As an industrial product, the cost is low, the effect is strong, the risk is huge, but the benefit is someone else's. Those Yankees live in big villas, sleep with big beauties, smoke the goods you have worked so hard to send to LA and Seattle, while you gather in this slum, spend all day with bullets and explosives, deal with the police and militia every day, and risk being dead on the streets if you are not careful, friends, comrades, this deal is not worth it! ”

In the dimly lit and cramped room, a group of tattooed men leaned back and forth in different positions, curiously but suspiciously examining the man standing in the center of the room.

"But times have changed, feng shui has changed, opportunities have come, as the saying goes, the wool comes out of the sheep, and the flame is high when everyone gathers firewood.

This time, Mr. Morissa Jr. has asked me to send a positive signal to you. He is ready to raise the price of goods by 30 percent in order to express his protest against those dealers in North America. And this move is bound to get everyone's support, and now, it is time for us to join forces and make the cake of the entire market bigger. ”

The man talked eloquently, like a river, and talked endlessly.

But the audience didn't buy it.

"Why should we follow little Morissa, this guy even dares to sneak attack the DEA, I'm afraid he won't live long."

Among the tattooed men, a bearded man leaned back in a chair and said with nonchalant contempt.

The crowd stood by him, and it seemed that he was the leader of the group. His words were also praised by everyone.

The man immediately raised a finger: "First of all, the risk of DEA can be defused, although the firepower of DEA is strong, it is not enough to drive the army to Mexico, and secondly, the cooperation plan proposed by Mr. Morissa Jr. is not a forced agreement, in fact, even if Mr. Morissa Jr. is gone, such a clause will only benefit you and not harm, after all, addicts all over the world are counting on you." And the current price is indeed cheap. There are many reasons for this cheap price, which is caused by your own business and competition with each other, and if you are united, the benefits you can obtain are unimaginable......"

Like the small city in Central America in the past, after getting the approval of the local boss, Mr. Nasty quickly contacted the local underworld forces in Mexico.

These guys were so rampant in the local area that they almost never concealed their existence, and the teacher quickly found them, and boasted and peddled future development plans to them.

However, just when Mr. Tired was just about to sell the banana at the gold price, suddenly, Wei Ning hurriedly walked in from outside the door, and he whispered close to Song Wenbin's ear: "Disgusting... Oh no. ”

"Huh?" was pausing with a group of gangsters bragging about the teacher: "What's wrong? ”

"Paul called, and our base was attacked, with heavy casualties."

Wei Ning took his mobile phone and told the teacher a shocking news.

The teacher looked at the phone, and his eyelids jumped.

"Is something wrong with our people?"

"Also... Not yet... They're not filming..."

Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his phone, waved his hand at Wei Ning, and then turned around and continued to brag about his.

"According to the analysis of the professional accountant I hire, as long as we raise the price by 30 percent together, all of you here can make more than $50 million a year......

……

……

After a lot of blowing, Mr. Yi took out some paper protocols and asked his photographer to send them to the militants full of tattoos, which he had done in Seoul before, and he was familiar with doing it now.

It's just that as soon as he left the conference room, he got in the car and ran all the way, speeding towards his base.

Soon, he arrived at an abandoned vehicle recycling center in the south of the city, where the scorching sun shone on the yellow sand, and piles of old and dilapidated vehicles on the ground were turned into small hills. Mr. Tired stood in front of a warehouse among the abandoned vehicles, sweating profusely.

The reason why he was sweating was not only because of the scorching sun in the sky, but also because of the tragic scene in front of him.

After he promised little Morissa to help him make a lot of money, little Morissa gave him a piece of land for him to work, and also arranged for a group of younger brothers to follow him, nominally to protect him, but also to spy on him.

At this moment, the office base in front of him was in shambles, and those tattooed gangsters fell to the ground, covering their arms and moaning, some of their faces were covered with blood and their bodies were full of scars. Some even lay motionless on the table and tires, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"This is probably the most chaotic and violent episode......"

Wei Ning said with palpitations on his shoulder.

The teacher waved his hand and signaled him not to shoot it for the time being, even if this kind of picture was taken, it would not pass the trial. Wei Ning was relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, the shrill horn of an ambulance was heard behind him. It was some local medical staff, carrying stretchers and blood bags, urgently treating those whose fate was unknown.

Paul jumped out of the ambulance and walked to Song Wenbin with a few of his cronies and younger brothers, he didn't seem surprised by the chaos in front of him, but looked at the bloody scene and said regretfully: "It seems that some people don't want to raise the price together." ”

"Is that so?"

Looking at the man who was carried over on the stretcher, the teacher was expressionless. There is not much time left for him, but the boasted Haikou must be realized, otherwise it will be difficult for him to exert enough influence on this land.

He walked into the warehouse, and on the walls of the warehouse, there were large words written in bright red paint. Song Wenbin couldn't understand it, so Paul translated for him-

"It's a warning, a warning to the Marats not to raise prices like this again."

"Are these gangs so bold? I thought Morissa was in complete control of this place. Teacher tired said softly.

"After all, it's not his father, and now that people's minds have changed, Morissa has used too many violent means. There are too many people who oppose him. Paul lamented regretfully: "Drugs are not a fruit like bananas, and the local gangs in Tijuana are not tightly organized companies, they are loose and chaotic, and you want to stock up on goods, negotiate everywhere, and raise the price of drugs." But some of the smaller gangs themselves are not in the habit of producing this stuff, and they won't take it from you at a high price. ”

Listening to Paul's words, he frowned deeply, and he couldn't bear this kind of stabbing in the back, but because of his identity and feathers, he was not willing to touch this kind of miasma.

Seeing that the teacher frowned, Paul couldn't help asking, "Disgust, can you tell me what you think?" What exactly do you want to do? Why not talk to Morissa about the idea of growing coca leaves on a large scale? ”

"There is demand in the market."

The teacher looked at the writing on the wall and muttered absentmindedly.

"What?" Paul didn't understand what the teacher was saying.

Out of the corner of his eye, the light of the teacher's eyes drifted over Paul's face and fell back on the bloody text on the wall, and he coughed softly and said, "I need your help, friend." ”

Paul didn't speak, but put his hands behind his back, his attitude obvious.

Seeing this, the teacher sighed and said, "Listen, Paul, if everything in this world can be solved with the mouth, what else do people need to do?" If you want to do something, you have to go around in circles. ”

"Can you be clearer?" Paul immediately asked.

Seeing that Paul was asking the bottom of the matter, he asked, "Do you think it will be possible to let Mexico unify Central America?" ”

Paul was surprised: "What are you talking about, of course it doesn't work, and other countries are not stupid." ”

"Then let the United States fight all the countries in Central America, and then Mexico will unite with Central America and resist the United States, do you think it will be done?"

"It seems to be a little feasible."

Paul was thoughtful.

"After the rebellion, Mexico will be renamed the Sun Country, and the land will be the whole of Central America, and everyone will be the glorious residents of the Sun Country, do you think it will be done?"

"I see."

Paul touched his chin thoughtfully: "You mean, gain Morrissa's trust first, and then think about replacing the product?" ”

Teacher Wei waved his hand and continued to stare at the den, which had been damaged by the attack, thinking about what to do. Soon, a business plan came to his mind.

"No, is this really your plan?" Paul asked.

"So you're going to help me?" I was tired of the teacher and asked rhetorically.

"How do you want me to help? Can we help you find out who is behind this attack? Paul asked.

The tired teacher pondered for a long time, and said: "It is definitely not a good stubble to be able to do this kind of thing, if you come a few more times, the prestige of the Mara Gang will be gone, the prestige will be gone, and no one will follow us to do business." ”

Paul was silent again, apparently thinking about what he was tired of the teacher.

"But that's short-sighted." "In ancient China, it took three generations for the abdication of a last emperor to complete, and even in the United States, the ascension of a president requires countless speeches and campaign processes. ”

Paul was slightly moved and praised: "You are right, I will immediately help you thoroughly investigate the gang that caused this attack." ”

Mr. Yan got the answer he wanted, and said, "Building prestige is one thing, and on the other hand, I need you to come forward with me to set up a loan company to help those small gangs that have not yet become a climate to do business." The money is yours, the plan is up to me, and the profits are given to Morissa. ”

Paul's cronies were stunned when they heard what the teacher said, and one of his cronies yelled, "What kind of bad idea is this!? Let's give money to give people loans, but the interest we collect will be given to Morissa, there is still such a stupid thing in this world!? ”

The teacher didn't speak, just looked at Paul.

Apparently Paul was not a member of the pool, and he immediately raised his hand to stop the chatter of his cronies. I saw him think for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. Daxi said: "It's worthy of hating the teacher, this is really a good suggestion!" ”

Thinking about the benefits so quickly, I can't help but let Mr. Bowe look up to Paul a few points, and I don't know how high my mind is that of Park Yantong in South Korea. But it also made him feel a little uneasy, the past when he was almost kidnapped to Jeju Island by Park Yantong and others was still vivid, and he didn't want the same thing to happen again.

But until now, he has not heard from other colleagues, time is pressing, and he can't care about those hidden dangers at the moment.

After the two discussed, they began to set up a lending institution non-stop. The lender is still under the banner of the little Morissa Mara gang and is protected by the Mara gang, but the actual controller is Paul Krik.

Soon, a small gang that attacked the office den was pulled out, its leader was shot dead in his apartment, and the body was pulled around in front of the newly formed loan company.

Such a swift and thunderous approach briefly deterred the suspicious gang members, who joined the chariot to raise the price together.

After the price increases, the cost of purchase rises, and some weak suppliers have to borrow money from newly established loan companies.

In just a few days, nearly a million dollars were borrowed. What the money was used for and what was bought, Song Wenbin was not worried and did not care. After the establishment of the lending institutions, the harassment and abuse did disappear, as if some were on the right track.

He continued to brag with the leaders of the major gangs, getting them to accept his offer one after another.

Assured by the agreement and the violence, the local drug price began to rise day by day.

Soon, some local consumers began to complain. However, due to the small local consumer group, the main force is still in North America, and the distant complaints have not yet arrived, and the local voice is quickly suppressed.

After a short period of sweetness of the first wave of price increases, the subsequent rise has been much smoother. Similarly, Paul's loan company also recouped a lot of money and interest due to the rise in prices.

Only ten days later, not even two weeks, Mr. Nay and Paul returned to the mansion of little Morissa.

Boom!

With a heavy muffled thud.

Paul and Mr. Loofy placed two heavy boxes on the glass table by the pool in the mansion.

Little Morissa was playing in the pool with a few beautiful women, and when he saw that the teacher and Paul were coming back so soon, he crawled out of the pool wet, came to the two of them, pointed to the box and asked, "So fast??? ”

Without saying a word, Paul opened the box.

The boxes were full of stacks of dollars, both boxes.

"You said, two weeks, double."

The teacher said calmly: "I did it." ”

Seeing that one box of money had really become two boxes, little Morissa was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed, he opened the wine bottle next to him, happily poured a few sips of wine, and then rudely grabbed a few bundles of money and stuffed them into the swimsuit of the Latin beauty on the side.

The women, who had received a lot of dollars, immediately covered their chests, and Gege laughed wildly.

Little Morissa was in a very good mood, he put his arms around the two women and snapped his fingers. The subordinate on the side immediately poured two cups of tequila and handed them to Mr. Nay and Paul.

The two took the wine glasses and drank them all, disgusted with the teacher's face like a flat lake, and Paul smiled.

Seeing that the two of them finished drinking, little Morissa was in a good mood and asked, "How is it, is it difficult?" ”

“easy。” The teacher said lightly.

(End of chapter)