People are always talking about how successful people are, as if successful people are born with something amazing into the world, but that's not the case. The so-called charisma and shrewd mind are actually based on money being recognized by society. We often say that so-and-so entrepreneur is very courageous, but we ignore that there are 99 other former entrepreneurs who are just as bold enough to wander the streets in search of food.

We recognized this successful entrepreneur – the more powerful the figure is status and money, and the bigger the number, the stronger our affirmation of him.

So no matter what Doolin says, in the eyes of those who don't have as many numbers as he has, he's right, because he's successful, and we're always convinced of the winners, because we haven't made it yet.

That's the goal, that's the example!

Batches of moonshine were packed and bound into wooden boxes with sturdy wooden boards and sent to trucks. Trucks loaded with moonshine were constantly running on the city's roads, barrels of low-alcohol liquor were poured down, but more and more money flowed out, and more and more low-alcohol liquor gathered here, and more and more banknotes entered Durin's bank account.

A little anecdote has to be told here, some people have been reminding Durin that the Imperial Central Bank is unreliable, because it is a bank opened by the Ogding, and he should hide his money in the cellar.

Well, that's a joke.

A large number of high-quality moonshine successfully hit the market, leaving the other two guys not doing very well.

There were only six people in the secluded restaurant, two attendants, two bodyguards, and two tycoons.

Ernst sat at one end of the long table in a well-dressed manner, elegantly dividing the steaks on his plate, the best steaks, not the same thing as those of the inferior. Cattle were cheap, but there were also expensive luxury breeds that were reserved for the nobility and capitalists. The cattle eat far better than some middle-class families, and in order to perfectly distribute the fat in the muscles, not piece by piece, each high-quality Wagli cow is raised by a team of at least three people.

They feed the cows some expensive fruits, and they also feed them some other qualities of beef – which increases the amino acid content of the beef, which can improve the umami of the beef. They also massage the cows at regular intervals to crumble up any excess fat that may be produced and then evenly fill the meat. Of course, every cow also needs to exercise, and they are served properly every day like a noble lord, until they need to become a delicacy on people's plates.

Such an almost perfect steak costs about sixty to seventy yuan per pound, and if it is a top-quality special cut of beef, the price will be as high as hundreds.

Like a gourmet, Ernst patiently and carefully cut a piece of beef with a slightly charred outer layer and some pink in the middle, inserted it into the beef with a silver fork, and squeezed out a trace of pink juice. He cautiously leaned forward, stretched his neck, and wrapped the piece of beef in his mouth, nodding his head and encouraging his cheeks to chew. He glanced up at the guy across the table, swallowed the beef in his mouth, and raised the knife and fork in his hand, "Don't you taste it? It's very fresh, and it was slaughtered this morning." ”

Karul's upper lip twitched twice, making him look a little funny, his expression serious and solemn, and his eyes filled with a terrifying glow. He lowered his gaze and glanced at the temptingly scented steak on his plate, then clutched the napkin in a ball and threw it on the table.

"I don't understand how you can eat it, don't you know that our market share is shrinking?

What Karol is talking about is that there has been a recent market about the price reduction of Snow Elves and First Love, and the price reduction for each bottle is not very much, only 50 points, but this 50 points has made more bars more willing to promote these two kinds of moonshine when selling high-end moonshine. On the one hand, the purchase price is at the middle and low end while the quality is high-end, and on the other hand, the reputation of customers is rapidly fermenting.

More and more bars are falling - bars are cash cows, and the owners of bars don't care about the unspoken rules, they need profit and the market, and nothing else cares.

Because of his complicated background, Ernst didn't really care about the gains and losses of moonshine, or that his ability to maintain his demeanor came from the fact that he had the confidence to stand to the end. But Karol didn't, and his expenses have been increasing dramatically in the recent past, and he has been warned in a joke that if the donation is to be reduced, he will consider another person to support him.

The mid-term elections are imminent, and at this time everything that should be moved has also moved, and most ordinary people have only seen the brutal "fighting" one or two months before the election, but they would not have thought that as early as a year or two ago, they had already begun to accumulate strength and store ammunition.

Ernst shrugged his shoulders in the face of Karul's questioning, he put down his knife and fork and looked at Karul very seriously, "Do you know how many rulers this city has welcomed and sent away since its establishment?", without waiting for Karul to answer, Ernst asked himself, he gestured, turned his wrist and raised his hand, "Uncountable, yes, countless." The winners leave their names, the losers leave their bones, and nothing remains the same. We have replaced some people before, and perhaps will be replaced by some people in the future, and this is history, dear Karul. ”

"No, it's different, I won't allow anyone to take away everything I have now, absolutely!", he was about to get up and leave the table when there was some noise behind him, the quiet dining room became slightly noisy, the door that was not allowed to be disturbed was pushed open, and the two attendants straightened up before they could say anything—each with a long sharp knife around their necks.

A tall young man in a white suit walked in with his head held high. He casually took off his hat and handed it to the people next to him, and strode to the table. At this time, Karul's personal bodyguards were about to stop these less "educated" intruders, but they were held to the head by a gun.

The guy in the white suit pulled a chair from the side and placed it in the middle of the long table, snapped his fingers, and one of the attendants was pushed and staggered back to his side.

"Bring me a medium-rare steak, thank you!", the boy smiled and nodded, then propped his hands on the table, and in an aggressive and oppressive stance, he looked at Ernst and Karul, "Please allow me to introduce myself!"

He smiled and said, "My name is Durin!"