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To be honest, if you are optimistic enough about your lifespan and have some savings in hand, now is definitely the best time to engage in art collecting.

Not to mention anything else, the bone china vase in front of me, it doesn't take 100 years, as long as you wait for another thirty or forty years, the price will have to increase by more than 5 times.

"Mr. Lee also likes to collect?" Seeing that Li Yaoyang was looking at the vase, Little Woods couldn't help asking.

"No, just take a look, it's beautiful~" Li Yaoyang retracted his gaze, he really didn't understand.

"Hehe~ That's a vase from the Windsor house, which is very collectible~"

Ron Frick pouted:

"I think the name Windsor is more valuable, even if it's a toilet~"

Li Yaoyang echoed with a smile:

"Indeed, a considerable part of the value of a work of art lies in the hype~"

Little Woods has a lot of attainments in social networking, and he was not annoyed by the ridicule of the two:

"It seems that the two of you are well versed in art investment, we can communicate more in the future, sit here, and taste the good wine I brought~"

Lo and behold, for these bigwigs living in high society, Prohibition is just a decoration.

Li Yaoyang shook his wine glass, the aroma was tangy, and it was somewhat close to Albert's wine, which was also a blended whisky.

He took a sip to confirm his suspicions.

Ron is a little more professional than Lai, and he tastes wine like an expert.

But the reviews are all the same:

"You need a different bartender~"

Little Woods laughed and snapped his fingers:

"That's right, that's why I'm working with Mr. Lee, you don't have pure raw wine, and I need a top bartender!"

"Maybe we can consider cooperating~" Li Yaoyang didn't talk nonsense, and directly explained his intentions.

"Mr. Lee figured it out?" Little Woods said with a little surprise.

"Don't be in a hurry to be happy, I need a batch of raw wine now, do you have it in stock?"

"Of course, I came to New York this time and brought 50 gallons of raw wine."

"Good, I want it all!"

"No problem, but it's not a one-shot deal, is it?"

"Of course not, I brought Ron today just to negotiate a specific share ratio."

Little Woods looked at Ron curiously, and he had said in the previous introduction that the two were partners.

"Ron, what do you think?"

He shrugged his shoulders:

"As long as you don't encroach on my interests, you can do as you please~"

"Actually, we can sign a long-term purchase agreement, you provide the original wine, and I pay." Li Yaoyang came up with a new idea.

However, this plan was not accepted by Woods Jr.:

"I don't have to come to New York if it's just an exchange of raw spirits, because it's common in Scotland for the major distilleries to trade raw spirits between them."

"But the price of the exchange between you is definitely not as high as the one I gave you!"

"Oh? What price can you give me? ”

Woods Jr. can ask this question, which means that he has not completely rejected this plan.

"$400 per gallon, you're in charge of the transport!"

Theoretically, a gallon of raw wine can be mixed to fill 7-8 bottles of finished wine.

In other words, this price can ensure that Li Yaoyang can still have a 50% profit without adjusting the selling price.

"This—" Little Woods hesitated.

Glancing at Ron, Li Yaoyang added a bargaining chip:

"We can sign an agreement to purchase no less than 1,000 gallons of raw wine every month after six months."

400×1000, very simple arithmetic problems, a large order of nearly 5 million dollars per year, little Woods is not moved to be fake.

As for how much money Little Woods can make, Li Yaoyang doesn't care, he only knows that he will never make less.

"Why six months later?"

"Because we are expanding the scale of production, it will take about six months to take shape."

"And now?"

"In the short term, we can sign a 2,000-gallon order for monthly delivery."

Li Yaoyang could vaguely hear the sounds of countless brain cells flying out of Little Woods' head, all with symbols of knife music.

"When can I sign an agreement?"

This is considered a promise, Li Yaoyang breathed a sigh of relief:

"Anytime!"

After leaving Christie's auction house and getting into the car, Li Yaoyang said to Ron:

"Looks like we need a lawyer~"

"Hmm~ I'll look for it, but are you sure you want to cooperate with this kid?"

"What? Do you have any other comments? ”

Ron shook his head slightly:

"I just think that in this way we will put the initiative in the hands of others~"

"Hehe~ Don't worry, I won't make such a far-sighted decision, you don't think my goal is just an annual production of 100,000 bottles, right?"

"Huh? 100,000 bottles a year is not a small amount for whisky, are you misleading about this number? ”

"Man, 100,000 bottles is not enough for a Bay Area in New York, and this is only the high-end market, and there are low-end and mid-to-low-end markets waiting for us to conquer."

Ron gasped:

"You want to have a monopoly?"

"If you can, why not? But I don't think there's much hope~"

These words almost broke Ron's waist:

"What the hell do you mean? Can you finish it in one sitting? ”

Li Yaoyang sighed and pointed to himself from top to bottom:

"Look at my skin, do you have a chance to complete the monopoly?"

Ron suddenly said, "Are you worried about the Chinese Exclusion Act?" ”

"No, it's not worry, it's the cloud of reality hanging over every Chinese's head, just look at your father's attitude towards me, I can't forget his lofty face last night~"

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

On one side is his father, who breaks bones and tendons, and on the other side is a partner he chooses for himself, and it is unfair to the other party to help anyone speak.

But he could understand Li Yaoyang's thoughts, after all, his own race was suffering like never before.

Li Yaoyang started his Cadillac, put the gear on the gas, and jumped out with a bang.

"Okay, don't think about how to comfort me, no, all I have to do is take action, I believe that as long as the interests are big enough, those high-ranking big people will open up to me and my people, what do you say?"

Ron nodded vigorously:

"That's right, as long as you can weave a large enough web of interests, nothing is impossible in this country, even if you have to amend the constitution."

There was a sentence he didn't say, provided that he wouldn't be swallowed up before that.

This is the inferiority of the capitalist world, where everything is about money, and huge interests can push the state apparatus to serve you personally.

Don't think that the Chinese Exclusion Act is simply racial discrimination, that is only the most superficial view, and the root cause is that hard-working Chinese infringe on the interests of a certain group.

Unlike European immigrants, who usually dragged their families with their families, most of the Chinese were young men who came to the West to work alone.

Compared with those white people who covet comfort, Chinese people are more hard-working, able to endure humiliation, make money with their hearts, and then start a family.

As a result, the Chinese are diligent, frugal, and willing to accept low wages.

The white laborers organized strikes at every turn to raise wages, and the poor and industrious Chinese were regarded by them as wicked people who destroyed the market and took advantage of the situation.

At the same time, coupled with the exaggeration and promotion of prevailing racism, it further stimulates the sense of superiority of white people, leading to various prejudices and discriminatory behaviors.

Once the interests of the Chinese were touched, they quickly turned into rejection and hatred, and the Chinese Exclusion Act came into being.

But as Ron said, they can push for the creation of the bill for the sake of profit, and the Chinese can also push for change for their own benefit, just as the Jews did.

Of course, it is also an indisputable fact that the Chinese group working in the West in this era lacks a real leader.

This, coupled with the endless infighting and the fact that most Chinese prefer to keep their voices out of their minds rather than resist, will further deteriorate the situation.

Li Yaoyang may not be able to change the general trend, but at least he can protect himself, and at most protect the people around him from harm, even if he has not lived in vain in this life.

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As the saying goes, the gun shoots the first bird, and the fame grows, and with it comes more and more eyes looking at you.

They have a haughty demeanor and a contrived tone, and they judge you.

"The Phantom of the Opera" began to become famous with one wonderful performance after another, and many people outside of New York were caught in the news and instinctively wondered if the play was so good.

At the same time, I will also follow the reporter's pen to explore the story behind the play.

For example, the past experiences of several leading actors, what they like to eat and wear in private.

There are also people who are paying attention to the director and producer of this play, and the name that looks weird, OMG, is actually Chinese?

Can a Chinese still be a theater director? Chinese also have artistic talent? How can the Chinese succeed?

Doubts accompanied by the rise of the name of the 'Phantom', but the industry was still calm.

Theater owners don't care who you are, at least for now, and it's worth paying more attention to whether this person can be used by them.

If you can, it's your own people, and otherwise, it's not too late to destroy you.

…

Chris Hunter, under Lai's money offensive, successfully entered The Times as one of the three associate editors, responsible for review and scheduling.

It just so happened that one of the associate editors was retiring, and Chris Hunter could come in and get used to it and take over the work seamlessly.

Not long after joining The Times, he provided Li Yaoyang with an important piece of information.

The two met at a café near the newspaper office, the sun was just right, the spring breeze was warm, and the sky was full of catkins and clouds, everything was just right.

"You shouldn't be in such a hurry to see me to invite me to coffee, right?" Li Yaoyang took a sip, a little sweet.

"Look at this~ remember him, right?" Chris pulled a picture out of his purse and pushed it on the table.

"Huh? Of course remember, the bald head who troubles me~"

"That's right, look at this again~"

He took out another piece of manuscript paper and reminded:

"Be careful not to get dirty, this is the original manuscript, I took it out secretly~"

Li Yaoyang lowered his head and read, and the title was - "Chinese Invasion of Broadway".