Cosma Empire

"What do we lack?" Dulin looked at the local Guart compatriots, turned around and glanced at everyone's faces, "We are upright, kind, hardworking, and honest, and we have many 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 fight head-on with eggs and stones."

"I'm not in favor of hitting a stone with an egg to prove our courage and blood, but if we don't touch it, how do we know it's really a stone? Maybe it's just a stone that looks like a stone." What about another 'egg' we haven't seen?"

"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 when Mr. Buddy invites me next time, I am not in Come at night, but during the day. I hope that more cars will pick me up to make the scene more dignified. I hope that each of you is wearing hundreds of dollars of clothes and has a confident smile on your face."

"I hope that when you walk on the street, you will no longer be looked down upon by people, but bow your head in awe of you."

Du Lin turned around and stretched out his hand again, and shook Buddy tightly, "In order to achieve this goal, work hard!"

Soon Du Lin left the city under Mr. Buddy's persuasion. He still has a lot of places to go, and he won't stay here for too long, even one day is not enough. In just over a month, he traveled to thirteen cities, and then came to the most important place of his trip, the city called Montel among the three most prosperous cities on the east coast. This city is as prosperous as Illian, and as one of the three deep-water ports in the past, many tourists can be seen here even in winter.

Montel is at the southernmost point of the Empire's long coastline and the closest city to the Federation. This place was once affected by the flames of war, and most of the city was destroyed by artillery fire. After the Great Patriotic War, the New Party seized power, and with the encouragement of the New Party, many businessmen contributed to rebuild the city. As the tourist city closest to the Federation, the atmosphere here is completely different from that in the north, more open and free.

This is a city dominated by merchants. Although the city hall executes its powers, it is actually merchants 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.

The city hall tried to interfere more than once to regain its own power, but each time ended in failure. Those capitalists used money to rebuild the city and made it as perfect as Irian. How could they be so kind and don't ask for anything in return to contribute money and efforts to the empire? They hold more than two-thirds of the building property rights in the city, and 60 percent of the city's residents are their employees.

Anything that makes them unhappy, a group of workers who have been notified that they are about to lose their jobs will go to the gate of the city hall to demonstrate. For Irian, demonstrations may affect the appearance and image of the city.

However, in Monterrey, demonstrations have become one of the "landscapes" of this area. Many tourists came here in a hurry after hearing that demonstrations were going to be held here.

Over time, the city hall also dismissed this idea, at least until they were able to buy back all the land in the city, until they were able to provide jobs for more than 900,000 citizens, they could do nothing.

Doolin needs to fully spread his bootleg wine in this place, and tens of thousands of bottles of wine are sold in this area every month, or even a little more. Once he wins a certain market share in this place, it is equivalent to holding a chicken that can lay golden eggs in his hands, which is also one of his most important aspects.

The meeting was repeated many times as before, but this time the meeting place was no longer at the pier or in a certain park, but in a restaurant. This restaurant is at the corner of Cotai Avenue and Third Avenue in Montel. It has a small door and looks more like a barber shop or other places from the outside. The environment in the restaurant can only be described as passable, there are seven tables, and when Du Lin came in, there were no customers. When he wondered if he had gone to the wrong place, a slightly fat guy walked down from the second floor with a smile.

He hurriedly walked up to Du Lin, stretched out his hands and held Du Lin's hand very enthusiastically. The not-so-delicate features on Yuanyuan's face were all crowded together in his smile, "Welcome, welcome, I've been waiting for your visit since I received your letter, come, let's go upstairs. ", he realized that he forgot to introduce himself, and slapped his forehead, "I am Sebre."

Du Lin smiled, introduced himself, and followed this chubby Saibre up to the second floor. The second floor is only half the size of the first floor, and there is only one table. Several people are already standing by the stairs waiting for Du Lin and his party. After entering the room, they sat down separately, and Sebre sent someone to tell the cook that the food could be served.

He enthusiastically introduced to Du Lin that this restaurant was his property. His father was conscripted into the army during the Great Patriotic War. Because of his good cooking, he became an 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, and then opened this restaurant with some money and little face saved during the war.

Until now, the restaurant has been Sebre'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 from among the dwarves, and one must always be selected. Du Lin felt that since this guy was in business, he didn't need to teach many things personally, which could save him a little time.

"Mr. Du Lin, I wonder how much wine you brought here this time?", the slightly oily fat face shone with a layer of greasy reflection under the light, Du Lin frowned slightly, he always felt something was wrong But he couldn't tell what was wrong.

While being vigilant, he said calmly, "I brought a thousand cases of wine this time!"

Saibre took a deep breath, that's 12,000 bottles of wine, according to the local price, this batch of wine can be sold for at least 240,000, and it's still a wholesale price. If it is disassembled and retailed, a bottle will cost at least 30 yuan, and his eyes suddenly blazed with fire. This is an amazing wealth. Sebre, who has 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 what was wrong.

That is, Mrs. Sebrae is like the businessman and petty capitalist he has seen, which is completely different from the guart compatriots he has seen before. Thinking of this, Du Lin realized that the problem was here. He was thinking about whether to hand over the goods to Sebrae. His philistine appearance made it hard to believe that he was capable of taking on the heavy responsibility that Durin entrusted to him, but now he was looking for someone with prestige among the local Guarts. It is a bit embarrassing for people to do this.

Maybe this Sebrae is not as unbearable as he imagined? And he will leave someone here to help Sebre open the market, and keep an eye on this guy by the way. Thinking of this, Du Lin lacked the motivation to continue chatting with this guy. After he said a few words and repeated them many times, Sebrey promised with excitement that he would lead the local Guarts to glory, and then he ate something. Du Lin left behind six members of the local association, and then left directly. He still has a lot of places to go.

After watching Du Lin leave, the smile on Sebrae's face faded, replaced by a greedy and fanatical expression. He strode into the warehouse and saw the boxes of bootleg alcohol piled up like a mountain, his whole body They all trembled slightly.

These... are all money!

In his life, including his father's life, he only saved a small restaurant, and the money in the bank has not exceeded 5,000 yuan, but what is here? It is hundreds of thousands fast! He might not be able to earn this money in his life, but it happened to be here, right in front of him.

Rich people are stupid!

Really, he never thought about opening up the city's market through fighting in the way Du Lin said, and fighting would kill people. Whether it is one of your own or others who die, it means spending money to avoid disasters. 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 a few matches would arouse their blood and improve the status of the Guarts. He didn't believe in such stupid lies.

He believes in money even more. Only money can change a person's social status and how people around him think of you. Why do things that may hurt people to gain people's respect? Isn't it good to use simple methods?

He decided to sell the booze, not to bars, but to other bootleggers. Maybe the income will be a little lower, but it doesn't matter, it's better than safety, and he didn't pay a penny for this batch of goods.

He didn't care whether that naive Du Lin would cooperate with him again in the future. With more than 200,000 yuan, how can he not live well? Even if you leave Montel, it is not unacceptable. If you really want to hide it these days, it is really impossible for people to find it casually.

When he exited the warehouse, his face had recovered his calm. He looked at the people left by Du Lin on the pier, and a sternness flashed in his eyes. He knew that if he wanted to dispose of this batch of wine according to his own ideas, he had to keep these people secret, and he might even do something to 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 would a businessman dare not do?

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