Wilderness Redemption Tour

A fierce look flashed across Angelo Bronte's eyes, and then the corners of his mouth rose, and he smiled again: "I know you are not the kind of person who kills innocent people. I am not asking you to really kill, this is a test. It doesn't matter, just pretend I didn't say anything, haha..."

This country bumpkin from outside the province made him look so foolish in front of everyone, and he could only use laughter to hide his embarrassment. This was a huge humiliation for the ambitious Angelo Bronte.

Dutch, who has been in the society for many years, noticed the tense atmosphere at this time, and of course he immediately found an excuse to leave: "It's really a pleasure to chat with you, but I know you are busy, so we won't bother you any more."

Although he wanted to get back at Dutch right away, the current situation was obviously not suitable. Dutch wanted to leave, and Angelo Bronte was happy to see it happen: "Okay, okay, go down and enjoy yourself, and mingle with those vulgar scum! After dealing with them for a long time, you will miss the time when they pulled out their guns at the slightest disagreement and fucked with sheep on the prairie."

Angelo Bronte, who had been making fun of others from the beginning, did not forget to make fun of Dutch in front of everyone at the end. Dutch could have just laughed it off, but he heard the Italian's implicit meaning and felt insulted, so he chose to fight back.

He looked directly into Angelo Bronte's eyes, tightened his face, and said slowly: "It is indeed a good time..." After that, he turned around, left a sentence "Have a good time, gentlemen", and prepared to go downstairs to leave.

"You too..." Angelo Bronte replied with a wry smile. As soon as Dutch took two steps, he immediately said again: "But I want to ask one last question, what is your purpose in coming here?"

"We haven't..." Dutch originally wanted to say that he hadn't made up his mind, but after thinking about it, he realized that the other party might not believe him and would think he was just being perfunctory, so he changed his words and said, "Okay... We need money, and we came here to see if there is any way to make money."

"Money..." Angelo Bronte muttered with his head down, his eyes rolling, "Yes, money is a good thing. I dare say that no one here will dislike it... Since you are here for money, I will give you a little suggestion... You can get money at the tram station. They store a lot of cash there during the day. I can't touch this kind of thing now, but you as outsiders..." He looked at Dutch with a smile on his face: "Don't be polite, just go for it! Of course, this is just a small suggestion. It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"Well, we've said everything that needs to be said. Have fun tonight, gentlemen." After saying that, Angelo Bronte ignored Dutch, and Dutch tactfully took his people away.

After they came downstairs and waited for the waiter to leave, Dutch began to arrange tonight's tasks: "Arthur, you go talk to the mayor and try to get close to him; Hosea, you take Jamie to find out if there are any suitable targets for robbery; I'll go see if old Cornwall and those Pinkerton detectives have noticed us coming. Be careful, try not to cause trouble unless it's for intelligence."

At the stairs, Lin Yan imitated Hosea and took a glass of champagne from the waiter holding a silver tray. According to Hosea, "Only when you completely integrate into these people will they talk to you about everything, especially after a glass of wine."

Lin Yan followed Hosea with champagne in his hand, and Hosea explained to Lin Yan as they walked: "Don't have a stern face. No matter whether you want to talk to that person or not, when he pays attention to you, smile and nod at him. It's good to get to know him."

"Compared to men, women may be more enthusiastic towards us. This is determined by our innate conditions. We should make full use of this advantage because women tend to reveal information more easily than men."

Having said that, not long after he came out, Hosea got close to a Frenchman named Knightley who was willing to talk to him.

"What a coincidence? I'm French too, my ancestors came from France. Strictly speaking, I should be considered a Quebecer, I was born there, but I've been away from there for a long time. Are you from France?" Hosea made full use of his talent, he fabricated his identity in any way he could to appear familiar with the other party. It was just a chat, and the other party would not really verify it, so he just made it up.

"No, I came here from New York to work. I'm a banker, an investment banker."

"Banker?" Hosea showed a trace of indignation when he heard the other party's job. "You guys never lend me money when I need it, and when I have a lot of money, you find ways to lend me more."

"Haha..." Knightley was amused by Hosea's words. He took a puff of his cigar and asked, "What do you do, Mr. Lafond?"

"I started out in the fur business, and now I do everything. Wood, leather, maple syrup... whatever makes money, I do. My partner and I account for 20% of the import business from Quebec to the United States, actually it should be 23%."

"Then...which banks do you cooperate with?" The other party seemed interested.

"Oh... just those second-rate ones in New York."

"So do you have any cooperation with any bank in the south?"

"Not yet. Why? Do you work for a bank in the South?"

"Yes, Lemoyne National Bank, are you going to consider it?"

"Oh... I need a big bank." Hosea curled his lips. "We borrow a lot of money and earn a lot of cash. Only big banks can meet our needs. In a recession, those nervous small town banks may run away with my money."

"Small town bank?" Hosea's adjective touched Knightley's nerves. He hugged his shoulders and shook his head repeatedly. "We are not a small town bank. We handle more cash and cash equivalents than any bank south of Manhattan, including St. Louis. Almost all merchants in the Caribbean will seek cooperation with us, as well as cotton farmers in the southern United States. These people use cash. Moreover, more than half of the post-war reconstruction projects are financed from us. We like big customers and we like cash. We have more cash in the bank in town than any other bank in the country."

After hearing the other party's almost boastful description, Hosea smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling. "Mr. Knightley, since the bank you work for is so powerful, maybe we can discuss it in detail one day. When dealing with bankers, I am very good at bargaining, but I always do business fairly."

"Ha, that's great, cheers to our business!" A big deal was made with just a few words. Knightley picked up a glass of champagne from the long table behind him and drank it all in excitement.