"To the left, a little more to the left... All right. ”

Blue Flame Bar, the brand new door is hung up, and Vincent is leading the workers to work.

The interior decoration was over, Vincent hired a few hot waiters, and the finances were handed over to a short woman from China.

The accounts of the bar are very easy to calculate, and the important thing is to be honest and do not play tricks.

The honesty of the Chinese is famous, and Vincent knows the other party, so he will give it to her with confidence.

However, there was something else he needed to deal with besides the bar's accounts.

The nominal business was a bar, but that's not what Paul really wanted, and he was still in the business of smuggling alcohol.

Although Prohibition was lifted, the business of smuggling alcohol did not disappear, and not paying taxes is always more profitable than paying taxes, isn't it?

Drinks shipped from South America and Chicago are transported by land and water to Canada, Europe, the Far East and East Asia.

The Blue Flame Bar acts as a transit station, responsible for ensuring accounts, transportation, and collecting money.

However, it is Tommy, not Vinson, who is temporarily in charge, and he has not yet received Paul's approval and trust.

Vincent, who knew this, didn't care about this, compared to marijuana and a few women, smuggling alcohol in the chaos zone was equivalent to serious business.

"Are you all ready?" Tommy, who didn't know what to do, returned, and looked up at the door.

"Tonight, do you want someone to celebrate?" Vincent asked what he meant.

"No, it's better to keep a low profile. Tommy said with a smile.

"Well, I believe that with these girls here, business will not be too bad. Vincent said with little confidence.

In order to make a name for itself, Blue Flame Bar followed the example of a 'playboy', and asked the waiters to wear net socks and white sailor suits.

The décor of the bar is also on the Mediterranean style, with soft music and bar singing.

If you want to have a business, you have to do something else.

"You should have them standing at the door. The neon lights at the bar were already lit up, and I waited for half an hour without seeing a single customer, Tommy jokingly pointed to the door.

"They're waitresses, not street girls. Vincent looked at him speechlessly.

"Hey, anyone?" a voice said, the door was opened, and the girl with the ** head asked;

"Of course. Glancing at the waiter who was holding his head at the table with his head propped up, Vincent enthusiastically took out a cup from the bar and said, "Would you like something to drink?"

At 11 o'clock at night, the Blue Flame Bar was already packed, and waiters in uniformed net-stockings weaved through the crowd, causing a whistling sound.

The number of girls is very small, and most of the people who stay here are boys, and the hot outfits make their blood boil, and they keep drinking to suppress their impulses.

It's just that the more you drink, the hotter it gets, and so repeatedly makes Vincent want to laugh out loud.

"Dude, it looks like you were born for this. Tommy put his arm around Vincent's shoulders and looked at the crowded bar.

"That's right. Vincent nodded with a laugh, and today bodes well for him.

It would have been nice for him to just do bar business, but Vincent quickly came to terms with the reality.

On the third day of the Blue Flame Bar's opening, two strong men in jackets appeared in the bar.

Collect protection money, 800 per week, Vincent couldn't believe it when he heard this figure.

With 800 US dollars a week, is there any need for his bar to be opened, and to do day jobs?

After categorically refusing the other party, the glass on the table smashed directly into the wine cabinet, and the guests in the bar immediately ran out screaming.

Nobody wants to get in trouble, they're just here to relax and have fun.

"Man, it doesn't have to be like this. Vincent raised his hand and stepped back, signaling the other party not to get excited, and said to the waiter next to him by the way, "Go find Tommy." ”

"Is it necessary?" the other grinned and lifted his jacket, revealing the pistol pinned to his waist, "And now?"

"Ok, ok, I can give it to you, it's just not that much right now, we've just opened. Vincent quickly shook his head, indicating that he had no intention of resisting.

A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, and if he provokes the other party to really shoot, it won't benefit anyone.

"Hand over all the money in the cashier, now. Seeing that Vincent was scared, the other party proudly grabbed the gun in his hand.

"No problem. In order not to misunderstand the other party, Vincent slowly opened the cash register so that the other party could see his movements clearly.

There was a wad of change in it, and a large pile of coins, which looked like about four or five hundred.

Vincent put the notes on the table first, and then said, "Man, I still need to stock up, and I'll leave the change, right?"

The two looked at each other, about to say something, when a 'hey' call came from behind them.

The man with the gun glared and turned around, and before he could see who it was, he fell to the ground with a bang.

"M-Fk, Tommy, what are you doing?" the gunshot startled everyone, and several waiters shrank into the corner, looking at the scene with scared faces.

"Don't, don't—" Tommy didn't speak, just pointed his gun at the other man, who immediately raised his hands above his head and knelt down, begging incessantly.

"Get up. Pointing a gun at the other man's head, Tommy tilted his head at Vincent and said, "Follow me." ”

"FK, you can't kill people in a bar, you're going to get into trouble, I'm not a gang, it's legitimate business here......"

Following Tommy, who was pointing a gun at the man, to the back alley, Vincent said angrily along the way.

"With a gun. Ignoring his complaints, Tommy, who came to the backyard, shoved the gun into Vinson's hand.

"What? what are you going to do?" Vincent's heart shuddered, and he had an ominous premonition.

"Shoot, kill him. Tommy said with a blank face.

"FK, FK, are you nervous? I'm not going to kill......" Vincent screamed with his gun still on the ground.

"I said, kill him. The cold muzzle of the gun rested on Vincent's temple, and Tommy's eyes looked cold and not like he was joking.

"Man, no, don't do this, I still have kids......" said the man who knelt on the ground as Vincent picked up the gun again, holding it in his hand nervously.

"You hear it, he still has children. Vincent said in a hoarse voice with a bitter look on his face.

When he was pointed at a gun, the water in his throat seemed to evaporate instantly, making him swallow a little stinging.

"Really?" Tommy smiled and lowered his hand, sarcastically "Throw the gun away." ”

Vincent immediately threw away the gun in his hand, as if it were a poisonous snake that had bitten people.

Tommy pointed a gun at the man on the ground and said, "You, pick it up." ”

The other party didn't know what Tommy wanted to do, hesitated and didn't know what to do, and a bullet hit him next to him, making him pick up the gun immediately.

"Kill him, and you're good to go. Tommy pointed his gun in Vincent's direction, leaving him frozen in place.

"Hey, it's not funny, don't, don't do it. Seeing that the other party raised his hand to aim at himself without hesitation, Vincent smelled death from it.