"What do we lack?" Dulin looked at the local Guart compatriots, turned around and scanned everyone's face, "We are upright, kind, hard-working, and honest. We have many things. Virtue, but we lack a kind of blood. Whenever our compatriots are treated unfairly, what we lack is a kind of blood, a kind of courage to dare to use eggs and stones. "
"I don't agree that we must hit the stone with an egg to prove our courage and our bloodiness, but if we don't touch it, how can we know that it is really a stone? Maybe it is just a stone that looks like a stone. What about another kind of 'egg' we haven't seen before?"
"The purpose of bringing these things to you is not only to make everyone's life better, but also to take this opportunity to regain our blood and courage. I hope that I will not be there when Mr. Budi invites me next time. Come at night, but during the day. I hope more cars will come to pick me up to make the scene more dignified. I hope each of you will wear clothes worth hundreds of dollars and have a confident smile on your face.”
"I hope that when you walk on the street, you will no longer be looked at with contempt, but will lower their heads in awe of you."
Dulin turned around and stretched out his hand again, shaking Budi's hand tightly, "In order to achieve this goal, work hard!"
Soon Dulin was persuaded by Mr. Budi to leave the city. He still had many places to go and would not stay here for too long. Even one day was not enough. In just over a month, he traveled to thirteen cities, and then came to the most important place on his trip, a city called Montel among the three most prosperous cities on the east coast. This city is as prosperous as Ilian. As one of the three deep-water ports in the past, many tourists can be seen here even in winter.
Montel is the southernmost city on the Empire's long coastline and the city closest to the Federation. This place was once affected by war, and most of the city was destroyed by artillery fire. After the Great Patriotic War, the New Party took power. With the encouragement of the New Party, many businessmen funded the reconstruction of the city. As the tourist city closest to the Federation, the atmosphere here is completely different from that in the north. It is more open and free.
This is a city dominated by businessmen. Although the city hall performs its functions, it is actually the businessmen who control the city. Some people say that this is a paradise for businessmen. As long as you have money, you can do anything and buy anything here, as long as you have money.
More than once, City Hall tried to intervene to regain its own power, but each time it failed. Those capitalists used money to rebuild this city and built it as perfect as Ilian. How could they be so kind and contribute money and efforts to the empire without asking for anything in return? They control more than two-thirds of the city's building property, and 60 percent of the city's residents are their employees.
If anything makes them unhappy, a group of workers who are notified that they are about to lose their jobs will demonstrate in front of the city hall. For Ilian, demonstrations may be one thing that affects the appearance and image of the city. However, in Montel, demonstrations have become one of the "landscapes" of the area. Many tourists came in a hurry after hearing that a demonstration was going to be held here.
Over time, the city hall also gave up this idea, at least until they were able to buy back all the land in the city and until they were able to provide jobs for more than 900,000 citizens, they could do nothing.
Dulin needs to fully spread his private wine in this area. Tens of thousands of bottles of wine are sold in this area every month, or even more. Once he captures a certain market share in this place, it is equivalent to grabbing a chicken that can lay golden eggs in his hands. This is also one of the areas that he attaches most importance to.
The meeting was repeated many times before, but this time the meeting place was no longer at the pier or a park, but in a restaurant. This restaurant is located at the corner of Montel Cotai Strip and Third Avenue. It has a small door and looks more like a barber shop or some other place from the outside. The environment in the restaurant can only be said to be okay. There are seven tables. When Du Lin came in, there were no customers. When he was wondering if he had gone to the wrong place, a slightly fat guy walked down from the second floor with a smile.
He quickly walked up to Du Lin, stretched out his hands and held Du Lin's hand with great enthusiasm. The not-so-refined features on his round face were all crowded together in his smile, "Welcome, welcome, I have been waiting for your arrival since I received your letter. Come, let's go upstairs. "After saying that, he realized that he had forgotten to introduce himself, and slapped his forehead, "I am Sebre."
Du Lin smiled, introduced himself, and then followed the chubby Sebray to the second floor. The second floor was only half the size of the first floor, and there was only one table. Several people were already standing on the edge of the stairs waiting for Du Lin and his party. After everyone entered the room and sat down separately, Sebrei asked someone to tell the cook that the food was ready to be served.
He introduced Du Lin enthusiastically that this restaurant was his business. His father was drafted into the army during the Great Patriotic War. Because he could cook well, he became the officer's cook. Strictly speaking, he never went to the front line. After the war, the officer was promoted and left, and his father returned to Montel. Then he opened this restaurant with some money and a little face saved during the war.
Until now, the restaurant has been Sebra's property.
Perhaps because he is doing business, his reputation may not be the highest among the Guarts in Montel, but his reputation is the highest. It's like choosing a general among dwarves. One must always be chosen. Du Lin felt that since this guy was in business, he wouldn't need to be taught many things step by step, which would save him some time.
"Mr. Dulin, I wonder how much wine you brought here this time?" His slightly oily face shone with a layer of greasy reflection under the light. Dulin frowned slightly. He always felt that something was wrong. place, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
While he was vigilant, he said calmly: "This time I brought a thousand boxes of wine!"
Sebre took a breath of cold air. That was 12,000 bottles of wine. According to the local price, this batch of wine could be sold for at least 240,000 yuan, and it was still the wholesale price. If it were opened for retail sale, a bottle would cost at least thirty yuan. His eyes suddenly burned with fire. This was an astonishing amount of wealth. Sebrai, who had been running a small restaurant, immediately became more enthusiastic and kept saying good things about Du Lin, and this also made Du Lin gradually discover that something was wrong.
That is, Sebre was too much like the businessmen and small capitalists he had seen, and was completely different from the Guart compatriots he had seen before. Only when he thought of this did Du Lin realize that the problem lay here. He was thinking about whether to hand over this batch of goods to Sebrai. His philistine appearance made it difficult to believe that he was capable of taking on the important task Dulin gave him, but now he temporarily needed to find someone who was prestigious among the local Guarts. It's a bit difficult for people to do this.
Maybe this Sebrai is not as bad as he thought? And he will leave people here to help Sebre open the market, while keeping an eye on this guy. Thinking of this, Dulin lacked the motivation to continue chatting with this guy. He said a few words that he repeated many times. Sebrai promised with excitement that he would lead the local Guarts to glory, and then had something to eat. Du Lin left six members of the hometown association and left directly. He still had many places to go.
After watching Du Lin leave, the smile on Sebrai's face faded, replaced by a greedy and fanatical expression. He strode to the warehouse and looked at the boxes containing private wine piled up like mountains. His whole body They all trembled slightly.
These... are all money!
In his whole life, including his father's, he had only saved up a small restaurant, and the money in the bank did not exceed 5,000 yuan, but what was here? It’s hundreds of thousands fast! He might never make this money in his lifetime, but it happened to be here, right in front of him.
Rich people are so stupid!
Really, he had never considered opening up the city's market through fire fighting as Du Lin said. Fire fighting would kill people. Regardless of whether the person who dies is one of your own or someone else, it means spending money to avoid disaster. There are obviously peaceful ways to make money, so why do you have to be so violent? Sebre didn't believe that letting his compatriots fight for a few times would stimulate their bloodshed and improve the status of the Guarts. He didn't believe that stupid lie.
He believes in money even more. Only money can change a person's social status and change the opinions of people around you. Why do you do things that may hurt people to gain people's respect? Isn't it better to use simple methods
He decided to sell the wine, not to bars, but to other bootleggers. Maybe the income will be lower, but it doesn't matter. It's safer this way, and he didn't pay a penny for this batch of goods.
It didn't matter to him whether the naive Du Lin would cooperate with him again in the future. With more than two hundred thousand yuan, how could he not live a good life? Even if you leave Montel, it's not unacceptable. If you really want to hide it these days, it's really impossible for people to find it casually.
When he exited the warehouse, his face had returned to calmness. He looked at the people left behind by Du Lin on the dock, with a stern look in his eyes. He knew that if he wanted to dispose of this batch of wine according to his own ideas, he would have to hide it from these people, and he might even have to attack them.
The muscles on his face relaxed, and he walked towards those people with a warm smile. With a huge profit of more than 200,000 yuan in front of him, what else could a businessman not dare to do
(End of chapter)