Arenas is a moonshiner who has a reputation in Dallas and has befriended many of the city's tavern owners.

However, I have not been lucky lately, and last month I ran into the police while carrying alcohol on the road, and unfortunately the goods were not only confiscated, but also had to pay $300 to make a deal with the "selfless" police.

He walked into Fat Jack's Tavern, the owner was not there, he asked the bartender for a glass of rum, sat down at the bar, and took a sip.

"Well, this wine tastes very authentic, and my lost shipment tastes like this."

Arenas said coldly to the bartender, "Irish, did you say?" ”

The bartender, an Irishman, glanced at Arenas with some sarcasm, not taking Arenas's threat to heart, and seemed to understand Arenas's thoughts: "The sheriff has become a regular in our tavern lately, and you are right, Jack has made friends with him."

"Damn it! Jack, this bastard! ”

Arenas scolded in a low voice, looking at the way he gritted his teeth, he probably understood that even if the sheriff did not collude with Jack, he could not change the fact that the wine he had been "robbed" by the police was resold in this tavern.

Fat Jack's character, Arenas knows too well, as long as it is good, he doesn't care where the goods come from. Now that he is cooperating with the sheriff, could it be that the last time he met the police, he had something to do with him?

The more Arenas thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still, and he wanted to find Jack's theory.

Unlike the sturdy Arenas, Fat Jack, as the name suggests, is a veritable "earthy round" who walks like a rolling ball of meat. Very interesting.

Don't look at his cute appearance. In fact, he is a ruthless character. In order to make a fortune, he ran from Chicago to Texas to dig for oil, and he was a cunning "wild cat" who often went to other people's land to dig oil and made a lot of money.

Until one day, he received news that the East Texas forest field was rich in oil, so he hurried over and "kindly" helped the landowner to explore. It turned out that he really discovered the oil field.

It was a wonderful night, and we celebrated in the wilderness, thinking that this time we were going to make a fortune, and we had to secretly extract the oil and sell it while the owner didn't know it.

Of course, the best way to do this is to buy the land from the landowner and legally take possession of the wealth.

Everyone goes to sleep with dreams in the hope of waking up and becoming millionaires.

In the middle of the night, Jack woke up with urine and came out to pee. Suddenly, we found a group of men in black, and the Grim Reaper who had emerged from hell had broken into our camp. Then there was a scream of nothingness—

You can see that those guys are very skilled.

Jack hid in the grass and did not say a word until the next day, when dawn came, when the men in black had gone, he came out in fear, glanced at the ruined camp in a panic, and hurried out of East Texas.

came to Dallas, opened a tavern, started a wine business "openly", met a group of wine and meat friends, got out of outdoor activities, and the original short body slowly swelled into a lovely fat round.

He had never told anyone about it, and there had never been a rumor of an oil field in East Texas, and the bodies buried in the ground were probably already decomposed into mud, and no one knew that such people had been there!

Now the past is recalled, because of the newspaper in his hand - the discovery of a large oil field in East Texas! Occidental Petroleum announced that it will join forces with Chevron Oil Company to jointly develop the East Texas oil field.

It turned out to be them!

No wonder......

These people are horrible!

In the West, the legend of "Rockefeller" is still passed down by oil merchants, and the story of the Rockefeller Bodyguard massacring the Colorado miners has been passed down by word of mouth.

However, Fat Jack thought in his heart that the people he had met were even more terrifying than Rockefeller!

In Texas, it was not the Rockefeller who was the strongest, but Occidental Petroleum and Chevrolet.

Although they have always kept a low profile and have no bad reputation, the timing of the announcement of the East Texas oil field more or less confirmed Fat Jack's speculation.

The story of the feud between the old Rockefeller and the owner of the eastern oil field is about to play out in Texas!

Fat Jack thought to himself, the past few years have been peaceful, and now he is in the moonshine business, which shows that he was right not to hype up the East East Texas oil field at the beginning.

Otherwise, if the layout of the big man is broken, those black-clothed people with great powers will also hunt him down!

Texas, California, the southern oil states, and even Wall Street in New York are talking about the big East Texas oil fields.

Dallas's Fat Jack Tavern is no exception, but the drinkers here don't talk about how much the East Texas oil fields mean to the American oil industry and the American economy like the big New York guys.

The most intuitive feeling of the countrymen in Dallas who shoveled cow dung is still envy and curse.

Dallas is an oil powerhouse, with many small and medium-sized oil companies and self-employed individuals, and oil prices have plummeted during the recession, and oil prices in Texas have fallen below a dollar per barrel and are still falling.

The emergence of super oil fields is even more of a bomb, blowing up those small oil companies and individual oil businessmen to pieces.

"The price of crude oil has reached 50 cents a barrel, and the big oil companies are not going to give us a way to live."

A small oil merchant who has drunk angrily smashes his wine glass, which resonates with everyone.

When Jack walked into the tavern, he happened to see the wine glass smashed on the ground, and when he saw the drunkard with a red face and a thick neck, he frowned and glanced at the door.

Soon, the drunk was thrown out into the street, still shouting: "Don't think, big companies don't want to buy my oil field......"

Fat Jack shook his head, poor fellow, but in his dying throes.

With oil prices so low, I don't know how many small and medium-sized oil businessmen will go bankrupt and be forced to sell their oil fields, and they will be swallowed up by big oil companies.

Fat Jack ignored the trouble of others, and trouble found him.

"Boss, Arenas is here!" The Irish bartender reminded.

Fat Jack walked into the office and saw that Arenas had a bad face.

"Jack, why didn't you tell me you and the sheriff were good friends?" Arenas squinted. Greeted with a smile. Stared at Jack. The eyes are a little cold.

"Damn, I knew you hapless guy was going to find me." Fat Jack's face was calm, and he complained a little, there was no guilt on his face, and there was no surprise that the other party would find him.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Arenas reminded.

"The sheriff worked in Chicago, and he had a lot of friends, and I had a lot of friends, and there were a lot of things I could hide from him in this town. But not including your competitors, who will be kind enough to give our sheriff a hint. ”

Fat Jack sat down slowly, poured two glasses of wine, one for Arenas, took a sip of his own wine, and at the mention of the sheriff, he smiled, "It seems that the sheriff brought the Chicago experience to Dallas, this time as a warning, but also a friendly greeting, it depends on whether he is willing to be his partner." ”

"Partner?" Arenas shook his head. He didn't trust the police, especially those who had mixed up in Chicago. Who knows if he'll swallow himself?

However, if you can't be a friend of the sheriff, and the sheriff and competitors join forces to suppress him, the business will be difficult to do in the future.

"Believe it or not, I'm just helping to get a word out. Whether it's your goods or someone else's, I'm all welcome. ”

Fat Jack Road.

Arenas did not say whether the police and the people cooperated, and the reason why the sheriff valued himself was nothing more than because he had some connections on the West Coast, and he could buy high-quality and cheap wine from the Chinese, and the powerful Chinese could also transport goods to the Gulf of Mexico. This is a valuable connection, Arenas doesn't want to share casually.

Suddenly, he asked again, "Didn't you really report the news?" ”

After speaking, he looked at Fat Jack scrutinically.

"What do you say?" Fat Jack rolled his eyes back and looked directly into Arenas's gaze, but Arenas's pretended ferocity had no effect on him at all, and was basically ignored.

Arenas couldn't tell if Fat Jack was lying, if it weren't for Fat Jack's good acting skills, he wouldn't have shown any weakness at all; Or it has nothing to do with him.

However, apart from Fat Jack, who knew that he was going to ship that day?

Arenas couldn't believe that it was a coincidence that he met the police that day.

What made him even more angry was that he was a drag racing master, and he was actually forced to stop on the road by a police car.

People, safe and sound, face, big shame!

Now that the sheriff is eyeing him, the sheriff's attitude is also ambiguous, and he is clearly not a decent person, oh, are there any good people in the American police?

There may be some fools with a small probability, but good cops also take money!

Arenas complained in his heart, and he decided to try again.

"Since it was an accident last time, then I have to see if the police have the ability to catch me again. Catch me and talk about it. Remember, it's a game! ”

With that, Arenas was gone.

After Arenas left, Fat Jack picked up the phone and called the sheriff, "He hasn't given in yet, but he wants to play another game with you." ”

"F/UC/K! Who does he think he is?"

The sheriff scolded on the phone, and was very dissatisfied with Arenas's ignorance, wasn't it said that he had something to do with a certain congressman?

Well, if it weren't for the rumors, I wouldn't have let that guy go so easily last time.

Venting his anger, the sheriff calmed down and asked in a deep voice, "How does he want to play?" ”

"Catch him again!"

“F/UC/K!”

The sheriff's suppressed anger rose again, "Good! Catch him and see if I don't skin him! ”

"This is Dallas, Texas. Sheriff! If you don't want to be shot, it's best to be less angry. ”

Fat Jack reminds the sheriff not to be so impulsive, isn't the other party just a person?

Everyone comes out to mingle and ask for money, and your dignified sheriff is much more valuable than those cowboys......

"Enough, I don't need you to warn me, I know what to do." The sheriff interrupted.

Long-winded!

The sheriff put down the phone, cursed, and swore that he must catch the bastard and give him some color, otherwise there is no guarantee that the bastard will be obedient in the cooperative business.

Fat Jack choked up, and he was not happy.

Put down the phone and evaluate the sheriff as a "greedy and ignorant villain!" ”

Soon, his attention turned to the oil companies, Occidental Petroleum. Where did you come from?

That's right. I think I heard it from the sheriff last time. This company also lays the Gulf of Mexico to Chicago oil pipeline, and the oil and gas they produce are not regulated by the Petroleum Railroad Transportation Commission, which is terrible!

Walking out of the office and going to the tavern to make a round, there are a lot more customers at the bar, some of them still know each other, and there may be some stories that have to be told among the guests, such as a policeman sitting in the corner. He fearlessly looked at a shirtless tattooed guy at the table next to him, well, he had just come out of prison, so he was very unhappy to see the police.

Fat Jack greeted his acquaintances, smiled and exchanged pleasantries, and then listened to them grumble.

There are more and more small oil merchants complaining about being bullied by big oil companies, and the business of the tavern is getting better and better.

"Irish, another bottle of Louie,...... Accounting first...... "A guy who was blushing from drinking hiccuped......

The Irish bartender asked Fat Jack with his gaze, and Fat Jack frowned. Recently, there have been a lot more "rich guys" who keep accounts. Even though some of them were still peers who had met in the early years looking for oil outside, Fat Jack still shook his head. Don't look at this drunkard boasting that he has an oil well, but he already owes a lot of money for alcohol, and Fat Jack's patience has reached the limit early.

Wave his hand in disgust: "Throw this damn guy out!" Sober up well. ”

……

Arenas found an expert to modify the car, and last time it wasn't for the GM broken car that couldn't outrun the strip car, why was he forced to stop on the road?

Introduced by a friend, he went to the auto repair shop in Houston, found a middle-aged uncle with a sloppy beard, saw the masterpiece of the connoisseur in front of him, and circled around a car with a black shell in front of him.

"It looks ordinary, it's no different from a Ford Model T." Arenas said dismissively.

The middle-aged uncle glared angrily, glared at Arenas with an expression of "you don't know the goods", opened the car cover, and said excitedly: "Don't look at the appearance of the inconspicuous, but Lincoln is a genuine car, V8 engine, displacement 2.5L, and it can easily soar to 100 yards."

Chrysler chassis to ensure that you don't float up when racing......"

As he spoke, he stroked the smooth body, his face was intoxicated, and he felt that he had touched his loved ones: "Man, she's so reliable and fast, like an angry hair...... More than enough to deal with the strips! ”

"Dealing with the strips, I like this statement!"

Arenas nodded in satisfaction, and after saying so much, he still liked the high-powered muscular car.

Arenas couldn't wait to open the car door, started the car as soon as he got in, and came back with a try.

The guy was right, he immediately liked the car.

"I know you guys, and I like what you do."

As he spoke, the middle-aged uncle lit up the wine bottle in his hand, the wine bottle was pitch black, and the appearance was covered with oil stains, and others would not think of wine at first glance.

Exposed as a bootlegger, Arenas just smiled, this drunken engineer specializes in helping moonshiners modify cars, otherwise he wouldn't have found him.

Like his peers, Arenas also likes to put on a low-key "cheap" shell for modified cars, and the Ford Model A shell is a common choice.

Arenas happily paid and drove away in a powerful car, with the words of the drunken engineer ringing in his ears: "I specially installed a turbocharger for you, this is an artifact on an airplane, and I finally got a masterpiece from Cummins Lincoln in Long Beach, which guarantees that you can drive a car like an airplane at a critical moment." ”

"Come on, slivers!"

Arenas couldn't wait to think that while he might eventually become a partner with the proud sheriff, he wanted to tease the strip anyway.

In Texas, in California, in the vast West, moonshiners and cops are common in road racing, a typical game of cat and mouse.

For several days, on the highway of Houston to Dallas, a yellow-painted car was running, two police cars were chasing after him, and the police officer was staring at the yellow figure in front of him, he wanted to catch the arrogant moonshiner in front of him and improve his life.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the yellow car suddenly accelerated, shook off the police car and drove away, disappearing at the end of the road.

"Damn!

I'm going to smash that bastard if I catch him! ”

The policeman braked, slammed his fist on the steering wheel, and looked angry.

He exhaled, got out of the car, leaned against the door and smoked a cigarette, this is the first time he has been molested?

After a while, he drove back in despair.

"Let him escape!"

The police report to the sheriff that the sheriff has given him a special task and that he has messed up. However, if you want to upgrade the configuration of the police car, it is impossible.

The sheriff was really a little disappointed, nodded lightly, and then shifted his gaze to look out the window, and his mind drifted to other places.

Recently, moonshiners have been rampant, their cars have been modified, and I don't know that the bastard engineer used the turbocharging technology of the plane on the modified cars of the moonshiners as soon as he opened his brain, and those drag racers were even more unscrupulous, and they used it to amuse the police.

On the highway these days, police cars generally can't stop those who are bold.

"Irish, a glass of whiskey!"

Arenas came to Fat Jack's Tavern again, had just finished unloading and hiding the wine on a remote farm in the suburbs, no, he wanted to talk to Fat Jack's client.

He teased the policeman today, and he was happy when he thought of the angry appearance of the police car.

"Dude, you're looking good for a new car!"

Fat Jack came over to greet him, meaning something.

Took the initiative to walk over to Arenas and sat down, the wine in the warehouse was almost sold out, if there was no alcohol, the reputation of the tavern would be ruined, who knows what can happen to those who have failed in business and have no alcohol to kill their worries?

Fat Jack was a little anxious, and he couldn't help but be enthusiastic when he saw Arenas's attitude.

He knew that Arenas had just arrived with a batch of good goods, a lot of good goods.

The two of them arrive at Fat Jack's office, and as soon as they sit down, Arenas upsets Fat Jack.

"The price is increased by 20%, why don't you grab it?" Fat Jack looked at Arenas angrily.

"Originally, I planned to increase the price by 30%. You know, the strips are coming to us like crazy, this business is not easy to do, and the risk is too great. And some, equipment upgrades, also cost a lot of money. ”

Arenas said slowly, looking at Fat Jack, a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

This time, he ate Fat Jack.

"Why don't you go and see somewhere else?"

After a while, Fat Jack didn't compromise, and Arenas suddenly stood up and wanted to leave.

"Deal!"

"Deal!"

Fat Jack was a little heartbroken after being slaughtered, and he glanced at Arenas, he didn't expect him to turn the situation around so quickly, and he still had the opportunity to agree to the moonshine business in Dallas, and he had to admire him.

"We're going to have a good talk." The sheriff will come over later. ”

"It's time to talk!" Arenas smiled and nodded.

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ps: I haven't had much time to write lately, it's intermittent, and I feel like I'm going to see an old Chinese medicine doctor - prostatitis. (To be continued.) )