Montreal, Canada, Seagram Group Headquarters.

"Tell me." 55-year-old Edgar Mills Bronfman sat on a large office chair and looked at the man in front of him.

(Old Bronfman’s son is also named Edgar Bronfman, and is called Little Bronfman by the international community)

"The wine sold underground in New Jersey was determined to be fake. The day before yesterday, Sean established a Sean Liquor Company and formalized the company." George said in a low voice.

George was a staff member sent by Seagram Liquor Company to New Jersey to investigate the wines. During the secret investigation stage, many people under his command died. After that, he ran back to New York and did not dare to continue the investigation.

After the Elephant Party publicly investigated the Jonas family for smuggling alcohol, George immediately used his connections to pay close attention and returned to Montreal as soon as he got the news.

"Huh, it's true!" Old Bronfman snorted with an ugly face.

The Bronfman family is the earliest Jewish Russian. E. Bronfman immigrated to Canada in 1889. Due to the explosive development of the smuggled alcohol market after the United States promulgated Prohibition, in 1924, E. Bronfman’s son Samuel Brown

Furman established a brewing company in Montreal, contacted the Mafia across the United States, and began smuggling alcohol into the United States.

Afterwards, with a gun in one hand and alcohol in the other, the family assets began to grow explosively. In 1928, Seagrams of Ontario was annexed and officially changed its name, becoming a legal company.

It cannot be said that Sean imitated the Bronfman family's fortune...

All I can say is the same thing!

Well, early stage!

Everyone is a legitimate businessman.

All have a bright future!

At present, Seagram Winery, under the leadership of Old Bronfman, has become one of the world's largest liquor groups. Not only does it have its own brand, but its smuggling channels throughout the United States have transformed into the largest sales network in North America.

At the same time, due to historical reasons, the relationship with the Mafia families across North America has not been severed. Most of the Mafia smuggling alcohol in various places use Seagram's channels.

Smuggling alcohol evades huge tariffs, which in itself has little impact on Seagram's interests.

But a few months after Sean took control of New Jersey, the Seagram Group discovered that New Jersey had never taken goods from them, but there was always smuggled alcohol in New Jersey.

"Chairman, do you still need to continue the investigation?" George saw that the old Bronfman had not spoken for a long time, and then he asked.

"No need for the moment, you go down." Old Bronfman put down the information in his hand and said calmly.

George silently exited and closed the door. Old Bronfman looked at his son, "What do you think we should do?"

"Of course we have to find that guy's counterfeiting factory and take him to court." Little Bronfman said angrily: "We can't just let it go. Huh, if we don't do anything, those guys will just think that we are Bronfman."

The Furman family is afraid that if everyone makes fake wine, it will definitely have a devastating blow to the entire wine market."

"How to find his counterfeiting factory?"

"As long as you do it, it will leave traces. Those people below are very poor at doing things." Little Bronfman curled his lips, "You can definitely tell it from the mouths of those gangs. If one or two cannot do it, then find ten.

Twenty gangs, a group of gang members, are there any people with high moral character? I heard that there are more than 200 gangs in New Jersey. With so many gangs, it is impossible for everyone to be willing to keep the secret. There must be someone who is willing to tell."

"By bringing together multiple shipping information, we can naturally find out where the initial point is. As long as we are willing to spend money, we can definitely find it. If it is not convenient for us to take action, we can ask a private detective to investigate."

Although the young Bronfman is a little arrogant, as the third generation of the Bronfman family, his knowledge and level are really not bad.

Old Bronfman nodded and investigated according to this method. It can indeed be found, but...

"No need to investigate. The factory was in Passaic and has been demolished. Sean is building a new factory in Newark."

"Tear it down, tear it apart?" Little Bronfman opened his mouth in shock, his eyes widened, "No way, he really gave up on counterfeiting and started to develop his own brand, right?"

If others don't know, how can he know that although the wine industry is highly profitable, how difficult is it to do it?

So many wineries in Europe that have been in business for more than a hundred years are almost out of business. As a layman, he is looking for death if he wants to get involved in the red wine business!

"impossible!"

"After eating big fish and big meat, no one can leave the meat at hand and starve!" Little Bronfman shook his head like a rattle.

He didn't believe that Sean could withstand the temptation and suffering of easily earning tens of millions a year without picking up, and working hard to create a brand that he didn't know whether it would succeed.

Historical experience told him that it would be impossible for normal people to endure it.

"I don't know if he can bear it..." Old Bronfman squinted and shook his head. During the Prohibition period, Seagram Liquor Industry grew at a jaw-dropping speed. After the Prohibition was lifted, they worked ten times harder.

They can't make as much money as they originally did, and the Bronfman family is also very uncomfortable with it.

It was an extremely difficult time.

"What should we do now, just let him go?" Little Bronfman asked with an ugly face.

"It's not that easy to move him." Old Bronfman shook his head. "Not to mention his influence in New Jersey, let's talk about Rockefeller's background. As long as he doesn't do it now, there is nothing we can do."

"Damn, shameless thief, robber, Rockefeller has really fallen, ha!" Little Bronfman cursed for a while through gritted teeth.

He completely forgot that this was how his family developed back then.

What? Seagram is involved in smuggling?

We just sold the wine. How those people operate after that has nothing to do with me, Seagram!

People are always forgetful.

…

Shawn Liquor was quietly established and up and running without causing any ripples.

At least among New Jersey's high society, Sean and the Elephant Party's mutual revenge was well known.

It was only now that the secrets that puzzled Sean about why he made a fortune so quickly in his early days were revealed.

It turns out that they are making "fake wine", and the profits are terrifying.

While they envy and hate how easy it is for Sean to make a fortune, most people also lament that Sean is "willing to give up".

To decisively cut off the easy profits of tens of millions a year and start a "regular winery", this kind of courage is really not something ordinary people can have.

That is tens of millions a year, wealth that many families cannot earn for generations.

Yes, in the eyes of everyone, the 'Shawn Winery' which is still under construction is a 'regular winery'. After all, it is openly blended, sold openly, has a regular brand, and pays taxes legally, so why is it not a regular winery.

Although those underground bars still took the goods from Sean, went back and filled them into the original bottles and became 'fake wine' again, but the illegal behavior changed from Sean to the gangs, and if there was another problem, they would not be able to find it no matter what.

It's Sean's fault.

Of course, the losses are indeed huge.

And as the news slowly spreads, the sales of these "mid-to-high-end" drinks will inevitably be greatly affected.

However, Sean is not worried about this.

After the public sale, some people in other states will also buy these "branded wines", bottle them and sell them in bits and pieces, and the sales volume may not necessarily decrease.

Although the price is not lower than that of smuggled products, it is better in safety.

It's too scattered and there's no way to check it.

State Court, today is the time to hear the Santos case.

The court was full of people, there were no reporters, they were all prominent figures from the Elephant Party and the Donkey Party.

The elephant party is here to support Santos, and the donkey party is here to watch the fun.

There is no such thing as a rabbit dying and a fox being sad. Sean is also a member of the upper class, and he is still a top-notch person.

As long as it's not overthrown by the "mud-legged people", it's not a problem, it's just an internal struggle.

"The court pronounced that Santos... was found guilty of the crime and sentenced to 12 years in prison." The judge announced the verdict with a serious face.

When the verdict was announced, Santos collapsed emotionally on the spot. He turned around and stared at Sean and roared loudly. He grabbed the railing and was about to rush out, "Sean, Sean, you murderer, you devil, you are

Yes...wuwuwu."

Santos's loud roar shocked several court police officers, who immediately rushed to hug Santos, and one of them raised his hand to cover Santos' mouth.

Everyone was silent, the Xiang Party members had a sullen face, and the Donkey Party members were gloating about the misfortune, including the judge standing above, who also watched this scene quietly.

Everyone wants to see what Sean will do.

"Don't stop him!" Sean sat there, smiled and waved to the two court police officers, "Let him go and let him say that the United States is a free country and he has the right to speak."

"Bah!" Santos spat heavily, his old face turning red, "No need to pretend!"

"Who doesn't know that you are the biggest mafia boss in New Jersey and the biggest cancer in New Jersey? You are a vampire and you will definitely go to hell!"

"Go to hell!!!"

"Haha, what happens next?" Sean looked around at everyone present, with a faint smile still on his face, "In my eyes, you are just the barking of a defeated dog."

"has no meaning?"

"If I want to sue you, you can just yell at the court and slander me now, and your sentence will be longer."

"However." Sean smiled and patted his chest, "As everyone knows, I am a good person and a generous person. I will not pursue it. After all, who knows whether you can survive 12 years."

"Of course, I hope you can live and stay alive!"

"Don't worry, I will let someone take good care of you."

"Did you see it? Did you see it? He is threatening me, judge, he is threatening me!" Santos pointed at Sean, looked at the judge and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Sean, what do you have to say?" The judge looked at Sean expressionlessly.

"Evil people have disgusting and stinky thoughts in their minds. In their eyes, the whole world is dark, without any light. They can find the dark and despicable part in everything." Sean stood up slowly.

He came, bowed slightly to the judge and said: "In Santos' eyes, the world is like this, everyone wants to harm him."
To be continued...