Chapter 12 Spell Service
"The second step is that we want to be the only one in Beverly Hills."
Berezov's eyes widened, if he could completely own the whole of Beverly Hills, he would get a prominent position in the Siberian Company, where the profits would allow him to instantly surpass all the streets of Los Angeles - drug - traffickers!
When it comes to the United States gangs, I have to say that there are three types of rice gangs, one is the street gang, similar to the traditional black street - rogue - hooligan - and 18th Street This kind of gang poses a very big threat to community security; The other type is prison gangs, such as blacks, Mexicans and other gangs have the tradition of treating the prison as their own back garden, and their people should cooperate with the people inside and outside the prison, creating many prison scandals, such as the black boss in a prison in the United States marrying a wife and taking a concubine to let the prison guards give birth to his children, and still in prison - selling drugs - and so on are all derived from this kind of gang; The last type is the bikers, who call themselves the 'One Percent Club' because 99 percent of the people in the country who ride motorcycles are good citizens. In addition, the organizational model of these gangs is also different, such as the one-man empire of the black godfather in Montek Town, and the family gangs such as the Armenians also belong to their organizational structure, but there are two organizational structures that no longer belong to the category of gangs, because they are much stronger than the gangs, one is the anti-government-government-armed drug-tyrants, and the more typical of this type are the armed drug traffickers entrenched in Mexico, Colombia, and the Golden Triangle. The other is the gangsters that have been completely corporatized, and this type is known as Jewish gangs and gangsters in island nations.
And the Russians. is a complete exception. They exist entirely between ordinary gangsters and corporatized gangsters. 'Tomahawk' is one of the representatives, they have the determination to evolve like a corporate gang, but the hidden character in their bones is not suitable for playing this kind of big girl embroidery meticulous game, and finally those Russian gangsters who remain in the territory of the United States have become traditional gangsters with a company model, that is, the kind of gangster organizations that carry out street activities through the shell of the company.
However, the oligarchs of the fighting nations in the above categories are not included.
Berezov is a mid-level member of the Russian semi-corporate gang, a Siberian company that runs a business that is no different from that of a street gang, and several of the company's expelled executives are serving sentences in the country's felony prisons. All of them were sentenced to more than 50 years. It is said that these people were once powerful people who could compete with the Italian mafia, and after being sentenced to avoid implicating the company, they were fired by the company for 'illegal activities and misconduct'.
And Damas, who does not have the leadership temperament of a family leader at all, has the momentum to turn the family gang into a corporate gang country, and at the same time he also has all the needs of a craftsman, maybe one day he will become the guy with long hair and the feeling of an artist, even if he sees the head of the family, he loves to ignore it, but there must be a premise, that is, there is already a gangster empire carved by his own hands behind him. He himself was contained in the splendor of a great empire.
"We all know that neither Russians nor Armenians can unify Los Angeles, just as there is no way to unify the United States by any race. Because the ethnic groups here are so mixed, no one can summarize the commonalities between each race, but the commonalities of the rich are very good. β
Damas, who doesn't have to think about it at all, said eloquently: "Rich people like to enjoy, enjoyment = convenience + speed + safety, and price is not a problem for them." Remember how your competitors snatched those customers? Cousin Berezov, you must have done your research, they just put a lot of effort into the packaging, like those luxury brands in Italy. Actually, that's what you used to do, and I remember when the rich people in Beverly Hills called to order, my dad would triple the price because they wouldn't accept the reason that the delivery person was arrested by the police, and if they did, they would delete your phone number forever. As a result, the Armenians would have two delivery people to deliver the goods to Beverly Hills from two routes, in order to deliver them on time. β
"Oh, I forgot that it was my cousin who was taking care of these businesses at the time, and this is your business."
No one heard whether Damas had really forgotten or mocked, but everyone was listening: "Well, let's analyze why the rich would rather pay twice the price for a drug-to-product than take it themselves, and that's what I said, safety." They are the ones who will make headlines if they have a head and a face, and no one wants to be caught in the turmoil of drugs and products, and our people can deny it regardless of whether something happened or not, and they can even lie that the phone to issue the order is lost. β
"Do you understand? The extra money they spend is not only for delivery, but also for security. β
"That's the second step we're going to do, give them everything they want, and triple the price!!"
Berezov, as if looking at a whimsical child who instantly denied everything that he had admired before talking nonsense, said: "Are-you-kidding-me? (Are you kidding me?) οΌβ
"Of course not!"
Damas affirmed: "Because we can provide services that nothing else - drug dealers - can provide." β
"We can let the rich people see what they want from the point of departure to the destination with their own eyes on their mobile phones, and the security is very high."
Berezov did not believe that these words were true, but when Damas finished speaking, he began to wonder if he was no longer suitable for this era.
βUberγβ Damas casually said the most popular taxi-hailing app in the United States: "This is my plan, and we only need a high-end car, such as the Mercedes parked in the door." We used Uber's car service to change the code with the rich that if they booked our transfer to Hollywood, it meant they wanted an ounce of goods. Go to Orange County. Two and a half ounces. The exact setting can be discussed, and even the location can be set to the office area that the rich often go to, but it is not really going anyway.
We gave them an open service of watching the goods delivered to the door, and as long as they found that the special car stayed longer than the psychological bottom line, they could directly treat it as a taxi, and never admit any drug trade, so that even if the delivery person was arrested, the rich people could still be safe and sound.
With this process, plus a little bit of effort to change the packaging. Our goods can directly seize the market at a higher price than other suppliers. β
This idea made Berezov a little crazy, he had used the taxi software, if his goods could use the other party's system to appear in the sight of the rich, that feeling of getting closer and closer would definitely be able to bring back a lot of customers, addicts - drugs - addictions - to commit these formal things, instead of seeing nothing and listening to the other party say 'come right away'.
Berezov sat on the sofa and stretched out his hand to Damas: "Hey, the little man who used to pee in my arms, come here." β
Damas looked at him warily and asked, "What for?" β
"I won't bite you."
Eventually, Damas looked at Doko and walked over with a nod from him. Unexpectedly, Berezov pointed to the schoolbag behind him and said: "You shouldn't continue to go to school, if you can give up the burden behind you." You might be the Bill Gates or Steve Jobs of the gangsters. β
In an instant, Berezov's face changed, he looked at Doko with a smile and said, "You have a good brother." β
"Of course." Doko responded.
"But you don't have any experience." Berezov showed an oozing expression and said: "Such a perfect plan is said so casually, then why should I give you a chance to make money?" β
The six men in the room understood Berezov's words, and began to gather little by little, and the tattoos on their bodies seemed to have magic power, and they kept jumping with the shaking of their muscles in the movement of their limbs, perhaps, in this case, Berezov kicked them out of the house was the best ending!
But Doko didn't care!
"Berezov...... Sir, one impulse has the potential to ruin your chances of getting back on your feet, be cautious. Doko stopped calling the other party 'cousin', took out a box of cigarettes from his pants pocket, didn't hold it with his hands, opened the lid of the cigarette box and took it directly with his mouth, then took out the cheapest lighter and lit the cigarette, and after taking a puff, the smoke began to float out from between his lips: "Do you really want to do all this with all your strength only to find out that this is all for nothing?" β
"What do humans do best? Imitate! β
"As long as you can do that, your competitors can do it, and when the time comes, how do you fight back? Will the Russians continue to have the patience to wait for your next cousin to come and give you brilliant ideas? β
"Or, after your previous failures, the rich don't want to ignore you, what should you do? When the rich get used to your previous service, when they buy goods again, they ask, 'We are already old customers, why can't we enjoy these for free but on the basis of increasing the price?' 'How do you answer?' β
Doko pointed to his younger brother Damas and said, "I can't think of it anyway, but I think these business matters should be left to businessmen, such as my brother Damas." β
"Now, can we talk about working together?"
Berezov looked at Doko, didn't mention the weirdness of the atmosphere just now, and said: "How to cooperate?" β
"Leave the delivery to us, sign up for an Uber car account yourself, I don't want the customers in your hands, as I said when I came, we just want to make some money. As for what I just said, you can leave it to Damas, and if we're still partners, he can't sit idly by. β
"How do you want to divide it?" Berezov wanted to listen to all the conditions before making a decision.
Duoke turned his heart sideways, and directly cut it down and said: "Damas's plan has raised the price of your goods, and our delivery can ensure that the goods will be delivered safely in the case of only one shipment, you must know that the current DEA is very powerful, they can even find out the hidden in the body - drugs - products, oh, by the way, I read a news a few days ago, a gang using express delivery to transport drugs has been smashed, guess, will the police find Uber?" But it doesn't matter, if anything happens, I will pay for the lost goods, and if you lose the source of customers because you were caught during transportation, you can call the Siberian company directly and tell them that it is not good for Duoko, and let them kill me, this is the guarantee I can give you. Of course, with this guarantee, I want you to have all the upside after the base price rises. β
"Hey, Berezov, your purchase price is $20 and 0.25 grams, right? I don't know how much you sell to the rich guys per ounce, but at that price, the price of our shipment is $20 and 0.25 grams, and it's none of mine's business how much you're selling. β
"What? Why do you want so much? β
"How? It's not about money, Berezov, it's about whether you can get back to the table, whether you're going to be promoted with the Russians, it's about whether you dare to eat the whole Beverly in one bite. β
The room was completely silent, and Berezov's ideological struggle reached a white-hot level, a moment when the interlocutor had to make a choice.
"Listen, LAPD! You are already surrounded, and you immediately come out of the house and lie on the ground with your heads in your hands!! β
At the pinch, the sound of police amplification disrupted everything, as if the whole world was blacked out when an electrician finally found the one he needed most in a pile of intertwined wires. (To be continued.) )