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"It's a pleasure to have you here, my dear friends." John expressed great kindness to the group of bootleggers who actually came to the meeting.

Twenty or so bootleggers looked at each other, not understanding why the rich man asked them to come here.

"Hahaha~ Nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is John Wick." John introduced his name enthusiastically.

"Aren't you under Mr. Bronte? Didn't Mr. Mattley ask us to come?" Just as John finished introducing himself, some bootleggers began to question.

"No~ I'm not anyone's subordinate, but Mattley is indeed my friend." John easily answered the bootleggers who asked questions.

"Falke~ It turns out that you are a nobody, wasting my time." Several bootleggers yelled and wanted to leave.

"Hey~ hey~ hey~ I advise you not to leave, at least while I'm talking." John's expression was still relaxed, but at least ten gunmen with long guns walked into the gate of the hall, and there were also people upstairs. ten.

This scene made everyone nervous.

The bootleggers basically had guns, and they pulled out their guns in an instant, and the hall was instantly tense.

"Wardfa!

What the **** are you trying to do!

"You **** think you can kill us all!

"I swear! You will definitely die before I die!"

The bootleggers cursed at each other for a moment, but John was very calm.

"Hey hey~ Relax, you guys will be fine, I just want you to listen to me before you go, I promise this is a very good suggestion." John waved his hand, and the gunmen immediately put down their guns.

Seeing this, the bootlegger didn't know what to do for a while, John waved his hand further, and then the gunmen pushed out of the hall with their guns.

"Just sit back and listen to me, friends, I'm absolutely serious about being friends with all of you, I mean it," John said after the shooter had completely backed out.

In this way, many of the bootleggers believed him.

They put away their guns one after the other.

"Mr. John Wick, right? Just tell me if you have anything to say." The first bootlegger who took the lead to sit down said to him.

After someone sat down quietly, the rest of the bootleggers followed suit.

"Very good~ I know that most of you are small workshops that make a living. Do you have more than three distillers?" John asked suddenly.

All the bootleggers look at me again, and I look at you, but no one makes a sound.

Seeing this, John changed his rhetoric, "I can make you qualified to supply five taverns, but I want to know if any of you have three stills or more, does anyone have one? Can you raise your hand and let me know .”

Still no hands were raised.

"Okay, who has two?" John reduced the number.

At this moment, seven or eight bootleggers raised their hands.

"Very good ~ very good, I would like to ask, what is your monthly output?" John continued to ask.

Half of the cheap whiskey needs to be fermented for about 50 hours, and if necessary, it can be fermented for a longer time to obtain higher and better quality wine.

The whiskey puree that has been distilled for the first time is only about 7 degrees, while the high-grade whiskey needs to be distilled at least seven times to obtain a fine whiskey puree of about 70 degrees, and then diluted to obtain a fine whiskey of about 65 degrees. Of course~ this time It will also become Chen Chang.

Therefore, the finished whiskey produced by their distiller equipment will not exceed 50 liters at most, once every three days under non-stop operation, and will not exceed 500 liters a month.

If it is high-quality whiskey, this quantity will be reduced, and how many liters will a pub sell in a month?

But they still didn't say anything, apparently not wanting to tell John their monthly output.

"Well, even if you produce a good 1,000 liters a month, the rest will definitely not exceed 500 liters. Besides, I'm frank, your bootleg wine is too watered, in my opinion It's all rubbish." John said with a relaxed tone.

Perhaps it was because the scene of the twenty gunmen rounding up just now made them a little nervous, so when John said that their products were rubbish, not many people scolded him.

Seeing this, John had no idea.

He waved to Zheng Guotian who was beside him, and Zheng Guotian immediately asked the servant to bring up the bootleg wine that he had prepared long ago.

Then the servant put a cup in front of them, as did John.

Then they took a large can of bootleg wine and began to deliver them. Ten catties of bootleg wine each received more than 20 glasses.

In the end, his face was also full.

"Try it up." John lifted the quilt and motioned them to do the same.

The bootleggers glanced at each other, then reluctantly raised their glasses.

"Very good, try it." John took a sip of the glass of wine as he spoke.

Seeing this, the bootlegger took a sip cautiously.

"Taste carefully and drink slowly." John didn't mind their cautiousness.

After waiting for a long time to confirm that they all had a second sip, he said again, "How does this wine compare to yours?"

"What do you mean?" the bootleggers asked.

"Do you want to buy the recipe for this wine?" After tasting, some cleverly began to inquire about the recipe for this bootleg wine.

"Yes~ we can offer a high price."

John was pleased with their response, as John's liquor was double-distilled relative to the crude puree dilution, one more distillation than these bootleggers' puree dilutions. So the taste must be very good, and the purchase of materials is also very guaranteed.

So John's cheap wine basically tastes better than theirs.

"No~ I don't sell recipes. To tell you the truth, I'm a bootlegger, a relatively big bootlegger, um~ bigger than all of you combined." John roughly described his general ability.

"What does this mean? Show your strength and the quality of your drinks?" someone asked.

"Well, that's my advice to you, this is the cheapest of the several qualities I make. They're positioned at the same price as the cheap whiskey you make, and it comes in several flavors .” John talked about the positioning of this drink.

"Hey~ You can't do this, your alcohol should be sold at a higher price, instead of competing with us for the low-priced alcohol market, what the **** are you doing?" Some bootleggers with business sense immediately Perceived the threat posed by this.

"That's where I set my prices. I won't raise my price because of your poor products. Because I think it's irresponsible to customers who love drinks. That's the price for my stuff." John glanced at him appreciatively, and then Seriously.

"Hey~ You are against all of us. Do you think there are dozens of people who can be unscrupulous? Not to mention those big workshops, the combined number of us has more than fifty people. Do you think everyone and Are you going to war?" The other people who reacted chimed in.

"Hehe~ Don't talk about fifty of you, I don't care if you double your number of people. Alright~ Don't talk about this, you can't threaten me. Tell me about my suggestion to you, a very good suggestion." John said to them with a relaxed expression.

"You don't want to produce this **** in the future. Customers don't like it and it will damage the reputation of whiskey." Speaking of this, John paused. At this time, most of the bootleggers showed very angry expressions, but before they asked John John said again when the family was at home.

"So~ you guys come and buy my bootleg wine~ I'll sell them to you at 70% of the market price, and then you can sell them to the tavern at the original price~ how? You don't have to travel so hard to buy raw materials, as well as charcoal And fermentation, distillation, bottling, so troublesome, you sell my product directly, and then resell it to the tavern, and resell it directly for 30% of the profit." John said his thoughts on these bootleggers.

There is no way, the city of Saint-Denis is too big, and there are too many bootleggers, it is impossible to wipe them all out. And he doesn't want so many people to do the delivery, because when there are more people, there will be more problems, and he doesn't want to deal with these things every day.

For example: the bootlegger at the Bastille Bar was robbed today, the delivery man in the East District was beaten to death, and the delivery man in the West District was beaten and hospitalized. He couldn't keep Nick busy with these things all day.

Moreover, Nick and Zheng Guotian definitely didn't want to do this, so he decided to become a big supplier of bootleg alcohol in these few days.

Like this~ these possible troubles are borne by these bootleggers themselves, and he pays 30% of the profits to save these labor and troubles, at least he thinks it is very profitable.

"We still have to hand over 30% to Mr. Mattley. We have no profit." Some small workshops with little profit margin that had been squeezed by Bronte began to speak.

"No~ no~ no~ I don't need to hand over my bootleggery, and 30% of the profit is yours." John knew that these people didn't believe it.

"Gentlemen, did I say that Mr. Mattley and I are friends? In fact, Mr. Mattley also has a share of my bootleg wine, so you don't need to hand in my wine, of course it's just our wine."

"How do you prove it?" Someone will definitely ask this question.

"Well said, so ~ the third of next month ~ that is, a week later, you are coming here, I asked Mr. Mattley to talk about this matter, what do you think? Because Mr. Bronte had an accident recently, I believe you have also received the news today, but Mr. Bronte's rules will not change for you, no matter who the next Bronte takes over."

"After you hand in 30% of the profit, how much profit do you have after excluding the cost? It must be less than 40%~ You still have to distill, ferment, and purchase materials, and you are busy, just for that little, less than half of the profit? That's too hard. If you come to resell my products, you can change hands for 30%. It's easy. It's easier than you go out to rob, and it's even easier than you pick up money. The carriage was driven to my venue, filled with bootleg alcohol, and then transported to the tavern, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com It's that simple."

John said his advice to them.

More than a dozen small bootleggers looked at each other, and John's suggestion was very tempting, because it was indeed very easy in John's telling.

Seeing that they didn't speak, John continued to say, "Listen ~ whether you do it or not, my moonshine will enter the city of Saint-Denis on the 3rd of next month. Do you think that anyone will buy your Lese products? High-end? I'm sorry, I have it too. And it's better than yours, so my price must be lower than yours. Because your wine needs to pay 30% of the profit, and mine doesn't."

At this time, John saw Nick walk into the villa with fifteen people from the window.

So John said to the group of bootleggers, "Okay~ Go back and think about it carefully. You have a long time to think about it. I welcome you to come over and resell my bootlegger at any time. I welcome any of you."

After John finished speaking, he signaled his subordinates to open the door, and he got up and left the living room first.

Zheng Guotian followed closely behind, and his subordinates also left the living room one after another.

Twenty or so bootleggers looked at me and at you, and then left the villa one after another with their own thoughts.