America’s Big Hero

"Burns Cecil, old Mr. Luther's best helper, the person in charge of the factory." In the factory office, Sol was introducing Sean.

Sean, who is the best helper, doesn't believe it. If he is really good, he won't bankrupt the company.

However, he still needs him to run the factory, especially the factory workers outside who need him to appease them. They all come from the nearby town of Basek.

"Hello, Burns Cecil." Sean shook hands with the other party, and after each sat down, he said straight to the point: "I won't talk about the problems before the factory. What you need to do now is to contact the previous suppliers. merchants and distribution channels to get the factory running again."

"I see, sir." Burns Cecil breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was out of work, but he didn't expect a turnaround.

"Second, the price and market positioning of the previous products need to be changed."

Burns Cecil frowned slightly. He was responsible for the specific operations of the company before. He was very attentive. No one wanted his hard work to be denied. "What's the plan, sir?"

"Comprehensively reduce product prices, even if it is to reduce quality, market positioning..."

"Sir, I have to interrupt you. Product quality is the lifeline of a brand. It must not be changed. One's request to reduce costs will only ruin the brand!" Burns Cecil, who combed his hair meticulously Seriously, Sean's proposal seemed to him to be absurd nonsense.

It is entirely the impulse of young people, who do not understand that it is wrong to run a company and brand and only think that low cost is enough!

Since the boss asked him to come back and continue to operate, he must be responsible to the boss!

Sean opened his mouth in a daze, seeing Burns Cecil's serious face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "You really think so."

"Of course!" Burns Cecil nodded heavily, his eyes firm and unshakable.

"Well, maybe you're right." Sean stood up and patted Burns Cecil on the shoulder, "Then follow your instructions and let the factory run first."

"Okay, boss, I understand." Burns Cecil straightened his back and said.

Walking out of the office, Sean shook his head speechlessly, "Who the hell gave him the confidence, right? The company is bankrupt and he's still so determined!"

Saul shrugged with a smile, his honesty made people feel distressed.

"Leave him alone and find someone to replace him when everything is running normally."

...

On September 11th, although Burns Cecil was a little too straightforward, he still had the ability. After Sean took out a sum of money to settle the payment of some suppliers, within 5 days, the factory was reopened. up and running.

With the camouflage and capital, Sean made the second batch bigger.

2 tons of alcohol were shipped in, and work was quietly started at night. The assembly line was operated, and 10,000 bottles of wine were quietly produced.

This time there was no need for Sean to come forward in person. With Alec as a deterrent last time, the gangs knew that the new smuggler was ruthless enough, and they all seemed very honest in the second transaction.

In just one month, Sean earned more than 600,000 yuan.

In the past few days, Yu Ruiyou contacted some bad comrades again, and Xiao En's men expanded to 10 people.

They are all veterans who have been on the battlefield!

Since then, Sean has also set his sights on continuing to expand the scope of sales.

The map of New Jersey was spread out on the desktop, and he marked the five major cities one by one.

The five largest cities in New Jersey are Newark, Jersey City, Paterson, Elizabeth and the capital Trenton.

Among them, the second largest city, Jersey City, is next to Newark, on the banks of the Hudson River, across the river from Manhattan, New York.

The third largest city, Paterson, is 10 kilometers northwest of Basek, which is also very close.

The fourth Elizabeth City is not far from Newark, half an hour's drive south along the river.

Only the capital, Trenton, was farther away, but it was less than a hundred kilometers away. This was one of the reasons why Sean put Newark as his first goal.

"It's Jersey City!" Sean clicked heavily on the map.

Jersey City has a population of 230,000, but its market is bigger than that of Newark. It is an industrial city and is known as West Wall Street. There are more rich people, and consumption is naturally larger.

More importantly, Jersey City and Newark are too close. There must be news about the changes in the smuggled alcohol market here. I think it will not be too difficult to promote.

...

While the bootleg business was growing, the local Long Branch paper reported an anecdote of a home invasion.

The reason why the robbery became an anecdote was that in the afternoon of that day, a murderer broke into a house to steal, but he didn't want anyone in the house. The gangster was excited and shot and killed the two people in the house on the spot, and then searched for some valuables. After escaping, a man and a woman were beaten to death in the house, and they were all naked. Interestingly, the woman was the hostess of the house, but the man was not the owner...

The owner of the house was busy in his factory when he was notified by the police. According to the employees who were present at the time, the boss cried and cursed after receiving the news, and his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

In the end, the newspaper speculated that it was not known whether the news was good news or bad news for the male host.

...

Just when Sean decided to promote towards Jersey City, a man in New York and Brooklyn frowned slightly, "There's no more alcohol in Newark, New Jersey?"

The man's name was Stephen Keria, he was one of the five major mafia families in New York, and a member of the Lucchese family, who was in charge of the wine smuggling business within the family.

The earliest development of the five major families was due to the 'Prohibition of Alcohol'. Although the main source of income of the family turned into drugs in the later period, the business of wine smuggling has never stopped.

"Yes, Mr. Stephen, I sent someone to inquire, and a guy named Sean suddenly appeared there to sell smuggled alcohol, and he also had a conflict with a small local gang, killing 7 people on the spot , Now, all the smuggled alcohol in Newark comes from him." His subordinates reported in a low voice.

"Damn, where did the guy come from, have you heard of it before?!"

"No."

"Damn it, it's the Lucchese family who robbed the business!" The man cursed, pondered for a while and asked again: "Who did you cooperate with for the business over there?"

Since the U.S. authorities suddenly stepped up their crackdown on the mafia two years ago, the major mafia families have begun to shrink their forces, allowing the development of a large number of small gangs below, to divert the attention of the authorities, and to transform into a channel business. Reduce costs and reduce risks, so the business in various places cooperates with the largest local gangster family for distribution.

Especially the Lucchese family. After the boss Claro was imprisoned in the crackdown two years ago, the family's civil strife suddenly weakened the Lucchese family's momentum.

"People from the Salamanga family are cooperating." His subordinates reported.

"Didn't those Spaniards find out that there were rats in their warehouse?" Stephen Keria couldn't help cursing when he saw his subordinates shaking their heads, "A bunch of stupid cows with no brains."

"Do you need our action team to take action?"

"No, tell the people in Salamanga, those brainless Spaniards are a little stupid, but as long as someone waved the red cloth, they would rush up and smash people to pieces."

"Okay, I know."

...

"Sean?" Hector Salamanga, who was skinny and slightly hunched, raised his head and looked at his subordinates with vulture-like eyes, "Who knew that this Sean came out of that sewer?" !"

"Trash!" Seeing no one answered, Hector cursed.

"Find him and kill him."

"The majesty of the Salamanga family cannot be challenged."