Red Dead Redemption, I Build an Umbrella Company

Valentine’s Smithfield Tavern.

Smithfield, as the boss, frowned.

Although his business is as usual, there is a hidden worry in his heart.

Because not long ago, he found that he had a few fewer regular customers in his store.

That’s right, it’s not uncommon for a tavern to have a few fewer guests.

But the point is that Smithfield knows that these guys are a bunch of old drunkards.

What does it mean when a bunch of old drunkards don’t come to the tavern to drink?

The answer is simple, either these drunkards are dead, or they are bankrupt.

Or they were drawn away by other taverns.

Although after two or three days they returned to the tavern, what was different was that they began to question the quality of the wine.

A group of countrymen who can tell what is good wine and what is bad?

But as a businessman with a keen sense of smell, Smithfield got the answer he wanted at a small cost.

Someone is peddling moonshine for them.

What moonshine is, Smithfield certainly understands, but he doesn’t do much business with this moonshine.

Or if he doesn’t do much now, he has built the largest tavern in Valentine, and he is not suitable to continue this kind of business.

Unlike some alcoholics who only know how to drink, he knows that these moonshines contain substances that are harmful to the body.

Since it was decided to do a long-term tavern business in Valentine, of course, those drunkards could not be allowed to drink themselves to death.

Not only the hidden dangers brought by the law and other aspects, but more importantly, for him, those drunkards are his wealth.

In Valentine, there was only one large tavern for him.

So for five, ten, twenty years, as long as those drunkards don’t die, his tavern will have a steady stream of income.

He is not the short-sighted businessman.

What really interested him was that the moonshine they bought was harmless to the body and even tasted as good as authentic rum and whiskey.

It was the only thing that made Smithfield unsure, he didn’t know whether what the drunkards were saying was true or false.

If so, then perhaps an opportunity awaits him?

Just as Smithfield was fantasizing, there was a knock on the door outside.

“Is there something going on?” Smithfield looked at the bartender outside the door with some displeasure, he didn’t like to be interrupted while he was thinking about things.

But the next second, the bartender’s words made him throw away all his displeasures.

“Boss, there was someone outside selling alcohol, and he said it was the kind that the refinery workers drank a week ago.”

Getting up from his chair, Smithfield quickly shouted at the bartender, “Let them in… No, I’ll meet them. ”

Coming to the back room of the tavern, looking at the ten cases of wine in the carriage and John and Charles sitting in the carriage, Smithfield said to them.

“Two gentlemen, you said that you sold the wine that the refinery workers drank?” Smithfield said very politely.

Even if he looked down on these moonshiners in his heart, out of respect for Colt, he would still treat everyone politely.

After all, bullets can’t tell if he’s rich or poor.

“Of course sir, you can take a sip and see, it is absolutely good, and unlike other moonshine wines that can cause harm to the human body, our wine is definitely a real authentic high-grade wine.” Charles said with a smile.

“I hope so.” Smithfield couldn’t deny it.

But then what made him strange was that Charles and John, who were sitting in the carriage, did not move in the slightest.

“Sorry to say, sir, you can draw a bottle of wine from it at will, in case you think we will do something on the sample, of course, this bottle of wine is given away for free.” John said with a smile.

Hearing this, Smithfield was a little surprised, and at the same time had some trust in the words of the two.

After all, this is a sign of self-confidence, otherwise they would not allow themselves to draw a bottle of wine for inspection.

Pulling a bottle of wine from one of the boxes and into the glass, Smithfield first observed the color, then sniffed the wine, and finally put it to his mouth and took a sip.

The moment the wine entered his mouth, Smithfield’s eyes lit up.

Not by the taste of the drink, after all, he was not one of those ordinary workers, he had drunk better wine.

What really excited him was that he drank the taste of a beautiful knife.

As a man who knew how to drink, he understood that Charles and John did not cheat on him.

“So what about the price of these wines?” Smithfield asked quietly.

“It’s cheap, $4 per bottle!” Charles and John looked at each other and smiled.

“Good, I want it all! But only so much? ”

Looking at the ten boxes of wine in front of him, Smithfield asked the two with a frown.

Ten cases, twenty bottles each, two hundred bottles of wine.

It sounds like a lot, but in fact, you can only sell about 20 glasses per bottle.

At the end of the day, the town’s regular customers may have to consume five or six bottles, not to mention that it is the largest and economically best livestock town in New Hanover.

It was filled with cowboys transporting livestock, farm helpers, foreign merchants, dust women and workers from nearby factories.

Two hundred bottles, not enough at all.

As for other wines?

What kind of joke, can the profit brought by a wine with such a low purchase cost be comparable to those wines?

If he does not promote this kind of high-profit wine, does he still take the initiative to sell less profitable wine?

Listening to Smithfield’s words, if it was just Charles and John, he might directly agree at this time.

But before coming, Chen Xu had already told them what might happen.

So John and Charles just looked at each other, and then smiled: “Sorry sir, there are some individual customers who have been looking forward to our products, and they will be very disappointed if they can’t buy them.” ”

Hearing this, Smithfield did not show any expression, but secretly cursed in his heart.

Damn it! He just wants those people to not be able to buy alcohol, otherwise how can he make money?

“Okay, two gentlemen, let’s not go around the bush, please give me a price, as long as it is reasonable enough.” Smithfield is on the right track.

“4.5 US dollars a bottle, and we also have a condition that the price of the drink should not exceed 35 cents per glass.” John and Charles said to Smithfield.

When he heard the 4.5 US knife, Smithfield secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But when he heard the latter condition, his expression became solemn and serious, and it was the first time that he faced it from the bottom of his heart.

He understood the meaning of the phrase.

Only if the price is cheap enough, those drunkards will be willing to drink more.

And the more he drinks, the more alcohol he needs.

But knowing that this proposal is known, he does not want to oppose it.

After all, the more those drunkards drank, the more he earned.

“I understand what you mean, so it’s a pleasure to work with!”

Smithfield took a deep breath and held out his right hand.

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