"Who is so domineering? How dare you not let you sell alcohol? Monet asked curiously.

"It's hard to say now, it may be Luciano or other gang leaders, because selling alcohol is too profitable now, so these gang leaders are fighting for the monopoly of the underground wine market, and after they divide the winners and losers, they will definitely not let us little people continue to sell alcohol, unless it is from him to get wine!"

Speaking of this, Luciano is definitely the first godfather of the United States, and even this guy organized 24 gangs in the United States to hold the first American mafia in 1933******......

Of course, it is still very early for him to reach the top, but he is also the number one person in the New York gangsters, and for the gangsters, it is normal to monopolize the underground liquor market, in fact, even in the capital in the eighties and nineties of the last century, the foreign liquor business in the bar was monopolized by the underworld.

At this time, Monet's mind suddenly remembered a famous wine advertisement during the Prohibition period in the United States, so he asked Thierry: "By the way, did you say that you sell wine?" ”

Thierry nodded and replied, "yes, what's wrong?" Would you like to drink? Then I'll send you a few barrels! ”

Monet waved his hand and said, "That's not necessary, I just thought of a way to sell wine publicly!" ”

"What? Selling wine publicly? How is this possible? Thierry asked incredulously.

Monet explained: "How is it impossible, you just sell raisins and yeast, and then put a nice reminder on the packaging: if you accidentally put these things in a gallon of water and seal them in jars, then you must be careful, because after twenty days he will turn into a terrible wine!" Don't do it! ”

Thierry was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then reacted, and said with a laugh: "I understand Mr. Monet, aren't you, you just teaching everyone to make wine in disguise!" ”

Monet shrugged and said, "Isn't the government allowed to brew itself, so we don't sell wine, only raw materials, and that's no problem!" (Prohibition's rule is that you can brew and drink yourself, but you are not allowed to sell it, as if the film we watch will have an FBI warning, and it is a reason that you can watch it yourself but not use it for commercial purposes...... ）

"I think there should be no problem, Monet now, thank you so much today, you helped me solve two problems at once, this, how can I be grateful to you!" Thierry rubbed his hands and said, because he really didn't make preparations for this today, originally he only thought that he was negotiating a good cooperation with Monet, and then let him deduct the benefit fee from the magazine money.

But from Monet's point of view, these two ideas just now are just casually said, because he can't use them, the first idea is that he doesn't want to get involved with money laundering, after all, the tax office is too terrible; The second idea, although allowed by the rules of Prohibition, is honestly a marginal ball, and even if the government doesn't look for trouble, Luciano's gang will still be looking for trouble, they won't care if you are legal or not, as long as you delay me to make money.

But looking at Thierry in front of him, Monet knew that it didn't seem like it would work if he didn't let him express it, so he said casually: "In this case, you can send me a barrel of your wine, if I think it's good, you can guarantee that I can drink alcohol at any time during the prohibition period!" ”

"Don't worry, it's absolutely fine, and I'll let them use the highest standards for the wine you give!" Thierry patted his chest and reassured.

The lights are bright and the traffic is busy. Neon lights flicker, strange lights. Theaters, galleries, and coffee shops were full of people, and the expressions on his faces could not be seen clearly, flashing in front of Monet's eyes like images from a black-and-white movie, which made him sigh: "Finally back to the New York I am familiar with!" ”

Christina chimed in: "Yes, when the epidemic was rampant before, I thought I would never see this prosperous scene again!" ”

"So don't despair at any time, believe that the future will be better!" Monet comforted, and then said: "Since today's night view is so good, let's just go!" ”

Unconsciously walked to the vicinity of Chinatown, Monet is still very familiar with here, but the person he saw today made him stunned, because he saw a person dressed as a Taoist priest sitting not far from the building plate, with a table in front of him and a flag on his head, with the words "Feng Shui Watching Fate" written on it!

The Taoist priest closed his eyes slightly, stroked his long beard with his hand, and seemed to have a little mysterious expression on his face, looking at the crowd of people coming and going, he seemed to see through the red dust in the world, and had a bit of dusty charm.

Seeing this scene, Monet couldn't help but wonder, because it seemed that he hadn't seen such a profession with Chinese characteristics for several years, and he was basically an astrologer in the United States, so he walked over and said to Lao Dao: "Dao Chief, please give me a hexagram!" ”

It was obvious that Lao Dao was listened to by Monet's Chinese, and it took several seconds to react: "Sir, you, have you been to China?" ”

Monet didn't bother to explain to him, nodded casually and replied, "Hmm! ”

Lao Dao sorted out his thoughts for a while, and then asked Monet: "Sir, you, what do you want to count?" ”

"Well, you can count my fortune!" Monet said casually.

I thought that this old way was just a charlatan, so Monet didn't expect him to say anything, just listened to a few familiar cuts in the rivers and lakes to find the feeling of the past!

But I didn't expect Lao Dao to first look at his face, and then let out a slight "huh" in his mouth, and then began to look at his palms, but he didn't say anything, and in the end Monet was a little anxious, urging: "Dao Chief, have you calculated it?" ”

"This, this impossible, this impossible!" Lao Dao muttered to himself.

"What can't be? What do you mean, Daoist? Monet asked puzzled.

Lao Dao was silent for a few seconds, sorted out his thoughts, and then replied: "According to the hexagram, sir, you are not alone, no, to be more precise, you are not alone with those who live in your body!" ”

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

Hearing Lao Dao say this, Monet was suddenly shocked, because he knew that Lao Dao was right, he had already crossed over, but he naturally couldn't admit it: "Lao Dao, you're going too far, let you say that I seem to be schizophrenic!" ”

Lao Dao shook his head and said: "It's not schizophrenia, schizophrenia is a body containing two people, and sir, what are you, how do you say it, do you understand?" ”

Monet said in his heart, "Take away", of course I understand, you and I have seen those immortals in vain? But I didn't expect Lao Dao to say another sentence at this time: "Sir, you are the second person I have ever seen in my life!" ”