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"Saul, I've told you before that dealing with well-dressed people is not your specialty." Sean laughed and patted Saul on the shoulder. "You are still the 'Slippery Jimmy' at heart. You are more suitable to deal with those criminals."

Dealing with molecules.”

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

Hearing the title "Slick Jimmy" again, the expression on Sol's face became very complicated. He wanted to become a person like his brother, a well-dressed, successful person in the upper class, and a famous lawyer.

But the reality is that he dealt with more gangs than Sean tonight, and actually made several gang bars that didn't sell this kind of wine decide to change these types of wine as their main products. As a lawyer...

This really troubled Thor. He found that he was so comfortable communicating with those outright bad guys. He was so comfortable.

"Look at you, what's there to worry about? There's something wrong with your outlook on life." Sean spread his hands and looked at Saul.

“Whether it’s a lawyer or any other profession, what is the greatest definition of success?”

"Fame and fortune!"

“Does everyone become a lawyer to safeguard legal fairness and justice?”

"Stop talking nonsense, they are just doing it 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 prosecutors. With enough fame and fortune, you will be a successful

Lawyers are like former New York Governor John Dewey."

"He used means to frame Charlie Luciano, which made him famous. He 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 brought the list over, knocked on the table and changed the subject, "There are 24 gangs, 14 were taken down last night, we will continue to work hard tomorrow night, and the transaction will start the day after tomorrow.

"

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September 4th, 4 pm, outside Newark.

"Dart, we meet again." Sean smiled and hugged the fat bald man with the big gold chain. He pointed to the box truck parked next to him and said, "The goods are here, you are the first one to come.

,300 bottles?”

Dart tilted his head and looked at the open box truck, which was filled with 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, pay and pick up the goods." Taking a deep breath, Dart nodded his bald head.

Richard stepped forward and opened the bag in his hand. Rolls of cash tied with rubber bands were revealed in front of Sean's eyes. They were all worth $20 each, with a bundle of 50 pieces worth $1,000.

There is no money counting machine, so Sean can only do it himself. Fortunately, he likes the feeling of running banknotes in his hands.

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

Standing aside, watching Dut's people carry the drinks to his car, Dut suddenly asked: "Just the two of you?"

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

Dart shrugged, "Nothing, you are very brave."

"Hahaha, if you dare to do this, how can you be so timid?"

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

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

As soon as Dart left, people from another gang also arrived. Sean deliberately arranged for all the trading partners to be traded today. The purpose was to tell them that the gangs in Newark all took alcohol from me and wanted to do it on the third day.

Instantly build momentum.

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

Just like he told Sol, fame and fortune are the most important, and he wants to get his reputation out now.

People from gangs came one by one. When they saw that other gangs were also here to get drinks, they let go of the last worry in their hearts, just like the store where there are people lining up must have good food. This is a typical herd mentality.

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

This has led many gangs to temporarily increase their purchases as they watch the amount of alcohol in the van become less and less.

Faced with this situation, Sean righteously refused, "Reputation, credibility is very important, especially to us. Since I said in advance that the transaction volume is so high, it must not be changed, even if you offer a higher price."

At the price, I can’t sell it either.”

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

Jonas, who was responsible for taking the money and counting the goods, sneered at this. If he hadn't known that there were only so many goods, he would have almost believed it.

Although they didn't get the goods, these guys were still quite satisfied. No one wanted to trade with someone who had no credibility.

As more and more gangs come...

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

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

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

"real?"

"real!"

Alec raised his hand and scratched his head. All gone. Is it really so good? Is there really money to be made?

Damn it, no, I want to go too!

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

This scene was played out one after another among the three gangs who had not reached an agreement two days ago.

After all, he came out 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 driving away. Looking at the empty van, Alec looked a little ugly.

Other gangs had taken advantage, and he felt that he had suffered a big loss.

"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 swayed away with six or seven people.

Come up.

"Sorry, this has to wait until next week. It will take some time for the goods to arrive in the United States." Sean shrugged.

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

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

If a whole cart of wine is sold out, money will definitely be left behind!

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