People always talk about successful people, as if successful people are born with something great in this world, but this is not the case. The so-called charisma and shrewd mind are actually based on money being recognized by society. We often say that a certain entrepreneur is very courageous, but we ignore that there are ninety-nine former entrepreneurs who are equally courageous enough to go to the streets and are digging through garbage piles in search of food.
We recognize this successful entrepreneur—the number behind him represents status and money. The larger the number, the more firmly we affirm him.
So no matter what Dulin says, in the eyes of those whose numbers are not as high as his, he is right, because he succeeded. We always believe in the successful because we have not succeeded yet.
This is the goal, this is the example!
Batch after batch of moonshine was packed, bound into wooden boxes with strong wooden boards and sent to trucks. Trucks carrying loads of private liquor are constantly running on the city roads. Barrels of low-alcohol liquor are poured down, but what flows out is banknotes. More and more low-alcohol liquor is gathering here, and more and more banknotes are entering. Dulin's account in the bank.
I have to mention a little anecdote here. Some people have been reminding Dulin that the Imperial Central Bank is unreliable because it is a bank opened by Ogdin people and he should hide the money in the cellar.
Okay, that's 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 attendants, two bodyguards, and two tycoons.
Ernst sat at the end of the long table in a well-dressed manner, dividing the steaks on the dinner plate elegantly and calmly. The best steaks are not the same thing as those eaten by the inferior people. Cattle are very cheap, but there are also very expensive varieties that are specially supplied to nobles and capitalists as luxury goods. The food these cows eat is far better than the food of some middle-class families, and in order to make the fat perfectly dispersed in the muscles, not just in pieces, each high-quality Wagley cow has a team of at least three people to feed.
They will feed the cattle some expensive fruits and 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 to crush any excess fat that may be produced and fill it evenly into the meat. Of course, every cow also needs exercise. Their daily life is like being served by people like noble masters. They will not do anything to them until they are needed to become delicacies on people's plates.
Such an almost perfect steak costs about sixty to seventy yuan per pound. If it is a top-quality special cut of beef, the price will be as high as hundreds.
Like a gourmet, Ernst patiently and carefully cut off a piece of beef that was slightly burnt on the outside and a little pink in the middle. He inserted a silver fork into the beef piece, and a trace of pink juice came out. Being squeezed out. He carefully leaned forward, stretched his neck, and put the piece of beef into his mouth. He nodded and chewed with his cheeks. He raised his head and glanced at the guy across the table, swallowed the beef in his mouth, raised the knife and fork in his hand, "Don't you want to try it? It's very fresh, it was just slaughtered this morning."
Karul's upper lip twitched twice, making him look a bit funny. His expression was serious and forbidding, and his eyes were filled with a terrifying luster. He lowered his gaze and glanced at the tempting aroma of steak on the plate, then balled up the napkin and threw it on the table.
"I don't understand how you can keep eating. Don't you know that our market share is constantly shrinking? Every day's profits are constantly decreasing. We should stop that madman, at least we can't let him do anything random anymore!"
What Karur is talking about is the recent price reduction of Snow Elf and First Love in the market. The price reduction of each bottle is not much, only 50 points, but this 50 points has caused more bars to promote their products at a high level. When moonshine, they are more willing to promote these two types of moonshine. On the one hand, the quality is high-end while the purchase price is at the mid-to-low end. On the other hand, the reputation among customers is rapidly growing.
More and more bars are falling apart - bars are cash cows, and bar owners don't care about any hidden rules. What they need is profit and market, and they don't care about anything else.
Because of Ernst's complicated background, he didn't really care about the gains and losses of bootlegging. In other words, he was able to maintain his grace because he had the confidence to stand until the end. But Karul didn't. In recent times, while his income has been decreasing, his expenses have also increased sharply. Some people have warned him in a joking way that if the donation continues to be reduced, they will consider replacing him with another person to support him.
The mid-term elections are imminent, and everything that needs to be done is taking action at this time. Most ordinary people have only seen the brutal "fighting" one or two months before the election, but they would not have thought that they had already started saving as early as a year or two ago. Strength, store ammunition.
Facing Karul's question, Ernst shrugged his shoulders. He put down his knife and fork and looked at Karul seriously, "Do you know how many rulers this city has welcomed and sent away since its establishment to now?" , before Karul could answer, Ernst started asking and answering himself. He gestured, turned his wrist and raised his hand, "Countless, yes, countless. Successful people will leave their names, and failures will leave their names." We have replaced some people in the past, and we may be replaced by others in the future. This is history, dear Karul.”
"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, some noises came from behind him, and the quiet restaurant became slightly agitated. The door, which was noisy and did not allow anyone to be disturbed, was also pushed open. Before the two attendants could say anything, they straightened their bodies - each of them had a sharp long knife on their neck.
A tall young man wearing a white suit walked in with his head held high. He casually took off his hat and handed it to the people around him, then strode towards the dining table. At this time, when Karul's personal bodyguard was about to stop these less "educated" intruders, he was put to the head with a gun.
The guy in a white suit pulled 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.
"Bring me a medium-rare steak, thank you!" The boy smiled and clicked, then he put his hands on the table and turned his gaze towards Ernst and Kasb with an aggressive and oppressive stance. Rule, "Please allow me to introduce myself!"
He smiled and said: "My name is Dulin!"
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