A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 469 I wish you a speedy recovery.

In the end, Senator Edge resigned first after telling Arthur that he would come to visit again when Thompson left.

Arthur, who had just watched a good show, smiled and said:

"Nucky, I was still wondering why you were only willing to be a small treasurer in Atlantic City. Now I finally understand. To a certain extent, you are more like a political broker with a temper. You can make Everyone makes money and can make money for themselves, but you are obviously not a qualified politician."

"Then should I take this as a compliment? Mr. Morgan." Thompson lit another cigarette for himself.

"In [-], this world already belonged to young people." Arthur said.

Thompson smiled and said:

"It's just what we let them think."

Regarding the transaction between the two before Ai Zhi came, after being interrupted, neither of them mentioned it again.

For Arthur, he doesn't really care about Thompson's help, but for Thompson, his proposal has already been made. If Arthur is interested, then he doesn't need to mention it again. Now, since there is no reply, Then he is not interested, and in this case, he does not want to annoy others.

After all, without the powerful tool of money to clear the way, Tom Pu, who is always good at persuading people, has no other better bargaining chips.

Arthur lacked nothing, and his visit this time was just a drop-in attempt.

"Of course, you can take this as a compliment, Mr. Thompson. Okay, it's almost time. Although you didn't seem to have a pleasant conversation with Senator Edge just now, I hope you can still have a good time during the dinner later. Eat more if you have an appetite, I won’t say that the cooking skills at home are particularly good, but they are definitely dishes you haven’t seen in Atlantic City.”

"Then thank you Mr. Morgan for your hospitality."

……

……

Late at night, today is Thompson's usual day to go to the casino to collect money. The person who was originally responsible for collecting money for Thompson took a leave of absence from Eli because of something unexpected.

So, Eli decided to come and collect the money in person before going home.

"Raleigh?" Eli shouted after entering the first floor and finding the casino empty.

"anyone there?"

In the corridor, on the record that was still rotating, the thimble stopped in the middle, making a tingling sound, but no one reset or lifted it.

Eli realized something was wrong, but he just heightened his vigilance and didn't think much about it, and continued walking towards the hall upstairs.

As soon as he entered the hall, Eli saw Raleigh standing in front of the gambling table with his head lowered and saying nothing. He asked:

"Raleigh? What are you doing right now?"

The masked man hiding by the door came up behind Eli, pointing the gun in his hand at Eli from behind.

"Where did everyone go? What happened?"

"Don't even fucking move!"

With this shout, a masked man holding a gun suddenly appeared from the side, and Eli's first reaction was to take out the gun in his waist.

"boom!"

In the end, Eli was still a step too slow, and he fell straight to the ground after being shot.

……

new York.

"Gentlemen." Rothstein put away his cue and looked at the two brothers Fuls and Mickey who were brought in from outside.

Luciano held a cigarette while introducing the three of them to Rothstein.

"...These are the friends I mentioned to you."

The three FLS brothers shook hands with Rothstein one by one. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Rothstein."

"It seems you have heard of my name?"

"Of course, Mr. Rothstein, who hasn't heard of your name?" FLS complimented.

"What have you heard about me? Is it fair and equitable?" Rothstein asked while wiping the tip of the club.

"Of course, that's why we're here, Mr. Rothstein."

Rothstein put the club aside and said:
"I know you are very interested in the liquor business."

"Mr. Rothstein, we are interested in any profitable business."

"Haha, if you want to start a liquor business, there are two ways to make money. The first is to get low-quality whiskey, blend it and sell it..."

Hearing Rothstein talk about his areas of expertise, Mickey interjected:

"I'm good at this, I'm very good at it..."

Obviously, this method can make money, but Rothstein has no intention of listening to Mitch.

"This is a stupid idea, I'm not interested."

Mickey shut up.

"Listen, there's a growing demand for fine whiskey across the United States, and I'm not talking about the crap that your little distillery makes."

Seeing Mickey clap the hat in his hand in embarrassment, Rothstein continued nonchalantly:
"I'm talking about the fine Scotch whiskey from England, and if we can get our hands on it, we can make money."

You know, after getting rid of the need for low-level alcohol, for those with power and money, being able to drink a glass of good Scotch whiskey in the United States under Prohibition is a very honorable thing for them.

"Rich people will be clamoring for it. What I want to set up is a smuggling operation of Scotch whiskey. Reliable ships, reliable operations, sailing from European distilleries. All we have to do is smuggle them to the three-mile sea line." "You load and unload the cargo, and all you have to do is transport it to the shore, and the port of Atlantic City is the perfect location to break cargo directly to the entire East Coast."

At this point, Rothstein took three documents from Lansky.

"The problem now is that the man in charge of Atlantic City is a trouble. Under normal circumstances, I would choose to cooperate with someone like him and bring him into the team for mutual benefit, but Mr. Thompson really disappointed me... …”

Fleur LS said very sensibly at this time:

"Just kill him directly."

Rothstein smiled, glanced at Luciano who was also smiling, and said:

"Come on, gentlemen, after signing these contracts, our agreement is complete."

It's said to be a contract, but it's actually three life insurance policies worth US$50. As for the beneficiaries, who are the beneficiaries?Haha, it’s not the three of them anyway.

……

In the hospital, Eli, who was shot in the abdomen and waist, was lying on the hospital bed. Thompson, who hurried back, unexpectedly saw Geraint and Jimmy in the ward.

"Why are you here?"

"I guess I should be able to see you here as soon as possible, so I will wait for you here, Mr. Thompson." Geraint said with a smile.

"what's up?"

"The next shipment is coming in soon, but I don't know if you feel it, but your Atlantic City is spinning out of control."

Thompson was a little silent. He did not deny that there had indeed been some accidents recently, but everything was still under his control.

"Don't worry, Geraint, everything will go as usual. If you have nothing else to say, then I need to talk to my brother alone now."

"Of course." Geraint stood up from his position, pointed to the fruit basket on the bedside, and said to the awake Eli:
"Remember to eat, don't spoil it, I wish you a speedy recovery."

(End of this chapter)