America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 256 - 163: Making a Pot of Gold Daily

"You talk more than last time. If you hadn’t been so arrogant, your hand wouldn’t have ended up bandaged like this. This is your turf, I’m giving you face. We trade normally and don’t stir up trouble proactively."

Allen Zhang patted his shoulder and looked at the unfamiliar face beside him, "Where are the others from last time? Are these your new underlings?"

"They went to work in the factory. They were scared shitless by what happened last time, and after coming back, they didn’t want to engage in that kind of activity anymore. I also wanted to find something legitimate to do."

The white guy honestly said, "That batch of alcohol was also because I bought a few maps on Opportunity Network, wanting to try my luck. Unexpectedly, I really dug up some good stuff and thought about selling it online."

"A treasure map? Is that thing really reliable?"

Allen Zhang was a bit surprised; he hadn’t come across similar information yet, but he didn’t pay too much attention, "Let’s go take a look at that batch of alcohol. If the price is right, I’ll take it all."

The white guy dared not disobey and honestly led the way to a dilapidated warehouse in town, took out the key to unlock the door, pushed the door open, and saw rows of wooden crates, all filled with glass bottles of alcohol, tightly sealed and cushioned with straw, and looking dusty. Through the bottles, the liquid inside looked pretty murky.

If one didn’t know these bottles were filled with Brandy, one might think it was a warehouse full of nitroglycerin. The label also showed production years in the 1970s.

Allen Zhang asked Melvin to go over and open a bottle to taste it. This guy had a penchant for alcohol; every time he had money, he’d hit the bars. If he thought the taste was acceptable, it meant the majority of drunks would likely accept it too.

Melvin pried open the cork, got a whiff of the distillation fragrance of white grapes, and took a sip.

Smacking his lips and then downing a big gulp, he immediately gave a thumbs up, "The taste is really good!"

Authorization from a drunk.

"Let’s talk price. Twenty crates of aged Brandy, that’s half a century of history there." Allen Zhang was a bit taken aback; if sold to rich folks with new packaging, a bottle could easily fetch thousands of US Dollars. Definitely a chance to make a big profit.

Unfortunately, there were no marks on them, completely smuggled alcohol packaging without safety guarantees. Even Old George at the pawnshop wouldn’t want it, apart from the drunks.

Selling by the glass in the bar, 88 US Dollars per glass, fair pricing; a bottle could sell for several hundred dollars. These twenty crates of Brandy could casually fetch several tens of thousands of dollars, with the General Sect Leader himself netting at least 20,000 dollars in profit.

The white guy discussed it briefly, mustered up some courage, and offered what they thought was a reasonable price, "If you plan to buy them, 80 dollars per crate."

"That little?" Allen Zhang’s eyes widened upon hearing it.

"8... 80 dollars... If you think this price isn’t quite right, 60 dollars will also do," the white guy said unconfidently, "We also spent over a dozen dollars on the treasure map. We’ve already asked around, local drunks in town are willing to pay 50 dollars! We think it’s worth at least 80 dollars."

Damn, Old Deng is that ruthless?

But considering the spending power in the town isn’t high and few people know the real value, this price was actually reasonable.

Still, the profits are higher in the big cities.

You’re selling the stock at 80 dollars per crate, I could sell it for 88 dollars per glass.

"I’ll give you 100 dollars! I won’t let you lose out, go! Load them up!" Allen Zhang waved his hand grandly, directly pulled out 2000 US Dollars in cash and handed it to them, asking them to help load it onto the vehicle. Do you guys even realize how valuable this stuff is?

The white guy looked at the 2000 dollars, grinning from ear to ear, delighted. A few dozen dollars spent on a treasure map, and they made over a hundred times that! Total profits!

He could buy a new motorcycle to impress girls! Maybe even upgrade to a second-hand pickup truck.

Working with full enthusiasm, the twenty crates of Brandy were neatly placed on the pickup truck and the back seat. What couldn’t fit was placed on the Jeep, sweating from the forehead but not once complaining of the hard work or tiredness.

Allen Zhang also bought a few drinks from the nearby convenience store and handed them out, satisfied, "Deal done, it was a pleasure doing business! If you get more good stuff like this, remember to contact me again, goodbye."

"Boss, goodbye." The General Sect Leader got the alcohol, the white guy cleared his inventory, both sides got a beautiful ending.

After a greeting, Allen Zhang started the Jeep and sped away from the town.

Back in the city.

Allen Zhang and Melvin brought the vehicle to Sunkist Bar and started calling people out to help unload.

Informed, Mary and Guise immediately came out to help, looking at the crates and glass bottles on the vehicle, somewhat puzzled and confused, "Boss, what is this? It looks like it’s been dug out from a cellar. Don’t tell us these are all filled with alcohol!"

"You guessed right, this indeed is alcohol, and it’s Brandy from last century. I paid a high price to haul it from the countryside. glGetUniformLocation these.BooleanField(min_value=None, max_value=None,default/1, ensure_signed=None)

Just the cost price alone reached 2000 US Dollars!"

"2000 US Dollars? For this alcohol?" Mary was shocked, "The most expensive tequila we sell in our bar, the cost price is just over ten dollars per bottle. The cost of beer is even cheaper, a big barrel costs less than 20 dollars."