Chapter 155 (1/2)

”Name?”

Customs officers stopped him, and everyone could not avoid this step. However, the Hawaiian ships were not the focus of inspection. They were now on guard against the European poor, especially the illegal immigrants from Italy.

”My name is Slade Wilson. Can you hurry up? I'm in a hurry to go home. ”

Su Ming said, while handing out a five dollar tip, his mouth is the standard upper east side accent of New York, which can fully show that he is an American.

Sure enough, the chubby customs officer nodded with a smile, accepted the tip without a trace, and glanced at the birth certificate casually, so that the articles carried did not need to be checked.

”Welcome home, sir.” He indicated that Su Ming could pass, then waved the stick in his hand and called to the people behind him: ”next, hurry up this way.”

Through the bustling crowd, through the old wharf full of sense of the times, Su Ming walked into the city with a smile in his face.

Skyscrapers, vintage cars, old windbreaker and tweed hat, all around the streets are similar.

Police holding sticks, children hawking their newspapers, not far from the pier is the Italian Deli, the owner is using a cloth to drive away the flies on the roast chicken.

Noisy, lively, this is New York in the 1920s. Watching people in old fashion walking down the street, he felt like he was walking into a black-and-white film film.

At present, he still has more than 9000 dollars on his body. If it is only used for food and drink, it will be enough for him to spend for a long time. However, if he wants to start a weapon company and realize his long-term plan, it is far from enough.

A small workshop can't take orders for national defense.

These funds are just starting funds, and Su Ming intends to make money quickly through a series of plans in the early stage.

The first is wine making.

Sitting in a taxi, Su Ming could hear the sound of jazz coming from the roadside, but there was no smell of alcohol. Such a day is not complete.

The era of prohibition is also the era of the rise of the local gangs in the United States.

The starting point of prohibition can't be said to be wrong. After all, it's a good thing to let people put their energy into serious life and work, and not to sleep drunk every day.

But alcohol is also addictive.

Many people can't do without it. As a result, the state won't allow it to be sold. No matter whether the business is illegal, what should we do?

”Capital” said - as long as there are appropriate profits, capital will be bold. If it has 50% profit, it can take risks; for 100% profit, it will dare to trample on all human laws; if it has 300% profit, it will dare to commit any crime and even risk hanging.

Originally, wine making and selling belonged to regular factories and regular merchants. Now the state has ordered it to change from light to dark, secretly brewing and fighting with the police.

However, the gangsters who had been engaged in underground business were more organized and kept secret. They successfully separated themselves from the market competition and formed a one-stop underground industry of brewing, transportation and sales. They made a lot of money with the family system.

They are criminals originally. If they are arrested, it is estimated that making and selling illicit wine is the lightest crime. Other crimes such as murder and arson would have been on the electric chair for a long time.

This is a real profiteering industry. At this time, a few sacks of corn are only a little more than $1, but after distillation, fermentation and other means, it turns into a barrel of privately made corn whisky, which can be sold for more than 50 dollars. It's easy.

Make 50 times profit in seven days. You don't need to run around, just have a basement, a few pots, steamers and barrels.

As for the light taste of the wine? Bad taste? It's not a problem in the eyes of consumers in this era. Before 1933, you never had to worry about the market problems of products.

If horse urine really tastes like beer, you can sell horse urine as well...

of course, gangsters often have poor technology, and in order to sell it as soon as possible, the fermentation time is not enough, so the methanol content in private liquor is mostly over the standard. Many blind people in this era are also caused by drinking private wine.

Su Ming plans to join the industry now. He has enough capital. Besides, distilling wine has a foundation in this era. The equipment is ready-made and can be bought in closed factories.

He just needs to buy raw materials, pick a hidden place to start work, and then he can cover up a bar.

Can a world-class super soldier not cover a bar and factory?

Private wine is now an underground business, so everything follows the rules of the underground world. In this world, fist is the right to speak.

Su Ming is just for money, not for territory, so the gangs and he are OK.

Of course, if someone tries to find fault because he has robbed the liquor business, Su Ming doesn't mind wiping out several gangsters and returning New York people a place to live and work in peace and contentment...