A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 454 I’ll just wipe his ass again
Until the end of the show, Luciano didn't come back after going to the toilet.

After sending Johnny and Rothstein off, Thompson returned to the box, looked at Sean who was sitting and smoking, and said with a smile:

"Mr. McGuire, can you now believe that I have the ability to eat all the food in your hand by myself?"

Sean smiled and was not in a hurry to speak. For today's meeting, he was invited by Nucky Thompson. The location in Atlantic City is very good, and Thompson is here as he said. Looking at the sky, looking at the wine that Thompson sold him for 2 yuan just now, before he got it, he sold it for [-] yuan. Sean knew that he was indeed capable.

After all, these 500 boxes are just an additional addition. Thompson not only sells wine in Atlantic City, but also uses the excellent geographical location and the convenience of the port to continuously transport wine from here to New York, Chicago and other places.

Seeing Sean just smiling silently, Thompson continued:

"You have just met, Jim Colosimo, the largest gang leader in Chicago. His businesses are diverse, involving gambling, girls, labor racketeering, and various other industries. He owns the largest gang in Chicago. hotel and casino empire..."

"In Chicago, the Italians only control the South Side, and there are Irish people in the North." Sean interrupted him.

The meaning of this is very clear, Sean is telling Thompson, you can't eat it all.

Thompson was not in a hurry. He sat down next to Sean, took out his cigarette case, lit it for himself, and said:
"Mr. McGuire, I don't know what you think about Prohibition, but in my opinion, the most incredible thing among them is this law, which allows businesses that were originally legal to The businessmen of this largest business in the country suddenly became criminals overnight, and then the original criminals saw a shortcut to making a fortune."

Although he still hadn’t heard what Thompson wanted to say, Sean still smiled and answered:
"I don't think anyone can refuse the benefits of beer that originally cost five cents a cup and is now sold for three times or more."

"It's not so absolute. Jim Colosimo refused to get involved in the business of making moonshine. He was happy to continue selling wine, but he didn't want to get into more trouble."

Thompson flicked the ashes from his cigarette and continued:
"Not everyone has the courage to challenge the law, especially when there are stable and safe suppliers. Mr. McGuire, the Irish you are talking about, they are a group of people who have no brains and only use force. They are outright idiots." They're just thugs, you don't want to do business with them."

"So, Mr. Thompson prefers the Italians and the Scotsman named Rothstein to the Irish?" Sean said.

Thompson nodded and said:
"Yeah, they know how to do business."

"Okay, I admit, this meeting did let me understand your strength, Mr. Thompson. However, my friend once told me that making money from any kind of person is the same, so I can't I promise you exclusive sales, but I promise that I will not interfere with anything other than collecting money and delivering goods. This is the same for everyone."

Seeing that Sean still insisted on this attitude, Thompson did not give up.

"Mr. McGuire, I'm afraid I have to remind you that what we are doing is an illegal business after all. The kind of people we choose to cooperate with will not only affect the success or failure of the business, but also determine whether we will succeed in the end. Zhengdang is in jail..."

What Thompson's words are reminding Sean is that Sean knows very well that for him, the fewer middlemen there are, the more secure he will be.

But Sean also didn't forget Arthur's reminder.

"Okay, Mr. Thompson, for the time being we can try to cooperate as you said for a while. Of course, I won't make any promises to you yet. What do you think?"

"Happy cooperation, Mr. McGuire, you will not regret your decision."

Before going out, Sean curiously asked Thompson a question.

"Mr. Thompson, what does it feel like to walk between black and white?" Enoch Thompson, as the treasurer of Atlantic City, also ran large and small casinos and bars, and then had close contacts with gangs in New York and Chicago. .

"Everything is just business, there is no black or white."

……

"Is everything going well? I heard that you met Rothstein in New York and Jim Colosimo in Chicago?" Arthur asked while eating the sliced ​​apples on the plate.

"Huh? Arthur, how do you know?"

Sean was very curious, and he hadn't even mentioned this to Arthur yet.

"I wasn't afraid that you would roll over, so I paid more attention. Why do you think I asked you to arrive half an hour late? Federal anti-alcohol agents are not just freeloaders. They sent people to follow Rothstein, and as a result, they monitored this incident. Meet." Arthur said.

"Huh? You didn't say this earlier. Fortunately, I was obedient and didn't arrive early." Sean complained.

Arthur smiled and shook his head and said:
"If I told you earlier, you wouldn't go? Or, if I told you not to do this business, you wouldn't do it?"

"Arthur..."

"Okay, okay, you are not my rebellious little son, so don't do this with me. Speaking of which, where is the brat? I didn't see him coming back with you?" Arthur frowned and asked. road.

"He met a few friends and said he wanted to stay in Atlantic City for two days. It just so happened that a batch of goods was coming, so I asked him to stay there and take charge of the handover."

Arthur was not dissatisfied with Sean's explanation. After all, when he told Geraint to do it, Arthur really intended to let him do it. He didn't want Sean to do it because he was his son. What does he take special care of?

"So, are you still planning to cooperate with that Nucky Thompson?"

Arthur also had a general understanding of Nucky Thompson. A man who was quite comfortable in both black and white nowadays. Although on the surface he was just a small treasurer in Atlantic City, he was actually connected with the interests of all parties. There seems to be a military brigadier general behind him as his backer.

"Well, the fewer middlemen there are, the safer it is. A reliable middleman will save us a lot of trouble."

Arthur didn't say much about this. Sean's decision made sense.

"Okay, you just have to take care of it yourself. There is one more thing. In the past few days, those IRS anti-alcohol agents are planning to conduct a large-scale raid on the bootlegging activities in Atlantic City. You should not go to Atlantic City again. , he is already old, so he can just ask Geraint to do something if he wants to, instead of doing everything himself, it just allows that kid to feel the dangers of society."

Sean laughed when he heard Arthur's words.

"What? Aren't you afraid that Geraint will suffer a big loss then?"

"Don't worry, if he really makes a mess, I'll just wipe his ass." Arthur said nonchalantly.

(End of this chapter)