Shadow Empire

Chapter 74 You plot against me, and I plot against you
Mr. Jobaf has figured out a lot of things in the past two days. He has always felt that federal people, especially those with a certain status and background, should not be too greedy.

But he finally understood in the past few days that in this federation, from top to bottom, no one is good at eating!

Before, he mistakenly thought that those people who looked good while eating were not so bad, but that was only because they had not been served at the table yet.

Now that it was lying on the plate and the cook had sprinkled seasoning on it and brought it to the table, he realized how wrong his previous thinking was.

Just having money is not enough here. You must have a local identity and money. This is the most basic guarantee.

Then you have to take sides, choose to stand on someone's team, and play the role you should play.

Only by finding a glimmer of opportunity in the long process of exploitation can one have a chance to enter the real upper class and become a person truly protected by the rules!

But it was too late when I realized this.

He had previously regarded the cook's cleaning work for him as a federal welfare benefit, which was like a pig entering a new environment.

There are people there who will vaccinate it, deworm it, and check its body to make sure it does not have any disease. Of course, if there is any disease, it will be actively treated.

In short, it will be in a very healthy state and live in a high-security environment.

There is scientifically reasonable feed every day, you can take a bath from time to time, and even listen to music sometimes.

At this time, the pig will feel that this is the highlight of its life!
It will tell others that this place is so happy, the air is so sweet, and even the fucking tap water has a sweet smell - this is a smell that can sweeten the heart!
But only when it is cut into slices, placed on a plate and put into the oven, will it realize that everything it has enjoyed before is just to make it healthier and more delicious and send it to the mouths of those capitalist tycoons and politicians!
But it is too late to understand this moment now, and it may even regret having laughed at those pigs who were unwilling to come in or unwilling to accept such a good life and desperately tried to escape.

But at this time, the only thing it can do is lie on the plate and wait for the knife and fork to be used.

Mr. Jobaf took a deep breath and shook his head slightly, "Let him come up."

Soon, Arthur's arrogant laughter and the sound of his spiked shoes tapping on the floor came in, "Jobaff, my old friend, long time no see!"

He walked out of the door with a smile on his face. If it weren't for what he had done before and what he was about to do, it would be difficult for anyone to have a bad impression of such a handsome and smiling young man.

But he knew what a jerk this guy was.

Seeing that Mr. Jobaf didn't seem to want to hug him, he withdrew his arms indifferently, then walked straight to Mr. Jobaf and sat down, looking back at his assistant, "Coffee and whiskey, thank you."

The assistant glanced at Mr. Jobaf, who nodded slightly, and then he left.

"Joe, I know you don't like me because I took some money from you."

"A little?" Mr. Jobaf couldn't help asking.

Arthur was still the same, "Do you want to tell me a lot?"

Seeing Mr. Qiaobafu fall into silence again, he was very satisfied with the other party's reaction. "It is precisely because I owed you some money before, so now there is a business that can make a fortune and I thought of you."

Mr. Jobaf said nothing, but Arthur didn't care. "The Prohibition Act will be signed at the end of this month, and I plan to stock up on some wine."

"You know, it's like this in other states. Once Prohibition is signed, the price of existing alcohol will skyrocket. This is an opportunity."

"Besides, not many people know about this. We can make a lot of money before the price goes up."

Qiaobaf was somewhat tempted, but reason told him that it would be better not to trust this little bastard. However, he was a businessman and a capitalist after all, and the pursuit of profit was his core demand.

"We are cooperating, not me lending you money."

Arthur frowned, and Jobaf explained, "The result is the same. If you plan to pay me back, then we can cooperate, stock up on wine together, and split the profits... in half."

"I'll provide the capital and the venue, and you'll just be responsible for the safety of the wine. We'll split the profits in half."

This was not what Arthur had thought. He did not even plan to pay the money back, which meant that he would lose 50% of the actual increased value of the stockpiled wine and the principal amount of the wine compared to the original plan.

"No, I don't like doing business with others. You lend me money, and then I give you interest and return your principal."

Jobaf shook his head and became unusually tough, because he was going to have dinner with the mayor tomorrow night and he would stand on the mayor's side.

They were also slaughtered and served on the table, but they were eaten by the mayor and turned into shit in the golden toilet.

And the thing that Arthur ate turned into shit and left on the roadside. Although it was all shit, at least he touched the edge of the golden toilet.

This gave him some confidence, "You know this is impossible. You haven't paid me back the money you owed me before. I can't lend you more money."

Arthur was already feeling a little angry.

Although he was the favorite in the family, everyone knew that his brother was the successor to Congressman Williams' power because he was so stupid.

That damn brother always looked at him like he was a retard, but he could do nothing about it.

The family behind Congressman Williams' first wife has great influence in the state. Currently, there are many members of their family involved in politics. The two most powerful ones are the speaker of the state house of representatives and a state senator.

On the other hand, Arthur only has a young, good-looking mother with big breasts.

Although his father favored him, he never let him enter the core circle of the family, which gave him a particularly twisted desire.

In a sense, he started to behave badly since he was a child because he was eager to get the attention and respect of Congressman Williams, but he never got any results, and he gradually lost himself in these bad deeds.

Now even an honest immigrant said no to him, which he couldn't accept.

But he would not ask too much of what Jobaf must do. He thought about it, and an idea suddenly popped up in his shit-filled head, "What if I have collateral?"

Pawn?
Mr. Jobaf was a little surprised. "What do you have as collateral?" "Wine, gold label Napoletana whiskey and Delaney gin worth four hundred thousand."

"How much can you give me if I mortgage these things to you?"

"We can sign a loan agreement. I am serious about doing business with you, not blackmailing you. You have to understand this."

Qiaobaf fell into deep thought. He had indeed not had a good time these past two days, as there had been some rumors circulating in the market that were unfavorable to him.

Although it hasn't really affected him yet, there are already signs of it.

This is also one of the reasons why he threw himself into the arms of the mayor. He had to stabilize his position in the federation and in the eyes of the imperial immigrants.

But if at this time he can cooperate with veteran dignitaries like Congressman Williams, then some rumors will be self-defeating.

And Arthur said he was willing to sign the contract.

With a contract, even if the other party defaults on the payment, the contract can become an important bargaining chip, whether used as a threat or for a transaction.

"Where's the wine?"

Arthur seemed to be smiling heartily. Jobaf now knew his little thoughts, but if he didn't expose them, who wouldn't have some little thoughts?

"In the warehouse, just over there at the dock. I can show you right now."

"Then leave now!"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, but considering that these things were related to money, he did not refuse. This time he was telling the truth!

Soon the two arrived at the warehouse area and saw the mountains of wine in the warehouse he contracted.

Mr. Jobaf didn't trust him and kept taking out some wine boxes and opening them. What was on the ground was indeed authentic Gold Label La Boquerque whiskey, which was very popular in the market among the middle class and those with certain purchasing power!

If the one-dollar Copper Label La Boqueta is the staple food of the working class, then the Gold Label La Boqueta covers everyone from the bottom to the middle class.

It can be given as a gift. After all, it costs seven or eight yuan a bottle now, which is really not cheap!

But for some middle-class families, it is an affordable wine with great room for appreciation.

However, its limit is only ten dollars. If it is higher, there will be no market for it and people will choose Silver Label La Boheme Whisky.

The only thing that can really be sold at a high price is actually the copper label, but the copper label is almost completely out of stock now, and even for him, it is difficult to get one.

Arthur looked at Mr. Jobaf standing on the wine mountain, deep in thought, and couldn't help but smile smugly, "Joe, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"I've told you before, I've never lied to anyone, but you don't believe me!" He actually felt aggrieved.

Mr. Qiaobafu came down from the wine mountain and clapped his hands, "I will arrange for someone to come..."

The sudden thunder outside interrupted his words, and his assistant reminded him, "The radio station said it will rain heavily in the next two days."

This situation is very common at the seaside, especially now that cold air is moving south, heavy rain and strong winds are normal in strong convective weather.

"...I will arrange for someone to seal off the warehouse here until the transaction is completed."

Arthur's eyes flashed with some hidden brilliance, "No problem, I'll have someone give you the key."

Mr. Jobaf was satisfied, "How much do you plan to borrow?"

"Four hundred thousand!"

"No, the wine here is less than 400,000. I can only give you 200,000."

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

After half a minute, Mr. Qiaobafu stretched out his hand. "Okay, two hundred and fifty thousand, with an annual interest rate of 22%. In addition, I need to sign a supplementary clause. You need to give me an additional 10% of the principal and interest as a loan condition."

"This is equivalent to our joint investment, with the profit split 19:9, you get 9 and I get 1."

Two hundred and fifty thousand would be three hundred and thirty-five thousand five hundred a year later, which met the Federal Savings Bank and the Federal Department of Justice's interpretation of legal interest, and he also made enough profit.

"By the way, I would like to remind you that although the gold label is expensive, the copper label sells better. If you can get the copper label, I suggest you buy all of them!"

Although Arthur was somewhat disdainful of Mr. Jobaf, he still took his advice to heart.

"I will consider it carefully..."

When the two men returned to Mr. Jobaf's bank, heavy rain began to fall from the dark sky. They signed the mortgage contract amid the thunder.

With this contract, Mr. Jobaf directly transferred 250,000 to Arthur and began to arrange people to guard the warehouse at the port.

He knew that Arthur might do something tricky, but he would definitely not give Arthur a chance this time.

At the same time, two trucks had stopped at the gate of the port area. Many people came to ask the truck drivers if they wanted to take the job, but they were all rejected.

Because they already have jobs—

Waiting for Lance's orders!

(End of this chapter)