Red Dead Redemption, I Build an Umbrella Company

“Are you saying they might have something to do with that VanderLinde gang?”

After listening to Quetdomartell’s words, Brontë couldn’t help but frown.

“It’s very likely, but they may have some contradictions, resulting in the division into two teams, one team has established a moonshine business getting stronger and stronger, and the other is still the same style as before.” Victor Martell nodded.

This is not hard news.

After all, Valentine’s changes are obvious to all, combined with other situations.

Careful investigation can easily lead to corresponding clues, and then connect them, which is the truth of the matter.

“If so, it’s really scary.” Brontë’s expression was gloomy.

How long did it take for him to create such a big foundation?

And in the middle, a lot of unscrupulous means are used.

“920” Although the rise of the other side has elements of the times, such as the intensification of the prohibition movement.

Examples include the Elephant Party’s anti-Tosra law advance and the defeat of the tariff bill.

This led to more resources and business opportunities within the Federation.

But this cannot deny the other party’s achievements.

If it really is as they guessed, in such a short period of time, to be able to achieve such excellent results.

Isn’t it scary?

“Is there any evidence from the investigation?” Although Brontë already had the answer in his mind, he asked Quetdomartell.

“No, they hide well, and in most of the towns in New Hanover, they have a lot of shops and even small factories.” Quido Martell shook his head.

“Be careful, cautious … Visionary. Brontë took a deep breath.

He understood what these things were used for.

Shops can hide the extra money from the moonshine business by filing their taxes.

Let them go from stolen money to legal.

Factories and companies in the local area of the town can bring the local economy and some additional income.

So those people will take the initiative to embrace and protect their interests.

Finally, there are ordinary local people, and a considerable number of people will enter these factories and shops to get a valuable job.

In this era of economic decline, this is an important thing.

“Maybe we can catch those gang members and get them to testify?” Lucanapoli next to him couldn’t help but offer his opinion.

“You idiot!” Brontë scolded with a dark face.

If it weren’t for the fact that the other party had followed him for many years and was loyal.

Now he really wants to throw it directly to the other party, or even directly to his competitors.

In this way, if the other party adopts his opinion, maybe he can easily win without doing anything.

“There is no substantial whole game, only human witnesses? What makes you so naïve, previously we could do this, only because others did not have enough strength to cope, we crushed! ”

“But this method is not useful for everyone!”

Brontë explained anyway, warning him not to hide from him any small actions.

The other party has been accepted by Henri Lemieux as an elephant party.

Not to mention whether there is a loophole in identity, even if there is Henri Lemieux, he will pay some price to wipe the other party’s ass clean.

And can a group of murderers be used as authentication?

No kidding!

If you are a judge, you are a member of the public.

Then you will believe the words of a person who is committed to protecting women’s rights, a legitimate businessman who pays taxes on time.

Or believe what a group of murderers on the run say?

What’s more, these things really aren’t something extremely important.

When down, these things become the last straw that kills the camel.

But it will definitely not become the main weapon of liquidation.

Now this kind of intelligence can be said to be useless.

“But maybe we can contact the Vanderlinder Gang and at least find out some more information and what they think of that Mr. Matthew.” Brontë’s expression was gloomy, and he said to Quetdo, Martell.

As for Lykanapoli, let this stupid guy reflect on himself. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

…………

Chen Xu didn’t know that Brontë had guessed their true identities from some information.

But even if he knew, he would only smile slightly.

It’s not what it used to be.

Their identities are all legal and compliant.

No one can make a fuss about this.

They have a federally recognized record of social security contributions, they have complete identification……..

If you think they are bandits, you have to show evidence.

“This is where we will live in the future?”

Abigail was a little excited.

Located on Fravian Street in St. Denis, Chen Xu and they stood in front of a manor.

This is a veritable upper-class community in St. Denis.

Henri Lemieux as mayor, as well as banker Gilbert Knightley, industrialist Archibald Jameson of the Annesburg mine, and Hectefellos, owner of the St. Denis Times, and Brontë all lived in the neighborhood.

At the same time, every manor mansion is all divided.

It’s not built in townhouses like the houses in the city center.

Of course, the price of this house is also quite expensive.

But for Chen Xu now, he is enough to bear.

“Of course, in fact, if it is not considered, we still have a lot of money to use next, and I want to prepare a set for each of you.” Chen Xu smiled and nodded.

“That’s too luxurious, actually, now…” David next to him couldn’t help but smacked his tongue.

Charles, Sadie and Karen all nodded in agreement.

Especially when they saw the maids wearing maid costumes and walking back and forth around the manor, it made them a little unaccustomed.

Even before that, they had already experienced life from Braithwaite Manor.

1.7 “Sooner or later it will be loved. Looking at some unnatural people, Chen Xu didn’t say much, just smiled.

In fact, they may not realize it themselves, but they themselves have unknowingly begun to change.

Start with the easiest exterior.

Marybeth and Karen and Abigail have some beautiful decorations on their bodies.

David and Charles were not dressed in the same clothes that looked like cowboys, but more decent clothes.

The hair and beard are also carefully groomed.

And at this time, John, wearing a suit, walked in from outside.

“Henri Lemieux came with his nephew.”

“In addition to him, there is the guy from the previous Braithwaite Manor, and his master.” John’s expression was a little solemn, and he whispered towards Chen Xu.