Chapter 805: Brother, don't mess around 6668

The atmosphere was slightly tense.

This sheriff is not a good guy to get along with. Those who know him well understand this point.

It is said that extorting passing trucks was first proposed and implemented by him. At that time, he was not a sheriff, and some people opposed him doing so, and some people reported him to the disciplinary department.

But soon after the investigation team came down, they didn't find any problems. On the contrary, the person who reported him encountered a disaster in a police call.

Some people say that he shot his colleague in the back, but some people say that the guy was just unlucky.

In short, he climbed to his current position smoothly, and there must be more than just those positive stories inside.

As long as a person establishes his own prestige, there will definitely be some messy rumors.

In these messy rumors, the sheriff has killed quite a few people.

Those real criminals, those innocent truck drivers, and even police officers.

He looks very easy to communicate with, but no one in the road section branch is not afraid of him. Seeing him smile and ask such questions, the two police officers were so scared that their farts were almost unable to hold back!

The smile on the sheriff's face gradually converged. The shorter police officer was already sweating. While wiping the sweat, he tried his best to control his constantly jumping eyelids, "This month, this month we will definitely exceed fifty thousand..."

"I swear by my grandmother!"

The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze at this moment. Sometimes they really doubted whether this sheriff was a sheriff or a gang leader.

They also doubted whether they were state police or gang members under this leader.

They didn't wait long, maybe seven or eight seconds, but these seven or eight seconds were exceptionally long for them.

Both were highly nervous, staring at the sheriff, revealing a hint of pleading.

However, in the next second, the sheriff suddenly made a pistol shape with both hands and "ba-ba" twice, scaring the two police officers so much that they almost collapsed along the chair!

Looking at their funny ugly state, the sheriff couldn't help laughing, "Okay, just kidding with you, you won't even be able to open a joke, right?"

The heart rate of the two police officers must have exceeded one hundred and fifty at this time, beating wildly. They barely squeezed out a smile and said they didn't care, while sitting firmly again.

The sheriff laughed for a while, took a deep breath, and ended the laughter.

"Safety is very important, but our sales speed is also very important. I don't want the owner of this batch of goods to find us, understand?"

"You sell too slowly, which will only increase the chance of us being exposed, so sell as soon as possible, even if the price is lower."

"Sell the things, exchange them for cash, and then we take our money home in a state of silence, okay?"

He looked at the two police officers, "You know me, I never stingy with sharing with you, but don't let me down either!"

"If the number of wines you sell is very small, but you get the same money as others, do you think this is fair?"

"So you'd better try hard to sell those wines, so that even if I give you more, others can't say anything!"

The two police officers could only nod and say, "I guarantee I can do better!"

The sheriff nodded noncommittally, and then clapped his hands, "Good, I believe you. Now, boys, go do your things, run!"

Although he used a slightly stiff tone with orders to let the two roll out of here, the two police officers still breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and after very politely saying goodbye, pushed the door open.

At the moment of pushing the door open, two police officers outside the door stood up from the bench next to them with backpacks. The four people and eight eyes looked at each other. After the two released the "you be careful" look, they staggered and left the office.

Soon the office door was closed, and a new "reincarnation" began. Of course, it is also possible that this is different from the previous reincarnation, for example, these two people work harder.

Their backpacks are bulging, and it looks like they can definitely hold a lot of things.

"Just scared me to death!", the big guy police couldn't help but sigh.

The shorter one is wiping sweat, he cursed a few times, but didn't know who he was scolding.

It is possible that he is scolding himself, or he is scolding his partner, scolding those who sell wine for them.

There is also a possibility that he is scolding the sheriff, but he definitely won't admit this point himself.

The two changed into their police uniforms in the parking lot and started today's work.

"He is a bit anxious.", the shorter police officer took out the prepared donuts, carefully using the other hand to catch underneath, and sent them to his mouth.

These donuts look very "spectacular," I don't know how many layers of syrup and chocolate chips are wrapped, as well as various other things, but federal people like these.

Sweetness is the cheapest "potion" that ordinary people can come into contact with. Except for aging faster, making the brain become slow and stupid, and the body being gradually destroyed, there are no other big side effects.

The big guy answered while driving, "His pressure seems to be a bit high. What is the origin of these wines?"

They hadn't done similar things before, but they had never been like this, not only removing the wine label, but also changing the cap, and even using a chemical agent to wipe off the small piece of hot gold logo on the wine bottle!

Everything points to one reason—pressure!

The origin of this batch of goods must be extraordinary. The shorter one recalled, "I remember it seems to be 'Golden Lion Wine'. Do you know this brand?"

Not to mention things that happened in another state, even things that happened in another city, they don't necessarily know, so they haven't heard of Golden Lion Wine, and naturally they don't know where this wine comes from.

But they all know that the owner of these wines is definitely not simple.

The two didn't discuss the wine anymore on the way, they just finished their work.

According to normal work rules, they should stay on the highway for at least three or five days, but because they have other responsibilities now, they just come to go through the motions.

It can be seen that the sheriff is a guy who follows the rules. Even if they have other important things to do, they should come to show their faces.

At night, after changing cars, they returned to New Birmingham. They came to the agreed restaurant and ordered two set meals.

They and the scatterers under them all agreed here.

There are not only them two selling these wines in this city, there are other colleagues, and they also have their own scatterers.

Except for working hours, they rarely meet other colleagues.

Just eating, a man wearing a knitted hat bumped the door open with his shoulder from the outside and walked in.

After looking around, he found the two in the corner, then walked over and sat down.

Then he took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it over, "Three hundred and seventy dollars today."

The shorter police officer took the money out of the envelope and counted it, a bit unhappy, "Less than yesterday."

The guy wearing the knitted hat complained immediately, "Come on, this is damn whiskey, not beer, not mixed fruit wine, and this is not a place like New Jin City. How many people do you think can afford a whole bottle of whiskey every day?"

"Even if someone can really afford a whole bottle of whiskey every day, are you sure they can drink it?"

"This is spirits. Only when queuing will sales become better, for example, during the Saint Agriculture Festival."

"Now that I can sell so much, I am already surprised, and you don't allow us to do business with old customers all the time, and you don't allow us to sell to bars."

If you can sell to a bar... in fact, you don't need to sell in a bar, as long as you sell to the operator of the bar, these wines can definitely be sold immediately.

But the sheriff doesn't want this matter to be discovered. To put it bluntly, his "pressure" is too great, so he can only sell it in a sneaky way.

The big guy frowned, "Pay attention to your tone."

He stared at the guy wearing the knitted hat. A fierce light flashed in the latter's eyes, but soon he took his hands out of his pockets and raised his hands, "Okay, my attitude has a problem."

"But this can't blame me. Your requirements are too damn strange. If you are like this in the future, I don't know whether to cooperate with you!"

When they sold small appliances and the like before, there were no such rules. They were directly pulled to the second-hand market and sold as brand-new second-hand.

Things worth one hundred dollars were sold for sixty or seventy dollars, and they were not enough to grab.

Now selling secretly, it is definitely not as fast as selling openly.

The shorter police officer took out thirty-five dollars and handed it over, "Okay, try to sell more, you can use some promotional means, for example, buy two bottles and collect less money."

The guy with the knitted hat couldn't help it, "The quality of these wines is very high, it can actually be sold at a high price!"

"If you are willing to talk to the bar, or if it is inconvenient for you to show up, I will talk, and I can make the price of each bottle at least sixty dollars or more!"

He looked at these two police officers with some expectation, but what he got was just that cold gaze.

The three looked at each other for a while, he shook his head, "Forget it, you are the boss, you have the final say!"

He patted his butt, stood up, "There are still some goods left from last time, give me a new address tomorrow after selling them."

"I'm fucking done with you people!"

After saying that, he left with unclean words in his mouth.

Not long after, another person came, just as wordy, just as paying money, and then just as complaining and leaving.

If it weren't for the fact that they cooperated well before, these people wouldn't want to do it now!

In a short while, the two received more than five thousand dollars. The shorter police officer watched the tall police officer concentrate the last food residues on the dining plate into a corner, and then scooped them up with a spoon and put them into his mouth, showing an enjoyable expression.

At this moment, he couldn't help laughing, "I just don't understand, is this last bite so delicious?"

The tall police officer smiled and didn't say anything. He left two fifty-cent coins on the dining table, and then the two stood up and walked toward the outside.

Their car was parked in the parking lot next to it. The shorter one was biting a cigarette and came to a corner to unzip his pants, and when he was relaxing against the wall, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

"Don't mess around, brother, you don't want me to pee on you, right?"

He laughed.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 806 =====