Chapter 977

"To the left, a little more left... OK."

Blue flame bar, brand new door is hung, Vincent is taking the workers to work.

The interior decoration was over. Vincent recruited some hot waiters, and the financial affairs were handed over to a short Chinese woman.

The bar accounts are very good, the important thing is to be honest and not to play tricks.

The Chinese are famous for their honesty. Vincent knows each other, so he can trust her.

However, there is something else he needs to deal with besides the bar accounts.

In name, the business is a bar, but Paul doesn't really want it. He's still in the business of smuggling drinks.

Although the prohibition of alcohol has been abolished, the business of smuggling alcohol has not disappeared. It is always more profitable not to pay taxes than to pay taxes, isn't it?

Drinks from South America and Chicago are transported by land and water to Canada, Europe, the Far East and East Asia.

The blue flame bar acts as a transit station, responsible for ensuring accounts, transportation and collection.

However, it is Tommy, not Vincent, who has not been recognized and trusted by Paul.

Vinson, who knows this, doesn't care. Compared with marijuana and a few women, smuggling alcohol in a chaotic area is a serious business.

"Are you ready?" Tommy, who didn't know what to do, came back and looked up at the door.

"Do you want someone to celebrate the opening tonight?" Vincent asked what he meant.

"No, it's better to keep a low profile." Tommy said with a smile.

"Well, I'm sure business won't be bad with these girls around." Vincent is not very confident.

In order to make a name for himself, the blue flame bar learned the "playboy" style, and asked the waiters to wear Internet socks and white sailor's clothes.

The decoration of the bar also tends to Mediterranean style, with soft music and bar singing, giving people a different style.

If you want to have a business, you have to do something else.

"You should have them standing at the door." The neon light was on in the bar, but I didn't see any guests after waiting for half an hour, Tommy jokingly pointed to the door.

"They're waiters, not Street girls." Vincent looked at him speechless.

"Hey, anybody?" A voice came, the door was opened, and the girl with a bobhead put her head forward and asked, "do you have any business here?"

"Of course." He winked at the boring waiter who was holding his head at the table. Vincent took out a cup from the bar and said, "would you like something to drink?"

At 11:00 p.m., the blue flame bar was already full, and waiters in uniform and stockings shuttled through the crowd, causing a whistling.

The number of girls is very small, and most of them are boys. Their hot clothes make their blood boil, and they keep drinking wine to suppress their impulse.

It's just that the more you drink it, the hotter it gets, and so on and on, Vincent wants to laugh.

"Man, you seem to be born with this." Tommy put his arm around Vincent's shoulder and looked at the crowded bar.

"That's right." Vincent nodded with laughter. Today is a good sign for him.

It would be great for him to just do the bar business here. Unfortunately, Vincent soon realized the reality.

On the third day of the opening of blue flame bar, two strong men in jackets appeared in the bar.

It's 800 a week. Vincent can't believe that.

It's $800 a week. What's the need to keep his bar open? Do you have a day job?

After rejecting each other explicitly, the glass on the table directly smashes into the wine cabinet, and the guests in the bar immediately scream and run out.

No one wants to get into trouble. They just come to relax and play.

"Man, it's not necessary." Vincent drew back with his hands up, motioned for calm, and said to the waiter next to him, "go find Tommy."

"No need? Yes The other party grinned and lifted his jacket, revealing the pistol pinned on his waist. "Now?"

"OK, OK, I can give it to you, but it's not so much now. We just opened the business." Vincent quickly shook his head to show that he did not mean to resist.

Heroes don't suffer from immediate losses. It's not good for anyone to make angry and shoot.

"Hand over all that's in the till, now." Seeing that Vincent was afraid, the other party happily grasped the gun in his hand.

"No problem. "In order not to let the other party misunderstand, Vincent slowly opened the cash register to let the other party see his action.

There was a stack of change and lots of coins. It looked like four or five hundred.

Vincent put the notes on the table and said, "man, I still need to buy some more. I'll leave the change for me."

They looked at each other and were about to say something, and a call of "Hey" came from behind.

The man with the gun glared and turned. Before he could see who it was, he fell to the ground with a bang.

"M-fk, Tommy, what are you doing?" The gunshot made everyone startled. Several waiters even shrunk to the corner and looked at the scene with fear on their faces."Don't, don't..." Tommy didn't say anything. He just pointed the gun at the other person, who immediately raised his hand over his head and knelt down, begging.

"Get up." Coming up and pointing the gun at the other's head, Tommy turned his head to Vincent and said, "follow me."

"FK, you can't kill people in the bar. It'll cause trouble. I don't mix with gangs. This is a legitimate business..."

Then Tommy, pointing a gun at the man, came to the back lane, and Vincent said in a huff all the way.

"With the gun." Ignoring his complaint, Tommy comes to the backyard and puts the gun in Vincent's hand.

"What? What are you going to do Vincent's heart trembled with a foreboding.

"Shoot, kill him." Tommy said without expression.

"FK, FK, are you a nerve? I don't kill people... " Vincent, with his gun still on the ground, screamed.

"I said, kill him." With the cold muzzle on Vincent's temple, Tommy's cold eyes didn't look like a joke.

"Man, no, come on, I have kids..." Seeing Vincent pick up the gun again and holding it uneasily in his hand, the man on his knees cried.

"You hear that. He has children." Vincent said, with a bitter face and a hoarse voice.

In the case of being pointed at by the gun, the water in his throat seemed to evaporate in an instant, which made his swallowing and saliva tingling.

"Is it?" Tommy laughed and let go, sarcastically, "throw the gun away."

Vincent immediately threw away his gun as if it were a poisonous snake.

Tommy pointed his gun at the man on the ground and said, "you, pick it up."

The other party didn't know what Tommy wanted to do. He hesitated and was at a loss. A bullet slammed at his side and made him quickly pick up the gun.

"Kill him and you can go." Tommy pointed the muzzle of the gun at Vincent and left him standing there.

"Hey, it's not funny. Don't do it." Seeing that the other party raised his hand without hesitation and aimed at himself, Vincent smelled the breath of death.

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