Red Dead Redemption: Western Consortium

If you want to talk about the fastest way to make money in the West now, it is naturally the tobacco and alcohol business.

Relatively speaking, although tobacco is profitable, the cost is too high to be considered for the time being, and private liquor is obviously the best choice.

When I was playing games in my previous life, I also made money by playing moonshine bars online.

Therefore, David's initial plan was to engage in moonshining.

Of course, the principal of a few hundred dollars was not enough for the time being. He had to go to two places to get gold bars.

But he needed to get some sleep now.

When David woke up the next day, he planned to go to the tavern to have a look first, but it was just for a look. The top priority now was to get the gold bars first.

In Valentine there are two taverns.

One is the old tavern, the Valentine Tavern.

There is also a new Smithfield Tavern.

Because of the opening of the Smithfield Tavern, the business of the old tavern continued to decline, and more people preferred to go to the modern-style tavern.

When David walked out of the hotel, he was going to visit the old tavern first.

I happened to see Tilly Jackson being pinned against the wall by a black man in the alley, who seemed to be threatening her.

"I didn't think I would find you, Tilly."

"Whatever you do has nothing to do with me anymore...let me go! let me go!"

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

Seeing such a situation, David naturally wouldn't say ignore it and walked over directly.

"Let her go!"

David walked over and directly exposed Colt at his waist.

The black man suddenly became afraid when he saw Colt.

"Hey, man, relax, it's nothing." As he spoke, the black man let go of Tilly.

Realizing that David was not easy to mess with, the black man threatened Tilly: "You made a huge mistake, Tilly Jackson!"

Tilly scolded: "Go away!"

The black man looked at David again. He didn't want to cause trouble here, so he turned and left.

"Thank you David."

"Tilly, it's okay."

David didn't ask any questions. He knew it was the Foreman Brothers.

Tilly Jackson became an outlaw at the age of 12. Early on, Tilly joined a gang called the Foreman Brothers, but not long after, Tilly killed Anthony Fore in self-defense. Mann's cousin, and left the gang to join the Vanderlyn Gang.

"Hi, David."

Arthur's voice came not far away. Originally, Arthur came out to look for Tilly and Karen, and happened to meet them.

"Arthur, why are you alone? Where is Mike?"

"David, you know, Mike drank a lot last night and is still sleeping in the pub. I am looking for Karen. Have you seen her? I heard that she went to the hotel to gather information."

"Okay Arthur, that guy Mike is always like this. I didn't sleep near here last night, so I didn't know about Karen."

David knew about Karen's situation but didn't say much.

Arthur continued to the hotel to look for Karen, while David went directly to the Smithfield Tavern.

Here he saw Mike passed out drunk at the wine table, with Mary Beth and the uncle next to him.

Apparently, the two were watching over Mike.

"Hi, David." Mary Beth greeted David with a smile.

"Uncle, Mary, please excuse me, Mike is always like this." After David said this, he walked to the bartender and ordered three steaks, a glass of red wine, and a glass of whiskey.

"Oh, David, thank you for the whiskey, but one glass is too little." The uncle immediately became energetic when he saw the whiskey.

Whiskey is 50 cents a glass in the bar, and the uncle usually drinks ordinary medium-strength wine.

"Thank you, David."

Red wine steak is a rare treat for Mary.

"Mike still needs your help to take care of him. I am gathering information about Pinkerton. It may take some time."

David said while eating his steak.

He would take the train to Bacchus Station, where there were five gold bars waiting for him.

This is the first pot of gold.

"Don't worry David, leave Mike to us and we will bring him to the camp safely."

"But that will have to wait until Arthur comes back. You know, Mary and I can't handle this guy."

"It's just David, this glass of whiskey is not enough for me to drink." The uncle assured him, patting his chest, and finally flattered David.

The uncle himself is not involved in gang operations, so he has no source of money. He usually drinks ordinary wine in the camp.

High-strength alcoholic beverages such as whiskey and gin cost more than $200 a bottle, which is not something an uncle can afford.

Mary Beth was cutting the steak elegantly next to her, and occasionally took a sip of red wine. She looked polite and more like an upper class person, not like a gang member at all. Of course, this was also her disguise.

David smiled, took out a dollar and ordered two glasses of whiskey for his uncle again.

"Oh, generous David, thank you for the whiskey." The uncle suddenly smiled.

David looked at the sleeping Mike. It was obvious that this guy would have a hard time waking up.