A pound of tobacco, a pound of tobacco is about 13 cents,

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What is the most lucrative thing in the world?

Not the best, not the most expensive, not weapons, not houses, but those that people use the most and consume the fastest,

For example, salt, food, medicine, etc.,

Without exception, these things are strictly controlled by the government, and it is naturally impossible for John to intervene casually. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in this day and age, there is one of the most lucrative things that is in an untapped state,

That's tobacco.

Where there are men, there is tobacco, and where there is tobacco there is big money.

"That's what you call fanstry?" Zero was a little speechless, thinking that this crazy master wanted to take some crooked path, but he didn't expect that it was just selling tobacco.

John shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "You think too simply, there are so many tobacco sellers in this world, it won't work to compete with them without adding some ingredients." ”

"Ingredients?" Zero whispered, suddenly thinking of something, and said in a strange tone, "Are you going to add that kind of thing to the tobacco!" ”

John smiled slightly and asked rhetorically, "Is this still illegal?" ”

"It's definitely not illegal now, but it's hard to say in a hundred years."

"I'll do this again in a hundred years!"

John smiled weirdly, walked over to the drawing board, picked up his pencil, and said, "Extract the structural drawings of the cigarette machine, remember, the most primitive and lowest-level kind that can be manually powered." ”

Five seconds later, the azure aperture began to rotate, and a drawing of an old-fashioned wooden-wheeled cigarette machine and its structure appeared in John's mind.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before he began to write.

From the basic appearance drawing, to the size of each part, and the three-dimensional structure, each part is marked in detail.

Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, the second rooster crow sounded.

John let out a sigh of relief and crumpled all the design drawings together and burned them to ashes, and the paper was useless with the overall construction and every detail of the cigarette machine in mind.

He moved his shoulders slightly, glanced at the wooden door that had not been opened at night for a long time, and somehow, he suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart,

It's been two nights, aren't you here yet?

John sighed, collapsed on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

……

Before dawn, the morning sun had begun to shine with a unique dark red halo, and the light through the windows turned into beautiful strips of paint, adding a different kind of brilliance to this quiet cabin.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

An eager knock on the door broke the quiet atmosphere of the cabin.

John opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the wooden door that was constantly shaking due to the knocking, frowned slightly, and scolded angrily,

"Who, early in the morning, knock what?"

As soon as the voice started, the knocker disappeared, and after more than ten seconds, Henry's cramped voice came from outside the house,

"Young Master, I... I'm looking for you in a hurry! ”

There are two pauses in a short paragraph, even a child can distinguish the nervousness and uneasiness in the words, it seems that this morning's lazy sleep is not successful, John helplessly, slowly rolled out of bed, opened the wooden door, and said with an unkind face,

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I... I... I—" Henry's face was eager, but he still had only one word after saying it for a long time,

"I am what I am, I will say whatever I have, and I will say what I look like."

John's face was displeased, and his tone couldn't help but become stern, and Henry was full of excitement, and hurriedly spoke,

"Young Master, I want to ask you to come forward to save someone."

"Saving people? Save whom? ”

"A... Blacks... Slave girl! ”

As he said the last few words, Henry's face flushed and his head sank deeply.

John frowned and said in a deep voice, "Black slave! Is it your friend? ”

Henry shook his head,

"That's your benefactor?"

Henry shook his head again, and when he accidentally saw John's increasingly cold face, he was terrified, and gritted his teeth to tell Scott about the drugging that night.

Hearing this, John was speechless for a long time,

"So, Scott didn't come that day because she didn't expose you and even helped you."

"Yes!"

"So you want me to come forward and get that black girl who doesn't even know her name out of the police station."

Henry nodded again, looking at John very nervously, he knew that this was a bit excessive, but the girl had been captured by Scott to help herself, and he had to save her anyway.

John was silent, and after half a sound, he patted his forehead helplessly, and said,

"Go ahead, call Scott here, I'll wait for him in the villa."

Henry was overjoyed, and then nervous again, "But what if he doesn't come?" ”

"Then tell him: if you don't come, within two days, everyone within a dozen miles will know that Scott and Werewolf Andrew conspired against John Condon."

"Okay, I'll do it."

The boy, who still had freckles on his face, bowed deeply to John, turned his head and ran out, not even hitting his head against the trunk of the tree.

"Young first love always makes people desperate."

Looking at the fading figure, John muttered to himself,

However, is it really appropriate for a white boy to fall in love with a black slave girl?

Ay! It seems that some of them will be annoyed in the future.

……

Young people are always in a hurry.

It was only half an hour later that the fiery boy came back and said to John, who was having breakfast,

"Big young master, he's behind, and he'll be there in a while."

"Hmm!"

John answered, put down the dessert in his hand, and commanded, "Go tell the kitchen and prepare another breakfast." ”

"Good!"

Henry nodded, turned and walked away.

A plate of breakfast had just been put down, and Sheriff Scott, whose face was a little pale, pushed the door directly and walked into the restaurant.

He glanced around casually, his eyes fierce, his face gloomy, and his body was filled with suppressed anger, and he did not have the kind appearance he had before.

John waved his hand to Henry and asked him to go out, then pointed to the breakfast and tables and chairs on the side, and asked with a smile,

"It is said that Mr. Sheriff and my father have been good friends for many years."

Scott snorted expressionlessly, looking arrogant, without even the most basic etiquette.

Seeing him like this, a trace of coldness flashed in John's eyes, but the expression on his face did not change at all, and he still smiled,

"I've also heard that Your Excellency and Andrew have also been friends for many years."

The old sheriff's expression finally changed, his pupils contracted slightly, and he snorted, saying,

"The eldest young master called me here, didn't he want to ask how many friends I have!"

"Of course not!"

John shook his head with a smile, inserted a piece of bacon into his mouth, and said as he ate,

"I'm just a little curious about how Mr. Scott, who is a sheriff, will feel after learning that his friend for many years is not human.

Remorse? Kick oneself?

It's better to calm down and find a way to get yourself out of trouble as soon as possible, so as not to ruin the good reputation of years of business. ”

"Sheriff Scott, I wonder what the hell you think?"