Unlike at the very beginning, when the prices of liquor hadn't yet risen irrationally, getting a case worth hundreds of thousands could earn you the title of "nation's top case in value."
He wasn't too optimistic about the "big case" Lance mentioned, but since they were already in it together, he could only choose to trust him.
But now, he realized, the big case Lance talked about was truly a big case!
"A smuggling group moving thirty million a year should ensure you can become an executive commissioner, right?" Lance asked casually, as if asking, "Have you eaten yet?"
Calm and unhurried, without much emotional display.
Director Dale, somewhat excited, lit a cigarette, his hand trembling slightly as he did so, "Enough, enough, thirty million... enough for Congress to make a big deal out of this."
"But how do we do this?" he took a deep drag, the nicotine calming his nerves, as he pondered some points he hadn't figured out.
