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Brother Ji's death touched everyone a lot, especially Xiao Er, after all, he had been with Brother Ji for a while, although he didn't have too deep feelings, but he was also a person who had gotten along with him, so he couldn't accept it.

Buried hastily, in this unknown cemetery, the fog is very much like the atmosphere before the vampire appears.

Li Yaoyang stood in front of Brother Ji's tombstone, with his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to think.

"Brother Yang, don't look at it."

Fat Dun'er reminded loudly, this place is infiltrating, don't look at him and follow the master to see life and death, but he still can't stand the lifelessness of the cemetery, after a long time, he always feels that he will be possessed by the soul.

"Do you say that Brother Ji's life is worth it?" Li Yaoyang sent out soul torture?

"I don't know, I'm afraid this question will have to wait for him to be resurrected, but I know you won't die~" Fat Dun'er's words are interesting.

"Oh? Why? ”

"Because our brothers won't let you die!"

The categorical promise made Li Yaoyang's heart move, and it seemed that only in such an era could there be sincere friendship.

"Don't talk nonsense, I also feel emotional when I see Brother Ji's tragic situation."

"Let's go, this is not a place for the living!"

On the way back, Xiao Er was silent, his eyes were slightly red, and he obviously couldn't let go of Brother Ji's death.

"Brother Yang, the god of mourning is too ruthless, he doesn't need to kill Brother Ji." Xiao Er gritted his teeth and said.

"Well~ it's really ruthless, but we can't do anything right now.

The Tongfu Chamber of Commerce is trying to claim the throne in Chinatown, and it is in a state of apparent peace with everyone.

In doing this, the god of mourning did not mean to force us to take the initiative, as long as we made the first move, he would have a reason to start a war with us. ”

Li Yaoyang is very sensible, but also because Brother Ji does not have too deeply entangled relations with him, and he will not forcibly stand up for the other party.

For the sake of the laundry room, if he had the opportunity, he wouldn't mind helping Brother Ji avenge by the way, but he would never do it on purpose.

After a pause, he said:

"However, the god of mourning is inevitably a taboo in doing this, and if he really puts people to death, anyone who sees it will be jealous."

Chubby Dun'er is strange:

"Brother Yang, what do you mean?"

"Promote it for him~"

Xiao Er nodded fiercely:

"That's right! Can't cheapen this bastard, even if you can't kill him for the time being, you can't make him feel better! ”

……

After a few days of hard work, the news of Brother Ji's tragic death at the hands of the god of death spread all over Chinatown, and for a while, there were different opinions.

Most people think that the god of mourning is too ruthless, there is no need to put people to death, who will dare to do business with you in the future?

Some people also think that this is an internal struggle with the Tongfu Chamber of Commerce, and outsiders have no right to interfere, let alone express their opinions.

Anyway, there is everything to say, and the god of mourning is completely famous now, and there are also a lot of complaints about him within the Tongfu Chamber of Commerce.

It's just that because he has been in the limelight recently, he didn't accuse him face-to-face, and it is normal to talk nonsense behind his back.

Secretly, Li Yaoyang put this matter behind him for the time being, and now, all his attention is on the sales of 'Wild Boar' brand whisky.

Thanks to the promotion of Little Italy and Chinatown, the name 'Wild Boar' quickly transformed Big Apple.

Especially the drunkards who live in Queens and Brooklyn are even more eye-catching, cheap and energetic, these two characteristics are enough to arouse the taste buds of alcoholics.

There are countless people who come to the door to ask for goods, but the output is limited, and the output can only be guaranteed to be 3,000 bottles per month.

If you want more, you can either expand the scale, or reduce the production of high-end whisky and shift some of the production capacity to the 'wild boar'.

The latter is obviously not desirable, after all, the market for high-end whisky is also not small, and it is very profitable, and there is no reason to give up.

It is obviously unrealistic to divide the share of 3,000 bottles equally among the whole of New York, and one Manhattan can digest it.

Therefore, who can grab more shares has become a manifestation of status.

Because Ricardo is a strategic partner, it is equivalent to being born with a golden spoon and accounting for 800 bottles in one fell swoop.

Of course, Li Yaoyang was not polite, and directly raised the price to 50 for a single bottle.

Is Rika thanks to this? Of course not!

The wool is out of the sheep, the price of the same cup, control the amount of each cup, and the premium part will not come out?

How to divide the remaining 2,200 bottles has become the focus of contention.

Tonight in Little Italy, Ricardo's arena is going to have a spoils conference.

The people who came were all bosses of the New York underworld, with all skin colors and uneven qualities.

In Ricardo's words:

"Tonight you can see the whole picture of the underground world of New York, this is the real underground world, the lowest level, and the most exciting."

A large organization like Ricardo and others take the high-end route, so they naturally don't look down on street gangsters.

"It's really exciting, these ones are like powder kegs, they can blow up the sky with a few matches." Li Yaoyang looked at the scene next door through frosted glass.

"Where is this? Wait, the show hasn't started yet! ”

As soon as the words fell, there was already a quarrel in the reception room next door, one black and one white, looking fierce and vicious, with tattoos all over the body, and the whole body was stunned and couldn't find a piece of clean skin.

Ricardo helps explain:

"They're all from Brooklyn, and the white ones are 'black screws,' and the black ones are in the white business."

Li Yaoyang was stunned:

"What do you mean?"

White and black? Black and white? It's not clear what to tell the difference.

"The black screws are in the business of theft, you see that person has screw tattoos all over his body, and the more the number, the higher the status."

"So this person is?"

"Ralph, the boss of the black screws, likes to smash people's heads with a wrench."

Li Yaoyang nodded:

"Well, what about the black man?"

"Chandler, he doesn't have a gang name, he formed a small gang to sell white noodles in Brooklyn, he used to bring in goods from the border, and the relationship in Central and North America is very complicated, this person deserves your attention."

For Ricardo to say that, this person must have something unique about him.

As the next head of the New York area of the Hey Hand Party, it is impossible to focus on small roles.

"Why are they fighting? Got a grudge? ”

"The two are next to each other, there is no less friction, I heard that the root is that a little brother of the black screw stole a batch of Chandler's goods, Chandler came to the door to seek justice, was scolded back by Ralph, and the bond was settled."

Li Yaoyang touched his chin:

"It's kind of interesting, but you can use this to sell for more money."

Ricardo shook his head:

"I advise you not to do this, these guys have no bottom line in doing things, they are all masters who live for a day, you are porcelain, don't get involved with stinky shit."

Li Yaoyang is thorough:

"Yes, but are you sure you don't have to go out and have a look?"

The two men had already drawn their guns, but luckily only one of their men was allowed into the room, otherwise the scene would have been even more chaotic.

Ricardo said lightly:

"Don't look, here, they don't dare to shoot!"