Chapter 1254

On the way to Lawrence Farm, the gang leader looked at the endless wheat fields, and his face rarely showed a simple and honest expression. He was a bit distracted. He had never seen such vast wheat fields like the sea. Both sides of the road were full of wheat, and there were some other crops in the distance. The smell of the countryside in the air made everything here like an oil painting.

He was allowed to visit the factory, but only allowed to bring one accompanying person to protect his safety. The moment the contact person told him this, he even hesitated whether to come over.

You know, he knew to bring one person, carrying millions of dollars. If these people didn't follow the rules and killed him and threw him on the side of the road, with the Lanse family's influence in the local area, maybe by the time his bones were broken into slag, those police wouldn't be able to find him, nor could they solve the case.

But soon he convinced himself. He wanted a safer, more reliable future. He wanted to embrace the future, not be drowned by the future.

He agreed, and then embarked on this journey to the "future."

The train route was related to some relatively important content, so they just came by car.

Lawrence Farm had already held all the land nearby in its hands, including some small farms, which had also defected to them.

Those farmers and farm owners found that farming for themselves was far less profitable than working for the Lawrence family, so why should they farm themselves?

Farming also has risks, otherwise there wouldn't be relevant commercial insurance, but helping the Lawrence family do things well avoided all risks, and people nearby here were proud of working for Lawrence Farm.

If there was any boy in the family working in Lawrence Farm, then he wanted to find a suitable object for marriage, and many girls would take the initiative to contact him.

Stable, wealthy, guaranteed, this almost became a synonym for Lawrence Farm here.

Occasionally there were some farmers in the farmland. They would also observe the passing vehicles, and then go to busy with the work in their hands.

This rare atmosphere of leisurely and scattered life was like a spring breeze blowing into the gang leader's heart, and even his somewhat suppressed emotions were greatly relieved.

"Although I don't want to ask, I still have to say it. How long is it until we reach the factory?" He couldn't help but ask the same question again. This was the third morning he was on the road. He had been in the car and only stopped at the motel at night.

The body that couldn't stretch out was stinging his nerves like an invisible knife at this time. He wanted to run and jump, wanted to stretch his body well. He never wanted to sit in this kind of small car again!

The contact person sitting in front looked at him through the rearview mirror. "About thirty minutes."

The gang leader breathed out heavily. "This is good news." After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the person who followed him, and that person also looked at him.

The two didn't speak, just communicated with their eyes, and the time was very short before they separated, giving people the feeling that both of them were expressing emotions to each other for arriving at the destination soon.

But only they knew that this subordinate of the gang leader was recording the orientation.

Some people are born with a very strong sense of map. They only need to walk along the road once, and they can record how to go completely in their brain.

But some people can't, they can't do it at all. This is a kind of talent, and it may not show obvious content that can improve their value, but it is indeed a kind of talent, and it happens to be used now.

The car ran for another twenty minutes, and a wooden arch of "Lawrence Farm" appeared in front of them. Everyone seemed to be relaxed.

"Finally arrived!" the gang leader said to himself. He couldn't wait to get out of the car to move.

The road ahead became a bit more beautiful, and the stable road made the car more stable. After another few minutes, the car entered a farm.

There were several large warehouses in the farmland in the distance, and there were chimneys on the warehouses. Although the gang leader had never stayed in the countryside and had never done farm work, he knew that these smoking warehouses were not normal.

The wine smell that always floated in the air also confirmed this from the side.

They built the winery in the farm!

In fact, few people know the specific location of the winery. They know a general range, maybe within the Lawrence family's sphere of influence, but not many people know the specific location.

The gang leader swallowed a mouthful of saliva at this time. Obviously, the "fruit of victory" was already in front of him, but he had an unprecedented panic and unease.

He took out a cigarette and looked at the contact person. The latter shrugged indifferently. "As long as you don't set the farmland on fire."

Saying that, he couldn't help laughing. "Unless you order another ten million in goods!"

These farmlands in front of him are not worth four million. If he is willing to point, he can point more, as long as he can afford the money.

"I'll go talk to the manager here. You wait for me for a while, and I'll take you to visit our winery later."

The gang leader walked to the side, looking at the chimneys that were constantly smoking in the distance.

His subordinates also came to his side.

"Remember how to go?"

His subordinate nodded. "Completely remembered."

The gang leader nodded noncommittally. "Do you think I'm doing this right or wrong?"

The subordinate beside him didn't answer him, just continued to remain silent, which made him laugh. "I'm so stupid to ask you this question!"

After a while, the contact person walked over, his face full of smiles. "You are the first person to visit the winery. The boss has high expectations for you. If you can open the market and situation in your state, we can give you more favorable prices here, as well as any assistance you need."

"Money, of course, is not given to you for nothing, it can be lent to you, but no interest is needed, which can help you develop."

"Weapons, bullets, anything, you are standing on the wind outlet, I have to say!"

He put his hands on his hips, as if he were sighing at the gang leader's good luck not being his own. "Alright, you should also be relieved. First take you to see those big treasures, and then they will prepare a sumptuous lunch for you at noon."

"In the afternoon, you can stay here for a night, or I will send you back. In short, take it step by step."

He took the gang leader on a small car on the farm, that kind of open-top agricultural vehicle, like a small tractor, but faster than a tractor, and the wheels were very high, so it was not easy to get trapped in the mud, especially on rainy days when everyone would thank it for being higher than normal cars.

Blowing the wind, looking at the wheat waves, the wine fragrance in the air, everything seems to be so romantic!

Soon the group arrived outside the winery. On the way, the gang leader met many cowboys. He couldn't help asking, "Do you still have a big ranch?"

The contact person shook his head and said, "I don't know very well. After all, I am not a farm person, but I know that if you encounter a large-scale farm, then it must have a ranch!"

"Alright, don't say this, come and see where money is born!"

He and the contact person entered the factory together. It was not as busy as he imagined. There was no assembly line with countless workers working, but there were indeed people working.

Watching the processes repeated one by one, he actually couldn't see any name.

"Those... wine?"

The contact person took him to see the wine being loaded. These wines were temporarily transferred from the warehouse side. The warehouse had been built in other places.

Bigger, safer.

The gang leader didn't know these things. He thought the wine was produced so quickly.

Holding the oak barrel, he turned to look at the contact person beside him. "It's as magical as the printing factory printing banknotes!"

The contact person laughed very reservedly. In fact, this printing of banknotes is not much simpler.

Every production process is constantly improving and evolving. This is the reason why Jinshi Wine is popular in the whole market. For example, some wines were brewed a few years ago, but they are still in the cellar now.

Including the wine being produced here, they will also be stored for a long time before being sent to the market. Every day they produce new wine, and every day they squeeze the wine out of the inventory.

This is a huge systematic engineering management project, but these don't need the gang leader to know.

He said a few words to the people beside him, and then the people beside him went into the factory, and after a while, took out a gift box.

"Take a look," the contact person handed the gift box to the gang leader, signaling him to open it.

After confirming again and again, the gang leader opened this exquisite box. Inside was actually a very exquisite... he didn't know how to describe it. It was a cannon model from a few centuries ago, but it looked a bit more exaggerated.

Several soldiers wearing hats like cockscombs and wearing exaggerated clothes seemed to be lighting a cannon, and in the middle of the cannon was a slender bottle of wine.

"This is our latest gift wine, used to give to others as a gift. It will only produce 10,000 bottles a year."

"Don't think that 10,000 bottles are a lot. In fact, there are less than 2,000 bottles that can truly circulate in the market."

"You can see the number here..." He pointed to the golden label on the bottle neck, which was printed with the number "2485" in a hot stamping way, which means it is the 2,485th bottle.

The model was made very exquisitely. The gang leader liked it all of a sudden. He was a bit reluctant to put it down. "How much do you plan to sell this thing for?"

"Can I get a few bottles?"

The contact person gave him an amazing number. "1,999 dollars, the number is issued randomly."

"Like those consecutive numbers, for example, '1234', '2345', these are 2,999. If they are all the same numbers, then it is worth 3,999."

"The first 100 numbers and the last 10,000 numbers are worth 4,999. The first 10 numbers, each bottle's sales price is 9,999."

"And, we promise to recycle every bottle at the original price, no matter what the number is, it will be recycled according to our release price!"

Hearing him say this, the gang leader couldn't help but gasp. No wonder these people can make big money. This is simply robbery!

Can a bottle of wine sell for 10,000 dollars?

Why?

But he also had a feeling that they could indeed do this!

The idea of buying a few bottles back faded a bit. After he knew the price of those special-numbered wines, he didn't look at the miscellaneous numbers much.

But buying those special numbers, he was a bit reluctant.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the contact person didn't continue to ask him how much he wanted to buy, but took him back to the farm. "Now, can we determine this business?"

The gang leader nodded, handed the one million bank cashier's check over, and also stretched out his hand. "Happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation!"

At noon, the Lawrence family sent a young man to have dinner with the gang leader, which also represented their importance to him.

Of course, this young man also explained that the real masters of Lawrence Farm, the three old gentlemen, were old and in poor health, so they couldn't rush over from the place where they were recuperating, so they could only be entertained by him, a young man.

The lunch was very sumptuous, freshly killed cattle, sheep, deer, and chicken, duck, and goose, filling a large table, plus unlimited fine wine. This meal made the gang leader feel comfortable.

In the afternoon, after repeatedly refusing the farm's retention, he embarked on the return journey early.

He knew that he had caught it this time.

The return journey seemed to be much easier than when he came. It was about the same time, but it was not so tormenting.

When he returned to his territory a few days later, the whole person seemed to be completely relaxed. This trip was indeed a bit tired.

And not long after he returned home, the broker brought people to the door.

"Is what the boss wants ready?" When the broker walked into the club, he looked at the display in his office with some disgust. In the eyes of this broker, none of the displays here did not expose the low class of the owner.

If it weren't for this matter involving the Potter family, he wouldn't even look at this kind of maggot in his life, let alone come to this place and talk to such garbage.

His naked contempt and disdain made the gang leader's mood not very good. However, he knew that this was the only opportunity in his life that he could contact the upper level of society.

He took a deep breath and picked up the map drawn by his subordinates, ready to hand it over.

"Put it on the table." The broker pointed to the corner of the table. The gang leader was stunned for a moment, then put the map on the corner of the table.

"Why is it a map?" The broker picked it up. "I thought it was something you drew."