MTL - America’s Big Hero-Chapter 16 : Trading, undeserved greed

"Saul, I've already said that dealing with well-dressed people is not your forte." Sean laughed and patted Saul's shoulder hard, "You're still that 'Slick Jimmy' in your bones, you're better suited to those criminals molecular interactions."

"You are you, and your brother is your brother. You have to look carefully. No one should live for others, but for themselves."

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

But the reality is that he managed more gangs than Sean tonight, and even made a few gang bars that don't sell this kind of wine decide to change these kinds of wine as their main products, as a lawyer...

This really annoyed Saul. He found that he was so handy and like a duck to water when communicating with those downright bad guys.

"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 a lawyer or other professions, what is the biggest definition of success?"

"Fame and fortune!"

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

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

"When you can provide more money-making opportunities for other lawyers, you will naturally accumulate more contacts, and you will naturally be able to get better plea bargaining conditions from the prosecutor. With enough fame and fortune, you will be a successful one. Lawyers, like former New York Governor Dewey."

"He framed Charlie Luciano by means of means, made him famous, and once had the hope of becoming the President of the United States. This is a model of success."

"Okay, go back and think about these things slowly." Sean took the list and tapped on the table to change the subject, "24 gangs, we won 14 last night, continue to work hard tomorrow night, and open the transaction the day after tomorrow. "

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

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

Dart tilted his head and looked at the opened box truck, which was filled with boxes of wine. He reached out and scratched his head. He was definitely not sure how much the wine was worth, but it was definitely a lot.

"300 bottles, Richard, give the money, pick up the goods." Taking a deep breath, Dart nodded slightly.

Richard stepped forward, opened the bag in his hand, and revealed to Sean a roll of cash tied with a rubber band, all of which were $20 apiece, and a bundle of 50 cards was $1,000.

There is no money counter, so Sean can only do it himself. Fortunately, he likes the feeling of the banknotes being run over in his hand.

With 15 rolls of cash, Sean immediately picked five bundles and checked them out for himself. There was no problem, so he pulled the bag up with a smile and threw it to Jonas behind him.

Standing on the side, watching Dart's people bring the drinks to his car, Dart suddenly asked, "Just the two of you?"

"Yeah, is there any problem?" Sean looked at Dart with a smile.

Dart shrugged, "It's nothing, you're very brave."

"Hahaha, if you dare to do this, how dare you be timid."

After the things were moved here, Sean smiled and handed over a business card, "Call me if it's sold out. Next time I can arrange for it to be delivered directly to your door."

Dart took the business card and looked at it. There was only one phone number. He didn't say anything, just nodded and got into the car with his men.

Dart has just left, and another gang member has arrived. Sean deliberately asked all the trading partners to trade today. The purpose is to tell them that the gangs in Newark all get wine from me, and they want to do it on the first day. Get the momentum out for a while.

Sean wants to establish his monopoly in the high-end bootleg wine market in Newark.

As he told Saul, fame and fortune are the most important things, and he is going to fight it out now.

People from the gang came over, and when they saw that other gangs were also taking wine here, they let go of the last trace of worry in their hearts, just like the shop with people queuing up must have good things. This is a typical herd mentality.

Gang members are also human beings, and relatively speaking, they are less educated, and they are better at cheating... They are more likely to trust others.

This has caused many gangs to temporarily increase their purchases by watching the dwindling amount of alcohol in the van.

Faced with this situation, Sean refused righteously, "Reputation, reputation is very important, especially for us, since I said beforehand that the transaction volume is so much, it must not change, even if you pay a higher price. The price, I can't sell it either."

"Of course, you can increase the number the next time you trade, but make sure to state it in advance."

Jonas, who was in charge of taking the money and ordering the goods, scoffed at this. If he hadn't known that there were only so many goods, he would have believed it.

Although they didn't get the goods, these guys were quite satisfied, and no one was willing to trade with someone without credibility. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

When more and more gangs came over...

"Brother, I heard that several gangs including Red Karami are sending people out of the city."

"Huh? What are these **** doing?" Alec asked with a frown.

"It seems that they came to sell wine last time. They all went there to buy wine."

"real?"

"real!"

Alec raised his hand and scratched his head, all went, is it so good? Really make money?

Damn, no, I'm going too!

"I'm in a hurry, let's go too!" Alec stood up suddenly and shouted.

This scene was staged one after another in the three gangs that had not reached an agreement two days ago.

After all, it was too late. When Alec arrived with a group of people, he saw the last box of wine being loaded into the car by another gang and drove away. Looking at the empty van, Alec's face was a little ugly.

Other gangs took advantage of it, and he felt that he had lost a lot.

"Hey, no matter what your name is, I don't care where your wines come from. Now, bring me some more. I want 300, no, 500 bottles!" Alec swayed away with six or seven people. come up.

"I'm sorry, it will take next week, and it will take some time for the goods to arrive in the United States." Sean shrugged and said.

"FK!" Alec was holding a cigar, his irritable eyes swept across Sean's face, and then fell on Jonas.

There was a bag next to Jonas, and it was bulging and full of things. When Alec's eyes fell on the bag, he immediately guessed that it must be full of money!

With such a large carload of wine sold out, the money must be indispensable!

The greedy desire in Alec's eyes burst out unabashedly.