America's Big Hero

"Guys, load up the bottles and get our printing presses going!" Sean yelled, holding the bottles aloft.

"Oh oh oh..." Jonas and the others yelled, and the idea of ​​the money printing machine made them very excited.

Standing in front of the machine assembly line, watching bottles of 'brandy', 'gin' and 'whiskey' being filled, the noise made by the machine became so pleasant.

This is not yet finished, and the rest needs to be done by hand, such as labeling and boxing.

These bottle labels were made by a 24-hour copy shop alone. Neji’s carton factory couldn’t do it, so Jonas brought people to do it.

The degree of simulation is 100%, which can no longer be said to be fake, that kind of printer can be used to print counterfeit banknotes.

When there was a pistol on one side of the table and $1000 on the other, the clerk wisely picked up the dollar and turned off the surveillance video in the store, although the surveillance video at this time can only save images within 12 hours.

The seven people had been busy from early morning to sunset to package all 4000 bottles of wine, and all of them were exhausted and paralyzed.

……

In the 'laboratory', all the experimental instruments on the table were cleared to one side, Sean sat at one end of the table, Saul and others sat on both sides.

"Newark has a population of 25, 60% of which are black people. There are 15 people. According to Yuri's information from them, there are more than 20 small gangs in Newark." Sean pointed to the table. The city map of Newark was spread out, with many small red dots on it, and each small red dot was an underground bar controlled by a gang.

"This is a huge market, and the annual consumption of smuggled high-end wine is more than $80."

"Our goal in the first phase is the whole of Newark. Once we occupy Newark's smuggled high-end wine market, then we will have a solid foundation."

"Why don't you target New York next door? It's so close. There are tens of millions of people there, more than 700 million people. Isn't the market bigger?" Saul asked with a frown.

"Because the market is too big, we can't target there." Sean shook his finger and said, "The five major mafia families occupying the smuggled liquor market in New York, and they have deep entanglements with New York politics, and now we are still small shrimps." , can be qualified to challenge the five major families."

"Otherwise, our bodies would be in the Hudson the next day."

Yuri nodded wildly. Since Charlie Luciano established the 'Mafia Disciplinary Committee' in Chicago in 1933, the Mafia has entered its heyday.

Today, 50 years later, the underground world of New York is still in the hands of the five major families, and depending on the situation, it will continue to be in control in the future.

"Also, do you know what it means to encircle a city from the countryside?" Sean raised his brows. "That's a great theory. It can build a huge empire, but it can't handle a small counterfeit market."

"In the future, we will control the entire New Jersey market with Newark as the center, and then, go north, enter New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts along the Hudson River, go west, enter Pennsylvania, and go south to Delaware and Maryland. , Virginia."

Sean stood up, opened his arms and said loudly: "That will be a tens of millions of market waiting for us to harvest!"

"Long live!!" Yuri and others shouted loudly.

As a lawyer, Saul felt very superior when he heard it.

After a while, the few people calmed down, and then Xiao En continued: "That's the future, now, we're going to start with the first deal, and I'll assign tasks."

"Yuri, we still need a lot of manpower in the future. Compared with those guys on the street, I trust our comrades more. Find out the whereabouts of those people in the platoon, see what they are doing, and see if they are willing to do it with us. "

"OK." Yuri gestured.

"You two stay here and don't let outsiders in."

"Ok."

"Saul, it's time for you to use your words. You take Bill and I take Jonas. Let's divide into two groups. Within two days, try to persuade those gangs." Sean smiled, " You can also expand your client base by the way, those guys are all criminals, don't need too many lawyers."

Thor shrugged. "Well, maybe that's the way too."

Chapter 15: I'm in a serious business

September 9, early morning...

Newark, at the entrance of a bar, Sean led Jonas through the door and walked in.

Passing through the crowd and coming to the bar, Sean glanced at the wine rack behind the bar. Before the bartender could ask a question, Sean said first, "I'm looking for your boss."

The bartender frowned and looked Sean up and down, "Our boss, ha, who do you think you are."

Sean smiled and said nothing, Jonas pulled off his clothes expressionlessly, and the holster at his waist leaked out.

The bartender didn't say anything more when he saw this, he walked to the side and greeted a black burly man, pointed at Xiao En and said a few words, and the black burly man walked towards this side with a fierce face.

"No matter who you are, making trouble here is courting death."

"Dude, don't be so nervous. I just came to talk to your boss about some profitable business. I think it's better for you to inform first. No one can refuse Franklin's charm, right?" Sean smiled and took it out of his pocket. A piece of Franklin gestured.

"Okay, wait a minute." The black burly man turned and walked towards the corner of the bar.

After a while, someone came to greet the two of them to go over. When they reached the corner, Sean saw a black girl with a big butt sitting on a person behind the curtain of colored glass beads.

Someone went over and said something, a bald head with a thick gold necklace poked out from the woman, looked out, and then reached out and grabbed the black girl's ass.

The black girl stood up, and the pair were exposed to the air. She stretched out her hand and pulled down the clothes that reached her neck, and jumped a few times uneasily. When she came out, she saw Sean at the door, and the black girl was taken aback. , let out a "wow" in the mouth, this kind of little white face is undoubtedly much more attractive than the black fat guy.

Just now that black burly man came up to search, Sean said loudly: "Hey, Dart, this is in your territory, are you afraid of what I will do?"

"Let this guy in," Dart said aloud.

Jonas was stopped outside, and Sean walked over by himself and sat next to the fat black Dart.

"Little boy, you'd better have a profitable business." Dart, whose arm was full of tattoos, said with a fierce face.

"Thank you for the exaggeration." Sean smiled and looked at the table, there happened to be a bottle of Camus Golden Flower brandy, "I don't know how much you get for this kind of wine, but I know it won't be less than $60 a bottle .”

"What do you want to say?" Dart frowned, feeling a little puzzled.

"45."

"what?"

"I said, this wine, 45."

"You're fucking kidding me." The black fat man leaned over and glared at Sean angrily, "You're just looking for me for a dozen dollars!"

Sean seemed to feel the other party's anger a little bit, and he still smiled and said to himself: "I can provide four different categories of this grade of wine, all of which are commonly used in bars."

"In this bar of yours, the daily consumption will not be less than 30 bottles, and the monthly sales volume will be around 1000 bottles, and each bottle will be 25% cheaper, which will allow you to earn an extra US$15000-20000 per month, which will really be in your pocket. kind of."

With that said, Sean stretched out a finger and shook it, "The most important thing is that there is no risk."

The black fat man kept blinking, 20000 US dollars, of course he was tempted, but he didn't know if what Sean said was right.

Settling accounts or something, this is making things difficult for him...

Math is simply too difficult for blacks.

This is not at all something a little sildenafine can fix.

They don't understand what kind of explosive data is when the cost price is reduced by 25%.

Dart was only moved by the figure of $20000. You know, his bar doesn't make money at all.

They also don't expect the bar itself to make much money, the bar is just a tool.

Firstly, it is used as a stronghold to show one's own strength, and secondly, it is a convenient sales place for selling all kinds of drugs, even if it is raided by the police, there is enough time for them to have a large number of people and a chaotic environment. Chance to run away and destroy evidence.

Of course, if you can make money, who would say no to it.

For a small gang like him, after a month of removing all kinds of expenses, the real amount of money in Dart's hands is really not much, 3 to 4 US dollars, never more than 5 US dollars.

This is not unusual at all. Firstly, the territory is very small, secondly, the main channel for making money is selling drugs, and thirdly, there is no independent purchase channel, and it is distributed from above, and the price of incoming goods is too high.

Of course, what's more important is that these brainless creatures don't know what business is at all. It's too high-end, and they can't understand it with their brain capacity.

This is the nature of black people. There are always so many subordinates who only eat and don't work, eating and drinking every day.

"Tell me about it, how can I earn an extra 2 yuan!" Dart moved his body and sat down next to Sean, with a smile on his face and his big white teeth gleaming.

"Do you know how many bottles of this good wine you drink in your bar every day? Brandy, whiskey, gin, rum or something." Sean smiled and I asked him.

"Uh..." Dart scratched his head and shouted a few times to the outside. Soon, a thin white guy with indifferent eyes walked in.

"Richard, how much good wine does the bar drink every day?" Dart asked aloud.

Richard was taken aback for a moment, this was too general, and he didn't know how to answer at all.

Sean reached out and patted Dart, looked at Richard and asked, "About how many bottles of wine with a purchase price of more than $40 are consumed in the bar every month."

Richard looked at Dart, saw Dart nodded, and said, "I need to see the ledger."

Dart waved and Richard walked out.

The business accounts are all managed by Richard. Dart is very relieved, not because of Richard's loyalty, but because Richard, as a white man, cannot rebel among these black people. Although chimpanzees are not smart , but the sense of territory is still very strong.

Not long after, Dart came back with the ledger. According to his ledger, Sean picked up paper, pen, and calculator and began to give Dart a lesson.

What is estimation, what is average, what is daily average, monthly average... A series of calculations to get the results, if the purchase price is reduced by 25%, it means that he can save more than 16000 out of his pocket every month Dollar.

"Isn't paying less money the same as making money?!" Sean looked at Dart with a bright smile.

Dart scratched his head in embarrassment. Although it was just a simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division and it was all written on paper, he still looked confused.

He needs time to read slowly.

Dart looks up at Richard, and Richard looks at Sean.

Sean smiled and looked into Richard's eyes. For a while, Richard nodded, "Yes, Boss Dart, he's right."

There is a question that neither of them said. If the cost is reduced by 25% and the profit can be increased by 16000 US dollars, then the bar should have a profit of 11 US dollars if it sells alcohol three times. Why is it still not making money?

Sean has nothing to do with it, and Richard can't say it.

The rivers and lakes are not only about fighting and killing, but also about the ways of the world.

Even gangsters will be very polite to someone who can make them money.

Dart bluntly asked Sean which gang he belonged to. After all, there is no serious company in this industry. Sean smiled mysteriously, "It's not important, isn't it, the first thing is to make money."

After agreeing to buy a batch of 300 bottles to test the water in three days, Sean smiled and said goodbye to Dart.

The first business deal was settled, and the two of Sean left the bar and went straight to the next gang station, completely ignoring the people Dart sent to follow behind.

What I do is serious business, aboveboard.

It's that tough.

……

Chapter 16: Trading, Undeserved Greed

"Sol, as I said a long time ago, dealing with well-dressed people is not your specialty." Sean laughed and patted Saul on the shoulder vigorously, "You are still the 'Slick Jimmy' in your bones, you are more suitable for dealing with those criminals." Molecules deal."

"You are you, and your brother is your brother. You have to take a good look at it. No one should live for others, but for themselves."

Hearing the title 'Slick Jimmy' again, the expression on Sol's face became very complicated. He really wanted to be like his brother, a well-dressed, high-society successful man, a famous lawyer.

But the reality is that he has dealt with more gangs than Sean tonight, and even made some gang bars that don't sell this kind of alcohol decide to change these types of alcohol as their main menu, as a lawyer...

This really distressed Saul. He found that he was so handy and comfortable when communicating with those out-and-out villains.

"Look at your appearance, there is nothing to worry about, your three views are very problematic." Sean spread his hands and looked at Sol.

"Whether it's a lawyer or any other profession, what is the biggest definition of success?"

"Fame and fortune!"

"Does everyone become a lawyer to maintain the fairness and justice of the law?"

"Don't talk nonsense, they are just doing it for fame and fortune."

"When you can provide other lawyers with more opportunities to make money, you will naturally accumulate more contacts, and you will naturally be able to get better plea bargain terms from the prosecutor. With enough fame and fortune, you are a successful lawyer. Lawyers, like former New York Governor Dewey."

"He framed Charlie Luciano by means, made him famous, and once hoped to become the president of the United States. This is a model of success."

"Okay, you go back and think about these things slowly." Sean took the list over, tapped the table to change the subject, "24 gangs, 14 were taken down last night, continue to work hard tomorrow night, and start trading the day after tomorrow. "

……

September 9, 4 p.m., just outside Newark.

"Dart, we meet again." Xiao En smiled and hugged the bald fat man with a big gold chain, pointed to the van parked beside him and said, "The goods are all here, you are the first to come , 300 bottles?"

Dart tilted his head and looked at the open box truck, which was full of boxes of wine. He stretched out his hand and scratched his head. He definitely couldn't figure out how much the wine was worth, but it must be a lot.

"300 bottles, Richard, give the money and pick up the goods." Taking a deep breath, Dart nodded his big bald head.

Richard stepped forward and opened the bag in his hand, revealing rolls of cash tied with rubber bands in front of Sean, all of which were worth $20 each, and a bundle of 50 cash worth $1000.

Without a money counter, Sean can only do it himself, but he likes the feeling of running over the money in his hand.

There were 15 rolls of cash, and Sean immediately picked out five rolls and checked them personally. There was nothing wrong with them, so he smiled and pulled the rolls up and threw them to Jonas behind him.

Standing aside, watching Dart's men move the drinks to his car, Dart suddenly asked, "Just the two of you?"