America’s Big Hero

September 1, early morning...

Newark, at the entrance of a bar, Sean led Jonas through the door and walked in.

Passing through the crowd and coming to the bar, Sean glanced at the wine rack behind the bar. Before the bartender could ask a question, 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 off his clothes expressionlessly, and the holster at his waist leaked out.

The bartender didn't say anything more when he saw this, he walked to the side and greeted a black burly man, pointed at Xiao En and said a few words, and the black burly man walked towards this side with a fierce face.

"No matter who you are, making trouble here is courting death."

"Dude, don't be so nervous. I just came to talk to your boss about some profitable business. I think it's better for you to inform first. No one can refuse Franklin's charm, right?" Sean smiled and took it out of his pocket. A piece of Franklin gestured.

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

After a while, someone came to greet the two of them to go over. When they reached the corner, Sean saw a black girl with a big butt sitting on a person behind the curtain of colored glass beads.

Someone went over and said something, a bald head with a thick gold necklace poked out from the woman, looked out, and then reached out and grabbed the black girl's ass.

The black girl stood up, and the pair were exposed to the air. She stretched out her hand and pulled down the clothes that reached her neck, and jumped a few times uneasily. When she came out, she saw Sean at the door, and the black girl froze for a moment. , let out a "wow" in his mouth, this kind of little white face is undoubtedly much more attractive than black fat people.

Just now that black burly man came up to search, Sean said loudly: "Hey, Dart, this is in your territory, are you afraid of what I will do?"

"Let this guy in," Dart said aloud.

Jonas was stopped outside, and Sean walked over by himself and sat next to the fat black Dart.

"Little boy, you'd better have a profitable business." Dart, whose arm was full of tattoos, said fiercely.

"Thanks for the exaggeration." 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 get for this kind of wine, but I know it won't be less than $60 a bottle .”

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

"45."

"What?"

"I said, this wine, 45."

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

Sean seemed to feel the other party's anger a little bit, and he still smiled and said to himself: "I can provide four different categories of this grade of wine, all of 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 will be around 1,000 bottles, and each bottle will be 25% cheaper, which will allow you to earn an extra 15,000-20,000 US dollars every month, and put it in your pocket. kind of."

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

The black fat man kept blinking, 20,000 US dollars, of course he was tempted, but he didn't know if what Sean said was right.

Settling accounts or something, this is making things difficult for him...

Math is simply too difficult for blacks.

This is not at all something a little sildenafine can fix.

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

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

They also 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 own strength, and secondly, it is a convenient sales place for selling all kinds of drugs, even if it is raided by the police, there is enough time for them to have a large number of people and a chaotic environment. Chance to run away and destroy evidence.

Of course, if you can make money, who would say no to it.

A small gang like him, after removing 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, never more than 50,000 US dollars.

This is not unusual at all. Firstly, the territory is very small, secondly, the main channel for making money is selling drugs, and thirdly, there is no independent purchase channel, and the goods are distributed from above, and the price of incoming goods is too high.

Of course, what's more important is that these brainless creatures don't know what management is at all. It's too high-end, and they can't understand it with their brain capacity.

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

"Tell me about it, 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 gleaming.

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

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

"Richard, how much good wine does the bar drink every day?" Dart asked aloud.

Richard was taken aback for a moment, this was too general, and he didn't know how to answer at all.

Sean reached out and patted Dart, looked at Richard and asked, "About how many bottles of wine with a purchase price of more than $40 are consumed in the bar every month."

Richard looked at Dart, saw Dart nodded, and said, "I need to see the ledger."

Dart waved and Richard walked out.

The business accounts are all managed by Richard. Dart is very relieved, not because of Richard's loyalty, but because Richard, as a white man, cannot rise up and rebel among these black people. Although chimpanzees are not smart , but the sense of territory is still very strong.

Not long after, Dart came back with the ledger. According to his ledger, Sean picked up paper, pen, and calculator and began to give Dart a lesson.

What is estimation, what is average, what is daily average, monthly average... A series of calculations to get the results, if the purchase price is reduced by 25%, it means that he can save more than 16,000 out of his pocket every month Dollar.

"Isn't paying less money the same as making money?!" Sean looked at Dart with a bright smile.

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

He needs time to read slowly.

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

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

There is a question that neither of them said. If the cost is reduced by 25% and the profit can be increased by 16,000 US dollars, then the bar should have a profit of 110,000 US dollars if the bar sells alcohol by three times. Why is it still not making money?

Sean has nothing to do with it, and Richard can't say it.

The rivers and lakes are not only about fighting and killing, but also about the ways of the world.

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

Dart bluntly asked Sean which gang he belonged to. After all, there is no serious company in this industry. Sean smiled mysteriously, "It's not important, isn't it, the first thing is to make money."

After agreeing to buy a batch of 300 bottles to test the water in three days, Sean smiled and said goodbye to Dart.

The first business deal was settled, and the two of Sean left the bar and went straight to the next gang station, completely ignoring the people Dart sent to follow behind.

What I do is serious business, aboveboard.

It's that tough.

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