"What do we lack?", Durin looked at his fellow local Guartes and turned his gaze across everyone's face, "We are upright, kind, hardworking, honest, we have many virtues, but we lack a blood. Whenever our fellow citizens are treated unfairly, what we lack is a kind of blood, a courage to dare to fight hard with eggs and stones. ”

"I'm not in favor of having to touch a stone with an egg to prove our courage and our blood, but if we don't touch it, how do we know it's really a stone? Maybe it's just another kind of 'egg' that looks like a stone that we haven't seen before?"

"The purpose of bringing these things to you is not only to make everyone's life a little better, but also to take this opportunity to regain our blood and courage. I hope that the next time Mr. Budi invites me to come, I will not come at night, but during the day. I wish there were more cars to pick me up and make the scene a little more decent. I want each of you to wear hundreds of dollars of clothing with a confident smile on your face. ”

"I hope that when you walk through the streets, you will no longer be looked at with contempt, but bow your heads in awe of you. ”

Durin turned around and stretched out his hand again, shaking it tightly with Budi, "In order to achieve this goal, work hard!"

Soon Durin left the city at the hands of Mr. Budi, and he had a lot of places to go, and he wouldn't stay here long, not even a day. In just over a month, he traveled through thirteen cities, and then came to the most important place on his trip, the city of Montel among the three most prosperous cities on the East Coast. The city is as bustling as Illian, and as one of the three deep-water ports in the past, it is popular with tourists even in winter.

Montel was the southernmost city of the Empire's long coastline and the closest city to the Confederation. It was once affected by war, and most of the city was destroyed by artillery fire. After the Great Patriotic War, the New Party took power, and with the encouragement of the New Party, many businessmen financed the reconstruction of the city. As the closest tourist city to the Federation, the atmosphere here is completely different from that in the north, more open and free.

It is a city dominated by merchants, and although the town hall enforces its powers, it is actually the merchants who control the city. Some people say that this is a merchant's paradise, as long as you have money, you can do anything here, buy anything, as long as you have money.

On more than one occasion, the town hall tried to interfere and regain its rightful power, but each time it failed. How could the capitalists, who had rebuilt the city with their money, built it as perfect as the Ilian, so kindly contributed to the empire without expecting anything in return? They owned more than two-thirds of the city's buildings, and sixty percent of the city's inhabitants were their employees.

Anything that makes them unhappy will be a group of workers who have been notified that they are about to lose their jobs will march in front of the town hall. For Illian, demonstrations may be one thing that affects the face and image of the city. In Montel, however, demonstrations have become one of the "spectacles" of the area, and many tourists have rushed here when they heard that demonstrations were going to take place.

Over time, the city hall also dismissed this idea, at least until they could afford to buy back all the land in the city, and until they were able to provide jobs for more than 900,000 citizens.

Doolin needed to completely spread out his moonshine in this area, which sold tens of thousands of bottles a month, and a little more. Once he wins a certain market share in this place, it is equivalent to catching a chicken that can lay golden eggs in his hands, which is also one of the places he attaches the most importance to.

The meeting was repeated many times before, only this time the meeting was no longer in the dock or some park, but in a restaurant. Located on the corner of Montre's Cotai Strip and Third Avenue, this small front door looks more like a barber shop or something from the outside. The environment in the restaurant can only be said to be okay, there are seven tables, and when Durin came in, there were no guests. When he wondered if he was in the wrong place, a slightly chubby guy came down from the second floor with a smile.

He hurriedly walked up to Durin and stretched out his hands to hold Durin's hand, very enthusiastic. The not very delicate features on his round face were squeezed into a pile in his smile, "Welcome, welcome, since I received your letter, I have been waiting for your arrival, come, let's go upstairs." As he spoke, he realized that he had forgotten to introduce himself, and slapped his head, "I am Sebre." ”

Durin smiled, introduced himself and followed the chubby Cybra up to the second floor, the second floor was only half the size of the first floor, and there was only one table, and there were already a few people standing on the edge of the stairs waiting for Durin and his party, and after entering the room, they sat down separately, and Cybra asked the cook to tell the cook that it was time to serve.

He enthusiastically introduced Duhrin to the fact that this restaurant was his property, and that his father had been drafted into the army during the Great Patriotic War, and because of his good cooking, he became an officer's cook, and strictly speaking, he had not been to the front. After the war, the officer was promoted and left, and his father returned to Montel, where he used some of the money he had saved during the war and the small amount of face he had saved to open the restaurant.

Until now, the restaurant was a Sabre property.

Perhaps because he was in business, he may not be the most prestigious among the Guartes of Montel, but his fame is the highest. It's like picking a general among the dwarves, and you always have to choose one of them. Du Lin felt that since this guy was in business, he didn't need to teach many things by hand, which could save him a little time.

"Mr. Doolin, I don't know how much wine you brought here this time?", the slightly oily fat face flickered with a greasy reflection in the light, Durin's brows twisted slightly, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything to him.

While he was vigilant, he said quietly: "This time I brought a thousand cases of wine!"

Sabre took a breath, it was 12,000 bottles of wine, and according to local prices, this batch of wine could be sold for at least 240,000 yuan, and it was also a wholesale price. If you open the retail, a bottle is at least thirty yuan, and his eyes suddenly burn with a scorching fire, which is an astonishing fortune. Sabre, who had been running a small restaurant, immediately became more enthusiastic, and kept saying good things about Durin, which made Durin gradually discover that something was wrong.

That is, Sebre was too much like the businessmen, the petty capitalists he had seen, and completely different from the Gualt compatriots he had seen before. Thinking of this, Durin realized that the problem was here. He was pondering whether to hand over the goods to Sabre, his philistine appearance made it hard to believe that he was capable of carrying the heavy responsibility given to him by Durin, but now it was a bit difficult to find someone with prestige among the local Guartes to do this.

Maybe this Sebre isn't as bad as he thinks, and he'll leave someone here to help Sebre open the market, and keep an eye on this guy by the way. Thinking of this, Durin lacked the motivation to continue greeting this guy, he said a few words that he repeated many times, and after Sebre excitedly promised that he would lead the local Guerts to glory, he ate a little bit of food Durin left six members of the Fellow Townsman's Association, and then left directly, he still had a lot of places to go.

The smile on Cybre's face retracted as he saw Durin leave, replaced by a greedy look of fanaticism, and he strode to the warehouse, his whole body trembling slightly as he watched the boxes of moonshine pile up.

These...... It's all money!

In his life, including his father, he had only saved up a small restaurant, and he had less than 5,000 yuan in the bank, but what was it here? It was hundreds of thousands of dollars! He might not be able to earn this money in his life, but the money was here, right in front of him.

Rich people are stupid!

Really, he didn't even think about opening the city's market through a rush in the way Durin said, and the rush was going to kill people. Whether it is one's own people or someone else, it means spending money to avoid disaster, and there is a peaceful way to make money, so why do you have to be so violent? Sebre did not believe that letting his compatriots fight a few times would stimulate their blood and raise the status of the Gualts, so he did not believe that kind of stupid lie.

He believes in money even more, only money can change a person's social status, can change the perception of the people around you, why do those things that may hurt people to gain people's respect, isn't it good to use a simple method?

He decided to sell the liquor, but not to bars, but to other moonshiners. Maybe the income will be a little lower, but it doesn't matter, it's better to be safe, and he hasn't paid a penny for this shipment.

In the future, whether that naïve Durin will cooperate with him again or not, he doesn't care. With these more than 200,000 yuan, how can he not live a good life? Even if he leaves Montel, it is not unacceptable, and if he really wants to hide it these days, it is really impossible for people to find it casually.

His face had regained its composure as he exited the warehouse, and he looked at the people left behind by Durin on the docks, and his eyes flashed with a twinkle in his eyes. He knew that if he wanted to dispose of the liquor as he wanted, he would have to hide it from these people, and possibly even do something to them.

As soon as the muscles on his face relaxed, he walked towards those people with a warm smile, with a huge profit of more than 200,000 in front of him, what else did a businessman dare not do?

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