Chapter 72: Watchdog and Watchdog [Revised Edition]

After Hiram finished saying that there was a large batch of wine in the warehouse, he didn't continue to speak. He had already said everything he should say, and stood by the side with his hands hanging at his sides.

Lans picked up the phone book. The phone number directory is absolutely a huge feature of the era. Here, you can find most of the numbers you want, whether they are company or private.

Some publishers even rely on printing number directories to maintain the survival of the enterprise, and they maintain it quite well—printing phone directories with pimping advertisements and placing them for free in public phone booths. Those pimps will pay them advertising fees.

Lans dialed this number, and the person who answered was a lady.

"Help me transfer to your manager. I have some business matters to talk to him about."

"Wait a moment."

After about twenty seconds, the call was reconnected.

"This is... office, I am Green. What can I do for you?"

"Hello, Mr. Green, I am a friend of Hiram. He told me that your company owes them eight people a month's salary."

Manager Green's voice suddenly became stiff, "If you are looking for me for the wages of a few bastards, then I suggest you hang up now, otherwise I will find you and let your asshole swallow the receiver in your hand!"

Lans didn't take this attack full of vicious language to heart, "I want to know if you intend to pay their salary."

"Fuck you!" Immediately after, there was a busy signal in the receiver. Lans looked at the receiver in his hand and shrugged.

The quality of the phone was very good, the sound was very loud, and both people in the office heard it.

Elvin wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, and Hiram was very angry.

For about a minute, no one spoke, and the atmosphere felt a bit heavy.

At this time, Elvin said softly, "I heard that the company hires some illegal immigrants every month, then doesn't give them money and drives them away."

Lans was interrupted in his train of thought, but he followed Elvin's words and asked, "Has no one resisted or reported them?"

Hiram then continued, "Mr. Lans, our boss has some methods. Someone reported him twice before."

"The first time he was fined one thousand dollars, the second time he was fined fifteen hundred dollars."

"But the people who reported him don't know why they were caught by him. These two people had their legs broken. One person is missing, and the other person is now watching the gate for us."

"Watching the gate?" Lans couldn't understand, "Is he continuing to watch the gate for your warehouse?"

Hiram nodded, "He is tied in the guard booth like a dog. Our boss and the others will give him food. He himself is actually... numb, probably."

"But they warned us with this method. He said he has a good relationship with the law enforcement department, so no matter who reports him, he will definitely be found, and then pay a heavy price."

"Mr. Lans, please help us."

"There are some others who have been hurt by them, Imperial people, not just for our own wages!"

Lans had already made a decision, "How many trucks are needed to hold these wines?"

Hiram became excited, "Five trucks, Mr. Lans."

"If we go at night, will it alarm them?"

"Night is when our people are on duty. There will be two supervisors in the company, but they will sleep in the house inside the warehouse and generally won't come out."

Lans looked at Elvin, "You and Hiram go figure out the situation, I'll go get the trucks."

Since they don't intend to talk properly, Lans will change to another way.

The traffic on the road today was slightly less. It has been raining heavily recently, and many people are not very willing to come out.

When arriving at Lezhu, Fudis was not there. He went out to work. The beautiful girl at the front desk was still in her indifferent manner. Lans found Alberto directly.

The latter was reading the "Horse Racing Newspaper." Alberto also likes to play a few rounds occasionally. It is worth noting that "a few rounds" is not a noun.

In the past two years, many people have been obsessed with horse racing. Some rich people even raise horses themselves and then go to participate in competitions. It looks like this is a hobby, but it is actually a business.

The mating and breeding fee of a champion racehorse is much more expensive than a luxury car!

After "Jazz Bomber" won the Triple Crown a few years ago, every time he is asked to breed, he charges a breeding fee of about thirty-five thousand to fifty thousand dollars.

Many rich people are treating horse racing as an emerging investment, and the entire horse racing industry is booming.

Many places in the Federation are building racecourses and joining the Horse Racing Alliance.

This primitive version of speed and passion is always full of fatal attraction to men!

"Are you no longer interested in baseball?"

Lans sat opposite him. Alberto put down the newspaper and signaled him to take cigarettes at will, "It's not that I'm not interested, but our opponent in the next round is too weak, and I can't feel any excitement."

"You know, only those powerful opponents will make me feel excited, with blood burning!"

"And those weak ones, I don't even want to go to the scene to watch the game!"

He put his hands on the table, "So you came today to chat with me about baseball and horse racing?"

"If you are interested in this, I can talk about it for a whole day!"

Lans laughed twice, "Of course not, I might be interested in the future, but not now."

"I want to borrow two trucks for a while."

"Trucks?" Alberto repeated, "Your work span makes me feel surprised!"

He paused, "Yes, do you want a driver?"

Lans coughed lightly, "Is the driver reliable?"

Alberto raised his head as a matter of course, "Of course, our own people. You should have seen them twice, the Howard brothers."

Lans immediately remembered who they were, "The pair of brothers whose father drank a bit of wine when filling out the birth certificate!"

Alberto was amused, "You heard about this too?"

Lans said how he knew about it. Alberto had been laughing, "Although their father is stupid as hell, they are both good hands in driving."

"Can you trust them?"

Lans didn't hesitate at all, "Of course."

Alberto nodded, "About when do you need them and the cars?"

"In these few days."

This also made Alberto have some curiosity, "Can I ask, what do you plan to do?"

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"If you can't say it, forget it. It's just a little curiosity of mine."

Lans had nothing to hide. After all, the Howard brothers would definitely know about this, so he said it directly, "I plan to get some wine."

"Wine?" Alberto became interested, "Are you also planning to hoard some?"

"You can think so."

He immediately realized that this was not hoarding, "Sounds interesting. Do you plan to keep it yourself or cash it out as soon as possible?"

"If you want to cash it out, you can consider selling it to me. I will give you a fair price."

Lans shook his head, "The price of alcoholic beverages has risen very fast recently. I have a feeling that the prohibition order is only one front-page headline away."

Alberto marveled at his keen sense of smell, agreed with his view, and told him a piece of inside information, "At the end of this month, the governor will announce joining the Prohibition Alliance."

"In fact, if you go to a bar now, you will find that many bars only sell alcoholic beverages to regular customers. They are also shrinking their shipments."

"The days of making big money are coming, Lans!"

Wine that cost seventy or eighty cents can now be sold for nearly two dollars. Many people think that after the prohibition order is completely promulgated, it will be two hundred percent or even higher profit!

This is more profitable than usury!

Jincheng is a port city with dense flow of people and developed commerce. Almost all entertainment venues need alcoholic beverages, but now they are not allowed to sell wine.

This will only make the price of wine rise continuously. Alberto has already been able to take out nearly half of his funds to hoard various spirits.

Lans was also eager to move.

In the evening, Lans and Elvin went to the place where Hiram worked. After observation, it was indeed as he said.

It was not very clear whether a large amount of alcoholic beverages were stacked in the warehouse, but he had already seen two supervisors.

They sat at the warehouse entrance chatting, beating and scolding Hiram and the others, looking very difficult to provoke.

Lans also saw that "watchdog." His leg was completely disabled, turned outward, and after being broken, it did not receive timely treatment and was completely disabled.

Of course, it was impossible to get treatment. Illegal immigrants couldn't go to the hospital. They had no identity and no money. The hospital wouldn't pay for their treatment because the Federal medical finance wouldn't pay them.

In the end, he held on, but also left behind an irreparable disability, a deformed leg, and a dead heart.

He curled up and lay outside the guard booth, turning a blind eye to the gazes of some people coming and going, not sleeping, or just in a daze.

A little later, Elvin changed into their clothes and mixed in.

He stayed inside all night without being discovered. It was one reason that it was late and not very clear, and the arrogance of these two supervisors was another reason.

Early the next morning, he took the opportunity to run out.

"After eating dinner, they will lock the warehouse door, and the key is in their hands, so if we want to pull out the wine inside, we must get the key first."

"And the trouble is that the small house is not soundproof. In other words, as long as we move things, they will definitely be able to hear it."

Lans nodded noncommittally, "What about the wine, how much is there?"

"I'm not very clear, maybe two or three thousand bottles?"

Elvin was not sure about this. Although Hiram and the others participated in the moving work, they didn't know exactly how many bottles there were.

But even if there were really only two or three thousand bottles, this is also a large sum of money.

As he said, Elvin also took out several trademarks on the paper boxes and gave them to Lans, "I secretly tore these off from above."

Looking at those beautiful lines, Lans knew that this batch of wine would definitely not be too cheap! ===== CHAPTER 73 =====