American TV series

September 1, early morning...

At the entrance of a bar in Newark, Sean and Jonas pushed the door open and walked in.

After passing through the crowd and arriving at the bar, Sean glanced at the wine rack behind the bar. Before the bartender could ask questions, Sean said first, "I'm looking for your boss."

The bartender frowned and looked Sean up and down, "Our boss, ha, who do you think you are?"

Sean smiled and said nothing. Jonas pulled down his clothes expressionlessly, and the gun holster on his waist leaked out.

When the bartender saw this, he didn't say anything more. He walked to the side and greeted a strong black man. He pointed at Sean and said a few words. The strong black man walked towards them with a tigerish face.

"No matter who you are, if you make trouble here, you are seeking death."

"Man, don't be so nervous. I'm just here to discuss some profitable business with your boss. I think it's better for you to inform me first. No one can resist Franklin's charm, right?" Sean smiled and took it out of his pocket.

Franklin made a gesture.

"Okay, wait a minute." The strong black man turned and walked towards the corner of the bar.

After a while, someone came to greet the two of them, and when they reached the corner, Sean saw a black girl with a big butt sitting on someone behind a colorful glass bead curtain.

Someone went over and said something, and a bald man with a thick gold necklace poked his head out from in front of the woman, looked outside, and then reached out and grabbed the black girl's butt.

The black girl stood up, and the pair were exposed to the air. She reached out and pulled down the clothes around her neck. She jumped a few times uneasily. When she walked out, she saw Sean at the door. The black girl was stunned for a moment.

, said "Wow" in his mouth, this kind of pretty face is undoubtedly much more attractive than the fat black guy.

The strong black man just came up to search him, and Sean said loudly: "Hey, Dart, this is your territory, are you afraid of what I will do?"

"Let this guy come in." Dart said loudly.

Jonas was stopped outside, and Sean walked over alone and sat next to the fat black man Dart without anyone noticing.

"Young face, you'd better really have a profitable business." Dart, whose arms were covered with tattoos, said with a fierce expression.

"Thank you for exaggerating." Sean smiled and looked at the table. There happened to be a bottle of Camus Golden Flower brandy. "I don't know how much you buy this kind of wine, but I know it won't be less than 60 US dollars a bottle."

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"What do you want to say?" Dart frowned, feeling a little confused.

"45."

"What?"

"I said, this wine, 45."

"You're fucking kidding me." The fat black man suddenly leaned over and glared at Sean, "You came to me just for a dozen dollars!"

Sean seemed to feel the other party's anger at all, but he still smiled and said to himself: "I can provide four different categories of wine of this grade, which are commonly used in bars."

"In this bar of yours, the daily consumption will not be less than 30 bottles, and the monthly sales volume is about 1,000 bottles. Each bottle is 25% cheaper. It can make you an extra 15,000-20,000 US dollars every month, which can really put it in your pocket.

That kind of thing.”

With that said, Sean stretched out a finger and shook it, "The most important thing is, there is no risk."

The fat black man kept blinking. Of course he was moved by the $20,000, but he didn't know if what Sean said was right.

To settle accounts or something like that, this is making things difficult for him, Fat Tiger...

Math is simply too difficult for black people.

This is not something that a little sildenafil can solve at all.

They simply don't understand what kind of explosive data will be when the cost price is reduced by 25%.

Dart was only moved by the figure of 20,000 US dollars. You know, his bar doesn't make any money at all.

They don't expect the bar itself to make much money, the bar is just a tool.

Firstly, it is used as a stronghold to show one's strength. Secondly, it is a convenient sales place for selling various drugs. Even if it is raided by the police, it is not afraid. The large number of people and chaotic environment give them enough time.

Opportunity to run away and destroy evidence.

Of course, if you can make money, who would refuse it?

For a small gang like him, after deducting all kinds of expenses in a month, the real money in Dart's hands is really not much, 30,000 to 40,000 US dollars, and never more than 50,000 US dollars.

This is not surprising at all. Firstly, the territory is very small. Secondly, the main way to make money is to sell drugs. Thirdly, there is no independent purchase channel. It is divided from above, and the price of the goods is too high.

Of course, what's more important is that these brainless creatures don't understand what management is at all. It's too high-end and cannot be understood by their brains.

This is the nature of black people. There are always so many subordinates who only eat and do not work, eating and drinking every day.

"Tell me carefully, how can I earn an extra 20,000 yuan!" Dart moved his body and sat down next to Sean, with a smile on his face and his big white teeth shining.

"Do you know how many bottles of this good wine are consumed in your bar every day? Brandy, whiskey, gin, rum, etc." Sean smiled and I asked him.

"Uh..." Dart scratched his head and shouted outside a few times. Soon, a thin white guy with cold eyes walked in.

"Richard, how much good wine is consumed in the bar every day?" Dart asked aloud.

Richard was stunned. This was too general and he didn't know how to answer it at all.

Sean reached out and patted Dart, looked at Richard and asked: "Every month, approximately how many bottles of wine with a purchase price of more than 40 US dollars are consumed in the bar."

Richard looked at Dart, saw Dart nodding, and then said: "I need to see the account book."

Dart waved his hand and Richard walked out.

Richard was managing all the business accounts. Dart was reassured, not because of Richard's loyalty, but because as a white man, Richard would not be able to rise up and rebel among these black people. Chimpanzees are not smart creatures.

, but the sense of territoriality is still very strong.

Not long after, Dart came back with his account book. Based on his account book, Sean picked up paper, pen, and calculator and started to teach Dart.

What is estimation, what is averaging, what is daily average, monthly average... A series of calculations are done to get the result. If the purchase price is reduced by 25%, it means that he can save more than 16,000 yuan from his pocket every month.

Dollar.

"Don't paying less mean making money?!" Sean looked at Dart with a bright smile.

Dart scratched his head in embarrassment. Although it was just simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division and it was all written on paper, he still looked confused.

He needs time to slowly decipher it.

Dart looked up at Richard, and Richard looked at Sean.

Sean smiled and looked into Richard's eyes. After a while, Richard nodded, "Yes, Boss Dart, he is right."

There is a question that neither of them mentioned. If a 25% reduction in costs can earn an additional US$16,000, then shouldn't the bar make a profit of US$110,000 by tripling its alcohol sales? Why is it still not making money?

It was none of Sean's business, and Richard couldn't tell him.

Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships.

Even gangsters will be very polite to someone who can make money for them.

Dart bluntly asked Sean which gang he belonged to. After all, there are no serious companies in this industry. Sean smiled mysteriously and said, "That's not important, is it? Making money is the first priority."

After agreeing to purchase a batch of 300 bottles of water to test in three days, Sean said goodbye to Dart with a smile.

After the first business was settled, Sean and the two left the bar and headed straight to the next gang station, completely ignoring the people sent by Dart to follow behind them.

What I do is a serious business, fair and aboveboard.

Just so tough.

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