Red Dead Redemption Dawn - Chapter 424 Why only 70%?

When John left Jackson's house, in addition to exchanging the gear, he put a five-dollar bill under his pillow as a reward for breaking in and borrowing gear.

When he went back, John asked Nick to bring back the fish he caught and prepare to take them to the construction site tomorrow to give them a meal. So back at the hotel Nick asked the innkeeper to get a big bucket of ice and threw the fish in it.

In a good mood, John slept until the next day, and just after breakfast the next morning, he received help from Garrett.

It was an envelope, and he opened the envelope directly after getting it. Inside was another letter and a uh new envelope, not much content.

The above is just a brief introduction to a person's address and informs that this is a letter of recommendation.

So after eating, he packed up and went to the ranch, telling Zhao An that he might have to go out.

The progress of the ranch is not slow because there are so many workers.

Fences, bases, raising cattle and sheep, and building sheds are all being carried out, so the pasture is almost the same every day.

Zhao An arrived at the ranch early to supervise the work of the workers and deal with all kinds of chores on the ranch. It could be seen that he likes his current job even more than he runs around with John.

"The fulfilling work environment every day makes me feel very comfortable, and I think this is what life should be like."

This is Zhao An's original words.

John said that it is not difficult to understand that the life of the sewer rats in the past made them afraid that after finishing today's work, there would be no new jobs for the next month. There is no way to send money home to parents.

Maybe even starve for more than a month.

Now, Zhao An manages dozens or hundreds of people here, directing them to work every day, and John basically does not owe the wages of these compatriots.

Zhao An's salary is very high, although it is not as high as Zheng Guotian, and Zheng Guotian is not as high as Kane, Nick, Lambert and other five people.

Because all five of Kane have dividends.

But Zhao An was still very satisfied.

He doesn't have much ambition like Zheng Guotian to try to become John or Kane's confidant, and let him be tied to them for the rest of his life.

For this reason, Zheng Guotian can even do many things that he would never do before, such as using some cruel means to deal with those who break the rules.

Just like the last time a winemaker felt that he had made enough money and wanted to go back to his hometown to enjoy his old age, Zheng Guotian proposed to deal with the master quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

But the Chinese do not think that Zheng Guotian has changed, but feel that this should be the case.

It is normal to be dealt with out of the rules, and Zheng Guotian has never deducted their wages, although it is not him who paid the wages.

But they felt that Zheng Guotian was their own, and that their own people would definitely not be worse to them than John, a foreigner.

On this day, John took the fish he caught last night and gave it to Zhao An to signal them to add a meal, and then said that he needed to go out for a few days, and left him a lot of money.

Let him take a good look at the pasture, although he doesn't think anyone will make trouble, but he should explain everything that should be explained.

After that, he found Nick and told about his itinerary, and Nick happily expressed that he wanted to go to Saint Denis again.

John didn't refuse either. After explaining some things, they walked into the station with the letter of recommendation.

Go to the city of Saint Denis.

When they came to Saint Denis again, it was still two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Do we need to visit Mr. William?"

Nick asked casually after getting off the station.

John thought about it and declined the offer.

"No, he should be busier than us. I want to try the high-end hotel in Saint Denis."

So the two asked casually and came to one of the most luxurious hotels in the commercial center.

St Mary's Hotel.

He also wanted a suite.

Afterwards, the two of them took a shower and changed into decent clothes. The two people's clothes were bought by the hotel staff. The two sets cost 300 US dollars, which is very expensive.

Then John took out two bottles of his own moonshine from his backpack and went to his destination according to the address on the letter.

"It seems to be better than Mr. William's house." Nick said after taking a few glances.

"It's a lot bigger." John nodded in agreement.

Not only a lot bigger, but even a bit arrogant, this kind of manor villa in this area is indeed not affordable for ordinary people.

Seeing John and the two standing at the door, someone stepped forward to ask.

"I'm John Witkey. This is my assistant. We are here to discuss business with Mr. Bronte. I wonder if you can inform me. There is also a letter of recommendation." John politely took out Garrett's Letter of recommendation to the guard.

When the guard saw that the two of them were well-suited and talked well, they walked in with the letter of recommendation without any hesitation.

After about ten minutes, the guard just now came out to open the door for the two and invited them in.

The two followed the guards to the living room, which had a good view, floor-to-ceiling windows, a high-end sofa and a fireplace. The whole room was warm.

After the two of them sat down, the servant served the wine.

Then a middle-aged man in pajamas who seemed to have just come out of the bathroom walked out with a smile on his face.

He also said a language that neither John nor Nick understood, but seeing his smiling face probably meant that he was welcome.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Bronte." John politely got up and then extended his hand to Bronte.

Bronte looks like a very kind middle-aged man, if John knows. Might also think of him as an ordinary friendly rich man.

"Welcome Mr. Witkey? Take the liberty to ask who your father is? Maybe I still know him." Brontë held his hand and laughed.

"Oh, my parents were gone when I was very young. He was just a farmer who liked to farm." John also smiled and briefly introduced his non-existent parents.

"Ah, I'm sorry, just seeing your age, I thought you were a second-generation disciple who likes to come out and do some business and play. Hehe, I'm sorry." Brontë introduced very sincerely.

"It's okay, many people think so, I'm used to it." John returned a polite smile.

"Let's do it." Brontë then invited the two to sit down, and then he picked up a cigar cut by a servant and smoked it.

"The people from Braithwaite said in a letter that you are a bootlegger, and you still want to buy wine here? Take on the job of the beggars in the swamp?" Brontë spoke casually about the people who once worked for him. Cooperate with gang members.

That is, the Morin plunderer who was bloodbathed by Dutch and others.

"Ah, I have such an idea that I came to visit Mr. Bronte today." John didn't have much affection for the beggars Bronte spoke of, but he didn't think about them either.

"Well, how about your wine?" Brontë asked suddenly.

"Yes, I brought two bottles here. If you don't mind, you can taste it. I believe the quality is guaranteed." John said and took out the two bottles of bootleg wine.

When Bronte saw the two bottles of bootleg wine, both packaging and color were quite good, he immediately waved and said, "Oh, no, no, don't open it."

In response, John stopped the action to open.

Then Bronte motioned for the servant to pick them up.

When the servant got it in his hand, Brontë said to the servant in Italian, "Take these two bottles of low-grade drink and dirty things out to the backyard and show the untouchables to see what they say, if they don't vomit or poison. Come back and tell me when you fall in the backyard."

The servant nodded and took the wine out.

At this time, Bronte turned his head to John and said with a smile, "We have professional sommeliers, who will give you the most accurate evaluation of your products. Personally, I don't like this kind of small workshop. , not very used to it. Sorry."

John didn't understand Italian, but it wasn't hard for him to hear the arrogance and disdain in Bronte's words.

But he certainly wouldn't say anything.

"Of course I think for the quality of wine, I still trust my partners very much. What do you say about the sales of these wines?" Brontë still smiled. He responded with the greatest tolerance.

This question, John must have thought about it again, but Garrett didn't mention anything to him in the letter, and he may have been dissatisfied with his use of threatening him to obtain this channel.

"I don't know what the cooperation conditions of the Braithwaite family are? I tried to ask, but the Braithwaite family said everything is based on your words." John complimented some scenes.

And Bronte laughed. He heard these words too much, so much that he didn't realize that it was actually a compliment, but felt that it should be the case.

"Thirty percent of the monthly moonshine sales ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Brontë still said with a smile.

John wasn't overly surprised to hear this number, he thought for a moment and then asked, "And can Mr. Browning be of any help?"

"For example, some sales channels?"

"Channel?" Brontë was surprised, and the accident was a real accident, John couldn't feel his coquettishness.

"Mr. Witkey, who is not young, I will not provide any help in any form or sense. This 30% is just my consent to your right to sell bootleg wine in Saint Denis." Bronte said with a smile that he took it for granted. if.

John didn't have much response to this sentence, but Nick was a little dissatisfied and wanted to say something, and John grabbed his hand one step ahead of him, which made Nick instantly quiet.

"Hehe I like you, young boy, I think you are very smart." Brontë looked at the two's actions and his expression was very interesting.

"Thank you, Mr. Bronte, I think I understand. Thank you, Mr. Bronte, for your generosity. If our products are selling well in Saint Denis, the monthly offering will be delivered to the house on time. Now I think I should go back Thinking about how to sell our bootleg wine in the city." John said his farewell with restraint.

Browning, still smiling, signaled his servant to send the two away.

Walking out of the mansion, Nick asked in confusion.

"John 30% every month without any form of help? We work hard to earn 70% a month? We are just here to send money? My former farmer was not so black, why? I think we are one Shouldn't have come to visit him in the first place."

John couldn't explain anything to him, but planned to take him to visit someone he knew here, the gang with several taverns.

Fire Gang