Chapter 163: Supply and Marketing Channels, Markets, and New Red High Heels

The girls of Aierdeluo are very hot. The cold weather couldn't stop them from showing their enthusiasm, from their intense and passionate dancing to the look in their eyes that they were so eager to stay here that they were willing to pay anything.

If you want to have a spiritual and physical exchange with them, you only need to take one more step forward, a small step, a step within reach!

Fortunately, Lansi is a person with a firm heart, or rather, he has seen it all. Although these small scenes made him feel a bit moved, compared to the true purpose of their trip, the venting of personal desires seemed less important.

He had chatted with a friend before, and he agreed with that friend's view, which is that people should know how to restrain their desires.

But it's a pity that this friend surnamed Du left a few steps earlier than him. Although the days they spent together weren't long, he felt that friend was a person with ideals.

Idealists will only end up covered in bruises in the cruel reality of the world. If he could live again like himself, he hoped he could have a wonderful life.

There was also a friend surnamed Lin, and the two got along very well. It's a pity that Lansi left earlier. I don't know how he is doing later.

In any case, if a person cannot even control their most primitive desires, then this person will eventually sink into the abyss of desire one day.

It is worth mentioning that this kind of control is not because of poverty.

If you can't have the environment to vent your desires because of poverty, and you go home and masturbate, that's not called control.

The girls' hot dancing was close at hand. Through these dances that radiated passion and enthusiasm, it would give people an urge to join them.

Actually, everyone knew, including Lansi, that he only needed to reach out and touch these girls, and they would stay at night.

Wash themselves clean, and then let Lansi indulge for a night.

But Lansi didn't reach out, just appreciated the entire welcome ceremony from the perspective of appreciating folk dance. That's what he thought.

Luigi had been watching them during this process until the girls retreated in disappointment, and he didn't see any of the three young people brought by Aierbeituo leave one or several girls behind.

Cultured, and has depth.

This was his evaluation of Lansi and the two fools beside him. He didn't continue to probe and let the girls leave.

The disappointed look in the girls' eyes made people very reluctant, but compared to those little cuties who were about to be put into his pocket, this kind of temptation was still a bit lacking.

"A wonderful performance." As a guest, he commented.

Luigi also responded with a smile, "As long as you like it, I also hope you can like the food that follows."

A large amount of animals from the primeval forest of Xiang Yalan were dismembered into pieces of food, and under the cooking of the cooks who were like acrobats, they were served on the dining table one by one.

Forest giant pythons, deep pool giant crocodiles, forest leopards unique to Xiang Yalan, all kinds of top predators in nature were now placed on the dining table by people.

Perhaps until they died, they wouldn't understand that humans didn't eat them because humans would die if they didn't eat them; it was just for face and their fur.

At the dining table, Mr. Luigi was very talkative. He described everything that happened after his family came here, depicting the united and heroic side of the Sumuli people.

If it weren't for the fact that they believed in God, perhaps when they were halfway through, everyone would have to kowtow together to get enough fun.

After the meal, they changed rooms, and everyone sat freely on the sofa. Mr. Luigi looked at Aierbeituo and Lansi, "I thought you would come over last month."

Aierbeituo took out a cigarette and handed one to him, "There was a little accident last month, but I believe that whether it's a month earlier or a month later, it won't change anything about our business."

Mr. Luigi didn't ask what happened, just turned his head to look at Lansi, "I heard you want a batch of wine?"

Lansi nodded, "I need a large amount of low-to-mid-grade wine, and a small amount of high-grade wine. Fruit wine, beer, whiskey, brandy, red wine, all are fine."

"Large amount?", Mr. Luigi first lit a cigarette for Aierbeituo, then for himself. He shook the match to extinguish the flame, and along with his speaking, a thick smoke was exhaled from his mouth, "How large is a large amount?"

"Twenty thousand, Federal Sol."

Mr. Luigi's mustache twitched. It was indeed not a small amount.

He turned slightly to make a gesture to the confidant beside him, and soon he pushed a dining car and walked in from outside. The dining car was full of various wines, including beer.

"This is the wine I can provide for you, but I strongly recommend you try this..."

He picked up a wine bottle and poured a glass for Lansi and Aierbeituo, a small glass. Lansi looked at the colorless, transparent liquid in the wine glass in his hand, which emitted a strong smell of alcohol.

He took a small sip. It was spicy at the entrance, and the moment he swallowed it, he felt his entire esophagus was on fire!

"Hoo!", he exhaled a breath, as if the air was burning. He looked towards Aierbeituo, whose face was red!

"What kind of wine is this?"

Mr. Luigi was very satisfied with the reaction of the two, "This is our local specialty, potato wine."

"Its raw materials can be seen everywhere, and it can reach a very high degree of alcohol with just one distillation. Locals like this."

"It only takes a small glass...", he smiled and gestured with his fingers, "it's enough to make people drunk."

Lansi handed the wine glass in his hand to Hai Lamu. Hai Lamu smelled it and gave it to Lao En. Lao En tasted a sip with doubt, and his face quickly turned red too.

"Too strong!", Lansi shook his head, but quickly showed a smile again, "I want this!"

Drunks don't care if your wine is made from potatoes, tomatoes, or other crops. They only care if the alcohol content is high enough and if it can make them happy.

Cheap low-alcohol beer, or even bubble fruit juice without alcohol, plus a small glass of this, can quickly turn it into a cure for drunks!

If calculated by mixing one bottle with six bottles of fruit juice, this potato wine is actually a very great low-end product. Its raw materials dictate that it cannot have too high a price.

However, Aierbeituo was not very interested in this wine. The things supplied by Mr. Pasiletuo were all for the wealthy in the Bay Area and some high-end places.

If you take wine made from potatoes for them to drink, that is an insult to their status.

Then they tasted some local specialties one by one. Mr. Luigi was very much looking forward to this business.

Previously, Xiang Yalan's wine could not enter the Federation's market because the capitalists of the Federation united to push for the passage of some bills, such as protective tariffs or import bans.

Plus the Federation's local production, storage, transportation, and terminal sales of brewing companies were more competitive, so it was difficult for wine of any grade to enter the Federation market.

But this time, the federal government issued Prohibition, directly paralyzing the Federation's local brewing companies, and all the vineyards and wineries in Xiang Yalan were grinning from ear to ear.

If they didn't know how to write letters to thank the masters in Congress, perhaps countless thank-you letters had already been sent to Congress, thanking them for their contribution to the smuggling wine business in the Xiang Yalan region.

If this time he could dump a large amount of wine into the Federation through smuggling and open up the market for smuggled wine in the Federation, then he could gain more say and social status locally.

Making money, improving his social status, and developing more potential customers—he had already seen a golden avenue within reach!

Eventually, Lansi decided on three types of wine: potato wine with about sixty-five percent alcohol, a beer, and a mixed fruit wine.

This mixed fruit wine with a clear tropical jungle style would definitely attract the liking of some young customers, such as those young boys and girls.

After deciding on the category of wine, the rest was the price issue...

Just as Lansi's new business was about to set sail, Red High Heels also ushered in its new manager.

Since Liyamu died, the remaining Haile and these people wanted to firmly grasp Red High Heels. It was the only channel for these social underclass people to reach the upper class.

But this channel was not so easy to operate. Before they could free their hands to grasp this place well and turn it into their own resources, they were sent back to God's embrace by Lansi.

After Lansi refused to take over Red High Heels, the mayor arranged for a reliable subordinate to come and operate this place.

It had been many days since business was conducted here, and no one had come to clean up. When its gate was pushed open again, the stuffy air wrapped in some rotting smells rushed out from the room.

This made the new manager standing at the door unable to help but wave his hand in front of his nose and take a few steps back. He could smell that this smell came from the trash cans that weren't cleaned in time, the kitchen, and certain dressing rooms.

Saliva containing a large amount of bacteria met mucus containing a large amount of glucose and protein used to protect gene fragments, just like a vivid biology class.

Trash cans full of mold were everywhere in every room of the club, and there were also some dirty clothes that had been stained with sweat and even oil mud that hadn't had time to be washed, piled up in the corners, which also became part of this biological evolution.

Rotten vegetable leaves, rotten steak, rotten everything... made this place have this nauseating moldy smell.

"Damn it!", the new manager was thin and tall, his hairline receding significantly, revealing a shiny big forehead.

His skin was very white, his eyebrows were groomed, he had light brown hair, was wearing a blue-white suit, and was draped in a white fur coat outside.

The rare white leather shoes made him look a bit flamboyant. After the turbid air dissipated, he strode into this place.

His name is Samu, not his real name, coming from one of the largest cities in the western part of the Federation, Esetelila City, also known as Heaven City.

This place is known as the "Heaven" fallen into the world because in this modern metropolis, it possesses the fountain of happiness that can satisfy all human desires. Of course, the premise is that you have money, or can afford to lose, regardless of gender.

Samu had been working in a nightclub in Heaven City before. He looked like a slightly thin and balding Federal man, but for his previous employees, this man was a devil; he never did human things.

Angel City, Heaven City, just from the nicknames they gave the city, you know how much they worship their noble faith in God, but strangely, in the Federation where the atmosphere of faith is so strong, there are few people who do human things. It has to be said that this is a huge irony.

Perhaps faith can not only solve their psychological guilt and fear, but also help them cover up their ugly faces.

The mayor moved Samu over through some connections, letting him operate this Red High Heels.

The mayor's ambition was not just aimed at Jincheng. Now that the manager had been changed to a more reliable person, his goal was set on the entire state.

Mayors of each region, municipal councilors, governors, the Senate and House of Representatives of the state legislature, and those celebrities from all walks of life...

Just thinking about it, he felt this thing was great. Once he handled most of these, then after he stepped down from the mayor, two years as Speaker of the House, six years as Speaker of the Senate, and then he could run for governor.

Only by standing in the position of governor could he truly say that he had entered the upper class of the Federation.

And Samu was his hope and possibility.

"Clean up these damn places. Before dawn tomorrow, I want to see this place spotless."

He said while pointing to those dirty places covered with dust and mold.

After walking around the Red High Heels club, he was not very satisfied. He very directly said to the confidant beside the mayor, "This place has a small-town decoration style. I will give you a designer's business card."

"If you just want it to be a place where men come to spend money to buy happiness, these decorations are enough."

"But if you hope it becomes more high-end, becoming a place for upper-class men to release pressure, then this place is still far behind."

He walked around and looked at the people beside him, "Where is the previous operator here?"

"Where are the girls?"

The mayor's confidant simply said a few words. After hearing this, Samu raised his eyebrows, "So now, except for this place and your support, I don't have anything else?"

He walked back and forth a few steps, "Find a way to get the previous girls back, and then I will transfer a batch of people over to get it operating first."

"The previous business cannot stop. They have already laid a good foundation. In this way, as long as we maintain it, we can focus on external operations."

"I am not a person who likes to drag things out, so... as soon as possible."

Some "old people" were more familiar with the working environment here and could enter work faster.

In his view, those upper-class people with strange sexual habits were actually not difficult to contact, as long as their small, ugly desires were satisfied.

As for whether the girls would get hurt?

He had done similar work in Heaven City, and every year he needed to buy at least two or three hundred disposable fragile items from human traffickers.

The richer the person, the more powerful the person, once the psychology is distorted, the desire to release pressure becomes more perverted.

This was the experience he summarized.

Small citizens, workers on the assembly line, they are often angry, so it is very simple for them to release pressure: punch the wall, secretly scold the person who made them angry, and if that doesn't work, imagine greeting the other party's family members, and the anger will dissipate.

On the contrary, those upper-class decent people, the things that can make them produce pressure and negative emotions are often things they cannot resist either.

Used to being pampered, the pressure and negative emotions they produce are very difficult to vent.

It's not enough to punch the wall and say a few dirty words. They are not as tolerant of themselves as they are of their enemies.

Their venting will be very brutal. Only in this way, by trampling on the dignity and even the lives of their peers, can their negative emotions be alleviated.

Previously, the comedy king of the Federation once starred in a silent film called "The Emperor." In this film, he played a well-known dictator.

In one segment, when he felt unhappy because of a small matter, he directly pulled out the weapon from the waist of the person beside him and killed the person who had been very loyal to him.

Because his performance and the content of the performance were a mockery of the dictator, people would laugh at the absurdity of the emperor he played, laughing until they couldn't close their mouths.

But in fact, this is very scary.

Only destruction can soothe the anger of big shots. He needs fragile items.

After giving instructions, Samu returned to the temporary villa. The mayor's confidant told the mayor some of Samu's requirements, and the mayor's answer was "Understood."

This answer actually meant "do as he says." If he didn't agree, he would use "I'll consider it" as an answer.

The original manager of Red High Heels, Liyamu's confidant, had already been arrested in a series of police operations and sent to prison.

But because of a phone call, he was released again and sent to Samu in the shortest possible time.

After a series of tortures in prison, the former manager was obviously much more haggard and became more cautious. He stood in front of Samu with both hands pinching the edge of his hat in front of his chest, shrinking his neck and hunching his waist.

Samu held a slender cigarette holder in his hand, raised his orchid finger, looked up and down at the former manager, and asked, "Can you still find those girls?"

The former manager nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I know the information of each of them."

Samu pointed at him with his toes quite satisfied, "Bring them back. If you do it, you are still the manager of Red High Heels."

"If you can't do it, then go back to where you came from. Have I made myself clear enough?"

The former manager hurriedly bent his waist, "Very easy to understand, Mr. Samu."

"Then what are you waiting for here?!", Samu immediately showed his mean side, and the former manager ran out as if frightened.

Looking at the former manager's little butt twisting when he ran, Samu suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

To succeed, you always have to pay something.

Just like that. ===== CHAPTER 164 =====