America’s Big Hero

"Sol, as I said a long time ago, dealing with well-dressed people is not your specialty." Sean laughed and patted Saul on the shoulder vigorously, "You are still the 'Slick Jimmy' in your bones, you are more suitable for dealing with those criminals." Molecules deal."

"You are you, and your brother is your brother. You have to take a good look at it. No one should live for others, but for themselves."

Hearing the title of 'Slick Jimmy' again, Sol's expression became very complicated. He really wanted to be like his brother, a well-dressed, successful man in the upper class, and a famous lawyer.

But the reality is that he has dealt with more gangs than Sean tonight, and even made some gang bars that don't sell this kind of alcohol decide to change these types of alcohol as their main menu, as a lawyer...

This really distressed Saul. He found that he was so handy and comfortable when communicating with those out-and-out villains.

"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 it's a lawyer or any other profession, what is the biggest definition of success?"

"Fame and fortune!"

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

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

"When you can provide other lawyers with more opportunities to make money, you will naturally accumulate more contacts, and you will naturally be able to get better plea bargain terms from the prosecutor. With enough fame and fortune, you are a successful lawyer. Lawyers, like former New York Governor Dewey."

"He framed Charlie Luciano by means, made him famous, and once hoped to become the president of the United States. This is a model of success."

"Okay, you go back and think about these things slowly." Sean took the list over, tapped the table to change the subject, "24 gangs, 14 were taken down last night, continue to work hard tomorrow night, and start trading the day after tomorrow. "

...

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

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

Dart tilted his head and looked at the open box truck, which was full of boxes of wine. He stretched out his hand and scratched his head. He definitely couldn't figure out how much the wine was worth, but it must be a lot.

"300 bottles, Richard, give the money and pick up the goods." Taking a deep breath, Dart nodded his big bald head.

Richard stepped forward and opened the bag in his hand, revealing rolls of cash tied with rubber bands in front of Sean, all of which were worth $20 each, and a bundle of 50 cash worth $1,000.

Without a money counter, Sean can only do it himself, but he likes the feeling of running over the money in his hand.

There were 15 rolls of cash, and Sean immediately picked out five rolls and checked them personally. There was nothing wrong with them, so he smiled and pulled the rolls up and threw them to Jonas behind him.

Standing aside, watching Dart's men move the drinks to his car, Dart suddenly asked, "Just the two of you?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Sean smiled and looked at Dart.

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

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

After moving things here, Sean smiled and handed over a business card, "Call me when it's sold out, next time I can directly arrange for someone to deliver the goods 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 and left.

Dart just left here, and another gang member also arrived. Sean deliberately made an appointment for all the trading partners to trade today. Get out the momentum for a while.

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

As he told Saul, fame and fortune are the most important things, and he is going to get his reputation out now.

People from gangs came here one by one, and when they saw that other gangs were also getting drinks here, they let go of the last trace of worry in their hearts, just like a store with people queuing up must be good, this is a typical herd mentality.

Gang members are also human beings, and relatively speaking, they are less educated, easier to deceive... and easier to trust others.

This led many gangs to temporarily increase their purchases as they watched the dwindling liquor in the vans.

Faced with this situation, Xiao En justly refused, "Reputation, reputation is very important, especially for us. Since I said in advance that the transaction volume is so large, it must not be changed, even if you offer a higher price. The price, I can't sell it either."

"Of course, you can increase the quantity in the next transaction, but you must explain it in advance."

Jonas, who was in charge of taking the money to order the goods, scoffed at this. If he didn't know that there were only so many goods, he would have almost believed it.

Although they didn't get the goods, these guys are quite satisfied, and no one wants to trade with a person who has no reputation.

When more and more gangs come over...

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

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

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

"real?"

"real!"

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

Damn, no, I want to go too!

"Call the people, let's go too!" Alec suddenly stood up and shouted.

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

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

The other gangs have taken advantage of it, and he feels that he has lost a lot.

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

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

"FK!" Alec was smoking a cigar, his irritated eyes swept over Sean's face, and then fell on Jonas.

There was a bag beside Jonas, which 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 cart of wine sold out, money must be indispensable!

The greedy desire in Alec's eyes erupted unabashedly.