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When John left Jackson's house, in addition to exchanging the fishing gear, he slipped a five-dollar note under his pillow for breaking in and borrowing the fishing gear.

When going back, John asked Nick to bring back the fish he caught, and planned to bring them to the construction site tomorrow for extra meals. So after returning to the hotel, Nick asked the innkeeper to get a big bucket of ice and threw the fish into it.

John in a good mood slept until the next day, and just after breakfast the next morning, he received Garrett's help.

It was an envelope, and he opened it directly after getting it. There was another letter and a er, new envelope inside, and the content of the letter was not much.

The above simply introduces a person's address and informs that this is a recommendation letter.

So after eating, he tidied up and then went to the ranch, telling Zhao An that he might have to go out for a while.

The progress of the ranch is not slow, because there are so many workers.

Fences, bases, raising cattle and sheep, and building sheds are all carried out by people, so the pasture is almost different every day.

Zhao An rushed to the ranch early to supervise the work of the workers and handle all kinds of chores on the ranch. It can be seen that he likes his current job even more than running around with John.

"The daily fulfilling working environment makes me feel very comfortable, and I think this is what life should be like."

These are Zhao An's original words.

John said that it is not difficult to understand. The previous life of sewer rats made them afraid that after finishing today’s work, they would not have a new job for the next month. There is no way to send money home to parents.

Maybe even starve for more than a month.

But now, Zhao An manages tens of hundreds of people here, directing them to work every day, and John will basically not default on the wages of these compatriots.

Zhao An's salary is very high, although it is not as high as Zheng Guotian, and Zheng Guotian is not as high as Kane, Nick, and Lambert.

Because all five of Kane have dividends.

But Zhao An was still very satisfied.

He doesn't have much ambition like Zheng Guotian, and strives to become John or Kane's confidant, and let himself be tied to them for the rest of his life.

For this reason, Zheng Guotian can even do many things that he would never do before, such as using some cruel methods to deal with those who broke the rules.

Just like the last time a brewer felt that he had earned enough money and wanted to return to his hometown to enjoy his old age, Zheng Guotian suggested that he could deal with this master quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

But the Chinese don't think Zheng Guotian has changed, but feel that this should be the case.

It's normal to be punished for disobeying the rules, and Zheng Guotian has never deducted their wages, although he is not the one who pays the wages.

But they felt that Zheng Guotian was one of their own, and they would certainly not treat them worse than John, a foreigner.

This day, John took the fish he caught last night and handed it to Zhao An to signal them to have extra meals, and then said that he needed to go out for a few days, and left him a lot of money.

Let him take a good look at the ranch. Although he doesn't think anyone will make trouble, he must explain everything that needs to be explained.

After that, he found Nick and told about his itinerary, and Nick happily expressed that he wanted to go to Saint-Denis again.

John didn't refuse either, and after explaining some things, they walked into the station with the letter of recommendation.

Go to Saint Denis.

It was still two o'clock in the afternoon when they came to Saint-Denis City again.

"Should we call on Mr. William?"

Nick asked casually after getting off the station.

John thought about it and declined the offer.

"No, he should be busier than us. I want to try the luxury hotel in Saint-Denis."

So the two asked casually and came to one of the most luxurious hotels in the commercial center.

St. Mary's Hotel.

He also asked for a suite.

Afterwards, the two of them took a shower and changed into decent clothes. The clothes for the two of them were bought by the hotel staff. The two sets cost three hundred dollars in total.

Counting is very expensive.

Then John took out two bottles of his own bootleg wine from his backpack and went to the destination according to the address on the letter.

"It seems to be better than Mr. William's house." Nick said after looking at it for a while.

"It's a lot better." John nodded in agreement.

Not only is it a lot bigger, it is even a bit arrogant. In this area, this kind of manor villa is indeed not affordable for ordinary people.

Seeing John and John standing at the door orderly, someone stepped forward to inquire.

"I'm John Witkey, and this is my assistant. We're here to discuss business with Mr. Bronte. I wonder if you can report it. Here's a letter of recommendation." John politely took out Garrett's Letter of recommendation to the guard.

The guard saw that the two men were dressed in decent suits and had a good conversation, so they walked in with letters of recommendation without any worries.

In about ten minutes, the guard just came out and opened the door for the two of them to invite them in.

The two followed the guards to the living room, where the view was good, with floor-to-ceiling windows, high-end sofas and a fireplace, the whole room was warm.

After the two sat down, the servant served the wine.

Then a middle-aged man in pajamas who seemed to have just come out of the bathroom came out with a smile on his face.

He also said a language that neither John nor Nick could understand, but seeing his smiling face probably meant welcome.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Bronte." John stood up politely and extended his hand to Bronte.

Bronte is a very kind middle-aged man from the outside, if John knows. Might as well have thought of him as an ordinary friendly rich man.

"Welcome, Mr. Witkey? May I ask who your father is? Maybe I still know him." Brontë jokingly shook his hand.

"Oh, my parents were gone when I was very young. He was just a farmer who liked to farm." John also smiled and briefly introduced his parents who did not exist.

"Ah, I'm sorry, but seeing your age, I thought you were a second-generation disciple who likes to come out to do some business for fun. Hehe, I'm sorry." Bronte introduced very sincerely.

"It's okay, many people think so, I'm used to it." John returned a polite smile.

"Do it." Bronte then invited the two to sit down, and then he picked up a cigar cut by a servant and smoked it.

"The people from Braithwaite said in the letter that you are a bootlegger, and you still want to buy wine here? Take on the work of the beggars in the swamp?" Bronte spoke casually about those who once worked for him. With cooperating gang members.

That is, the Moraine Predator who was bloodbathed by Daqi and others.

"Ah, that's why I came here today to take the liberty of visiting Mr. Bronte." John didn't like the beggars Bronte said, but he didn't think much of them either.

"Well, how about your wine?" Bronte asked suddenly.

"Yes, I brought two bottles. If you don't mind, sir, you can try it. I believe the quality is guaranteed." John said and took out the two bottles of bootleg wine.

When Bronte saw the two bottles of moonshine, both in terms of packaging and color, he immediately waved his hands and said, "Oh no, no, don't open it."

John stopped the movement to open it.

Bronte then motioned for a servant to pick them up.

After the servant got it, Bronte said to the servant in Italian, "Take these two bottles of filthy drink from the lowly people out to the backyard and give them a taste and see what they say, if they don't suffer from vomiting or poisoning. Come back and tell me when you fall in the backyard."

The servant nodded and took out the wine.

At this time, Bronte turned his head to John and said with a smile, "We have professional wine tasters, and they will give the most pertinent evaluation of your products. Personally, I don't like this kind of small workshop. , not very used to it. Sorry"

John couldn't understand Italian, but he could easily hear the arrogance and a hint of disdain in Bronte's words.

But he certainly won't say anything.

"Of course, I think I still trust my partners in terms of the quality of the wine. What do you say about the sales of these wines?" Bronte still smiled. He responded with the greatest tolerance.

John must have thought about this issue when he came again, but Garrett didn't mention anything to him in the letter, and he might be dissatisfied with using threats to obtain this channel.

"I don't know what the Braithwaite family's terms of cooperation are? I tried to ask, but the Braithwaite family said everything is based on your words." John said some polite words.

And Bronte laughed out loud. He had heard these words too much, so much that he didn't realize that it was actually a compliment, but felt that it should be like this.

"Thirty percent of the monthly bootleg liquor sales~lightnovelpub.net~ Brontë still said with a smile on his face.

Hearing this number, John was not overly surprised. He thought for a while and then asked, "Can Mr. Browning provide some help?"

"Such as some sales channels?"

"Channel?" Bronte was very surprised, and this accident was really an accident, John couldn't feel his pretentious coquettishness.

"Young Mr. Witkey, I won't provide any kind of help. The 30% is just my consent to your right to sell bootleg liquor in Saint-Denis." Bronte said with a smile that he took it for granted. if.

John didn't respond much to this sentence, but Nick was a little dissatisfied and wanted to say something, and John grabbed his hand one step ahead of him~lightnovelpub.net~ This action made Nick instantly quiet.

"Hehe, I like you, young man, I think you are very smart." Bronte looked at the behavior of the two with a very interesting expression.

"Thank you, Mr. Bronte, I think I understand. Thank you, Mr. Bronte, for your generosity. If our products sell well in Saint-Denis, every month's offerings will be delivered to your house on time. Now I think I should go back Think about how to sell our bootleg liquor in the city." John said his farewell words restrainedly.

Browning, on the other hand, still smiled and motioned for the servant to send the two of them away.

Walking out of the mansion, Nick asked a little puzzled.

"John 30% every month, does not provide any form of help? We work hard for a month to earn 70%? We are here to give money? My previous farmers are not so black. Why? I think we always You shouldn't have come to visit him in the first place."

John was not good at explaining anything to him, but he planned to take him to visit someone he knew here, the gang with several pubs.

Fire Gang