Chapter 74: You Plot Against Me, I Plot Against You

In the past two days, Mr. Jobav had figured out many things. He had always felt that Federals, especially those with a certain status and background, should not have too ugly eating manners.

But these past few days, he realized that in this Federation, from top to bottom, there is not a single person with good eating manners!

Previously, he mistakenly felt that these people with good eating manners were not too bad; that was only because he hadn't been served on the dining table yet.

Now, when he was already lying on the plate, sprinkled with seasoning by the cook, and served on the dining table, he realized how outrageous his previous thoughts were.

Just having money is not enough here. You must have the status of a local, and also have money. This is the most basic guarantee.

Then you must take a stand, choose to stand in someone's team, and play the role you should play.

Finding a turning point in the long process of being exploited, it is possible to enter the true upper class and become someone truly protected by the rules!

But it was too late when he understood this.

Previously, he treated the cook's cleaning work for him as the Federation's welfare treatment. This is like a pig entering a new environment.

Inside, someone will vaccinate it, deworm it, and help it check its body to ensure it has no diseases. Of course, if it has diseases, it will be actively treated.

In short, it will be in a very healthy state and live in a high-security environment.

There is scientific and reasonable feed every day, and sometimes it can take a bath, and sometimes it can even listen to music.

At this time, this pig will feel that this is the highlight of its pig life!

It will tell others that it is so happy here, the air is so sweet, and even the damn tap water is sweet—this is the taste that can sweeten the heart!

But only when it is cut into slices and placed on a dining plate and sent into the oven will it realize that everything it enjoyed before was just to make it healthier and more delicious to be sent into the mouths of those capital crocodiles and politicians!

But when it understands this moment, it is already too late, and it might even regret the pigs it once mocked that were unwilling to come in or unwilling to accept such a beautiful life and were desperately trying to escape.

But at this time, the only thing it can do is lie on the dining plate, waiting for the knife and fork to be added.

Mr. Jobav took a deep breath, shook his head slightly, "Let him come up."

Not long after, Arthur's arrogant laughter and the tapping sound of his nailed shoes stepping on the floor came in, "Jobav, my old friend, long time no see!"

He walked in from outside the door with a smile on his face. If you don't consider what he did before and what he is about to do, it would be very difficult for anyone to feel bad about a handsome young man full of smiles.

But he knew how much of a bastard this person was.

Looking at Mr. Jobav who didn't seem to have the idea of hugging him, he also retracted his arms indifferently, then walked straight to sit opposite Mr. Jobav, and looked back at the assistant, "Coffee with whiskey, thank you."

The assistant looked at Mr. Jobav, who nodded slightly, and then he left.

"Joe, I know you don't like me because I took a little money from you."

"A little?" Mr. Jobav couldn't help but ask.

Arthur was still in that appearance, "Do you want to tell me a lot?"

Looking at Mr. Jobav who fell into silence again, he was very satisfied with the other party's reaction, "It is precisely because I still owe you a little money that I thought of you for a business that makes a fortune now."

Mr. Jobav didn't speak, but Arthur didn't care, "We cooperate, not that I borrow money from you."

Arthur frowned. Jobav explained, "The result is the same. If you intend to pay me back, then we cooperate, hoard wine together, profit... split in half."

"I'll provide the principal and the venue. You only need to be responsible for the safety of this batch of wine. The money earned will be split in half."

This was not quite what Arthur thought. He didn't even intend to pay back the money. This meant that he would be fifty percent less than the actual growth value of the wine he originally planned to hoard, as well as the principal of this batch of wine.

"No, I don't like to do business with others. You lend me money, then I give you interest and pay back your principal."

Mr. Jobav shook his head, rarely becoming tough, because he was going to have dinner with the mayor tomorrow night, and he would stand on the mayor's side.

It was the same being slaughtered, being served on the dining table, but being eaten by the mayor and turned into shit and pulled into a golden toilet.

And being eaten by Arthur and turned into shit and pulled on the side of the road, although both are shit, at least he touched the edge of the golden toilet.

This gave him some confidence, "You know this is impossible. You haven't paid back the money you owe me yet. I can't lend you more money."

Arthur already had some fire in his heart.

At home, although he was the most favored, everyone knew that his brother was the successor to Congressman Williams's power because he was too stupid.

That damn brother always looked at him with a weak-minded expression, but he was helpless.

Congressman Williams's first wife's family has great influence in this state. Currently, their family has many people in politics, among whom the two most powerful are one as the Speaker of the State House of Representatives and one as a State Senator.

In contrast to Arthur, he only has a young, good-looking, and big-breasted mother.

Although his father favored him, he never let him enter the core circle of the family, which gave him a particularly distorted desire.

He started to act recklessly from childhood. In a sense, it was also a desire to get Congressman Williams's attention and importance, but he never got the result, and he gradually lost himself in these reckless behaviors.

Now even an honest immigrant says no to him. This is something he cannot accept.

But he wouldn't excessively demand that Jobav must do something. He thought about it, and a thought suddenly popped into his brain filled with dog shit, "What if I have collateral?"

Collateral?

Mr. Jobav was a bit surprised, "What collateral do you have?"

"Wine, forty thousand dollars worth of Gold Label Napo Whiskey and Delan Gin."

"If I mortgage these things to you, how much money can you give me?"

"We can sign a loan contract. I am seriously wanting to do business with you, not extorting you. You have to figure this out."

Mr. Jobav fell into deep thought. His days have indeed not been very good these past two days. There have been some rumors unfavorable to him on the market.

Although it hasn't really affected him yet, there are already such signs.

This is also one of the reasons why he wants to invest in the mayor's arms. He must stabilize his status in the Federation and his status in the hearts of Imperial immigrants.

But if this is added to the fact that he can cooperate with old-fashioned dignitaries like Congressman Williams, then some rumors will be self-defeating.

And Arthur said he was willing to sign a contract.

With a contract, even if the other party defaults, this contract can become an important bargaining chip, whether it is used for threats or for trading.

"Where is the wine?"

Arthur looked like he was laughing very happily. Mr. Jobav now knew his little thoughts, but didn't expose them. Who doesn't have some little thoughts?

"In the warehouse, right by the pier. I can take you to see it now."

"Then let's go now!"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, but considering that these things were related to money, he didn't refuse. This time he was telling the truth!

Soon the two came to the warehouse area and saw the mountains of wine in the warehouse he contracted.

Mr. Jobav didn't trust him, constantly pulling out some wine boxes to open. The ground was indeed authentic Gold Label Napo Whiskey. This kind of wine is very popular in the middle class and the market with a certain consumption ability!

If one-dollar Copper Label Napo Whiskey is the ration of the working class, then Gold Label Napo Whiskey covers from the bottom to the middle class.

It can be given as a gift. After all, it is seven or eight dollars a bottle now, which is really not cheap!

But for some middle-class families, it is a wine that can be consumed, and there is still a lot of room for appreciation.

However, its limit is actually within ten dollars. If it goes higher, there will be no market, and people will choose Silver Label Napo Whiskey.

What can really sell for a price is actually Copper Label, but Copper Label is almost completely out of stock now, even him, it is very difficult to get.

Arthur looked at Mr. Jobav, who was standing on the wine mountain in deep thought, and couldn't help but show a smug smile, "Joe, I didn't lie to you, right?"

"I said long ago that I am never a person who lies. You actually didn't believe me!" He was actually aggrieved.

Mr. Jobav climbed down from the wine mountain and clapped his hands, "I will arrange for people to..."

The thunder that suddenly sounded outside interrupted his words. The assistant reminded him on the side, "The radio said there will be a rainstorm in these two days."

By the sea, this situation is very common, especially now that cold air is moving south, and heavy rain and storms in strong convective weather are very normal.

"... I will arrange for people to block the warehouse here until the transaction is over."

Arthur's eyes flashed with some hidden essence, "No problem, I will have people hand over the key to you."

Mr. Jobav was very satisfied, "How much do you plan to borrow?"

"Forty thousand!"

"No, the wine here is not worth forty thousand. I can only give you twenty thousand."

"Twenty-five thousand!"

After half a minute, Mr. Jobav reached out his hand, "Okay, twenty-five thousand, annual interest rate of twenty-two percent. In addition, I need to sign a supplementary clause. You need to give me an extra ten percent of this principal and interest as a loan condition."

"This is equivalent to our cooperative investment, profit split one-nine, you nine, I one."

Twenty-five thousand, after one year, it is thirty-three thousand five hundred dollars, which conforms to the interpretation of legal interest by the Federal Savings Bank and the Federal Department of Justice, and he also got enough profit.

"By the way, remind you, although Gold Label has a high price, Copper Label sells better. If you can get Copper Label, I suggest you buy all Copper Label!"

Although Arthur had some disdain for Mr. Jobav, he listened to his advice.

"I will consider it carefully..."

When the two returned to Mr. Jobav's bank, the dark sky began to rain heavily, and they signed the mortgage loan contract in the thunder, and signed their names.

With this contract, Mr. Jobav directly transferred twenty-five thousand to Arthur, and arranged for people to guard the warehouse at the port.

He knew Arthur might do small tricks, but this time he definitely wouldn't give Arthur a chance.

At the same time, two trucks had parked at the entrance of the port area, and quite a few people came to ask the truck drivers if they were taking jobs, but they were all rejected.

Because they already had work—

Listening to Lans's instructions! ===== CHAPTER 75 =====

He knew Arthur might try something, but this time he would certainly not give Arthur the chance.

Meanwhile, two trucks had already pulled up to the entrance of the port area, and quite a few people came over to ask the drivers if they were taking jobs, but they were all refused.

Because they already had work—

Waiting for Lanse's orders!