Shadow Empire

Chapter 162 Supply and Marketing Channels and Markets and the New Red High Heels
The girls at Aldera are hot, and the cold weather doesn't stop them from showing their passion, from their fierce and passionate dancing to the looks that show they're so eager to be here that they'll give anything.

If you want to have a spiritual and physical communication with them, you just need to take one more step forward, a small step, a step that is within your reach!
Fortunately, Lance is a man of strong inner determination, or he has seen and experienced a lot. Although these little scenes make him somewhat tempted, compared with the real purpose of their trip, the venting of personal desires seems less important.

He had talked about this with a friend before, and he agreed with what his friend said, that is, people should learn to restrain their desires.

But unfortunately, this friend named Du had taken a few steps ahead of him. Although the two of them did not spend a long time together, he felt that his friend was a very idealistic person.

Idealists will only be bruised and battered in the cruel reality of the world. If he could live his life again like myself, I hope he could have a wonderful life.

There was another friend named Lin, and we got along very well. Unfortunately, Lance passed away earlier, and I don’t know what happened to him later.

In any case, if a person cannot control even his most primitive desires, then this person will eventually sink into the abyss of desire one day.

It is worth noting that this control is not due to poverty.

If you are poor and cannot find an environment to vent your desires, and you just go home and spray your hair with gel, that is not called control.

The girls' hot dance is just around the corner, and through these dances that exude passion and enthusiasm, people will have an urge to join them.

Everyone knew, including Lance, that all he had to do was reach out and touch the girls and they would stay for the night.

Wash yourself clean and let Lance indulge you all night.

But Lance did not reach out his hand. He just appreciated the entire welcoming ceremony from the perspective of appreciating folk dance. That’s what he thought.

Luigi kept watching them throughout the process until the girls left in disappointment, and he did not see any of the three young men brought by Alberto leave behind one or more girls.

Cultured and profound.

This was his evaluation of Lance and the two idiots around him. He didn't continue to test it and let the girls leave.

The girls' lost looks make people reluctant to let go, but compared with those little cuties that are about to be put into their pockets, this temptation is still a little less interesting.

"It was a wonderful performance." As a guest, he commented.

Luigi responded with a smile, "I'm glad you like it. I also hope you like the food that's coming."

A large number of animals from the Yalan primeval forest were dismembered into pieces of food, and the chefs cooked them like acrobatics and served them on the table one by one.

Giant forest anacondas, giant crocodiles in deep pools, forest leopards unique to Asia, and all kinds of top predators in nature are now on people's dining tables.

Perhaps until their death, they will never understand that humans eat them not because they will die if they don't eat them, but just for the sake of face and their fur.

At the dinner table, Mr. Luigi was very talkative. He described everything that had happened since his family arrived here, portraying the unity and bravery of the Sumurians.

If they didn't believe in God, perhaps when they were halfway through their conversation, everyone would have to kowtow together to satisfy their cravings.

After the meal, they changed rooms and everyone sat freely on the sofa. Mr. Luigi looked at Alberto and Lance, "I thought you would come over last month."

Alberto took out a cigarette and handed it to him. "There was a little accident last month, but I believe that a month earlier or later would not have made any difference to our business."

Mr. Luigi didn't ask what happened, he just turned to look at Lance, "I heard you guys wanted a batch of wine?"

Lance nodded. "I need a lot of low- and mid-range wines, and a small amount of high-end wines. Fruit wine, beer, whiskey, brandy, red wine, anything is fine."

"A lot?" Mr. Luigi lit the cigarette first for Alberto and then for himself, shaking the match to extinguish the flame, a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke, "How much is a lot?"

"Two hundred thousand, federal soles."

Mr. Luigi's moustache was twitching, and it was indeed not a small amount.

He turned slightly sideways and made a gesture to his confidant beside him, and soon he came in from outside pushing a food cart filled with various kinds of alcohol, including beer.

"This is the wine I can offer you, but I strongly recommend you try this..."

He picked up a wine bottle and poured a small glass for Lance and Alberto. Lance looked at the colorless and transparent liquid in the glass in his hand, which exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

He took a small sip and it was spicy at first, and the moment he swallowed it he felt like his entire esophagus was on fire!
"Huh!" He exhaled as if the air was burning. He looked at Alberto and his face turned red!

"What kind of wine is this?"

Mr. Luigi was very pleased with the two's reaction, "This is our specialty here, potato wine."

"Its raw materials are readily available, and it can reach a very high alcohol content with just one distillation. Locals love it."

"Just a small cup..." He gestured with his fingers with a smile, "It's enough to make people drunk."

Lance handed the wine glass in his hand to Hiram, who smelled it and gave it to Ron. Ron tasted it with a puzzled look on his face and his face soon turned red.

"Too strong!" Lance shook his head, but soon smiled again, "I want this!"

Alcoholics don’t care whether your wine is made from potatoes, tomatoes, or any other crops. They only care whether the alcohol content is high enough to make them happy.

Cheap low-alcohol beer, or even sparkling juice without alcohol, with a small glass of this can quickly turn it into a panacea for alcoholics!
If calculated based on one bottle mixed with six bottles of juice, this potato wine is actually a very good low-end product. Its raw materials mean that it cannot be priced too high.

But Alberto wasn't too interested in this wine, as Mr. Pasletto only supplied it to the wealthy people in the Bay Area and some high-end establishments.

If you give them potato wine to drink, it would be an insult to their status.

Then they tasted some local specialties one by one, and Mr. Luigi was very much looking forward to this business.

Previously, Yalan’s liquor could not enter the federal market because federal capitalists united to promote the passage of some bills, such as protective tariffs or import bans.

In addition, federal brewing companies' localized production, storage, transportation and terminal sales are more competitive, and it is difficult for high, medium and low-end liquors to enter the federal market.

But this time the federal government issued a prohibition order, which directly paralyzed the federal winemaking companies. All the vineyards and wineries in Yalan were grinning from ear to ear.

If they didn't know how to write letters to thank the gentlemen in Congress, there might have been countless letters of thanks sent to Congress, thanking them for their contribution to the smuggling of liquor in the Yalan region.

If he could smuggle a large amount of liquor into the federation this time and open up the federal market for smuggled liquor, he would be able to gain more voice and social status locally.

Not only did he make money, but he also improved his social status and was able to develop more potential customers. He already saw that a golden road was just around the corner!
In the end, Lance decided on three kinds of wine, potato wine with a content of about 65% alcohol, a beer, and a fruit wine.

This kind of mixed fruit wine with a distinct tropical jungle style will definitely attract some young customers, such as young boys and girls.

After deciding on the type of wine, the only thing left is the price...

Just as Lance's new business was about to take off, Red High Heels also welcomed its new manager.

Ever since Liam's death, the remaining people like Heller have wanted to firmly grasp the red high heels, which are the only channel for those at the bottom of society to enter the upper class.

But this channel is not so easy to manage. Before they can spare a moment to take control of it and turn it into their own resources, they are sent back to God's arms by Lance.

After Lance refused to take over Red High Heels, the mayor arranged for a reliable subordinate to come and run the place.

This place had not been open for many days and no one had come to clean. When the door was pushed open again, stuffy air mixed with a rotten smell rushed out of the room.

This made the new manager standing at the door unable to help but wave his palms in front of his nose and take a few steps back. He could smell that the smell came from the garbage cans, kitchens and some locker rooms that were not cleaned in time. The saliva with a lot of bacteria met the mucus with a lot of glucose and protein used to protect gene fragments, just like a vivid biology class.

Trash cans covered in mold are found in every room of the club, and dirty clothes that were once stained with sweat and even grease and have not yet been washed are piled up in the corners, becoming part of this biological evolution.

Rotting vegetable leaves, rotting steaks, rotting everything...gives this place this disgusting musty smell.

"Damn it!" The new manager was tall and thin, with a hairline that had receded significantly, revealing a shiny forehead.

He had fair skin, trimmed eyebrows, light brown hair, and wore a pale blue suit with a white fur coat on top.

The rare white leather shoes made him look a little bit sexy. After the bad air had dissipated, he strode in here.

His name is Sam, not his real name, and he comes from Estrilla, one of the largest cities in the western part of the Federation, also known as Paradise City.

This place is known as a "paradise" that has fallen into the human world, because in this modern metropolis, there is a source of happiness that can satisfy all human desires. Of course, the prerequisite is that you have to be rich or be willing to spend money, regardless of gender.

Sam had been working in a nightclub in Paradise City. He looked like a thin and balding federal man, but to his former employees, this man was a devil. He never did anything that a human would do.

The City of Angels, Paradise City, just from the nickname they gave to the city you can tell how much they worship their lofty belief in God, but what is strange is that in the Federation with such a strong atmosphere of faith, there are not many people who do things. It has to be said that this is a huge irony.

Perhaps faith can not only solve their psychological guilt and fear, but also help them cover up their ugly faces.

The mayor used some connections to transfer Sam over and let him run the Red High Heels.

The mayor's ambition is not just to target Jingang City. Now that the manager has been replaced by a more reliable person, he has set his sights on the entire state.

The mayors, city councillors, governors, the Senate and House of Representatives of each region, and celebrities from all walks of life...

Just thinking about it, he thinks this is a great thing. Once he gets most of them, then when he steps down as mayor, he will be the speaker of the House for two years, the speaker of the Senate for six years, and then he can run for governor.

Only by standing in the position of governor can one truly say that he has entered the federal upper class.

And Sam is his hope and possibility.

"Clean this damn place up. I want it spotless by tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, he pointed to the dirty, dusty and moldy areas.

After walking around the Red High Heel Club, he was not very satisfied. He said directly to the mayor's confidant, "This place has the decoration style of a small place. I will give you a designer's business card."

"If you just want it to be a place where men come and spend money to have fun, these decorations are enough."

“But if you want it to be more upscale, a place where upper-class men can go to let off steam, it’s a long way from that.”

He turned around and looked at the people around him, "Where is the previous operator of this place?"

"Where are the girls?"

The mayor's confidant briefly explained, and Sam raised an eyebrow after listening, "So I don't have anything else now except this place and your support?"

He walked back and forth for a few steps, "Find a way to get those girls back, and then I'll transfer a group of people over to run it first."

"We can't stop the previous businesses. They have laid a good foundation. As long as we maintain them, we can focus on external operations."

"I'm not a person who likes to procrastinate, so...it has to be as soon as possible."

Some "old people" are more familiar with the working environment here and can get into work more quickly.

In his opinion, those upper-class people with weird sexual fetishes were not difficult to approach, as long as their little ugly desires were satisfied.

As for whether the girls will get hurt?

He had done similar work in Paradise City, and every year he needed to buy at least two to three hundred disposable breakable items from human traffickers.

The richer a person is, the more powerful he is, once his psychology is distorted, the more perverted his desire to release stress will become.

This is the experience he summed up.

Ordinary people and workers on the assembly line are often bullied, so it is very simple for them to release stress. They just punch the wall, secretly curse the person who made them angry, and if that doesn't work, they imagine greeting the other person's family, and their anger will subside.

On the contrary, for those upper-class and respectable people, things that can cause them stress and negative emotions are often things they cannot resist.

Being used to a life of luxury, it is difficult for them to get rid of the stress and negative emotions they have.

It's not just a matter of punching the wall and saying a few dirty words. They are not as tolerant of themselves as they are of their enemies.

Their outbursts can be violent, and only by trampling on the dignity or even the lives of their fellow humans can their negative emotions be relieved.

The Federation’s comedy king had previously starred in a silent film called “The Emperor,” in which he played a well-known dictator.

There was a scene in which he felt unhappy about a trivial matter and he simply pulled out the weapon from the waist of the person next to him and killed the person who had always been very loyal to him.

Because his performance and the content of his performance were a satire on the dictator, people would laugh at the absurdity of the emperor he played and laugh out loud.

But actually, it’s scary.

Only destruction can appease the anger of the big men, and he needs fragile things.

After giving the order, Sam returned to the temporary villa. The mayor's confidant told the mayor some of Sam's requests, and the mayor replied, "I know."

This answer actually means "do what he says". If he disagrees, he will answer with "I'll think about it".

The former manager of Red High Heels and Liam's confidant had been arrested in a series of police operations and sent to prison.

But because of a phone call, he was released again and sent to Sam in the shortest time.

The former manager, who had gone through a series of tortures in prison, was obviously much more haggard and had become more cautious. He held the brim of his hat across his chest with both hands, and stood in front of Sam with his neck shrunk and his back hunched.

Sam, holding a long, thin cigarette holder in his hand and curling his fingers, looked up and down at his former manager and asked, "Can you still find those girls?"

The former manager nodded repeatedly, "Sure, I know the information of each of them."

Sam shook her toes at him with satisfaction, "Get them back. If you do that, you'll still be the manager of Red High Heels."

"If you can't do it, then go back to where you came from. Am I clear enough?"

The former manager quickly leaned forward, "Very easy to understand, Mr. Sam."

"Then what are you waiting for here?!" Sam immediately showed his meanness, and the former manager ran out in fright.

Looking at the manager's little butt wiggling while he ran, Sam suddenly smiled meaningfully.

If you want to succeed, you have to give something.

That's it
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(End of this chapter)