Wang Xu looked at Gus quietly. If he guessed correctly, Gus must have checked his background.
But this is what it should be. If Wang Xu, as a local snake, suddenly discovers that an unknown washing powder processing factory has appeared in his jurisdiction, he will also investigate the details of the other party.
As for how much Gus knew about him, Wang Xu expressed deep doubts.
Perhaps, he is also confused now. An antique smuggler wanted by China actually came to the United States to start a laundry detergent business, just like retired Jordan joined the badminton team.
"Mr. Gus, I believe we are all a little strange to each other, but I don't think this is a problem. Time can dilute everything, including strangeness!" Wang Xu smiled and shook hands with Gus, then looked at the restaurant and asked: "Need to change?"
Place?"
"There is a bottle of 90-year-old Romanee-Conti in my office. If you don't mind, we can go up and taste it." With a smile on his face, Gus led Wang Xu towards the second floor of the restaurant.
The second floor of the restaurant has obviously been renovated, with carpets and many old photos hanging on the walls.
Wang Xu admired the photos, while Gus opened the safe and took out the priceless bottle of red wine.
After looking at it for a while, he discovered that the photos on the wall should be arranged according to time. The earliest photo showed Gus as a young man, and it was a photo of a pair.
"That's my brother. Although we have different skin colors, in my heart, he is the best brother in the world. He gave me everything." Gus came over with red wine and two glasses and stood in front of the king.
Xu looked at the photo beside him.
The photo shows a black man and a Mexican man.
The two hugged each other and smiled at the camera. Among them, Gus, who is black, held a poster with the words "Brothers Fried Chicken" written on it, while the Mexican man held up a doctor's hat and posed
Putting the doctor's hat on Gus' head.
"My brother is three years older than me. His mother adopted me. Although our skin colors are different, he treats me as one of his own. You know, he is very smart and always picks up whatever he learns. Mom
Every time I gave him delicious food, he would secretly stuff it into me and lie to me that he had already eaten it."
Gus handed Wang Xu a wine glass, with a smile of memory on his face, and said softly: "We are as close as brothers. Without him, I would not be where I am now. I am deeply proud of him."
"How is he now?" Wang Xu looked at Gus who was pouring wine and couldn't help but ask.
Gus didn't answer, or the stiff smile on his face was the best answer in itself.
"Let me see your goods!" Gus took a sip of red wine and lost the desire to tell the story again.
Wang Xu looked at Gus, who suddenly became cold, and wondered whether after they grew up, they played the trick of fighting against each other as brothers.
It doesn't look like him if you look closely. When Gus talks about this man, the pride on his face cannot be concealed.
Wang Xu thought about it in his heart, and he was more inclined to think that this person's death was a pain that Gus never wanted to mention. There was a deep story in it.
"There are three types of goods I brought, one is ordinary goods on the market, one is high-end goods that exceed the market price, and the other is mine." Seeing that Gus didn't want to go on, Wang Xu did not continue to ask.
, directly placed the goods he brought on the table.
Three grades of goods were lined up, and inside was powder-like laundry detergent.
Just looking at it with eyes, the powder in the first bag is somewhat transparent, the powder in the second bag is white, and the powder in the third bag is blue.
Wang Xu held the red wine in one hand and motioned to Gus to take a look in person with the other hand, and explained: "The first kind of ordinary product has a purity of only 84, and the market price is US$70,000 per kilogram. Only the poor will use this. The second kind will be used by the poor.
It is a high-end product with a purity of 92. It comes from a super factory in West Mexico. The market price is US$80,000 per kilogram. It is a mainstream product now.
The last one is mine, with a purity of 99.6. My price is the same as the market price of a purity of 92. The quality is better, but the price is not a penny more. You can imagine that you have this batch of goods in your hands and buy it at the same price.
In the market, those customers will rush to buy your products like a buffet."
"What a work of art!" Looking at the light blue washing powder, Gus had a look of fascination on his face and whispered: "How is the production?"
"One hundred kilograms per day, if..."
Wang Xu suddenly stopped talking, looked up at Gus, and said softly: "Are you building your own processing plant?"
"What?" Gus was stunned for a moment, looking confused.
Wang Xu did not believe it, he narrowed his eyes slightly, tasted the wine in the glass, and said: "In my investigation, New Mexico does not have its own factory, at most there are only some small workshops, because West Mexico has
The washing powder manufacturers in China do not allow factories to appear here. However, when I talked about production, your eyes showed greed and the intention to kill me, just like a mad dog eating and seeing another person.
Like a mad dog, he thinks a rival is coming."
"What is this, a man's intuition, a malicious guess, or a test of me?" Gus changed his tone and asked calmly.
Wang Xu smiled softly. Ever since he became a master of hard qigong, he has become very sensitive to the people around him. No matter how nice Gus said, he couldn't hide the fact that he really had the intention to kill.
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This kind of murderous intention did not appear when Wang Xu talked about purity. At that time, only greed appeared.
It wasn't until when production was discussed that this murderous intention burst out, and even greed was suppressed, reaching the point where he wanted to kill people and then be quick.
Under what circumstances would a dealer who does not have its own factory and only has marketing rights be so sensitive to production issues?
There is only one answer. The dealer is no longer satisfied with distribution. He is building his own processing plant.
"Do you need me to put down the red wine and turn around to say goodbye?" Sensing Gus's intention, Wang Xu felt that he could leave because of the size of his factory. If he cooperated with him, Gus's own factory would not have to open.
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"Wait!" When Wang Xu was about to leave, Gus stopped him.
This time, Gus had a serious look on his face, and when he looked at him for the second time, his expression was even more serious than in the restaurant.
After a while, Gus let out a breath, raised his glass again, and said, "No need, one person can't finish the market. We have a common enemy."
"You mean the Mexicans?" Wang Xu paused slightly when Gus mentioned the common enemy.
There are widespread regulations on laundry detergent in West Mexico. The source and production of laundry detergent in many states in the southern United States are from the super factories in West Mexico.
These super factory owners are just like the feudal nobles in the Roman period. Each family, large or small, and each group, large or small, has its own sphere of influence.
The family that makes rules and exports goods to New Mexico is called the Salamanca family.
This family is not involved in marketing and only provides supplies for dealers, and their core theory is that factories are not allowed to appear in New Mexico.
"We can cooperate. I occupy two-thirds of the sales channels in New Mexico. You have the world's top quality products. We can completely defeat the Salamanca family and spread our products throughout New Mexico."
The state of Mexico has even expanded its business and spread it to several surrounding provinces." Gus's tone was calm, but his eyes were indescribably bright.
Wang Xu frowned slightly. He looked at Gus quietly and saw something different in his expression.
It stands to reason that although the Salamanca family is everyone's common enemy, if Gus wants to build his own factory, Wang Xu's factory is his obstacle. How can it be more satisfying to expand the market together than to go it alone.
If it were Wang Xu, he would definitely not talk about cooperation. Instead, he would attract the Salamanca family and sit back and watch. The two sides would fight until the fight was almost complete before launching his own factory.
Gus acted too eagerly, as if attacking the Salamanca family was his main goal, and business was secondary. This made Wang Xu couldn't help but wonder, what exactly was Gus and the Salamanca family?
Relationship, there is no reason, attacking this family is more important than doing business.
"Strange about my decision?"
Seeing the look on Wang Xu's face, Gus sighed and said, "My brother's story has not been finished just now. Do you want to continue listening?"