Chapter 73: Arthur is Here

Jincheng, Bay Area, Force of House, Villa.

Federals have a preference for "heaviness," especially people in the upper class. They will be very fond of that kind of aristocratic style.

Everything must be magnificent, looking rich, noble, and heavy.

So the studies of most upper-class people will give people this feeling.

Huge bookcases, wide and heavy desks, red or white wide-backed chairs, plus some gold edges to embellish.

They will lay good camel velvet carpets here. Some people will put a globe in the corner, roughly some antiques, and maybe some animal specimens.

Everything is highlighting nobility and luxury.

This room is also the same. Congressman Williams sat on the chair with a pipe in his mouth, and sitting opposite him was his son, Arthur.

Arthur is in his early twenties, with platinum-blonde hair, looking very handsome. This is like his mother.

Congressman Williams's eyes felt a bit unable to open. He is over sixty years old. At this age, even in the Federation, he is considered an old man.

But in this city, no one dares to underestimate his influence and power.

In the occasional slits of his eyes, a luster that cannot be ignored flows out. Arthur, who is extremely arrogant outside, is as obedient as a quail when facing his father.

"The people from the prohibition organization are coming in these few days. You'd better not do some stupid things, otherwise, I will send you to prison myself."

Arthur nodded repeatedly, "I won't go anywhere in the manor these few days."

Congressman Williams glanced at him, wanting to distinguish whether he was telling the truth or perfunctory to himself.

Looking at the serious appearance of this stupid son, he was a little relieved, "Didn't ask you not to do anything, just don't cause trouble."

Arthur asked curiously at this time, "Father, it's just a prohibition organization. Is it necessary for us to be so nervous?"

"Just a prohibition organization?" Congressman Williams laughed after hearing this sentence, his voice filled with mockery of Arthur.

He knew that this son was not the best candidate to inherit his power, so he didn't intend to let Arthur become the successor to his power. He had other sons.

Arthur was the product of his marriage with his fourth wife. Although he also liked Arthur very much, he looked very much like himself, but this was not a reason for him to make the wrong decision.

He was in a good mood and didn't mind explaining a few words, "The prohibition association was developed by the church. Just this alone has involved many big figures in the upper class of the Federation."

"Not to mention that there are some political struggles and social experiments behind this. Saying these things to you actually doesn't have much meaning. With that brain of yours filled with dog shit, you don't know what I want to express at all."

"You just need to know, don't cause trouble in these few days, otherwise I will really send you in myself."

Looking at Arthur's pitiful and aggrieved appearance, Congressman Williams was soft-hearted after all, "I heard you are hoarding wine recently."

Arthur was startled. He thought his old man was going to do something to him, and hurriedly explained, "I'm just... helping a friend store it!"

Congressman Williams sneered, "You are the same as when you were a child when you lied. You haven't changed at all. Don't lie to me, Arthur. I am your father; you can't lie to me."

"But you did a good job on this matter. You can store more wine. October 25th is the Saint Agriculture Festival. On this day of the Saint Agriculture Festival, the whole state will join the Prohibition Alliance, and the governor will announce the prohibition order."

The Saint Agriculture Festival has another name here, called "Harvest Day." People celebrate the grand autumn harvest on this day and also look forward to another harvest next year.

Announcing the prohibition order at this time point has a special significance. Autumn harvest is often the peak period of brewing. Announcing it on this day is actually declaring war on the industry and culture represented by wine.

This war has already been won before it started. Everyone will get the recognition of mainstream society because of this, which represents another improvement in influence, status, and power!

Looking at Arthur's somewhat blank appearance, Congressman Williams could only sigh, "You are hopelessly stupid, my dear."

"So I hope you can earn a little more money before I fall down. This is the only gift I can leave you!"

"Now, you can get out. My eyes hurt looking at you!"

Arthur ran out of the room dejectedly and went directly to see his mother, a woman who looked only thirty-six or thirty-seven years old.

She was wearing casual clothes at home, half-lying on the sofa reading the magazine in her hand. She glanced at Arthur sideways and let him sit on the sofa opposite, "Didn't your father beat you?"

"This is rare."

Arthur glanced at his mother's heavy bosom and moved his gaze away. He always wanted to recall some things from childhood, but he could never recall them. This was very impolite, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

"Father asked me to hoard more wine."

She put down the magazine, "So you came here to ask me for money?"

"I heard that you have made quite a bit of money outside relying on your father's name."

For this mother, he was obviously not so afraid, and even a bit cheeky.

He sat directly at the woman's feet and helped her massage and relax her calves, "I just stored forty-five thousand bottles of wine, and the money in my hand is not much."

"Forty-five thousand bottles?" The woman who had been squinting her eyes couldn't help but open them, "You shouldn't have bought cheap wine, right?"

"Gold Label Napo Whiskey."

The woman looked at him with deep meaning, "The one that is six dollars a bottle?"

Arthur proudly corrected, "It's nearly eight dollars now, and there is some Delan Gin."

The woman raised her eyebrows, "You are richer than I thought."

Forty-five thousand bottles, this is thirty-six thousand.

It doesn't sound like much, but if a person only has an income of thirty or forty dollars a month, this money is almost the income of a worker for a thousand years, and he can't eat or drink.

Sometimes this world is indeed not very fair. Everyone comes naked when they are born. It is possible that you have put in more effort but didn't get the corresponding return.

On the contrary, those who have never worked hard have possessed everything that most people can't reach in their lifetime since they were born.

The woman thought for a while, "I only have... thirty thousand here. I can give you twenty-five thousand, but when you pay me back, you have to give me thirty thousand."

Arthur was overjoyed when he heard this. He knew why his old man told him this, which was to let him hoard a large batch of wine as soon as possible before the Saint Agriculture Festival!

With this money, and then he goes to "borrow" some more, as much as he can gather, this is a business that makes one hundred percent profit!

He walked to the woman's side and kissed her hard on the face, "Thank you so much, my good mother!"

The woman giggled and pushed him away, "Your saliva got on my face. You go directly to the bank and wait for Malone. He will help you handle the transfer problem."

Malone is her full-power representative lawyer, and he is also responsible for things like transfers. In fact, the woman only has a few thousand dollars in her own account.

The money she promised to give Arthur was transferred from the Jincheng Aicheng Charity Foundation. This is a private charity foundation she hosts.

Arthur left immediately after hearing this. Although he also liked his mother very much, compared to the twenty-five thousand that was about to arrive and more wealth, obviously these were more important.

Although there might be some indebtedness in his heart, he would make up for it in his dreams.

In the president's office of the Botong Bank, Malone was chatting with the president. Not long after, Arthur ran over in a hurry.

Malone didn't like Arthur either, but he wouldn't show it. After showing the authorization letter, he transferred the money from the foundation's account to Arthur's account.

Arthur didn't like Malone either because Malone was too excellent. Stupid people are never willing to play with smart people because once they are together, stupid people will find that they are really stupid.

After finishing the simple signing, Arthur left. He thought about it and locked onto Jobav as the first stop.

He had extorted Jobav. Although this kind of thing... sounds a bit excessive, but for the sake of Congressman Williams, among those immigrant capitalists in this city, how many have not been extorted by him?

Sometimes he even feels that I extort you is giving you face, not everyone will be extorted by me!

When his convertible, which is the only one in the whole Jincheng and particularly flamboyant, stopped under Mr. Jobav's bank, the assistant rushed into Mr. Jobav's office.

He stood by the door holding the doorknob, his face a bit panicked, "Arthur is here." ===== CHAPTER 74 =====