Red Dead Redemption: Western Consortium

Valentine.

The day after David left.

Donal rented a carriage and went to the moonshine house and pulled over 495 bottles of wine.

The reason why there are 495 bottles is because Benedict wants to keep three bottles.

Logically speaking, Donal had to pay David $742.5 first, but he didn't have that much money, but David allowed him to sell the wine first and settle the bill later.

According to David's instructions, Donal first came to the Valentine Police Station.

"Oh, Donal, how do you feel about working with Mr. Callander now?"

Deputy Sheriff Graf was sunbathing at the door. Most of the time, the Valentine Police Department didn't actually have much to do.

In addition to maintaining law and order in Valentine, rewards are usually issued for escaped criminals.

"Mr. Deputy Sheriff, it is my honor to be able to work with Mr. Callander."

"Mr. Callander's private wine has been brewed. He specifically asked me to send a batch to the police officers to taste. Of course, this is Mr. Callander's wish."

"Mr. Deputy Sheriff, believe me, you will definitely fall in love with the moonshine brewed by Mr. Callander."

While talking, Donal took out two bottles of private wine from the side and handed them to Deputy Sheriff Graf.

Deputy Sheriff Graff took it smoothly: "Oh, the color is quite good. It seems that Mr. Callander has really put a lot of thought into it. It looks almost like whiskey."

Donal smiled and said: "Perhaps Mr. Deputy Sheriff can taste it. Is Mr. Sheriff here?"

The deputy chief nodded and said, "He's in the office inside."

Donal asked two of his men to bring down two pieces of private wine and deliver them to the police station.

1 piece is a 12-bottle pack, and 2 packs are a 24-bottle pack.

Donal walked to the office inside and found Sheriff Malloy. At the same time, he conveyed greetings from David to him and gave him the bootleg wine to the police officers.

"The color is good. I hope it's not those low-quality moonshine. You know Donal, it can easily kill people."

"Of course, Mr. Callander cooperated with Calloway, and he believed that he had sufficient channels to purchase more medicinal alcohol."

Sheriff Malloy nodded when he saw the three bottles of moonshine on the table, but had no intention of drinking.

Whether it was the old Valentine Tavern or the newly opened Smithfield Tavern, they would give him some fine wines, so Sheriff Malloy was not short of drinks.

At the same time, he asked David not to use industrial alcohol for profit. If someone drinks it to death, there will be a lot of trouble.

"Yes, Mr. Sheriff."

Donal didn't say much. As long as he drank it, he knew that it couldn't be blended with industrial alcohol.

After getting the permission of the sergeant, Donal went to the lobby of the police station.

"Hey guys, stop what you're doing."

"Listen to me, this is a gift from the generous Mr. Callander. It is high-quality and perfect moonshine. Believe me, anyone who has tasted it will never forget its taste."

"And here, every police officer can get a bottle. Let us thank the generous Mr. Callander together."

For police officers, their wages are not enough to buy enough alcohol every day.

And they are no strangers to moonshine.

If someone gives you a drink, they will naturally not be stingy with a trivial compliment.

Amidst the chorus of 'Thank you to the generous Mr. Callander', each police officer was given a bottle of moonshine.

Even the police officers who are not at the police station and patrolling outside have their share.

"Oh Maika, is this really moonshine? Didn't I drink some kind of expensive wine? Oh my god, I can't believe it."

A police officer who liked to drink alcohol tasted the wine as soon as he got it, and then let out a cry of shock.

His voice also made more police officers become curious, and they opened and drank.

"Oh my god, this taste, this aroma, I feel like I'm drinking whiskey."

"No, no, no, this is not whiskey, this is definitely the taste that only Kentucky bourbon has."

"Is this really moonshine? If it weren't for the fact that there is no label on the bottle, I would never suspect that it is a new brand of famous wine."

"It's unbelievable. I tasted brandy in the moonshine."

The exclamations in the police station grew louder and louder, and the admiration grew louder and louder, so much so that the deputy police chief at the door came in, opened the bootleg wine that Donal had just given him, and took a sip.

He immediately knew why he felt this way.

The police sergeant in the office heard the noise in the hall and curiously opened a bottle of moonshine on the table.

The strong aroma of wine instantly penetrated his nose.

As Chief Malloy who often drinks famous wines, he knows better than more people what the aroma of this wine represents.

I couldn't wait to taste its taste. When I entered the mouth, it didn't have the spiciness of inferior wine at all. Instead, it had a mellow and soft feeling. Only when it entered my stomach did I feel a hot feeling.

If you feel it carefully, there is also a faint sweetness.

The smooth feeling is very pure, there is no mixed taste, and the mouth feels very 'clean' with no residue.

"$300 a month is a bit too little, isn't it?"

Immediately, Sheriff Malloy discovered the huge business opportunities here. If David produced all moonshine of this quality, there would definitely be huge profits, there is no doubt about it.

But remembering that David had said that when his business started, he would give more, Chief Malloy felt comfortable.