(Ask for a ticket!) Ask for a ticket! ）

Monica has a great voice, and her voice is gentle and tactful, which is very different from the slightly deep tone when she speaks.

Standing at the door and listening for a while, Xiao Wu found him and hurriedly walked over:

"Brother Yang, when did you come?"

"Just here, how are they going?" Li Yaoyang pointed to the stage.

"It's good, except that she was a little uncomfortable at first, but she quickly found her presence, and she is now the sign of our tavern."

"Hehe~ Take good care of it, don't be shy if you're interested, just make a move."

Xiao Wu was embarrassed to be said, lowered his head and smiled, a little sullen.

"Where's Xiao Qi?"

"He's moving wine in the warehouse, and he'll be back later~"

"Hmm~ I have something for you and Xiao Qi, go to your office and say~"

"Okay~"

The two of them came to the upstairs office one after the other, the area was not large, seven or eight square meters, and they barely put down a desk and a small sofa.

"The Tongfu Chamber of Commerce may have made a big move recently, reminding the brothers to be on guard~"

"Okay, what's the news you've received?"

"Hmm~ It's always right to be careful, especially on the side of the god of mourning, keep an eye on me, I don't believe he will give up~"

"Brother Yang, rest assured, there are brothers staring at the mourning god, and they don't dare to relax for a moment."

"That's good, we are now suffering from the enemy, walking on thin ice, we must not slack off~"

Xiao Wu said solemnly:

"If you really can't do it, find a dead one, and make an example of the chicken~"

He has always been cautious, but he said such an unconventional remark, which shows that he has no confidence in the current situation, and he has to come up with such a way to fight for his life.

"No, manpower is precious, once it is finished, we will return to the starting point, this method is not advisable~"

"But the opportunity is rare, the Irish and the Chicagoans are in a fierce battle, and it is very likely that both will lose, if we don't take the opportunity to destroy the Irish, and wait for them to relieve their fatigue to deal with us, it will be trouble~"

Li Yaoyang sighed:

"I know, but Atlantic City is run by the Irish.

Even if we destroy Colin Donner, those officials and bigwigs in Atlantic City won't let us go.

If we want to sell our wine in Atlantic City, we have to be cautious. ”

Xiao Wu has his own ideas and does not blindly obey:

"Brother Yang, in fact, the Irish are not as united as they imagined, after all, it is for the sake of profit, as long as we can provide enough or even far more than the previous benefits, they may not kill us."

Paused:

"Also, I have a good idea about bringing wine into Atlantic City."

Li Yaoyang was stunned:

"What's the idea?"

After Roscoff moved to Chinatown, the market in Atlantic City was almost lost, and it was okay for a short time, but after a long time, it was still itself that was lost.

"Break it into parts, cultivate a batch of delivery mules, the more inconspicuous the better, you don't need too much to bring goods each time, as long as you enter Atlantic City, you don't have to worry about selling at all."

This is true, the whisky they produce is not inferior to the original imported whisky in texture and taste, and the price is cheaper, so customers naturally know which one to choose.

And as long as there is a market demand, there are indispensable businessmen who are willing to take risks and take a chance, even if they are taken by Colin Donner's prestige and dare not sell them in the open.

Xiao Wu did come up with a good idea, no longer transporting goods in the form of a convoy, but transporting them in his own name, no matter what method they use, as long as they arrive it will be considered a success.

In this way, it is possible to avoid a head-on confrontation with the Irish.

He slapped the table: "Just do it, go find a group of white people who want to make money but are desperate, their skin is not conspicuous~"

"Yes!"

Xiao Wu asked:

"Brother Yang, didn't you say that you have a task to explain?"

"Oh~ yes, I almost forgot, you go to find a channel that can connect with King Jimmy."

"King Jimmy?"

"Yes~ It's Wang Anliang's son, our deputy sheriff~"

"What are you looking for him?" Xiao Wu was puzzled.

"Hehe~ I'm going to tell him a piece of news, the Tongfu Chamber of Commerce wants to replace An Liangtang."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up:

"Sow discord?"

Li Yaoyang smiled and nodded, he was inspired by the battle between the Irish and the Chicagoans, and the discord meter was very useful.

"Or after you find a channel, just hand over the message, but you don't have to meet him~"

"Understood, give me a few days~"

"Hmm~"

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Bennett, a black man, in his fifties, has gray hair, and has been in the taxi industry for more than 20 years.

From the earliest horse-drawn taxis to the current Ford Model T, it can be said that it has witnessed the beginning and rise of the taxi industry in the ugly country.

In this industry, he is an out-and-out old man, he doesn't earn much money every day, but he can also make ends meet, and even raise four children.

The poor love to have children, which has been a constant melody since ancient times.

It's the same with blacks, not to mention that they're born with such abilities.

Giving birth to four is not too much, it can only be regarded as a basic operation in their group, and there are many people who give birth to six or seven, as for whether they can afford it, they don't seem to have considered it.

But Bennett is different, he is willing to use his brains, dare to do, have a plan for the future, and be more responsible for his family.

From an outsider's point of view, he is a good father, a good husband, and is about to become a good grandfather.

Yes, his eldest son is also married, married to a beautiful black pearl, and is pregnant and in labor.

Although this is a happy thing, for the family that was already in dire straits during the post-war depression, this child came at an inopportune time, and it can even be said that it is even worse.

Bennett's hair is so white, and in just a few months, he has been worried about being an old man, but he has the demeanor of a grandfather.

On this day, as always, wait for passengers on 42nd Street, opposite the bustling and busy Central Station.

Since its opening eight years ago, this massive and artistic building on the basis of the Paris Opera House has become the pride of the Big Apple.

The majestic high hall, the modern design of the separation of people and vehicles, the giant common windows, and the high-hanging bald sea eagles, all the people who pass by here will involuntarily let out an exclamation.

Bennett is equally proud, and isn't it a matter of pride that he is just a humble taxi driver, yet who can admire the world's greatest architectural marvel every day?

But now he is not in the mood to appreciate, the buildings that he never gets tired of seeing can't enter his heart, he lit a cigarette with a sad face, leaned on the side of the car and swallowed the clouds.

A familiar peer passed by to say hello, and he responded absentmindedly, and was not interested in talking much.

"Man, how's it going today? Is it open? A young black man walked up and asked.

"No, the weather is good today, and everyone is not willing to spend money on a taxi~"