The cold rain in Wenster kept falling.
For several consecutive days.
It was as if all the rainwater was to be poured out in these few days.
But the rain couldn't stop the flourishing bootlegging business, as the illegal alcohol spread like the rain itself.
This morning, Virel got up very early.
Because the second batch of illegal alcohol was freshly produced yesterday, unlike the last time, with the help of the Sea God swallowing a large batch of goods, even after distributing to various casinos, hotels, underground bars, and brothels, there was still a substantial surplus.
In this era, having surplus wine is a crime, equivalent to letting gold rot underground.
So Ethan used the connections of Sandro's partners to find a channel to the neighboring city, selling the surplus wine to them at twice the current market price.
Of course, afterwards, the money would definitely be split fifty-fifty, with a share given to Sandro.
Ethan understands well that everyone should profit.
