"Where's Graff?", Mr. Crane was busy sweating, wagons of goods waiting to be moved, but the main force of the porters, Graff, who could hold five people by one person, had successfully disappeared again, much to the annoyance of Mr. Graff. Railways and steam locomotives were not the public property of the Empire, but were built by the consortia according to their own needs, in other words, the station was a company, and Mr. Crane was the owner of the company.

All capitalists are not good people, and history has proven this right. The friendliness of the capitalists to the workers is nothing more than a show, and their aim is to hope that the workers will be able to endure more exploitation. In the eyes of these capitalists, each worker has an accurate figure that indicates the role they assume in the productive physical force and the value that can be exploited.

Graff was not a good worker, but he was a good target for exploitation, so Mr. Kerry did not bother him too much, despite his many minor faults. The value he created was far more than the troubles and losses caused by his faults.

But all this has a premise, and Graf needs to be exploited by him. Without such a premise, Graff has no value at all.

"Did anyone see where that guy went?", Mr. Crane snarled as he ripped open his neckline, had been informed by the previous station, and in an hour there would be a steam locomotive here for transshipment, with a large amount of stuff to be unloaded and loaded. The high physical intensity of the work had already exhausted several workers, and with Graff's absence, the efficiency was reduced by more than 10 percent.

He roared as he searched around the station, but alas, he couldn't find Graff. So in the absence of a fruitful search, Mr. Crane shouted in front of many people that Graff would be punished according to the terms of the contract.

It's nothing more than a deduction of salary, and possibly a fine.

Time-sensitive work is often more stringent in terms of the content of the contract, which is to restrain workers from being lazy or absent from work.

It is clear that Graff has breached his contract.

But does Graff mind?

He doesn't mind!

Compared with being a cow and a horse at the station, it is obvious that you can make more money by selling high-grade fruit wine privately, faster and more money.

"We can't do it alone, we need a mature team to help us do these things. "After all, our business is not legal, we need to disguise, we need to protect our way out of the exposed situation, and we need to be able to deal with risks." ”

For the past two days, Durin has been thinking about how to make this business bigger and stronger almost every moment, and after experiencing the failure of his business, he has become more cautious and has a deeper reading comprehension of everything he has experienced in his dreams.

If a person wants to develop and succeed, it is absolutely impossible to succeed by relying on himself alone. At any time, in any society, the competitiveness is huge. In such an environment, only by gathering more vested interests can they protect their core interests. It's like a car wash, if he had someone like Graff around at the time, and there were three or five of them, would that guy called Mad Dog Vieson dare to clean him up?

He didn't dare!

It is precisely because of such an experience that is related to his vital interests that Du Lin also has a clearer direction for the future development direction.

"The trading company I registered can import some low-alcohol liquor as a cover, and at the same time, there is also a market for low-alcohol liquor, which is also a huge source of revenue if we can find a way to purify low-alcohol liquor. At the same time, we also need people, about 10 to 20 people, to have the motivation and courage to pursue our dreams, and maybe it won't be long before we have to face some people's challenges. ”

Graff immediately straightened his chest when he heard this, and the one who beat his chest muscles one by one more than a woman, "Who is it?

Durin had a headache, who was it? Of course, it was the high-level liquor dealers and distilleries whose interests had been destroyed, it was like a wooden barrel full of water, and if an iron ball was thrown into it, some water would inevitably overflow. Never-before-seen high-level fruit wines opened up the market and won the hearts of those who loved to drink, but also made them abandon their previous choices. This is tantamount to snatching their share from other people's hands, this is not a legitimate business, since having this idea, Durin has already realized that this is a sideline, it is a shady business.

Businesses that can't see the light are the same as those that can see the light, and there is brutal market competition. Ordinary businesses can complete the law of the inferior market through commercial means, so how can these shady businesses complete market competition and compete for winners?

It is nothing more than force, and there are all kinds of dishonorable and dishonorable means.

Since you smashed other people's jobs, don't think about others saying flattering things to you, and in the end, you still have to rely on your fists to speak.

After explaining for a long time, Graff slapped his head and let out a pia sound, with a look of disgust, "Didn't you just say that you were going to start a gang?"

Establish...... Faction?

Durin fell silent, and when he left the country, Mr. Kersma hoped that he would be a useful person to society, that his mother wanted him to be a successful man, and that his siblings wanted him to be a role model.

But no one ever expected him to be a gang man, and a gang leader.

Since when did his great dream of making a fortune be distorted into a gang that went against his original wishes?

Durin glanced at Graff and considered the physical gap between the two sides, maybe it was providence?!

Durin didn't speak, but Graff became excited, and he even laughed out loud, "I have long wanted to build a gang belonging to the Gualts, and we Gualts are all heroic warriors......", when he said this, Graff glanced at Durin with the eyes that Durin had just looked at him, "Of course, there are some ...... Once our gang is established, those damn Ogtins won't dare to bully us anymore, it's a great idea, I've got your back!"

As a minority race in the Shining Star Empire, the living environment of the Guartes is not very good. In the spirit of depleting minorities, the government requisitioned a large number of Gualts during the war, resulting in a large number of casualties among the young and middle-aged people in the Guarte community. In the absence of enough youth, the Guartes also became a weak race, often bullied by the Ogdings. In Turnaire City, the vast majority of gangs are made up of Ogdings, such as Visen, the mad dog, who is a typical Ogding.

Du Lin was silent for a while, then suddenly looked up and said, "I think what we need is not a gang, but an organization, an organization that belongs to the Gualts, the Fellow Townsmen!"