Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 101 [Settlement of Accounts]

As the applause continued, Ethan also saw Sandro standing in the far corner.

Sandro was raising his glass to him.

Ethan nodded at him.

Sandro, my sword has been sharpened a little more, how about you?

Afterwards, the dinner continued, and those who had previously avoided Ethan now surrounded him.

Others criticized Ramon for talking nonsense and saying he was jealous of Ethan's talent and character.

This is what is meant by human nature and worldly affairs.

After a while, Ned came over again accompanied by Consul Osvaldo.

But this time the black cardinal Casar and his follower Ramon were not there.

Oswald seemed to have forgotten what happened before and started chatting with Ethan very cordially. Finally, he said, "By the way, Ethan, there will be a San Quanti investment conference at the city hall in a few days. A caring and successful businessman like you should attend. Why don't you come along then?"

"It was an honor."

This is what Ned said before. Fortunately, Ethan finally succeeded in getting the admission ticket.

After seeing Oswald and Ned off, Ethan was planning to leave as well, but he was unexpectedly stopped by a stranger.

This person was the man who bought his painting.

A strange face.

"Mr. Ethan, do you have a minute? I'd like to bother you for a moment." The man began to introduce himself.

"My name is Jackson Motherwell. I'm from the capital and I'm a professional art collector. Your paintings are breathtaking."

"Thank you." Ethan shook hands with him.

"Actually, I came to Winster after hearing Pubol's introduction. I didn't expect that besides the painting about time, you would create such a masterpiece. No wonder Pubol praised you so highly. You will surely become a master of your generation."

Jackson's words are a bit exaggerated.

But his words were concise and powerful, and his overall demeanor was excellent, so people didn't feel that he was bragging, but was sincere.

"Actually, I want to discuss cooperation with you and represent your work. I'll bring your painting 'The Orphans of San Quanti' back to promote it right away. It's sure to shock the people in the capital. Once your time-related work is released, I'll also help promote it immediately. You'll definitely become famous nationwide as soon as possible, and then we can hold an exhibition..."

He painted a very beautiful blueprint for Ethan.

Ethan nodded and finally said, "I want to think about it first."

"No problem, this is my business card. I'm staying at the North Sea Star these two days. If you have any ideas, please contact me as soon as possible."

Jackson left an exquisite business card and left without stopping.

After Ethan walked out of the venue, he gave his business card to Anya and asked her to investigate Jackson carefully.

He is bound to go nationwide and even to the world in the future.

It would indeed be a good thing if there was a professional enough manager to help run the business.

But first of all, the other party is not a liar.

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Several days passed since the charity dinner.

Ethan's career was going smoothly. Not only did he acquire several good plots of land at the subsequent San Quanti Investment Conference, but he also had a clear idea of ​​how to obtain authorization to expand the weapons factory.

After learning that he was planning to open a weapons factory, Oswald personally approached him, saying he could help him obtain authorization to expand the factory. This was because he was from the central part of the kingdom, and the Steel City where he had previously worked was the location with the most weapons factories in the kingdom.

Although the right to operate the kingdom's weapons factories is firmly in the hands of the kingdom's military, there are always ways to circumvent it.

For example, transferring the authorization of a weapons factory.

Obviously, Oswald also began to invest in his own political achievements.

Everything went smoothly and the bootleg liquor business hit new highs.

Ethan and his team have fully earned back the money they lost due to the pollution in San Quanti.

The smuggling line that Ethan bought from the Corleone family is also ready to start its first business.

Whether it is the positive side or the dark side, Ethan's sword is getting sharper and sharper.

On this day, there was another meeting of the three major families.

As the situation has calmed down, the meeting place has been rescheduled to the third floor of North Sea Star.

But the situation is no longer the same as it was in the past.

Sandro was still sitting in the main seat, but Ethan was already sitting opposite him.

As for George, he was sitting aside in a completely insignificant position, just like his position in the current situation.

As soon as he sat down, John Holt couldn't wait to brag about Ethan's performance at the charity dinner, his painting, and his speech.

"It really makes us all proud." Although John Holt is very rich and has some status, in front of the real powerful people, he is actually no different from the people in the black mud.

These words made George look unhappy and in a bad mood because he was not even qualified to attend the dinner.

Ethan was widening the gap between him and him at a speed he could hardly imagine.

So, does he still have a chance to take revenge?
"Everyone, actually, I asked you all to come here today because I want to discuss something."

At this moment, Sandro knocked lightly on the table, drawing everyone's attention.

"Business is back on track lately, so we don't need to worry too much about this for now. So, shouldn't we settle the accounts we've made?"

As soon as these words came out, Ethan raised his eyebrows, and George immediately became nervous again.

What does the previous account mean?
John Holt and the others were also a little nervous. What did Sandro want to settle?
"Don't get me wrong, friends. What I'm saying is that we have to make someone pay the price. That person almost ruined our business."

Sandro raised a finger and slowly said a name.

"Aberline Court."

"The Prohibition agent?" George breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't directed at him.

"I heard that this person has been suspended." John Hot nodded and mentioned a new situation. "Is he still a threat to us?"

"Marvin thinks highly of him, so his suspension is probably only temporary. It's hard to say what he might plot in the future," Sandro continued. "So, rather than giving him the opportunity to continue obstructing us, it's better to kill him now."

"But he is a Prohibition agent after all..." John Holt was a little worried.

"From what I know, he killed many people in the Battle of San Quanti. The people above him are eager for his death. If we kill him, no one will care."

"I agree." George was the first to agree. "It's time to teach them a lesson."

John Holt and several other white gloves looked at each other and nodded.

Only Ethan was left again.

(End of this chapter)