Chapter 95: Sean Joins
On the other side, Dutch stood with his arms crossed, a faint smile on his lips, watching the two brothers bustle about with great interest.
His sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the machine being assembled, looking directly at a future of inexhaustible wealth.
Just then, Arthur rushed into his tent, bending down and rummaging through his things in a flurry.
After a moment, he finally straightened up, gripping a box tightly in his hand, and strode toward Dutch.
"Dutch!" Arthur shouted, panting heavily. "This is... uh... this is a bottle of wine given to me by that rich kid."
"I thought you and Hosea should have a taste." As he spoke, he handed the box to Dutch.
Dutch turned around at the sound, and when his eyes fell on the carved wooden box in Arthur's hand, his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.
The box was exquisitely crafted, carved with intricate and gorgeous patterns. If one didn't open it to look, an uninformed person might truly mistake it for some rare treasure.
"Arthur, my boy, it's kind of you to have this thought. But it's just a bottle of wine; is such elaborate packaging necessary?"
Dutch shook his head with a smile, but still reached out to take the box.
Seeing this, a sly smile appeared on Arthur's face. He cleared his throat and began to talk incessantly to Dutch about the wine's origin and its staggering price.
As the startling figure of twenty-five dollars kept popping out of Arthur's mouth, Dutch's originally calm expression gradually turned to surprise, clearly taken aback by Arthur's words.
Meanwhile, Johnny, inside the tent, wasn't paying attention to what was happening outside.
At this moment, his brow was furrowed as he concentrated on thinking about the subsequent plans:
Regarding company registration, the issuance of prestige bounty certificates, raw materials for moonshine, and the supply of bottles.
After some careful consideration, Johnny realized that to solve these problems, he might have to make a trip to Saint Denis or Rhodes himself.
"Johnny, oh, remember me?" Sean said with a beaming smile, one so sweet it looked like honey could be squeezed from it.
He cautiously poked half his body into the tent, his eyes flickering uncertainly, appearing a bit guilty yet carrying a hint of expectation.
Johnny didn't even bother to look up; just by that unique voice, he already knew who it was.
After all, in the entire Gang, who else could be so arrogant besides that foul-mouthed Irishman—Sean?
"Oh? Isn't this the Irish Hound? What, did you come here today looking for some food to fill your belly?"
Johnny's tone was full of teasing, but his hands remained busy dismantling some of the guns they had just seized.
Hearing this, the smile on Sean's face froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He hurried to the workbench and plopped down on a slightly worn-out chair nearby.
Leaning forward, he spoke impatiently, "Johnny, stop teasing me! I've come to find you with total sincerity!"
"I really can't stand staying in camp every day with that damn cultist Swanson!"
"Listening to him drone on about those mystical things every day, my ears are about to get calluses!"
"Or going with Lenny to find some trivial work, and finally accompanying him to that damn saloon for some damn hot coffee!"
"This really doesn't suit my status! I should be with people like you and Arthur, earning endless cash for the Gang every day and enjoying the envious looks of others!"
"So, please let me join your next operation. I promise I'll perform well and definitely won't hold everyone back!"
Johnny didn't reply, just silently pondered.
"Come on! You even accepted that Odriscoll, Kieran, so why refuse me?"
"Shut up! Kieran is one of us now. Stop bringing up his past, okay?"
Johnny replied angrily.
Seeing the other party so angry, Sean immediately ended that topic and focused on how much he wanted to make a name for himself.
Johnny knew Sean's inner thoughts, so he said earnestly:
"I can agree, but before that, there's something I must solemnly warn you about."
"In our Gang, it's normal for there to be occasional friction between the men; after all, everyone is full of vigor."
"However, regarding Karen, you'd better listen up! If you truly like her, then show your love for her openly and fearlessly;"
"But if you don't have feelings for her, then please make it clear. Don't drag it out and waste her time."
"If I find out you dare to toy with the pure emotions of these girls, hmph! I'll definitely make you regret joining this Gang!"
After hearing these stern words, Sean nodded hurriedly, promising to keep them in mind.
His originally tense face instantly broke into a jubilant smile, as if he could already see the life after making money.
Immediately after, he turned and left excitedly, his steps as light as if a tigress were chasing him.
Watching Sean's departing back, Johnny shook his head helplessly, sighing inwardly:
"How can this kid be so thick-headed? I made it so clear just now, but looking at him, he obviously didn't take that last key warning seriously at all!"
"It's really both irritating and funny. But since that's the case, it seems I have to think of another plan to protect little sister Karen's love..." On the other side, Hosea was also bewildered when he saw the smoke rising from the camp.
"What kind of stew is Pearson making that produces so much smoke?"
With a face full of curiosity, Hosea rode Silver Dollar slowly toward the camp.
He saw two strangers bustling about, as if even the slightest adjustment could cause a huge change in the flavor of the moonshine.
Nearby, Dutch and Arthur stood beside them, smoking and chatting cheerfully, occasionally looking at the machine with curiosity.
Seeing Hosea return, Dutch immediately went up and gave him a warm hug, while Arthur, with a smile, took out his notebook and began to record the beauty of this moment.
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