed to meet in the underground parking lot in the sixth district." (End of this chapter)