I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

After Chapter 89, you will be the King of Wine.
Logan is really obsessed with American alcoholics (absolutely)!

With the expansion of bootlegging, a new problem has arisen for Logan – it's time to expand the range of alcoholic beverages!

The Black community, in particular, is at the bottom of society and has limited purchasing power, making them extremely sensitive to prices.

Expensive and sophisticated whiskeys are not their first choice; they prefer cheaper and easier-to-drink rum and beer.

Rum and beer are relatively simple to brew and easy to mass-produce, so it's not so cost-effective to go through another producer!

Most importantly, Logan now has the capital to build a complete and diversified brewing supply chain.

The problem is that he needs a reliable, experienced partner who can manage a large winery and is easy to control.

Logan set his sights on Raymond, the Canadian whisky supplier who had been providing him with whisky.

Therefore, a private investigator was hired to investigate more information about Raymond.

Raymond is a French-Canadian whose family has run a brewery for generations, and his interpersonal relationships are not complicated.

Their daily life is quite traditional; they love their family and career and never mess around.

Although he has his own tricks when competing with his peers, he never cheats his partners and has a stubborn requirement for the quality of his wines. He is a technical and managerial talent who has both methods and principles.

What Logan valued most about him was that he wasn't daring!
……

Raymond wouldn't dare to be so bold!

To be honest, "Han Solo" was definitely the most bizarre smuggler he had ever worked with—he only needed to store the liquor in a designated border warehouse, and soon the payment would mysteriously appear, while the liquor in the warehouse would disappear without a trace.

He tried to stake out the area, but never found any trace of the transport vehicles.

Later, in his quest to become Chicago's largest moonshine supplier, he blatantly betrayed his Canadian counterparts by selling their client information, and then...

He couldn't even imagine what would happen next!

Chicago’s efforts to smuggle whisky from Canada have been almost completely wiped out!

Chicago is in chaos. Alcohol sales in Chicago have become public. Chicago gangs are fighting with the U.S. military. The United States is accusing Great Britain of interfering in its internal affairs...

Raymond was nearly scared to death. Wasn't he the "interventionist force" of the British Dominions? But honestly, he was just selling alcohol.

When Britain and the United States clashed, nearly triggering World War II, Raymond lost all curiosity about "Han Solo".

Goodness, who knows how many big shots are involved behind this? He wished he could go blind.

A test? After that, he didn't dare utter a single word in front of "Han Solo," and did whatever the other party asked of him.

People need less curiosity to live longer!

If he could, he wouldn't want to supply "Han Solo" anymore—he really didn't dare to mess with him!

However, Han Solo seemed quite satisfied with him and kept increasing his orders, so Raymond himself didn't dare to say he wouldn't cooperate.

By the time "Han Solo" came to his door this time, he was completely numb.

Whatever, he's just a liquor seller.

Unexpectedly, this time the other party directly revealed "core secrets" to him!
"Han Solo" asked to meet him at the warehouse. Raymond thought it was going to be another order, so he numbly accompanied him into the warehouse.

The next moment, something Raymond would never forget happened!

Han Solo raised his right hand and waved it lightly at the mountain of wine barrels piled up in the warehouse.

There was no sound, no flash.

Right before his eyes, the mountain of wine barrels vanished into thin air! As if they had never existed!
The area that was originally occupied by wine barrels was instantly empty, leaving only a cold cement floor!
Raymond's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. His finger trembled as he pointed at the empty space, making gurgling sounds in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word. Had he been making a deal with the devil all along?

Han Solo looked down at the terrified Raymond and reassured him, "Don't be afraid, Raymond, everything before you is divine grace!"

If Raymond were to become a partner in the brewery, it would be impossible to completely conceal the "transfer" methods.

It's bound to be exposed sooner or later, so it's better to be straightforward from the start.

Of course, telling the truth is also impossible.

However, it's easy to fool him, because there's no need to consider patching at all.

“Raymond, do you think Prohibition in the United States was just a stupid law? No! You’re wrong!”

"That was a blatant provocation against Dionysus! A desecration of the faith of countless drinkers! It provoked Dionysus's wrath!"

"I am the messenger of Dionysus, sent by divine decree to bring gospel and salvation to those drinkers in America who yearn for the freedom to drink. What you are witnessing is the divine power bestowed upon me by Dionysus!"

Raymond lay sprawled on the ground, his mind blank, only able to mutter to himself, "Wine... Dionysus? Is there really... a god in this world?"

Han Solo did not answer, but simply waved his hand again.

In an instant, the barrel that had just disappeared reappeared in the same spot, untouched and silent, as if it had never been moved.

Raymond's worldview completely collapsed at that moment. Just when he felt he couldn't bear this terrible "truth," "Han Solo" spoke again.

"Raymond, there's no doubt about it, for you too have received the favor of Dionysus!"

Raymond, who had just lifted his buttocks, plopped back down on the ground, looking utterly incredulous. "Me? God's favor?"

I'm just an ordinary liquor seller!

“Of course!” Han Solo’s voice was full of certainty. “Dionysus has always been watching you.”

These words made Raymond's heart skip a beat.

"He saw your passion for wine and your commitment to quality; he saw your honest dealings and your refusal to use inferior products; he saw your upright character and your unwavering loyalty to your partners..."

"Your soul exudes a pure aroma that resonates with fine wine. You are a faithful believer worthy of Dionysus's favor!"

"So, on behalf of Dionysus, I ask you: are you willing to serve Dionysus?"

This is real?

He? Has he always been watched by Dionysus? Is he capable of serving the god?
To be able to serve a true god?! Did their family's ancestral graves emit auspicious smoke?

"Yes! Of course I'm willing!" Raymond practically scrambled to his feet, so excited he was almost incoherent. "A thousand times willing! But... how can I serve you?"

"Build a factory!" Han Solo said succinctly, and with another wave of his hand, a stack of leather suitcases appeared.

"Use the funds here to build more factories! Produce more wine! Produce all kinds of wine!"

"Use your skills and experience to manage their production! And the power of Dionysus will ensure they safely reach the hands of every drinker who yearns for freedom!"

Han Solo made his final promise: "Bacchus says you will be the King of Wine among men!"

"A human... the King of Wine?!"

These four words seemed to possess a magical power, and Raymond's face shone with an unprecedented radiance!
……

　Luo, the friend of the Black Jedi, the god of wine, Root!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)