Cosma Empire

People always talk about successful people, as if successful people come into this world with something great, but that is not the case. The so-called charisma and shrewd mind are actually based on the recognition of money by society. We often say that a certain entrepreneur is very courageous, but we ignore that there are ninety-nine ex-entrepreneurs who are as courageous as they need to go to the streets to search for food.

We recognized this successful entrepreneur - the number behind it represents status and money. The bigger the number, the stronger our affirmation of him.

So no matter what Du Lin said, in the eyes of those whose numbers are not as many as his, he is right, because he succeeded, and we always believe in the winners, because we have not yet succeeded.

This is the goal, this is the role model!

Batches of moonshine were packed and bound into wooden crates with strong wooden boards and sent to trucks. Trucks full of bootleg alcohol are constantly running on the city roads. Barrels of low-alcohol wine are poured down, but banknotes flow out. More and more low-alcohol wine gathers here, and more and more banknotes enter Dooling's account at the bank.

I have to mention a small anecdote here. Some people have been reminding Durin that the Imperial Central Bank is unreliable because it is a bank opened by the Ogdins, and he should hide the money in the cellar.

Well, this is a joke.

A large number of high-quality moonshine successfully hit the market, making life not so good for the other two guys.

There were only six people in the quiet restaurant, two servants, two bodyguards, and two tycoons.

Ernst sat at one end of the long table in a well-dressed manner, elegantly and calmly dividing the steak on the plate. The best steak was not the same thing as those inferior people. Cattle are very cheap, but there are also very expensive luxury breeds specially supplied to nobles and capitalists. The food these cows eat is far better than the meals of some middle-class families, and in order to perfectly distribute the fat in the muscles, not piece by piece, every high-quality Wagley cow has a team of at least three people to feed.

They will feed this kind of cattle some expensive fruits, and they will also eat some other quality beef-this can increase the amino acid content in the beef and improve the deliciousness of the beef. They will also massage these cows regularly, so that the excess fat that may be produced is crushed and evenly filled into the meat. Of course, every cow also needs to exercise. Their daily life is like a noble lord being served properly by people, and they will not be touched until they are needed to become delicacies on people's plates.

Such an almost perfect steak costs about 60 to 70 yuan per pound. If it is top-quality special cut beef, the price will be as high as hundreds.

Like a gourmet, Ernst patiently and carefully cut a piece of beef with a slightly burnt outer layer and some pink in the middle from the whole, inserted a silver fork into the beef, and a trace of pink juice Get squeezed out. He cautiously leaned forward, stretched his neck, wrapped the beef piece into his mouth, nodded, and chewed with his cheeks. He looked up at the guy across the table, swallowed the beef in his mouth, and raised the knife and fork in his hand, "Don't you want to try it? It's very fresh, it was slaughtered this morning."

Karur's upper lip twitched twice, making him look a little funny. His expression was serious and serious, and his eyes were full of terrifying luster. He lowered his gaze, glanced at the steak on the plate exuding an alluring aroma, then curled up the napkin and threw it on the table.

"I don't understand how you can afford it. Don't you know that our market share is constantly shrinking? The daily income is constantly decreasing. We should stop that lunatic, at least we can't let him mess around anymore!"

What Karur said was that there has been a question about the price reduction of Snow Elf and First Love in the market recently,

The price reduction for each bottle was not very large, only 50 cents, but this 50 cents made more bars more willing to promote these two kinds of bootleg alcohol when they were selling highly bootleg alcohol. One is that the quality is high-end while the purchase price is at the low-end, and the other is that the word-of-mouth of customers is rapidly fermenting.

More and more bars have fallen—bars are cash cows, and bar holders don't care about hidden rules. What they need are profits and markets, and they don't care about anything else.

Because of Ernst's complicated background, he didn't care much about the gains and losses of bootlegging, or he was able to maintain his demeanor because he had the confidence to stand to the end. But Karur did not. Recently, while the income has been decreasing, the expenses have also been increasing sharply. Someone has already warned him in a joking manner. If the donation is still reduced, he will consider another person to support him.

The mid-term general election is imminent, and at this time, everything that should be moved is also moving. Most ordinary people only saw the cruel "killing" one or two months before the general election, but they would not think that they had already started saving money as early as one or two years ago. Strength, stock up on ammunition.

Facing Karul's questioning, Ernst shrugged his shoulders. He put down his knife and fork and looked at Karur seriously, "Do you know how many rulers this city has welcomed and sent away since its establishment?" , Before Karur could answer, Ernst asked and answered by himself. He made a gesture, turned his wrist and raised his hand, "Innumerable, yes, innumerable. Winners will leave their names, and failures will leave their names." Those who leave the bones, nothing remains the same. We replaced some who were before, and may be replaced by some in the future, and that is history, dear Karur."

"No, this is different, I will not allow anyone to take away everything I have now, absolutely!", when he was about to stand up and leave the table, there were some noisy voices behind him, and the quiet restaurant became a little bit The noisy door that didn't allow people to be disturbed was also pushed open. Before the two attendants had time to say anything, they straightened their bodies - each of them had a sharp long knife on their necks.

A tall and straight boy in a white suit walked in with his head held high. He took off his hat and handed it to the people around him, and strode towards the dining table. At this time, when Karur's personal bodyguards were about to stop these less "educated" intruders, they were held in the head by a gun.

The guy in the white suit drew a chair from the side and placed it in the middle of the long table. He snapped his fingers, and an attendant was pushed and staggered back to his side.

"Give me a medium-rare steak, thank you!" The boy smiled and nodded, then propped his hands on the table, and with an aggressive and oppressive standing posture, he cast his eyes on Ernst and Ka Ruhr, "Allow me to introduce myself!"

He smiled and said, "My name is Du Lin!"