"Mr. Blanche, long time no see, how are you?" the waiter greeted warmly.
"I'm fine, there's no better time than now." Percy sat down in front of the service desk, "I heard you got a batch of good wine here?"
"Absolutely nothing." The waiter firmly denied. What they were talking about was high-strength alcohol, especially alcohol brewed from grains. These are now contraband and can only be sold by the government. Private brewing is not even allowed. It is said that it is for
Save food.
"Then what are you selling now?" Percy asked.
"Fruit wine, all kinds of fruit wine, except wine. You are lucky. Our store has a new batch of sour plum wine from the south, which has a unique taste." The waiter said pleadingly.
"Okay." Percy didn't bother about whether the store had private collections, "Give me a drink."
Percy is doing well. He is now the Sheriff of this neighborhood. There are too many people like him who have taken advantage of the birth of the new regime. Many penniless people have become domineering people overnight.
People are superior to people.
The taste of the sour plum wine was beyond Percy's expectation. It was soft, sour and sweet with a strong fruity aroma and a long aftertaste, which reminded Percy of his hometown.
In the corner, someone was crying and someone was talking nonsense.
They were a group of unlucky people who either went bankrupt due to the political turmoil or had their homes confiscated because they offended the Tulip Party members. They could only hide in the tavern and drink away their sorrows.
The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open violently, and a man walked in arrogantly.
Posey knew this man. His name was Jimmy Sanchez. He was originally the leader of a local street gang and now he was an official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
This is a powerful department under the Freedom Committee. Its power has gone beyond the responsibilities of the secret police and security patrols in the past. No one can even accurately tell the boundaries of its power. It is responsible for counter-insurgency, eradicating rape, maintaining public order, and cracking down on unscrupulous businessmen.
, as well as suppressing die-hard elements who oppose the revolution, are all within its powers and responsibilities.
Sanchez's men drove the guests aside and solemnly occupied the most important position in the tavern, leaving only Percy alone.
Within a few minutes, most of the customers left. The waiter's smiling face was uglier than crying.
"Haha, Antonio, how are you doing recently?" Sanchez raised his chin and looked condescendingly.
Percy took a sip of sour plum wine: "Thanks to you, I'm fine. Would you like a glass of sour plum wine? It tastes good."
"Haha, I was just about to have a drink. Well, I've been busy all day, and this sweet wine is just right to moisten my throat." Sanchez said with a smile, "Those royalists still don't give up. I raided three stores in a row today."
The waiter cautiously poured Sanchez a glass of sour plum wine.
"It seems like you gained a lot today." Percy said in an envious tone, "I'm very good at handling leftover supplies."
The so-called "surplus materials" are nothing more than "criminal assets" obtained when rich people ransacked their homes. They entered the pockets of various figures related to the new regime in various forms. How to turn these materials into cash is a wave of trouble.
A part-time business in the West.
It was through this business that Percy met many authoritative people.
Sanchez glanced at the waiter, who immediately picked up a rag and walked aside to clean up the cups left by the guests when they left.
"Have you ever heard of Marquis Walker?" Sanchez took a sip of wine and wiped the wine stain on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
Posey took out a cigar and handed it to Sanchez. The other party looked at it in surprise: "Good thing. Even if you have money now, you may not be able to buy such a high-quality cigar."
"I happen to still have some inventory, and I will send someone to deliver it to my house tomorrow." Percy said, "Good things should be shared with friends."
"That's right!" Sanchez enjoyed the flattering atmosphere.
"Mr. Sanchez, just now you mentioned Marquis Walker, is he the one who was stripped of his title by a single husband a few years ago for being suspected of treason?" Percy asked, "There are rumors that he was not dismissed from his knighthood at all because of suspicion of rebellion.
Conspiracy, but there is another hidden agenda."
"Yes, that's him." Sanchez said while puffing away his smoke. "He was forced to go away a few years ago, but now he is back and has become a guest of honor and a special adviser to our Ministry of Internal Affairs.
.”
"So what?" Percy deliberately showed a disdainful tone, "The empire has been overthrown and the emperor has become a prisoner. Does this Walker still want to be reinstated?"
"Of course it's impossible," Sanchez said. "Back then, he angered Doufu, and his property was divided among many people. You must know that he is also one of the richest people in the Holy City. Those who added insult to injury are now in bad luck, because Walker
The Marquis knows the background of these people and the means by which they hide their property."
"Then what?" Percy asked curiously.
"Then it's my errand. You see, I've been busy since early in the morning and haven't even had a drink of water." Sanchez complained, but he only looked excited.
It was enough to make him feel as if he was stepping on the clouds when a person who was once aloof kneeled in front of a once penniless person like him.
"Antonio, I heard that you are very good at handling surplus materials, so I want to negotiate a big deal with you." Sanchez said.
"What's your valuation?" Percy asked, "We are all our own people, don't be fooled by me."
Sanchez held up a finger.
"A million?" Percy asked.
As if being insulted, Sanchez snorted: "Ten million."
"So much?" Percy's surprised expression at this time was not fake at all. This was because Sanchez was talking about it at a "discounted price" because it was "surplus supplies" after all.
"Mr. Sanchez, you know, I can't afford such a big deal." Percy's greedy and embarrassed expression was spot on.
Posey suddenly discovered that after several years of doing intelligence work, he was very good at acting. If he had to find a job in the future, the profession of actor would obviously suit him very well.
"Stop dreaming, can you eat so much by yourself?" Sanchez said disdainfully, "I have found at least ten people like you. I need you to dispose of these assets as soon as possible."
Sanchez said with pride: "Don't worry, my backing is beyond your imagination. These remaining supplies are not mine. Well, I only have to pay for running errands."
Behind him are naturally the big names in the Freedom Committee, maybe even more than one.
Percy picked up the wine glass: "Happy cooperation!"
"Happy cooperation!" Sanchez clinked glasses with Posey.
After pouring more than half of the cup into his mouth, Sanchez asked: "I'm curious, who is your next buyer of those supplies?"
"Mr. Sanchez, you know, I am not interested in real estate at all. As for jewelry, art, etc., I sell them to the southerners. The southerners are rich now, and they live a prosperous and peaceful life. Only these two
Only when all these conditions are met can jewelry and works of art have their due value.”
"That's right." Sanchez's expression suddenly became uncertain, "I hope to settle in the south in the future, it's terrible here."
Perhaps people like Sanchez are also uneasy in their hearts.
They took advantage of the situation and plundered wealth in the name of revolution. As a result, many innocent people lost their families and their families. All kinds of terrible tragedies made the new rich a little scared.
The evil they inflict on others today may also befall them one day.
Although plum wine is sweet and refreshing, drinking too much can make you intoxicated.