Until the next day, Victor had no idea what de Gaulle was planning to do. He only saw this guy pulling his hair helplessly in the office, and the blackboard was filled with various scrawls.
"Ah~~! The waiting process is painful. It seems that there is no good news today. If you have your own personal matters to deal with, you don't have to stay with me all the time."
Victor did not expect that when he came to "work", the other party wanted him to go home and rest.
Sensing his doubts, de Gaulle continued: "I don't mean anything else, Watson, it's just that if those 5 farka are in vain, it's useless for you and me to spend time here...Besides, I need to do it myself today."
Please come back tomorrow morning if you want to do something, and if it doesn’t work out by then, we’ll think of other ways.”
Since the great detectives were at a loss, Victor, who was also confused, decided to go to the Anti-Suppression Department today to exercise and practice the "flying card" technique.
It had been several days since he had gone to the Anti-Suppression Department to exercise. Victor deliberately avoided the third floor and did not meet with Sharti. He stayed in the training room from morning to afternoon.
Nowadays, Victor is making rapid progress in melee combat, and basically no one in the back office can be his opponent. As for marksmanship, Victor completely reproduced Arthur's six-shot magic skill for the first time today.
Six bullets hit six different moving objects.
Although it only succeeded once, it still made Victor very happy.
Before leaving get off work, he walked out of the gate of the Anti-Suppression Department, bought a deck of playing cards from a street shop, and then walked alone to a narrow alley on Gilded Avenue.
Place two empty beer bottles on the barrel and try to hit the two bottles with cards from a distance of about ten meters.
In Victor's idea, he would paste the yellow paper with the fire spell on it and play it out, which would directly cause a long-distance explosion. Its power was unpredictable. If he ran out of bullets one day, this would be the final blow.
Effective means of attack.
Victor secretly tested the power of the fire spell.
If it is a direct virtual painting, flames will be generated out of thin air at the target after a short reaction time. Basically, a ball of fire will burst out and ignite everything in a small area.
But if it is drawn with Victor's own blood, the power will be multiplied several times, and it can almost be described as an explosion.
Draw the fire spell with blood on yellow paper, then stick it behind the playing cards and play it out, it will be a long-distance explosive incendiary bomb, its power is unpredictable. Moreover, the spell drawn on the yellow paper can also control its
The triggering time is quite convenient.
Therefore, Victor must first practice his flying card skills, at least he must be accurate before he can consider controlling the damage.
Before the sun set, when the afterglow reflected on the glass bottle, Victor went home.
"Mr. Victor..."
Mr. Conan at the gate took off his hat and gestured to Victor. Victor also took off his hat and returned the greeting.
Miss Permis was setting the table. When she saw Victor coming back, she did not run up to question him as she had done in the past. Instead, she dodged her eyes to avoid interacting with him.
In fact, since the last time de Gaulle and people from the police station broke in, Pemis has realized that there may be some unknown secret behind Mr. Will and Victor.
The rescue by the Police Bureau also confirmed her speculation, so this lady seemed to be more cautious in her daily work.
But no matter what, this job is hard-won. Even if the income is meager, Pemis is not willing to give up easily, so she chooses to turn a blind eye to the true identities of the master and the deacon.
"Ah~! You...you're back!" Will came down from upstairs at this time and happened to see Victor coming home.
"Mr. Will, where will you and that guest have dinner?"
Permis raised his head and asked, but Will quickly waved his hand in refusal.
"Wait a minute. You can eat by yourself. You don't have to wait for me. Oh, by the way, send dinner to Mr. Conan."
He said, hurriedly waving to Victor.
Victor knew that he had something to say to himself, so he slowly walked up the steps and came to the study room on the second floor.
Mike sat there reading a book, with a bright lampstand lit next to him.
"I talked about a lot of things with Mr. Mike today." Will closed the door and talked to Victor non-stop. "Those guys from the White Hand can always find ways to make money by various means. They know
How to take advantage of legal loopholes."
Victor glanced at Will and then at Mike.
Mike still had the same indifferent expression and showed no reaction.
"We talked about underground distilleries, where the White Hand hid their brewing equipment in various hidden corners of the city and avoided wave after wave of inspections by bribing the Prohibition Bureau."
Looking at Will's excitement, Victor seemed to have a premonition of something, and replied casually: "Oh? So?"
"Mr. Victor, in addition to these private wines, various black market stores also sell brewing raw materials, such as wort, and then attach distillation instructions to the products to sell alcohol in this marginal way."
"Then what?" Victor raised his eyebrows.
His reaction still did not interrupt Will who was talking.
"Another point is that medical use of drugs is not restricted. Many pharmacies will prescribe alcohol directly in the formula to circumvent the restrictions of the alcohol prohibition."
Victor is very clear about the operations Will mentioned, but compared to the other party, there may be a certain link in them that arouses his great interest.
Sure enough, Will finally started to get to the point.
"You know why so many people are willing to take risks to serve alcoholics? Because of the profit!"
As he said that, he picked up a torn piece of paper and pen from the table and did a simple calculation for Victor.
"From the promulgation of Prohibition four years ago to now, the price of moonshine has increased almost seven times! If this law can continue, the profits of moonshine will be even higher."
From his high-spirited look, Victor seemed to see Will's eyes filled with golden coins.
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"Do you have any suggestions? Mr. Will?" Victor coughed lightly.
Will calmed down his restless heart and calmly gave his boss advice: "Maybe we can try to enter the market."
Hearing this, Victor immediately frowned.
He knows very well that Will has always been a motivated person who desires money and status.
Although the super-high salary of 500 Faka per year has defeated most working-class people, because the work is not hard, it can no longer satisfy his restless heart.
He wants to do practical things and plan for higher value for himself, but because his background is too weak, he is seeking Victor's support.
Victor was silent for a moment and then said: "Do you want to open an underground winery? Then go and compete with the gang of thugs from the White Hand?"
"This is not a good idea. The methods of competition in the underground society are all ended with toughness and bloodshed." Mike spoke calmly at this time. He also felt that this idea was unreliable.
"No! Gentlemen, as I just said, we can open a clinic or pharmacy to sell alcohol." Will replied confidently.
Mike snorted and continued to add: "You can't prescribe that kind of thing just because you want to. You have to have a doctor's license."
Will was slightly startled, as he seemed to have just heard about this.
However, he only paused for a short while and immediately asked Victor for instructions: "I think as long as you are willing to pay the price, such as money, getting a business license is not a problem."
Victor understood that he wanted to borrow money from him to "start a business"...
Sitting on the chair with his legs crossed, Victor was deep in thought.
Nowadays, he does not have much liquidity. The 40,000 francs are stored in the bank's venture capital and will not be touched in the short term. Currently, he only has less than 5,000 francs on hand.
No big project is enough.
Originally, Victor had never thought about making a big fortune. The most important thing for him at this stage was to improve his strength and guard against the immortals in the Western Continent. The money was enough for him to use for a long time.
Will finished speaking his thoughts and nervously waited for Victor's reply.
After a long time, his boss slowly said: "I understand your dream, Mr. Will. As the old saying goes, life is like a banquet. It will be a big loss if you don't drink alcohol..."
Upon receiving this reply, Will's eyes lit up and he became unabashedly elated.
However, Victor finally read out the second half of the sentence.
