America’s Big Hero

Not long after retiring, Yuri mentioned the idea of ​​everyone coming to New York to join the gang.

The U.S. emperor is no more than a rabbit, and the soldiers are all contract soldiers, which is just a job.

A job with more danger and harsher working conditions, but with high wages and good job security.

The nature of the gangs is actually the same, and everyone does not resist joining the gangs. The only problem is that Yuri just joined the gangs at the beginning, and there is no guarantee, so this matter will not be resolved.

Now, under Sean's call, there is another super-big business of 'selling liquor' that is visible to the naked eye. Soon, three days later, on August 13, 1984, Jonas, Bill and others dared to come to New York one after another.

In the bar, in the box, a group of old comrades reunited again, you punched me in the chest, and I slapped you on the back of the head.

After the excitement, the wine was served, and Sean picked up a bottle of brandy and filled it up for several people.

"cheers!"

"Cheers!" Everyone raised their heads and took a big gulp.

"How about this wine?" Sean asked with a smile while holding the glass.

"Very good, very pure brandy." Chubby Bill said intoxicated.

Yuri found that the wine in Sean's glass hadn't moved, and suddenly thought of something, and shouted in disbelief, "Don't tell me, what the fuck I drank just now was fake wine."

As soon as these words came out, several brothers were dumbfounded, and all looked at Sean, but Saul smiled and said nothing. He just saw that Sean didn't drink, and wisely he didn't drink either.

"Of course not fake wine!"

Phew, Yuri didn't know why he was relieved and felt sorry at the same time.

"This is called a copycat!" Sean added.

"This, this is impossible, you made it so quickly?" Yuri picked up the wine glass and took another sip with a look of disbelief, savoring it carefully, and couldn't tell if it was true or not.

"Wait." Jonas's facial features were all wrinkled together, "What are you talking about, is this fake wine?"

On the phone, it was only said that it was a big deal, but Sean didn't let Yuri say the details.

"Impossible!" Bill blushed a little. Just now he boasted that it was a good wine.

"It's not completely successful yet. There are still a lot of flaws in the aroma and taste. We need to continue to blend it. It's just that you guys who smoke and drink to burn your head are not so sensitive." Sean smiled and took out another bottle of the same bottle. Here comes the wine.

Take out some cups again, and fill them up again for a few people to compare.

A group of rough people, drinking is like pouring water, you can tell the difference by drinking a fart, but if you change the cup, you can't taste any difference at all.

You Rui didn't care about the flaws in aroma and taste, and stood on the sofa dancing excitedly.

Excitedly told Bill's four new comrades-in-arms that the cost of this counterfeit product was only about 0.5 US dollars, while the real wine would cost more than 40 US dollars even if it was smuggled.

80 times the profit!

Directly blow up several brothers on the spot.

"Crazy, this is simply stealing money." Bill said with an exaggerated expression.

"No, no, no, I can tell you responsibly that stealing money is not as fast as this!" Jonas, a black mixed-race, put his arm on Bill's shoulder and said very firmly: "More than a month ago, I saw it with my own eyes. A few niggers robbed a bank, and it turned out that the total amount was just over ten thousand dollars."

"So, robbing a bank is far worse than that, and much more dangerous."

Sean rolled his eyes when he heard that, they are all crouching dragons and phoenixes, right? They have so much experience.

Robbery also has technical content, so you can't mess around.

The law and order in the United States is too messy, so those small bank outlets never store a lot of cash, and ordinary people don’t have much savings, and if there are really large withdrawals, they must be booked in advance, so it is impossible to rob ordinary small banks. Money, maybe a few thousand dollars in cash if you're unlucky.

Of course, the big bank outlets are rich, but they are all located in the bustling area, so it is too difficult to rob, at least for those old blacks with little education.

When Sean told everyone that he was going to expand this 'cottage' business and needed help from his own people, the four guys agreed without hesitation.

The concept of law-abiding does not exist for most Americans. 90% of them have smoked marijuana, including 11 generals who have personally admitted it.

"Hey, brothers, should we form a gang?" Yuri suggested loudly, knocking on the table.

"Yes, yes, what should I call it? How about calling it a seal!" Jonas suggested, "Wine is also water, just right!"

"That might as well be called a whale!"

"Shit, I think..."

"Okay, okay." Xiao En smiled and cursed and knocked on the table, "It's illegal to set up a gang of farts, understand."

Saul squinted at Sean like you were in some serious business.

"The gangsters are not serious people, they should be called 'vibrant social groups'!" Sean corrected everyone's mistakes solemnly, causing everyone to laugh.

There must be a gang. After all, this kind of business can only be done with the gang's business. This is the reason why Sean came to Yuri in the first place.

After drinking for a long time, Sean waved his hand again and let the Mexican girl who was "fit in" find a group of girls to come in, and the atmosphere became "hot" instantly.

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August 14, 1984.

In the small rented laboratory, Sean showed the current blending process of 'semi-finished products'.

Watching a small bottle of alcohol turn into pure-colored brandy with a strong aroma, everyone let out a burst of howling again.

"Okay, now I want to arrange work." Sean and others calmed down and said seriously: "Sol, first of all, I need you to go to New Jersey and find a company with liquor business qualifications to buy it. , the company must have one, as the business will grow bigger and bigger in the future, there must always be a skin to cover it up.”

"Okay, but the acquisition requires money." Saul reached out and made a gesture of money.

"I only have a few thousand dollars now, and I still need to use it to make the first batch of goods. You need to talk about the company first. If it doesn't work, you can find one that is about to go bankrupt. When the first business is completed, you will naturally have money." This point Xiao Eh no doubt.

Seeing Saul nod, Sean continued: "Another one, you need to find me a glass bottle manufacturer as soon as possible through your channel, and I'm about to place an order now, the demand for bottles is huge, it's impossible to rely on Pick it up from the trash can."

Saul nodded, no problem.

"The last one, or you, find a small printing factory, the kind that makes cartons, and I will do the packaging."

Sol frowned, not because he had too much work, and thought for a while and said, "However, the other party may not agree to produce this kind of bottle."

With a mysterious smile, Xiao En pointed at Yuri's five guys with big arms, round waists and fierce faces, "That's why I asked them to come here."

"You are good at persuasion, and they are equally good at persuasion."

Sol spread his hands, and Yuri and the others laughed like ghosts and wolves.