The journey starts from the Titanic

Fat Jack came over to say hello, meaning to point out.

Take the initiative to walk to Arenas and sit down. The wine in the warehouse is almost sold out. If there is no alcohol, the reputation of the pub will be ruined. Who knows what can those guys who fail in business and have no alcohol to do?

Fat Jack was a little anxious, seeing Arenas' attitude could not help becoming enthusiastic.

He knew that Arenas had just arrived in a batch of good goods, and a lot of good goods.

The two came to Fat Jack's office, and as soon as they sat down, Arenas made Fat Jack upset.

"A 20% increase, why don't you grab it?" Fat Jack looked at Arenas angrily.

"Originally I planned to increase the price by 30%. You know, the paper came to us like crazy. This business is not easy to do, and the risk is too great. There are also some equipment upgrades that cost a lot of money."

Arenas walked slowly, looking at Fat Jack, with a confident smile on his mouth.

This time, he ate Dingfei Jack.

"Look?"

After a while, Fat Jack did not compromise, and Arenas suddenly stood up and wanted to leave.

"Deal!"

"Deal!"

Fat Jack was slaughtered and a little bit heartbroken. He glanced at Arenas. He didn't expect him to turn the situation around so quickly, and he had the opportunity to agree to Dallas' bootleg business, so he had to admire him.

Said: "We are going to have a good talk. The sheriff will also come over later."

"It's time to talk!" Arenas smiled and nodded.

Chapter 4 The Second Petroleum Conference

In addition to the pub, there is a grocery store, a small restaurant, and a bank.

I don’t know which idiot banker opened a bank here. He usually doesn’t have much business, just granting loans to farmers. Over the years, nearby farmers have gradually owed money to the bank.

Many banks in Houston have closed down. The bank is still alive and still lending money to farmers in financial difficulties, as long as they mortgage their land to the bank.

Droughts and dust storms and the damn economic depression have tortured this small town. More and more farmers kneel on the ground and beg for mercy but cannot move the bank. More and more people lose their land.

And those who have not lost their land, they are losing their own land.

Parked in front of the only pub in the town, a man in a denim uniform got out of the car.

George Bush, the man who had just lost his farm, was currently helping people run the transportation. Every time he passed the bank door, his eyes would stay for a while, watching indifferently the fools who walked out the bank door with frustration.

"Fortunately, I can still help people sell alcohol!"

Because of Prohibition, it is impossible to write the pub on the door of the pub, but the Reagan Hotel, but never sold a meal.

The street was deserted and there were no pedestrians. The man looked around and found no abnormalities. He walked to the entrance of the tavern and shouted inside.

"The goods are coming!"

A few men came out of the tavern, the tavern owner Reagan laughed when he saw the truck. He had been waiting for these goods for a long time.

"Hi, George!"

"Hi, Reagan."

Reagan was the tavern owner. He took a look into the car, nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and directed the men behind to move things into the car.

One after another, wooden boxes were moved into the tavern.

"Go, go in and have a good drink!" Reagan invited.

"No problem, Reagan." The driver who called George readily agreed.

"Damn Biden, please be careful not to break my goodies."

The shopkeeper yelled out one of the porters. Biden chuckled, not minding that the boss Reagan was rude, he opened the box and the box was full of wine.

Biden took out a bottle of wine and handed it to Reagan witty.

Reagan proficiently "tested the goods" and was satisfied with the quality of the wine. Arenas did not brag. Although there was some delay, the wine was "good" and it was cheaper and better than the wine made by the farmers in Bull Town.

The most important thing is that the guy actually got in touch with the big guys in the police station, and the business got bigger and bigger.

Reagan was a little jealous, and he also enjoyed a little benefit, that is, he can sell alcohol more unscrupulously in the future.

"At this time in previous years, Eastern cotton merchants and beef cattle merchants all went to Bull Town, and now they don't know where to go? Probably all went to Wall Street to buy stocks!"

After a glass of wine, Bush said a cold joke.

"Everyone went bankrupt. Now the bank has become the landlord of Bull Town, and most of the land has been bought by the bank."

Reagan worried.

The bank took a fancy to the land in Bull Town, but didn't find someone to manage the land. This was a bit weird and couldn't help but say it.

"Maybe people have taken a fancy to what's underground. In recent years, hasn't everyone in Texas looking for oil everywhere?" Bush said casually.

"If there is oil in Bull Town, wouldn't you lose?" Reagan laughed, and added, "I really want to see you regret it, so my business will be better."

Bush shook his head. The farmer had no land, just like he hadn't had a wife. The taste in him is not something that wine dealers like Reagan can experience.

So he lowered his head and was silent.

After Bush delivered the goods and left Bull Town, the Dodge truck drove on the country road made of weeds and dirt, feeling lonely and blank.

There is an endless pine forest in the distance. It is said that there is a logging plant at the other end of the pine forest, but people from Bull Town have never been to the other end of the pine forest because the pine forest is too big.

Dididi——

There was a convoy ahead, all Dodge trucks, at least a dozen.

Someone in the car in front beckoned Bush to stop.

Bush slowed down and both sides stopped, and the man asked, "Is Bull Town here?"

"Yes." Bush nodded, then looked at the stopped motorcade. The cars were full of various tools. Are these people going to the field to do construction?

This thought flashed through Bush's mind and asked, "Who are you? Are you going to fix the Hoover Project?"

"We are from the Halliburton Oilfield Company and are going to develop oil fields in Bull Town!"

The other party replied.