Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Since Nietzsche killed several well-known local drug dealers in Brazil, the local drug trafficking network has been completely blank, and all internal and external activities and business have begun to break down.

However, the previous drug trafficking networks were relatively scattered and did not form a complete system, so they did not have much negative impact. It was just that the local drug trade was temporarily suspended for a period of time, and some addicts who had been taking drugs for many years began to Hungry and thirsty, because everyone told them that the local drug, no matter what kind of drug, was out of stock.

Taking advantage of the blank local market and balancing supply and demand, Nietzsche took over the drug business of Alger, Angus, Barry and Boots in the shortest possible time, and established a complete, reasonable and orderly transaction in the local area system.

In the past, those drug dealers were doing their own thing, and the staff on hand were also mixed. Although each of them made some money, they couldn't make it big.

For Nietzsche, money is not the key point, the key point is whether it is enjoyable or not.

At that time, Angus and the others, apart from selling drugs domestically, had little effect on the local development.

But Nietzsche changed the business model this time.

Sales, no matter what you buy, even selling yourself or buying drugs, all of these are essentially sales, not anything else.

In terms of sales, if you want to do well, make it big, and form a complete system, you must build a complete circulation system within a certain range by yourself.

Nietzsche is like this. He started a large-scale recruitment in the local area, recruiting unemployed women and men who were at home as long as they were locals into his company, took over the former right-hand men of those dead drug dealers, and then sent these experienced The assistants taught them how to package drugs.

As long as these workers are proficient, they can work in their own homes and get paid, and they are successfully included in a packaging link of the system.

Moreover, it has greatly increased the local employment rate. Except for the bribed police, the government also pretends to be indifferent to this, turning a blind eye to it.

Falling is not a day or two, and it seems better to find hope in the fall than to be in despair all the time.

The refining of drugs was carried out directly by Nietzsche's own research and development team brought over from Italy, without anyone's intervention.

The sales of drugs are divided into two aspects, the first is external smuggling, and the second is internal sales.

Smuggling Nietzsche to the outside world naturally has its own plans, routes, and connections, and no one else needs to worry about this.

There are also two types of domestic sales. One is to buy drugs for explorers, tourists, passing business travelers and small drug dealers from other countries.Nietzsche even arranged for special personnel to sell drugs on transnational national highways, and the sales volume was surprisingly high.

Another kind of inward sales is to retail drugs to local addicts, which is the so-called domestic demand.

In a closed system, if there is no internal demand, it will have an irreversible adverse effect on product sales, and a product that is not needed in the system will have no future.

But Nietzsche did not allow his employees to take drugs.

"Always remember, people in the drug business should never touch drugs."

Nietzsche said so to those around him.

In this way, after more than a year of unremitting efforts, the local drug industry has reached an unprecedented peak under the management of Nietzsche.

Almost two-thirds of the local residents work under Nietzsche's hands, because they are engaged in illegal profiteering work, and Nietzsche never stingy with salary, the poor living standards of the residents have been greatly improved.The GDP of the local government has also begun to increase significantly, and many dilapidated cross-border roads have been repaired and cared for.

"Mr. Nietzsche, do you want to wear an extra coat? It's very cold outside now."

Lili looked at the gloomy weather outside the window, she couldn't see a single ray of sunlight, and there were large swaths of unpleasant haze.

Brazil basically has a savannah climate, with winter from June to September.

But Nietzsche's side is a bit southerly, so every winter, there will still be snowfall every year, but it hasn't happened yet, but the weather has become a little dry and cold.

What Nietzsche was most afraid of was the cold, and it was dry and cold.

Nietzsche wore a low-necked black sweater, and a black mid-length windbreaker over the sweater, which made people look a little flimsy.

Hearing Lili's words, Nietzsche didn't answer, but went straight outside.

When the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind blew over. Lili clearly saw Nietzsche standing in front of the door paused and stopped. Lili wondered if Nietzsche really felt cold. Wanting to talk, he reminded Nietzsche to wear an extra dress, Nietzsche raised his foot, and walked out without saying a word.

Lili looked at Nietzsche's slender back, watched the cold wind blowing his waist-length beautiful long hair in the air, and suddenly felt that her face was wet.

"go to church."

Outside the villa, a black car was already waiting for Nietzsche.

Nietzsche got into the car and signaled the driver to go to church.

In fact, there were no churches in the local area at the beginning. Because of poverty and backwardness, the atmosphere of religious belief was not strong. Everyone did not think about religion in their spare time, but gathered together to gamble to pass the time.

Nietzsche spent half a year building a cathedral in the local area. The solemn and steady white building stands in the center of the town and can be seen at a glance.

And everyone in the local area knows that their big boss, Nietzsche Lutheran, a man of few words, will go to the church alone every Thursday. During this period, no one is allowed to enter the church, because this church is Nietzsche himself. of.

Carlo and Ivy sat in the shop next to the church and waited for Nietzsche.

The two were smoking while chatting. In fact, most of the time, Ivy was talking to Carlo from all levels.

He felt that Carlo's biggest mistake since childhood was falling in love with Nietzsche.Lutheran is a scumbag.

The two sat on the long bench in front of the shop. Carlo looked straight at the road in front of him. The road was originally narrow and bad, but after being repaired by investment, it is now straight and straight. It is very convenient to open.

"Does he come here every Thursday?"

Ivy picked up the cigarette in his hand, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

Carlo gave a low acknowledgment, his black eyes were still looking straight at the straight road, the cigarette hanging in his mouth was burning slowly, setting off layers of white mist, swirling upwards, blowing past Carlo's face.

Ivy looked at the pale sky coldly, with contempt and displeasure in his deep eyes, "Hasn't he touched you for a long time? I really don't know why you follow him, miss him, and treat him so hard. For me, you are just a tool to vent on the bed. When do you think he looked at you and when did he really care about you? I think you should forget your feelings for him and leave him early, don’t pester such a man."

Hearing what Ivy said, Carlo raised his hand and hammered Ivy in displeasure:

"I forbid you to say that about him! I will never give up!"

"Is there something wrong with your brain? When did he look at you and when did he take you seriously? I told you a long time ago that a man like Nietzsche Lutheran has no feelings. Do you think he will be moved because he is willing to die or live for him?"

Ai Wei snorted coldly,

"Don't pester him anymore. If he really wants you, it won't be like this now."

Carlo blinked, did not speak, picked up the cigarette in his hand and bit it in his mouth. In fact, since Nietzsche fucked Carlo at the beginning when he first came here, he has never touched him, not once .

Even if Kahlo followed Nietzsche every day, Nietzsche never touched him.

Carlo felt that Nietzsche might be a little sexually frigid, otherwise he wouldn't turn a blind eye to him. After all, Nietzsche must like his body very much.

Carlo thought for a moment, then said:

"I think it may be because he is now middle-aged, and his body is not as good as our young people. Naturally, his desire is not as strong as when he was young, so he seems a bit cold."

Ivy looked at Carlo speechlessly,

"I didn't expect that a serious man like you could even say such things."

Carlo lowered his head decadently.Looking at his white fingertips.

Nietzsche really didn't mean to touch him, he didn't even look at him.

After a while, Nietzsche's black private car slowly drove over from the other side of the road. Carlo stood up quickly, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and looked straight at Nietzsche's car.

When Nietzsche's car stopped, Carlo rushed out quickly to greet Nietzsche to get off.

It seemed that when the car door was opened and Nietzsche raised his legs to come out, Carlo looked at Nietzsche with a smile, and said in a sweet voice, "Good afternoon, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche glanced at him expressionlessly, nodded at him, then turned around and walked straight into the church.

Carlo wanted to follow, but the driver quickly stood in front of Carlo, shook his head and said, "My master doesn't allow anyone to follow into the church. You can wait for him here."

Carlo waited for a long time before Nietzsche came out. When he came out, the expression on Nietzsche's face became even more sullen, which indicated that Nietzsche would fall into complete silence.

Carlo knew that Nietzsche had a record of not speaking for a whole week during this period.

Once this man is silent, he is really introverted and terrifying.

There seemed to be nothing in the world that could really arouse his interest, at least Carlo didn't really find it now.

Except for work, Nietzsche hardly ever came out of his room.

Carlo followed Nietzsche into the car and sat in the passenger seat of the car.

The driver saw Carlo coming up and said nothing.

Because Nietzsche is too lazy to care about these things, he is now immersed in his own world and cannot extricate himself, no matter what happens around him, he is too lazy to care.

Carlo's sticking to him is Carlo's own business. What does it have to do with Nietzsche Lutheran?

This is Nietzsche's logic now.

"Mr. Nietzsche, we are off."

The driver turned to look at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche nodded silently, still silent.