Chapter 95: Small Talk and the Cost of Politics
Chapter 95 - Small Talk and the Cost of Politics
For the common people, cheap, low-quality whiskey priced under a dollar—ideally under fifty cents—was what they truly needed. But for someone at James’ level, and for the big players he was about to network with, discussing such low-end alcohol was pointless.
High-end spirits were the real currency in their circles.
Arthur nodded proudly. “My first batch was mid-to-high-end whiskey—Gold Label and Deland.”
James glanced at Congressman Williams, who closed his eyes. In James’ mind, the label of “foolish little brother” would never leave Arthur.
Arthur didn’t even understand what should be stockpiled first or second. His profit this time was pure luck. If not for having a capable father who warned him in time about Jingang City’s impending Prohibition, Arthur wouldn’t have made a single cent from alcohol.
But… he was still a Williams.
“Tell me exactly what you have and how much you plan to sell it for,” James instructed. “After that, leave the rest to me. Just wait for the money.”
“Oh, and consult someone about legal ways to avoid taxes. Otherwise, the taxes will kill you.”