America’s Big Hero

September 1st, in the early morning…

Newark, at the door of a bar, Sean and Jonas pushed the door and walked in.

Passing through the crowd and coming to the bar, Sean glanced at the wine rack behind the bar. Before the bartender could ask questions, Sean said first, "I'm looking for your boss."

The bartender frowned and looked Sean up and down, "Our boss, ha, who do you think you are."

Sean smiled and didn't speak, Jonas pulled down his clothes expressionlessly, and the holster around his waist leaked out.

Seeing this, the bartender didn't say any more. He walked to the side and greeted a strong black man. He pointed at Sean and said a few words.

"No matter who you are, making trouble here is courting death."

"Dude, don't be so nervous, just come to your boss to talk about some profitable business. I think it's better for you to inform first. No one can refuse Franklin's charm, right?" Sean smiled and took it out of his pocket. A Franklin gestured.

"Okay, wait a second." The black strong man turned and walked towards the corner of the bar.

After a while, someone came to greet the two of them, and when they reached the corner, Sean saw behind the curtain of stained glass beads, a big brunette was sitting on a person and twisting his waist.

Someone said something in the past, a bald head with a thick gold necklace stuck his head out from the woman's chest, looked out, and then reached out and grabbed the black girl's big buttocks.

The black girl stood up, stretched out her hand and pulled down the clothes on her neck. When she came out, she saw Sean at the door. Fat people are so attractive.

Just now that black brawny man came up to search his body, Sean said loudly, "Hey, Dart, this is your territory, are you afraid of what I will do?"

"Let this guy in." Dart said aloud.

Jonas was stopped outside, and Sean walked over by himself and sat next to Dart, the fat black man.

"Little white face, you better have a profitable business." Dart, whose arms were covered with tattoos, said with a fierce look.

"Thank you for the exaggeration." Sean smiled and looked at the table, where there was a bottle of Camus gold brandy, "I don't know how much you get for this kind of wine, but I know it won't be less than $60 a bottle. ."

"What do you want to say?" Dart frowned, feeling a little inexplicable.

"45."

"what?"

"I said, this wine, 45."

"You're **** kidding me." The fat black man leaned over suddenly and glared at Sean, "You **** came to me for a dozen dollars!"

Sean seemed to feel the anger of the other party, but he said to himself with a smile: "I can provide four different categories of wine of this grade, all of which are commonly used in bars."

"In your bar, the daily consumption will not be less than 30 bottles. The monthly sales volume is about 1,000 bottles, and each bottle is 25% cheaper. It can make you an extra 15,000-20,000 US dollars per month, which can really be put into your pocket. kind of."

Saying that, Sean stretched out a finger and shook it, "The most important thing is that there is no risk."

Hei Fatty kept blinking, $20,000, of course he was moved, but he didn't know if what Sean said was right.

After all, this is making it difficult for him to be a fat tiger...

Math is simply too difficult for black people.

This is not something that can be solved by a little bit of ** at all.

They simply don't understand what kind of explosive data is when the cost price is reduced by 25%.

Dart was only moved by the figure of $20,000. You know, his bar doesn't make any money at all.

They don't expect the bar itself to make much money, the bar is just a tool.

First, it is used as a stronghold to show its strength, and second, it is a convenient sales place, used to sell all kinds of illegal places, even if it is raided by the police, it is not afraid of a large number of people and a chaotic environment. Opportunity to run away and destroy evidence.

Of course, if you can make money, who would refuse.

For a small gang like him, after removing all kinds of expenses in a month, the real money in Dat's hands is really not much, 30,000-40,000 US dollars, never more than 50,000 US dollars.

This is not unusual at all. First, the site is very small. Second, the main channel for making money is sales. Third, there is no independent purchase channel.

Of course, what's more important is that these brainless creatures don't know what business is at all, it's too high-end, not their brain capacity can understand.

This is the nature of black people. There are always so many subordinates who only eat and do not work. They eat and drink every day.

"Tell me well, how can I make an extra 20,000 yuan!" Dart moved his body and sat beside Sean with a smile on his face and his big white teeth gleaming.

"Do you know how many bottles of this good wine you drink in your bar every day? Brandy, whiskey, gin, rum or something." Sean asked him with a smile.

"Uh..." Dart scratched his head, and shouted a few times while looking outside. Soon, a thin, indifferent white guy walked in.

"Richard, how much good wine does the bar drink every day?" Dart asked aloud.

Richard was taken aback, this was too general, he didn't know how to answer it at all.

Sean reached out and patted Dart, looked at Richard and asked, "How many bottles of wine does the bar consume each month with a purchase price of more than $40."

Richard looked at Dart, and when he saw Dart's head, he said, "I need to look at the ledger."

Dart waved and Richard walked out.

These business accounts are all managed by Richard. Dart is very relieved, not because of Richard's loyalty, but because Richard, as a white man, can't possibly rebel among these black people. Although chimpanzees are not smart , but the territorial awareness is still very strong.

Not long after, Dart came back with the ledger. Based on his ledger, Sean picked up paper, pen and calculator and started teaching Dart.

What is estimation, what is average, what is daily average, monthly average... A series of calculations are made to get the result, if the purchase price is reduced by 25%, it means that he can save more than 16,000 US dollars from his pocket every month .

"Isn't paying less equal to making money?!" Sean looked at Dart with a bright smile.

Dart scratched his head in embarrassment. Although it was just a simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division and it was all written on paper, he was still confused.

He needs time to read slowly.

Dart looked up at Richard, who looked at Sean.

Sean smiled and looked at Richard, and after a while, Richard nodded, "Yes, Boss Dart, he's right."

There is a question that neither of them said. If the cost is reduced by 25%, it can make an extra $16,000. Then, shouldn't the bar triple the alcohol sales and make a profit of $110,000? Why is it still not making money?

Sean is none of his business, and Richard can't say it.

Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about the world.

Even a gang member would be very polite to someone who can make money for them.

Dart bluntly asked which gang Sean belonged to. After all, there is no serious company in this business. Sean smiled mysteriously, "It's not important, isn't it, making money comes first."

After agreeing to buy a batch of 300 bottles of water to test three days later, Sean smiled and said goodbye to Dart.

The first deal was done, and the two of Sean went out of the bar to the next gang station, completely ignoring the people behind him who were sent by Dart to follow.

Lao Tzu is doing a serious business and is open and aboveboard.

It's so tough.