The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 156: Changing Rice to Hemp

To be honest, these farmer representatives were shocked by Xiong En's words.

They had thought about this kind of thing, but they didn't expect this guy to say it so bluntly right away.

Xiong En continued, "I won't talk about legal injections. Under legal injections, legal planting is born. The Bazel family knows how profitable this thing is, right? How many hectares of your fields can generate the same income as an apartment?"

The fat white guy said dissatisfiedly: "Xiong En, you have to know that the reason why those people grow hemp to make money is because of the price of legal injection sites. If I remember correctly, you advocated free of charge, right?"

"Of course, but is there any conflict?" Xiong En looked at the farmer. "There are 50 states in the United States. How many places provide legal injections? Even if California makes it free, so what? There is still a large market out there. I heard that soldiers from the Afghan base will bring back some contraband to sell. Are you really not interested in such a business?"

"This is illegal Xiong En."

"That's exactly what I'm doing isn't it? Making it legal."

"I mean, even if it's legal in California, so what? It's not legal in so many states."

"That's why we make money." Xiong En spread his hands. "Otherwise, how can we make money? Think about it, everyone. If I succeed, planting will be legal. No, planting is legal now. I will just expand the production capacity and issue more licenses. You only need to be responsible for production. The rest will be sent out by those drug dealers, and they will be the ones who get caught. It is legal for you to sell things to them in California. What does it have to do with us where they sell the things?"

"Are you really not tempted by this way of making money that is very profitable and does not require you to bear any legal responsibility?"

A farmer sneered: "If you really do this, Washington will not tolerate you."

"They are spoiled with too many things." Xiong En said with a smile: "Mexico has been engaged in planting, right? The money was made by those Mexicans. Don't you feel bad?"

"I don't know what you are worried about." Xiong En looked at them in confusion. "Are you worried that if the investment fails, you might be able to save a little bit of agricultural tax? Don't tell me that the politicians you support are all doing this. If that's the case, then you deserve your assets to be played around by those bastards on Wall Street forever."

"Hey, kid, watch your words."

"Can I get you some dollars if I speak carefully?" Xiong En said, looking at the watch on his wrist. Then he said, "Well, the time is almost up, let me be frank, I need your votes now, so I am willing to do business with you, but if you know me a little, you will know how many people support me now. Next, I will set up a payment point in every city in California, just think about how many people support me."

"I have decided to skip Los Angeles and run directly for the California State Assembly. I may fail, but believe me, even if I fail, you will see how many people support me! By then, it won't be my father who invites you over, but countless people will come to me to discuss this business, right?"

"So think carefully, gentlemen, what do you have to lose? One vote? If that's the case, then I can only say that even the most talented scammers on Wall Street wouldn't dare to come up with such a cost-effective financial product. Because it's too fake."

"And now. This lucrative business is right in front of you." Xiong En stood up and looked at his father: "It's almost time, I have to leave first, father."

Dak was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Of course I went to meet other people. My campaign manager also helped me contact gentlemen from several other places, such as Resno, Tulai, and Mod."

After saying that, Xiong En turned around and left without looking back.

Dak was confused. How could he not know these things? And what places was this bastard talking about?
But after the fat white man saw Xiong En really leave, he thought for a moment and asked, "That kid, you want to talk about Fresno, Tulare and Merced, right? Those guys in the Central Valley."

Dak was stunned, then quickly explained: "Please forgive me, this kid has liked to talk nonsense since he was a child. No, without these people, I will definitely discipline him when I go back."

But Dak said no, these people don't think so.

Although California is a major agricultural continent, agricultural output is actually divided among different regions.

For example, the Central Valley of California is the area that Xiong En mentioned, and the southern desert area also has places like Coachella Valley and Imperial Valley. And these people are farmers from the coastal plains.

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that Xiong En actually left.

They always felt that Xiong En was bluffing, but they didn't dare to bet that he was really bluffing.

Just like Xiong En said, they know how much money that thing makes.

If he really did it.
They may not know the story of two peaches killing three warriors, but they know the competitive relationship in the market.

They also know that where some people are cautious, others are daring.

The wealth is right before your eyes, should you accept it or not?
This is a conspiracy and a conspiracy.

Finally, the fat white guy said, "Mr. Bazel, we have known each other for a long time. I just want to ask a question."

"Sure. Just ask."

"If we give our votes to Little Bazzell, can you guarantee that we can get what he says?"

"Of course." Dak said with a smile, "This is the basis of our cooperation, isn't it? But the premise is that Xiong En must have enough influence. What you have to do is not just vote for him, but to continue to support him, so that he can guarantee the interests of all of us." "Everyone knows what the Bazel family used to do. We cooperated with your family when we were selling bootleg liquor, didn't we? So, in this matter, I thought of you first. The bill for legal injection sites in California can be passed, and free is just a cover for Xiong En. Larger-scale legal cultivation and making more money are the goals of the Bazel family."

"So, you don't have to worry that Xiong En will forget what he said after he takes the stage. The Bazel family is not short of money, but they will never complain about having too much money."

The representatives looked at each other. Then they suddenly raised their glasses: "Cheers to our friendship, Mr. Bazel."

Xiu Nuo was watching a talk show when the door was pushed open: "Xiu! Do you know what you are doing?"

Xiu Nuo said without even turning his head: "Calm down, Kofi, find a place to sit down. In addition to rap, black people are also so talented in talk shows."

"Bullshit, that's because white comedians can't tell nigger jokes! They can tell nigger jokes! And you can laugh. That's their biggest fucking advantage!"

After saying this, Kofi sat down opposite Xiunuo: "I'm not here to discuss Xiu's talk show with you. I mean, are you sure you want to let that guy do this?"

Xiu Nuo was a little curious: "Why? Isn't community of interests the best way to win votes?"

Coffey took a deep breath and said, "Guess why this profitable business has always been grown in Mexico!"

"What do you mean?"

"There was once a drug enforcement officer who went all the way from America to Mexico in order to thoroughly investigate the source of contraband. But what was the result? He found traces of the CIA among the drug dealers in Mexico. Do you know what this means, Xiu?"

Without waiting for Xiunuo to answer, Kofi said, "This means that contraband is more than just contraband! It represents too many interests! You can scold it, investigate it, ban it, but you can't shake its foundation! It is a means for a group of people who are not short of money to throw a group of poor people into the oil refinery to blast out the last drop of oil!"

"So, you think I'm shaking the foundation of this thing?"

"Of course!" Coffey gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you don't do anything, believe me, based on my understanding of those guys, someone will come to negotiate with Xiong En soon. There is no problem with the government's free supply. Even for people outside California, this is a great idea! Because even if the government provides free supplies, there is still demand for supply and procurement is required."

"There is nothing better than the government paying for it. They will even provide Xiong En with enough political donations to help him realize this great dream."

"But now, Xiu, look at what you have done?"

"You want to make Xiong En, who seems to be the one making the big cake for them, into the one who divides their cake! Do you know how dangerous this will be?"

When Xiunuo heard this, he laughed.

Kofi was confused: "What's so funny about this, Xiu?"

Xiunuo shook his head: "No, no, no, I'm not laughing at this, but you, Kofi, really. When you just barged in, I thought you had a change of heart."

"Conscience? I said I didn't know what it was. And why would you think so of me?"

"Changing from rice to hemp, I thought you were against this."

"Yes, that's what I'm against."

"Well, Coffey, my focus is obviously different, but I can tell you, don't worry."

"How can I feel assured? Can you at least give me a reason, Xiu?"

Xiu Nuo laughed: "If you want to prevent others from sharing the cake, you must have a way to protect the cake in your hand. But that's not the case now. First, except for us, no one knows what Xiong En is going to do next, not even himself."

"Those people will only realize at the last minute that Xiong En is here to share the cake."

"Second, is this the first time Xiong En has touched someone else's cake? The first cake he touched was the cake of the drug dealers in Los Angeles, right? But what was the result? Tell me, Kofi, what is the fate of these drug dealers now?"

Seeing Kofi stunned, Xiuno continued: "Some of them died, some were arrested, and some hid."

Coffey shook his head: "Those guys are no match for these drug dealers."

"But they are also human beings." Xiu Nuo said faintly; "So, don't worry about Coffey. Los Angeles is a civilized place, it is an international metropolis. How could someone commit suicide for no apparent reason? Patch, who exposed the laboratory, is alive and well."

Xiunuo stood up and patted Kofi on the shoulder: "So, this is not something you need to worry about, old man. God bless America, right? God will bless good people like Xiong En."

"Maybe this kid is doing this with the idea of ​​using trauma therapy to stop drugs?"

(End of this chapter)