Chapter 163 Making money every day
"You are much more talkative than last time. If you weren't so arrogant, your hand wouldn't be wrapped like this. This is your territory, I'm giving you face, we'll just do business normally and I won't take the initiative to cause trouble."
Zhang Ailun patted his shoulder and looked at the unfamiliar face next to him, "Where are those other people from last time? Are these your new brothers?"
"They went to work in the factory. They were scared by you after what happened last time, and they don't want to do that kind of work anymore after they came back. I also want to find a proper job."
The white guy said honestly, "I bought a few maps on the opportunity website to try my luck with the wine. I didn't expect to find some good stuff, so I decided to sell it online."
"Treasure map? Is this thing really reliable?"
Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. He had never seen similar information before, but he didn't care too much. "Take us to see the wine. If the price is right, I'll take them all."
The white guy didn't dare to disobey and led the way obediently. They came to a dilapidated warehouse in the town, took out the key to unlock the door, pushed the door open, and saw rows of wooden drawers inside. They were full of glass bottles of wine, which were tightly sealed and padded with hay. They looked covered with dust, and the liquid inside the bottles was rather turbid.
If I didn't know that the bottle contained brandy, I would have thought it was a warehouse of nitroglycerin. It also said that it was made in the 70s.
Zhang Ailan asked Melvin to go over and open a bottle to taste it. This guy is an alcoholic and he goes to the bar whenever he has money. If he thinks the taste is okay, it means that most alcoholics can accept it.
Melvin pried open the cork, smelled the aroma of white grape distilled liquor, and took a sip.
He smacked his lips, took another big gulp, and immediately gave a thumbs up, "It tastes great!"
Got the alcoholic's certification.
"Let's talk about the price. Twenty drawers of aged brandy, this must be half a century old." Zhang Ailun was a little shocked. If he sold this to those rich people, a bottle would cost at least a thousand dollars if the packaging was changed. He would definitely make a lot of money.
Unfortunately, there is no logo on it. It is a three-no product and is completely the packaging of smuggled liquor. Its safety cannot be guaranteed. In the pawn shop, no one except a drunkard would want to accept it, not even Old George.
If you sell it by the glass in a bar, it's 88 dollars a glass, and the price is fair. A bottle of wine can sell for hundreds of dollars. These 2 drawers of brandy can easily sell for tens of thousands of dollars, and the chief leader himself will get a net profit of at least dollars.
The white guy discussed it for a while, mustered up his courage, and offered a price that they thought was reasonable, "If you plan to buy them, it's $80 per drawer."
"Mr. Duo?" Zhang Ailun's eyes widened after hearing this.
“8……80美元……如果你觉得这个价格不太合理，60美元也行。”白人小伙底气不足的说道：“我们买藏宝图也花了十几美元呢。我们已经找人了解过了，当地小镇上的酒鬼愿意出50美元的价格！我们认为它至少值80美元。”
Damn, why is Lao Deng so dark?
However, considering that the consumption level in the small town is not high and there are not many people who know the goods, the price is actually very reasonable.
The profit is still higher if it is sold in big cities.
Your purchase price is only $80 per tray, but I can sell him $88 per cup.
"I'll give you $100! You won't suffer any loss. Go! Load it into the truck for me!" Zhang Ailun waved his hand and directly took out $2000 in cash and handed it to him, asking them to help load it onto the truck. You really don't understand how valuable this thing is, right?
The white guy looked at the $2000 and smiled happily. He was very happy. The treasure map he bought for more than ten dollars was worth hundreds of times in an instant! He made a fortune!
You can buy a new motorcycle to pick up girls! You can even upgrade directly to a used pickup truck.
They were very enthusiastic when they started working. Twenty drawers of brandy were neatly placed on the pickup truck and the back seat. Those that couldn't fit were placed in the Wrangler. They were so tired that sweat appeared on their foreheads, but they never complained about the hardship or tiredness.
Zhang Ailun also bought a few bottles of drinks at the convenience store next door and distributed them to them. He said with satisfaction, "Transaction completed. Happy cooperation! If you have such good products next time, remember to contact me again. Goodbye."
"Boss, goodbye." The leader got the drinks, the white guy cleared out the inventory and sales, and both sides had a happy ending.
After saying hello to them, Zhang Ailun got in his car, started the Wrangler, stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the town.
Back to the city.
Zhang Allen and Melvin drove the car to Sanji Bar and started calling people to help unload the goods.
Mary and Giss, who received the notice, came out to help immediately. Looking at the wooden drawers and glass bottles on the car, they were puzzled. "Boss, what are these? They look like they were dug out from the cellar. Don't tell us that they are full of alcohol!"
"You guessed it right. There is indeed wine in here, and it is brandy from the last century. I bought it from a small town in the countryside at a high price. The purchase price alone is as high as 2000 US dollars!"
"Two thousand dollars? Just for these bottles of wine?" Mary was shocked. "The most expensive tequila we sell in our store only costs a dozen dollars a bottle. The beer is even cheaper. A barrel of beer in a large oak barrel costs less than 20 dollars."
"That's why we say it's good value for money. They must be worth it to be sold at such a high price. At least they can bring us a generous return of tens of thousands of dollars! Never underestimate the spending power of street drunks. They would rather break their legs and defraud insurance from the government, just to get the money to come to the bar for a glass of whiskey!"
With a lame leg, he received the subsidy, watched the game, drank fine wine, and was served by the attentive bar bunny girls.
What a beautiful thing this is.
Zhang Ailun immediately planned to label the wines as aged and sell them. He moved the wines to the bar's storage room, wiped them clean, and asked someone to open a bottle at the bar and give it to the guests for free.
The bar's daytime customer flow is relatively stable, mainly because of the good lighting and privacy. When they learned that the bar owner was promoting new drinks, many of the old customers who were alcoholics wanted to try them.
After drinking a glass, the taste is refreshing and the aftertaste is strong. I think this drink is really strong and worth buying!
When they asked about the price, it was $88 a cup, which immediately discouraged many people.
The guests in the hall are basically only willing to spend $5 for a glass of tequila or whiskey. Those who have money in their pockets will only buy a glass of drinks that costs $25. Expensive brandy like this $88 is indeed not something that ordinary people can afford.
But Zhang Ailun didn't care at all. The customers were not just a few old drunkards like them. If they didn't buy, there were plenty of people on the street who would buy.
The newly listed brandy was added to the liquor catalog. The purchasing power of the old gamblers in the private rooms in the back half was not comparable to that of the guests in the hall. Several bottles were sold in just a few tens of minutes.
Zhang Ailun felt refreshed as he watched the profits rising steadily and US dollars flying into his wallet as if they had wings.
Arriving at the private room in the office, Zhang Ailun sat in the boss chair and asked Gis to bring him the account list of yesterday's wine and beverage revenue for him to review.
After a quick look, I found that the income and expenditure from selling alcohol were basically balanced. At the end of the day, excluding the daily salary payment for the bartender and the recruited part-time waiters, I only made about 200 US dollars. This was still with the support of the Beggars' Sect disciples. The profit was not as good as the income from the Beggars' Sect's jars.
However, this is only the apparent sales project. The second half of the project is still quite profitable, with a net profit of $1200 in just one day!
Rounding off, Zhang Ailun can get about $800 in dividends. The bar's turnover is still relatively high at night, and if he recruits staff to provide erotic services, the dividends will definitely be higher.
However, you still have to pay taxes when you make money. In order to avoid financial losses, Zhang Allen decided to let Dave come over as a part-time accountant at the bar. He discussed with Mary and Geese, the two second-in-command small bosses, and decided to avoid paying taxes. He didn't make much money anyway. If I don't avoid taxes properly, how can I buy a car and a house? How can I become rich?
Dave has plenty of ways to reasonably avoid taxes. He is a senior intellectual who is well versed in law!
Zhang Ailun was still worrying about the bar's business model, when the young owner, Gis, considerately brought him a glass of iced brandy and knocked on the door.
After getting permission, he walked in, closed the door, and placed the drinks on the table.
"Boss, do you have time now?"
Zhang Allen knew what she was thinking as soon as he saw her cool outfit, and immediately said, "Why close the door? If you don't go outside to help take care of the guests, can Mary handle it all by herself?"
"Boss, there are not so many customers in the bar now. I think compared to serving our God well, the boss's physical and mental health is more worthy of attention." Gis came over, sat directly on his lap, and hugged his neck to dribble the ball into the opponent.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Zhang Ailun said seriously, remaining calm, thinking that his charm was not that great.
But in order to allow his employees to focus more on their work, he decided to cut meat to feed the eagle.
"This will never happen again!!"
"Boss, if you experience it once, I guarantee there will be a next time. My boyfriend has no right to control my private life." Gis smiled charmingly, rolled up her hair, and squatted under the desk.
Hiss...this is a paid program!
Half an hour later, Mary's voice could be heard outside the door, and she was knocking on the door, "Gis! Are you in there? WTF! It's still working hours, what are you doing in there? I just left for a while, and you, a little bitch, are trying to steal my girl?"
Gis replied dissatisfiedly: "Fxxk you! Don't bother us! The boss and I are discussing the bar's business, oh..."
It was quiet outside, and soon Mary came back, opened the door with her key, and slipped in through the crack.
Looking at the two of them, he angrily shouted, "Shit! I knew you had bad intentions! Get out and work!"
"Maybe you can ask the boss if he is satisfied with my work." The female knight Giss challenged.
Zhang Ailun acted like a complete scumbag, spreading his hands helplessly, "Mary, maybe you could come two minutes later?"
"Even if I give you another 15 minutes, you still may not be able to finish it!" Mary retorted, knowing how strong the chief's fighting ability was.
Seeing that the matter was done, she was no longer angry and said viciously, "Get out to work! You damn thief!"
In order not to affect the normal operation of the bar, the chief leader also accelerated the process.
Gis left reluctantly! Although Mary had interrupted his good time, he did not forget to remind his boss to meet him again next time when he had time, and even invited him to his home for a second round of the game.
Of course, Zhang Ailun would never agree. Working in a bar is a legitimate job, but it doesn't make sense for you to invite me to your home when you have a boyfriend.
After seeing off Giss, Zhang Allen took out his cell phone and took a look. It was a message from Jennifer.
Jennifer: Someone who claims to be your good friend comes to you and says he wants to cooperate with you on a business.
Allen Zhang: Is his name Mr. Hacksaw?
Jennifer: I don't know. I didn't ask him his name. He was a white man in his thirties. I think he was a bit poor but pretending to be poor. He still wanted to date me. He didn't even look at what he had become! He had no money and no looks. Honey, if you don't come back, your house will be robbed!
Zhang Ailun: That should be him. I'll be right back.
Zhang Ailun tidied up the desk in the office, then took the car keys and left the bar.
Driving back to the Qiaodong campsite, Zhang Ailun parked the car on the side of the road. From a distance, he saw a bruised white man entangled with Jennifer, showing his courtesy and completely ignoring the other's disgusted look. Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"If you say one more word, I'm going to beat your balls!" Jennifer couldn't stand it anymore and cursed at him.
"Girl, believe me, with your qualifications, if you go to a movie studio to make a movie, the sales will definitely be hot! Do you like role-playing? Supergirl? Catwoman? Black Widow?"
Tommy chattered on, "Believe me, I'm a professional. Many porn stars have filmed movies with me when they first debuted. If you want to be famous, let's start with the online digital platform, operate short videos and live broadcast models, sign contracts with regular film and television companies, accumulate traffic and popularity, and move to Hollywood!"
"If you want to make money, it's even easier. I have a few big-budget movies here. As long as you perform a little better, I can mail the finished film to rich people. There will definitely be big bosses in the rich area who are willing to pay to support you!"
"roll!!"
Jennifer cursed: "I would rather starve to death than shoot a porn movie!"
"But aren't you just doing erotic services?" Unfortunately, this guy kept talking about things that were not relevant to the topic, and Jennifer was immediately irritated by him.
She stood up and kicked him in the crotch, then pulled out the pistol that the leader had left in the RV and pointed it at his forehead, "Fuck you! Where the hell did you come from? Which bitch didn't hold you tight and accidentally let you leak out? Get away! Don't make me say it again! Otherwise, I'll kill you!!"
"Oh! It hurts! Don't shoot! I won't tell you."
Zhang Ailun got out of the car and looked at the sturdy man who was lying on the ground, holding his crotch with a livid face. Forget it, this is another useless scumbag.
There are not many people who can make Jennifer angry. After all, she is so popular and has so many superficial friends in her circle, and this guy happens to be one of them.
What a mean mouth!
The last time I saw him, I definitely thought this guy was a bit unreliable.
Jennifer was furious. When she saw Zhang Allen opening his mouth, she said angrily, "This guy is so mean. I really want to sew his mouth shut!"
Zhang Ailun couldn't help laughing when he saw Tommy's miserable appearance. "Hey, man, what happened to you? The last time I saw you, you were so generous. Don't you run a record company?"
"Don't mention it. I'm bankrupt. There were bad people in the company and I was betrayed. All my assets were seized. I sold my property and everything to pay enough bail to avoid going to jail."
Tommy got up dejectedly and looked at Jennifer with a grin, "Is this your woman? Man, she's really hot! I've met many women, but it's rare to find one like her. It's such a waste of her youth to stay on the streets!"
"No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak." Jennifer said sarcastically.
"If you say one more word, even I will be unable to resist the urge to punch you a few times!" Zhang Ailun said with a wry smile.
"Ok! I won't say anything more. I'm just telling the truth." Tommy looked at Zhang Ailun's sandbag-sized fist and wisely raised his hands in surrender.
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