Chapter 128: How to deal with this batch of goods and movies

Watching his people start to unload the goods, Poli's face had a lot of smiles. He walked to a box of alcohol, opened the box, and took out one of the bottles.

"Brandy?", he glanced at Jimi, and Jimi, who was directing his subordinates to unload the goods, nodded.

"All brandy and wine, there is whiskey, but not much."

Poli's frown tightened slightly. Brandy and wine are more favored in the mid-to-high-end consumer market, but the bars under his hands don't have this kind of higher-end consumer group.

In other words, everyone in his bar is damn poor ghosts. They can afford the inferior whiskey at 25 cents a cup, not brandy and wine that cost more money.

Especially these wines, who would drink this in a bar?

Maybe there are, but at least no one drinks this in Poli's own bar. Originally very happy, but suddenly seeing these goods made him feel not so happy.

What he didn't know was that Helle got these things for the mid-to-high-end market. Currently, the low-end smuggling alcohol market in New Jincheng is actually in a state of semi-saturation, and the price is stable.

On the contrary, the potential of the mid-to-high-end alcohol market that no one paid attention to before has begun to strengthen. There are many rich people in New Jincheng. It is impossible for them to drink cheap low-grade alcohol like those mud-legged people. They need at least 5 dollars a bottle or more.

According to the price of the alcohol market now, the alcohol that was 5 dollars or more before, for example, Gold Label Napo Whiskey, has now risen to more than 12 dollars.

But those truly rich people are unlikely to use Silver Label to entertain guests. Rich people sometimes care more about face than poor people, so Gold Label and the like have become their only choice.

Some tycoons might use ten or twenty or thirty bottles in a party a day. These alcohols can not only make him earn big money, but also give him the opportunity to get some connections in the upper society.

Others can't get high-end alcohol, but you can get it, and people are willing to be friends with you.

Helle and Mr. Qiaobafu, although one is a gang leader and one is an immigrant banker, they both have a heart to become upper-class people!

Poli can understand this idea of trying to drill into the upper society, but he won't do it.

He is the bottom of society. These years of bottom life also made him understand a truth: some things are destined from the time you are born.

If it is, it is; if it is not, it is not. It cannot be changed casually.

Even if he bought a villa in the Bay Area, he rarely lived there, because he could see contempt and mockery in the eyes of his neighbors.

Even if he moved into a high-end community, in the eyes of those people, he was no different from the workers on the dock.

No one would truly treat him as a figure.

"Let our bars try to buy and sell first, let them discuss a price." Poli opened the alcohol in his hand and signaled someone to send a cup.

It has to be said that its taste is indeed much better than the cheap whiskey he has drunk, but it may also be because of the weighting of material value.

He patted Jimi's arm and signaled him to follow him.

The two left the warehouse, and the sea breeze blew, and it was even a bit cold. He handed the alcohol bottle to Jimi, and Jimi took a big sip toward the bottle mouth.

His face was clearly turning red under the light outside the warehouse. Soon he spat out a breath of heat, and his face slowly returned to normal.

Under Poli's influence, almost everyone in the Brother Gang doesn't like adding ice cubes when drinking spirits.

Young people, especially flamboyant young people, always hope that they are different, but in this boring society, the price required to be different is very large.

He can only look for differences in some places that don't need to pay a huge price. Drinking spirits without ice is a choice he made.

He treats drinking a big sip of spirits without ice as a "game for the brave," which also gradually formed a gang culture.

A cup of spirits drunk in one or two sips, without ice, this also gradually formed a gang culture.

Jimi held the alcohol bottle in his hand because Poli didn't ask him for it.

"Just now when you weren't here, Pete gave me a phone call."

Pete is a broker who is very famous in the upper society of New Jincheng. He is involved in almost all fields and has connections in all fields.

This is thanks to his family. His family once produced a state governor and a state senate speaker (equivalent to deputy governor). Even now, there are family members in the state senate and state house of representatives.

Is an active member of the local Social Party.

This kind of all-around broker is almost everywhere in the Federation, from the city, to the state, and then to Congress, the federal government, they are all over the Federation and the federal political system.

Because they are not politicians themselves, they are not bound by some rules.

At the same time, they have enough influence in politics, economy, commerce, and even the underground world, so many people will need them.

There are always some people who don't want to dirty their hands, and want to do the dirty work, and they become the choice of these decent people who don't want to dirty their hands.

Jimi has heard this name, but doesn't know Pete. His level is not enough for him to know this kind of person, so he can only nod, equivalent to "I understand."

"Qiaobafu entrusted some relationships, Pete accepted his commission, and let us stop this matter here."

Jimi reacted at this time, somewhat anxious, "Then I was shot for nothing?"

Poli turned and looked at him, "I won't let you suffer for nothing. He promised to take out 20,000 dollars to solve this matter."

"I guarantee that this 20,000 dollars will be handed to your hands without a cent missing." This sentence has another meaning: Poli and the gang will not intercept a part of it, but will give it all to him.

Jimi's heart had actually agreed. When he heard that Qiaobafu had defected to the mayor, he knew that this revenge was basically very difficult to avenge.

Doing something to the mayor's dog-legged person, even Poli wouldn't dare to do so.

It's not that they can't do it, it's that they don't dare. If they did, New Jincheng would have no place for them.

The mayor himself has a high reputation in the Social Party and intends to run for governor. You just accepted a dog-legged person, and you went to kill the dog-legged person.

Who knows if you are killing the dog-legged person, or hitting the mayor's face.

Such people only need one sentence, and they will be driven to extinction.

Their own butts are not clean, and those law enforcement departments don't even need to collect evidence to find trouble with them, just act directly.

Although he was willing in his heart, he couldn't stick out his tongue and show a smile to indicate agreement immediately, which would make his status in Poli and even the gang drop greatly.

Seeing Jimi bowing his head and not speaking, Poli's hand was placed on his shoulder, "I know you are very dissatisfied with him, but I also have great pressure here!"

"How about this, I give you a choice."

"I let him take out another 10,000 dollars, or you go to retaliate against the nephew of his assistant."

"Pete told me that all the arrangements were made by that young man. He chose the people, he provided the weapons, he arranged the assassination."

Another very difficult question. If it weren't in the Brother Gang, Jimi would definitely choose to want another 10,000 dollars, but here, in front of Poli, he could only choose the choice that is more in line with their gang temperament, "I choose the latter."

Poli showed a smile and patted his shoulder, "I knew you could understand me!", he said and signaled Jimi to give him the alcohol bottle.

He took it and took a sip, and his face also turned red, "This matter wronged you."

"It's okay, it's all for the gang," Jimi said a beautiful sentence.

That night, Poli arranged for people to send a batch of brandy to the bar to sell. Because the price of this alcohol is very high, they have tried their best to set the price down, and every two ounces of brandy only costs 99 cents.

According to the total selling price, one bottle can be sold for 12 dollars. This price, if placed in the terminal sales market of the whole bottle, can only be considered a current market price product.

But in the sale of scattered alcohol in bars, its profit margin is far lower than other products, and it can even be said to be thin profit.

But even so, the sales volume in one night is pitifully small. Several bars are like this. The three bars currently operated by the Brother Gang haven't sold a single cup.

The two bars they supply only sold one cup, and it is said that seven or eight people drank one cup.

Compared to the 99-cent brandy, the poor ghosts who don't even have a few coins in their pockets working on the dock prefer the big cup of beer plus one ounce of whiskey that can be bought for 25 cents!

This also made Poli realize that he had difficulty digesting this batch of alcohol himself. He had to think of other ways, and had to send it to the Bay Area.

But he doesn't have a way in the Bay Area now, but he will think of a way. Pete, that broker, is a way.

The next morning, Helle called Poli.

"Hi, Big Poli, are you satisfied with this batch of goods?", Helle originally thought he could hear Poli's praise, but what greeted him was a lot of complaints.

"Helle, if you told me that the goods you called were all brandy and wine, I wouldn't even touch them!"

"Five bars last night, only sold one cup. This kind of mid-to-high-end alcohol has no market at all on the dock!"

Helle, sitting in the office, had a trace of a smile on his face. Of course, he wouldn't say that this was the effect he wanted.

The gangs he found to help him take over were all bottom-level gangs. If he really wanted to solve this batch of alcohol, why didn't he go directly to the five major families?

The five major families have credibility and don't lack money. Why did he still find bottom-level gangs?

Besides being a little afraid that the five major families would swallow his goods, he wanted to get this batch of goods back more.

"I don't know that you can't digest these alcohols. How about this, you return the alcohol to me," he said his heart's words, "Seeing that you helped me pick up the goods, I'll give you 5,000 dollars."

The receiver was silent for a while. Just when he intended to add two or three thousand dollars, Poli's voice came out, "200,000, cost price for you."

Helle looked at the receiver in front of his eyes, as if... he suspected he had auditory hallucinations.

Damn, he didn't even receive his 100,000 dollars for this batch of goods, and now Poli is asking him for 200,000. Is Poli crazy or is he crazy?

He took the receiver to his ear again, "Are you damn crazy?"

"I only asked for 100,000 when I gave you this batch of goods. You can't sell it now, I help you solve this problem, and you want 200,000 from me?"

Poli's voice revealed a ruthless energy, "This batch of alcohol can be sold for 350,000. Don't damn tell me you don't know!"

"Also, Helle, you damn pay attention to your wording. I am not an imperial person. If you use that set on me, I will take my people and my guns to find you tonight!"

One sentence made Helle silent.

"Whatever you think or do, Poli. Since you refuse my kindness, then I won't intervene in this matter anymore."

"Also, give me the money, as we agreed before," he was quite angry, but finally gave up. After all, he believed that Poli really might kill him with a group of people tonight.

The disdainful laughter from the receiver made his blood pressure start to rise again, and his eyeballs were a bit red.

Ever since he became a gang leader, when has he suffered this kind of anger?

"Wait until I sell this batch of alcohol, then I will give you the money. Or you come to my office to get it yourself now."

"I'm too lazy to talk to you more. Before noon, if you don't come, wait for me to finish selling."

The busy tone of beep-beep-beep made Helle slam the receiver onto the phone base.

Damn little bastard, he cursed, lit a cigarette.

But let him go to Poli's office himself to ask for this 100,000 dollars, and after they had a conflict on the phone, he didn't have the guts either.

After a while, he spat out a turbid breath heavily. Forget it, wait for him to finish selling.

In just two days, all bad news.

And precisely because of this, he increasingly loathed the dead ghost Wei De and his damn brother, as well as the Lans Family that caused all this.

He took the cigarette to the window. There were still two police cars parked at the nightclub gate downstairs, so that yesterday's business became much worse.

Now the police are watching very closely. After a while, when they are not watching, he must make that Lans Family pay the price!

And at this time, Lans, who was being missed by him, had already come to the Lezhu Company side and was sitting in Alberto's office.

"... Those cars have all been handled cleanly, no one can link them to you."

"During this period, there must be quite a few police watching you. It's not very convenient for me to take you to see Director Du Ke. Wait for a while when the police are not watching you so closely, then I will take you."

He said, shaking his head slightly, "Lans, you have a little bit of fame in New Jincheng. Now many people have heard that you finished off Wei De of the Kamila Gang."

"I have already heard some discussions about the 'Lans Family' from more than one person. You gained this attention faster than when I first came to the Federation."

Lans appeared very relaxed.

Johnny's family might... more or less know some people in gang forces. When they heard the name "Lans Family", they were scared.

They went with Hailamu to persuade Johnny to let go of hatred, and Johnny also chose to give up.

He was just a dock worker, relying on being strong and having a few friends around him to do some workplace bullying.

He is not a gang member, and he doesn't yearn for gangs, so when he truly encountered the "family", he chose to compromise the first time.

He took the initiative to explain to the Port District Branch that this was just a misunderstanding, and hoped to withdraw all accusations against Baker (the person who took the blame). They could reach a settlement privately.

The Port District Branch actually also wanted to see this situation. On one hand, this would reduce some of the police station's workload. After all, if they wanted to go to litigation, they would need to use some police resources to investigate some things.

Don't think that police officers go to work every day with wages, and there is no cost for them to do investigations. In fact, there are cost expenditures.

Being able to reduce a part, the management of the branch definitely wouldn't disagree.

On the other hand, the money Lans gave to Officer Felun and his partner also played a role.

Now he is not afraid of investigation at all. Even if he is watched by a bunch of police, Lans is not afraid of anything.

Gaining attention is not necessarily a good thing, but it is not a bad thing either.

After all, reputation is also a kind of amulet to protect oneself many times.

"Alberto, are you familiar with the film industry or something?", Lans changed the topic.

Alberto held the cigar and was stunned for a moment, "Did you fancy which female star?"

"If the fame is too big, it won't work. You might not know, some top female stars have even entered the Presidential Palace."

"But those who are not so famous, no problem at all."

The film industry in the Federation in this period has not been recognized by mainstream society, and although the film industry is developing vigorously, the overall development is still in the initial stage.

Compared with that kind of opera with grand stage effects, it is clearly still a grade, or even several grades, behind.

Currently, the few big stars in the Federation who can get mainstream society's recognition are not recognized for their identity as actors, but for their identity as capitalists!

So the upper society doesn't pay much attention to the film industry, but the film industry has become one of the important entertainment methods for the lower-middle class. Five cents for a movie ticket can enjoy about an hour of happy time.

So in this period, even the most popular movie stars, as long as they are not capitalists and have no prominent family background.

In essence, they are just playthings of the upper society, and this situation will continue, for a hundred years, or even longer.

Lans shook his head, "I'm not very interested in this. I have a brother who has excellent foundations. I think he can become a big star."

Alberto had some curiosity, "Then why don't you let him go sing opera?"

"Opera actors are more respected by people."

"Opera?"

"Without decades of time and some luck, he can't get ahead at all. On the contrary, I think the film industry will become the fastest-growing industry in the next ten years..."

"And, this industry can help me."

"Or us." ===== CHAPTER 129 =====

"Moreover, this industry can help me."

"Or rather, us."