As an industrial product, drag has low cost, powerful effects, huge risks, but the benefits belong to others. Those Americans live in big villas, sleep with big beauties, and smoke the goods you worked so hard to deliver to LA and Seattle, but you gather in this slum, working with bullets and explosives all day long, dealing with the police and militia every day, and for a little while If you are not careful, you may end up dead on the streets. Friends and comrades, this deal is not a good deal! "
In a dark and cramped room, a group of tattooed men staggered around in different positions, looking curiously but suspiciously at the heartbroken man standing in the center of the room.
"But times have changed, the situation has changed, and opportunities have come. As the saying goes, when the wool comes from the sheep, the flames will rise when everyone adds firewood.
Mr. Morissa asked me to come this time, just to send a positive signal to everyone. He planned to increase the price of goods by 30% first to express his protest against those dealers in North America. This move is bound to gain everyone's support. Now, it's time for us to join forces to make the pie in the entire market bigger. "
The man talks eloquently and endlessly.
But the audience didn't buy it.
"Why should we follow little Morissa? This guy even dares to sneak attack the DEA. I'm afraid he won't live long."
Among the tattooed men, a bearded man leaned on a chair and said indifferently and contemptuously.
Everyone gathered around him, and it seemed that he was the leader of the group. His words were also praised by everyone.
The man immediately raised a finger: "First of all, the DEA's risks can be resolved. Although the DEA's firepower is powerful, it is not enough to send the army to Mexico. Secondly, the cooperation plan proposed by Mr. Morissa Jr. is not a Forced agreement, in fact, even if little Mr. Morissa is gone, such terms will only benefit you and not harm you. After all, addicts all over the world are counting on you. And the current price is indeed too cheap. There are many reasons for this low price because you are each in business and competing with each other. If you unite, the benefits you can obtain are unimaginable..."
Just like the small Central American city, after getting the approval of the local boss, Teacher Yan quickly contacted the local evil forces in Mexico.
These guys were so rampant in the local area that they almost never covered up traces of their existence. Teacher Yan quickly found them and boasted and sold them future development plans.
However, just when Teacher Yan was about to follow the same pattern and sell the bananas at gold prices, suddenly, Wei Ning hurried in from outside the door. He whispered into Song Wenbin's ear: "Yan... it's not good."
"Huh?" Teacher Yan, who was bragging with a group of gangsters, paused: "What's going on?"
"Paul called, our base was attacked, and there were heavy casualties."
Wei Ning took his cell phone and told Teacher Yan a shocking news.
Teacher Yan glanced at the phone and her eyelids twitched.
"Did something happen to our people?"
"Not yet...not yet...they're not filming..."
Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his phone, waved to Wei Ning, then turned around and continued to brag about his awesomeness.
"According to the analysis of the professional accountant I hired, as long as we increase the price by 30% together, everyone here can earn more than 50 million US dollars in income every year..."
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After finishing the bragging, Mr. Yan took out some prepared paper agreements and asked his photographer to send them to these tattooed militants. He had done these things in Seoul before, and he did it now. It's quite familiar.
However, as soon as he finished sending the message and left the conference room, he got in the car and ran all the way towards his base.
Soon, he came to an abandoned vehicle recycling center in the south of the city. The scorching sun shone on the yellow sand, and piles of old and broken vehicles formed hills on the ground. Teacher Yan stood in front of a warehouse among the abandoned vehicles, sweating profusely.
The reason why he was sweating profusely was not only because of the scorching sun in the sky, but also because of the tragic scene in front of him.
After he promised Little Morissa to help him make a lot of money, Little Morissa gave him a piece of land to work in, and also arranged a group of younger brothers to follow Teacher Yan, in name to protect him, but also to Keep an eye on him.
At this moment, the office in front of them was in a mess. The tattooed gangsters fell to the ground in a mess, covering their arms and groaning. Some of them had blood on their faces and scars on their bodies. Some even lay motionless on tables and tires, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
"This must be the most chaotic and violent episode..."
Weining said with lingering fear while carrying the camera.
Teacher Yan waved his hand, indicating that he should stop filming for the time being. Even if such a scene was filmed, it would not pass the review. Weining was relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.
At this time, the shrill siren of an ambulance came from behind. Those were some local medical staff, carrying stretchers and blood packs to treat those whose lives and deaths were unknown.
Paul jumped out of the ambulance and led several of his cronies and younger brothers to Song Wenbin quickly. He seemed not surprised by the chaos in front of him. He just looked at the bloody scene and said regretfully: "It seems that someone didn't I don’t want to raise the price together.”
"Is this so?"
Teacher Yan looked expressionless as he looked at the man being carried on the stretcher. There is not much time left for him, but the boast of Haikou must be realized, otherwise it will be difficult for him to exert sufficient influence on this land.
He strolled into the warehouse, where large words were written in bright red paint on the walls of the warehouse. Song Wenbin couldn’t understand, so Paul translated for him——
"This is a warning to the Marathas not to raise prices like this again."
"Are these gangs so brave? I thought Morissa had complete control over this place." Teacher Yan said softly.
"After all, he is not his father. Now people's minds have changed. Morissa has used too many violent methods. There are too many people who oppose him." Paul sighed regretfully: "Poison is not a fruit like bananas. The local gangs in Tijuana also It's not a strict company organization. They are loose and chaotic. Teacher, you want to hoard goods, negotiate for acquisitions, and drive up prices. But some small gangs themselves are not in the habit of producing these things, and they will not buy goods from you at high prices. of."
Listening to Paul's words, Teacher Yan frowned deeply, and he couldn't bear this kind of stabbing in the back, but because of his status and feathers, he was not willing to do such a smoky job.
Seeing Teacher Yan frowning, Paul couldn't help but ask: "Yan, can you tell me what you think? What exactly do you want to do? Why don't you tell Morissa about your idea of large-scale planting of coca leaves?"
"There's a demand in the market."
Teacher Yan looked at the writing on the wall and muttered absently.
"What?" Paul didn't understand what Teacher Yan was talking about.
The corner of Teacher Yan's eyes drifted past Paul's face and fell on the bloody words on the wall again. He coughed softly and said, "I need your help, friend."
Paul didn't say anything. He clasped his hands behind his back, his attitude obvious.
Upon seeing this, Teacher Yan sighed and said: "Listen, Paul, if everything in this world can be solved with words, why do people need other organs? If you want to accomplish something, you have to go in circles."
"Can you be more clear?" Paul asked immediately.
When Teacher Yan saw Paul asking for more details, he asked, "Do you think it would be possible to let Mexico unify Central America?"
Paul was surprised: "What are you talking about? Of course it's not possible. Other countries are not fools."
"Then let the United States attack all the countries in Central America, and then Mexico will unite Central America to resist the United States. Do you think it will work?"
"It seems somewhat feasible."
Paul mused.
"After the resistance is over, we can rename Mexico the Country of the Sun. The country will be the entire Central America, and everyone will be the glorious residents of the Country of the Sun. Do you think it's okay?"
"I see."
Paul touched his chin thoughtfully: "You mean, first gain Morissa's trust and then consider replacing the product?"
Teacher Yan waved his hand and continued to stare at the dilapidated den due to the attack, thinking about countermeasures. Soon, a business plan appeared in his mind.
"Yan, is this really your plan?" Paul asked.
"So will you help me?" Teacher Yan asked.
"How do you want me to help? Help you thoroughly investigate the real culprit behind this attack?" Paul asked.
Teacher Yan pondered for a long time and said: "Anyone who can do such a thing is definitely not a good person. If we do it a few more times, the prestige of the Mara Gang will be gone. If the prestige is gone, no one will do business with us."
Paul fell silent again, seeming to be thinking about what Teacher Yan said.
"But this is too short-sighted." Teacher Yan sighed: "In ancient China, the abdication of the last emperor took three generations to complete. Even in the United States, the ascension of a president requires countless speeches and campaign processes. In this way If you do, even if the Mara gang is temporarily affected, the result of a counterattack will be losses for both sides."
Paul was slightly moved and praised: "You are right, I will immediately help you thoroughly investigate the gang that caused this attack."
Teacher Yan got the answer he wanted, and then said: "Establishing prestige is one thing, and on the other hand, I need you to come forward with me to set up a loan company to help small gangs that have not yet established themselves in business. The funds are provided by you Come out, I will make the plan, and the profits will be given to Morissa."
The confidants next to Paul were stunned after hearing what Teacher Yan said. One of the confidants yelled: "What kind of bad idea is this!? We give money to people for loans, but the interest we collect has to be given to Morissa. This Is there such a stupid thing in the world!?"
Teacher Yan didn’t say anything, just looked at Paul.
It was obvious that Paul was not a creature of the pool. He immediately raised his hand to stop the chattering of his cronies. I saw him thinking for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. He said happily: "As expected of Teacher Yan, this is really a good suggestion!"
Thinking through the benefits so quickly, Teacher Yan couldn't help but think highly of Paul. His mind was already much higher than that of South Korea's Park Yon Tong. But it also made him feel a little uneasy. The past when he was almost kidnapped to Jeju Island by Park Yantong and others was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want the same thing to happen again.
However, until now, he has not received any news from other colleagues. Time is tight, and he cannot care about the hidden dangers at the moment.
After the two discussed it, they started to establish the loan institution without stopping. The lending institution is still under the banner of the Little Morissa Mara Gang and is protected by the Mara Gang, but the actual controller is Paul Kerik.
Soon, a small gang that attacked the office den was pulled out, and its leader was shot dead in his apartment. The body was also pulled around in front of the newly established loan company.
Such a fast and thunderous method temporarily frightened the doubtful gang members, and they all joined in the battle to raise the price together.
After the price rise, the purchase cost increased, and some weak suppliers had to borrow money from newly established loan companies.
In just a few days, nearly a million dollars was loaned out. Song Wenbin was not worried or concerned about what exactly the money was used for or purchased. After the establishment of the lending institution, those harassments and violations did disappear, and it seemed that some things were on the right track.
He continued to brag and flatter the leaders of the major gangs, asking them to accept his proposals one after another.
Under the guarantee of agreement and violence, local drug prices began to rise day by day.
Soon, some local consumers began to complain. However, because the local consumer group is very small, and the main force is still in North America, the complaints from far away have not yet spread, and the local voices are quickly suppressed. As a matter of necessity, the drug addicts have to accept the increase in drug prices. Facts, start holding your nose and buy.
After briefly enjoying the benefits of the first wave of price increases, subsequent increases went much more smoothly. Similarly, Paul's loan company also withdrew a lot of funds and interest due to the increase in prices.
Only ten days later, not even two weeks later, Teacher Yan and Paul returned to Little Morissa's mansion.
Boom!
Accompanied by a heavy muffled sound.
Paul and Teacher Yan placed two heavy boxes on the glass table next to the mansion's swimming pool.
Little Morissa was playing in the swimming pool with several beauties at the moment. Seeing that the teacher and Paul came back so quickly, he crawled out of the swimming pool wetly, came to the two of them, pointed to the box and asked, "So soon ???”
Paul opened the box without saying a word.
The boxes were filled with stacks of U.S. dollars, both boxes were the same.
"You said, double it in two weeks."
Teacher Yan said calmly: "I did it."
Seeing that one box of money really turned into two boxes, little Morissa was stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter. He opened the wine bottle next to him, happily drank a few sips of wine, and then roughly grabbed a few The money was bundled and stuffed into the swimsuit of the Latina beauty next to her.
The women who got a lot of dollars immediately covered their chests and giggled so hard.
Little Morissa was in a very good mood. He hugged the two women and snapped his fingers. The man on the side immediately poured two glasses of tequila and handed them to Teacher Yan and Paul.
The two took the wine glasses and drank them all in one gulp. Teacher Yan's face was as flat as a lake, while Paul's was smiling.
Seeing the two of them finish drinking, little Morissa was in a good mood and asked, "How is it? Is it difficult?"
"Easy." Teacher Yan said calmly.
(End of chapter)
