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Chapter 93: The moonshine Brothers
Arthur, standing nearby, rolled his eyes and instantly understood what Johnny was implying.
Although he harbored doubts about why the Gang needed to brew alcohol, he kept a straight face, quickly stepped forward, and, with a wide smile, began to persuade them:
"Oh, Johnny, don't be in such a hurry! Isn't our Gang currently short of people who know how to brew alcohol?
Look at these two right here—aren't they the perfect candidates ready-made!"
As he spoke, Arthur desperately winked and signaled to the two men, urging them to quickly agree with him.
The two men were also quite clever; they immediately understood Arthur's intentions and hastily nodded in agreement, indicating their willingness to serve the Gang wholeheartedly.
Seeing this, Johnny slowly reset the hammer of the pistol in his hand, then smoothly holstered the gun back onto his waist.
Next, he put on a serious expression and spoke solemnly:
"Actually, I have always been a kind-hearted person who gets along well with others, and I hate forcing people to do things they don't want to.
Therefore, you now have two choices before you."
Pausing here intentionally, Johnny's gaze swept over the two men like a torch before he continued:
"First, we will be responsible for providing all the raw materials for brewing and finding suitable buyers to complete the final sales process.
At the same time, we will also ensure your personal safety.
However, under this model, we are merely in a cooperative relationship; the compensation you receive will only be a basic salary plus a certain percentage of employee dividends.
Of course, if you unfortunately encounter any sudden situations or accidents, we will definitely give you enough time to escape and get away, and we absolutely won't easily turn you in!"
"Second, if you are willing to join our Gang, from now on we will be an inseparable family, sharing weal and woe!
The benefits you receive will not only include those previously mentioned, but more importantly, you will become one of the shareholders in all of the Gang's businesses and enjoy generous dividends!
However..." Stopping slightly here, Johnny showed a trace of solemnity on his face before slowly continuing:
"Everyone knows that high returns often come with high risks. To be honest with you, quite a few of us are major criminals wanted by the police.
If, after deciding to join our family, you are unfortunately targeted and identified by the relentless Pinkerton Detectives, the consequences will be far more severe than just being locked up for a few years for selling moonshine!"
Before he finished speaking, Johnny walked unhurriedly towards the fireplace and gently took down the double-barreled shotgun placed above it.
His movements were skilled and elegant, as if the object in his hand was not a deadly weapon but an infinitely precious work of art.
Afterwards, he casually picked up a clean rag, applied a little gun oil, and began meticulously wiping the firearm.
Throughout the entire process, he maintained an inscrutable sense of calm and composure.
The two men squatting nearby heard these words and instantly looked at each other, momentarily unsure how to respond.
They began whispering nervously; although their voices were low, fragments of their conversation could still be faintly heard.
Judging by the bursts of fierce gunfire heard from outside earlier, the marksmanship of these guys was clearly extraordinary.
Moreover, they knew perfectly well—privately manufacturing and selling moonshine was inherently a serious illegal activity.
If they were truly caught red-handed by the police, they would likely face at least five years in prison, perhaps even longer!
Just as the two were deep in heated debate, the slightly older brother suddenly glimpsed that the gun in Johnny's hand was almost finished being wiped clean, looking ready to be loaded and fired at any moment.
In an instant, an immense pressure surged into his heart, making him feel breathless.
Finally, after a painful struggle deep within, the older brother gritted his teeth, stomped his foot decisively, and suddenly stood up as if having made a certain resolution, taking a deep breath and shouting:
"We agree to join you, but you must uphold what you promised earlier!"
Johnny turned and aimed the unloaded shotgun at the two men, then said:
"One more thing: you must first come back with me and prove your capabilities to our Boss. If you are just putting on a show, then what I said earlier won't count."
"We don't let strangers who know the location of our camp walk away."
After speaking, Johnny slung the double-barreled shotgun over his back and walked out the door.
When working with Arthur, this was one thing he didn't have to worry about. If it had been John instead, he probably would have just stood by silently, watching to see if Johnny was going to shoot.
At this moment, everything outside looked as if the land had been scraped clean; there was nothing left except for some corpses dressed in close-fitting underwear.
Kieran and John were diligently placing the guns collected by everyone on the ground onto the wagon carrying the brewing machine that Johnny had mentioned earlier.
Oliver, with his sharp eyes, spotted a few people walking out of the house. Without saying a word, he signaled his Bodyguards nearby to take action and swiftly move all the supplies out of the house.
Next, he unhurriedly pulled a finely crafted business card from his exquisite leather wallet, smiled, handed it to Johnny, and said:
"My dear friend, I am about to head off to my next destination! Soon, I will transform into the next famous Robin Hood!
See, my contact information is clearly written on this card.
If you need to find me, you must send a letter in advance, as I am not in the office most of the time."
After saying this, as if suddenly remembering something important, he quickly added:
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the good news: your company has been successfully registered! However, there is one last small formality that needs to be completed.
You just need to mail the company's detailed address, name, and a handsome photo of yourself to the Federation.
As for the specific mailing address, it's written on the back of my business card."
After explaining all this, Oliver smiled broadly, waved goodbye to Johnny, and muttered:
"Bye-bye, Mr. Van der Linde! Mr. Callahan! I will certainly miss you both!"
Before his voice faded, he turned and ducked into the wooden house, starting a nearly frantic stripping-the-land journey alongside the Bodyguards.
Arthur, watching all this, instantly understood the Gang's upcoming plan.
However, he was not in a hurry to ask for details; he merely urged the two brothers to quickly drive the wagon and prepare to depart.
Just like that, the six people set off together on the road back to the camp.