After settling on a delivery time with Donnie, Olman left the bar. Ko Bar wasn''trge, with two floors each covering just over a hundred square meters of space.


    In the main hall on the first floor, there were several mahogany tables and chairs that had begun to show signs of reddening, as well as a bar. Behind the bar were all kinds of beers, rums, whiskeys, and more.


    Additionally, on the first floor was a small storage room for various types of liquor, and a restroom, while upstairs there were three rooms: one for the tavern''s sundries, a bedroom, and another restroom!


    Originally, Ko Bar also had a bartender, but with the approach of Prohibition, everyone believed that alcohol would disappear in the United States; hence, the bartender resigned early on and went to work in the casino next door.


    So now, the entire Ko Bar had only one person, Donnie.


    Antic City was a tourist city, a pure tourist destination with no other industries. In this ce, the bars, casinos, brothels, boarding houses, and hotels were the mainstay.


    The primary patrons of Antic City were the blue-cor workers from Phdelphia, less than a hundred kilometers away!


    "So you''re the unfortunate new owner of Ko Bar?"


    A white man wearing a poor-quality cotton jacket, with thinning hair and a listless spirit, stumbled over to the bar.


    "If it weren''t for me, you probably wouldn''t be able to drink the fine liquor you want!"


    Donnie put down the ss in his hand and looked at the man, knowing he must be a worker from a factory in Phdelphia, who hade to Antic City to try his luck over the weekend.


    "Ha!" The manughed loudly, "That''s correct!"


    Afterughing, the man''s spirits seemed to sag as he said, "No more, I''m noting to Antic City again. This ce just empties my wallet!"


    Donnie just smiled, not responding, as such people always say that. By the next weekend, they would definitely be on the first train, continuing their journey to Antic City!


    "What will you have?"


    "A ss of rum!" The man put 25 cents on the table.


    Donnie poured him a ss of rum and put the money in the drawer.


    "Ha!" After taking a sip, the man''s rugged cheeks suddenly bloomed, the previous dejection vanished, and heughed, "My name is Aiden!"


    Donnie just nodded in response.


    Aiden didn''t seem to mind Donnie''s silence andughed, "Although I''m very fond of rum, I''m still very happy that at least my children will be spared from the troubles of alcohol!"


    Donnie casually asked, "You have children?"


    Aiden''s expression faltered, and he replied with a forcedugh, "I soon will!"


    Donnie didn''t say anything more to Aiden, just watching the customers who wereing in one after another; he was waiting for someone.


    Customers came and went in a steady stream, believing that it wouldn''t be long before they wouldn''t be able to drink anymore, indulging in theirst frenzies.


    So each person was drinking more than before; those who used to have one ss were now having three, and those who could previously walk out were now being thrown out by Donnie.


    It wasn''t untilte at night, after thest customer had left, that Olman returned to Ko Bar with the weapons Donnie had requested.


    "With such good business, do you really n to close for two months?"


    Olman set a Colt 1911 and bullets brazenly on the bar and couldn''t help but ask curiously.


    Donnie fended him off with the same reason he used before, "One always has to look at the bigger picture!"


    After saying this, Donnie handed over the remaining 25 US Dors to Olman.


    Olman picked up the bills, savoring the smell of the US Dors, "Alright, I''ve talked to Nucky. For the next two months, Nucky will charge you only 25 US Dors per month, but there can''t be any issues with the timing!"


    By now, Donnie had picked up the handgun from the bar, feeling a familiar sensation from the gun''s body, and he smiled, "Of course!"


    "As for the purchase of whiskey and rum you mentioned, I''ve already arranged the contact for you. When do you want it?"


    "The sooner the better!" Donnie eagerly said, knowing from history that once Prohibition began, Antic City didn''t enforce the constitution; meaning that the bigwigs in the city must have already set this rule in advance, so they would surely be prepared beforehand.


    What Donnie had to do now was to prepare even earlier than they did.


    Olman didn''tment on Donnie''s decision. If someone wanted to die, Olman was naturally ready to sit back, pour himself a ss of whiskey, and watch the show!


    "Great, I''ll contact you tomorrow!"


    After finishing, Olman stood up and left. Donnie declined the invitation from Lisa at the nearby brothel and locked the tavern''s main door from the inside.


    The next day, Olman brought a man who was bigger and rounder than himself.


    "This is William, William James. Half of the whiskey and rum in Antic City is supplied by him!"


    Donnie didn''t believe Olman''s introduction at all. If this William James was really like what Olman said, he wouldn''t necessarily be selling his whiskey and rum at this time. More importantly, there was no memory of such a person in Donnie''s mind about Antic City.


    Since Donnie had taken over Ko Bar, he naturally knew the suppliers well. In fact, before asking Olman, Donnie also tried to contact his own supplier but was met with an exorbitant price, prompting him to turn his attention to Olman.


    "Mr. Block, you really have an eye for opportunity," William said with a handshake as genuine as his smile. "I''ve heard from Olman that you n to sell off all your liquor stock in the days before Prohibition. I must say, it''s a stroke of genius!"


    William''s enthusiasm was contagious as he shook Donnie''s hand, his face beaming with sincerity.


    Donnie managed only a brief smile in response. If William truly believed in his idea, he surely wouldn''t be selling him more whiskey and rum at this time.


    The deal between the two went smoothly. Donnie wanted to buy, James wanted to sell—it was as if Pan Jinlian had met Ximen Qing, no matchmaker needed!


    With the 500 US Dors he had earned from Donnie, James couldn''t wipe the broad grin off his face.


    "Olman, that fool is alright, just too poor. If only he could spend a bit more, I could have sold him all my stock!"


    James took 20 dors from the 500 in cash and handed it over to Olman, wincing at the parting of each bill.


    Olman''s smile was just as bright, having done nothing but make an introduction and earning himself 40 dors for it. This was money going straight into his pocket, not like the usual earnings from the Ko Bar or selling guns to Donnie.


    "Just another dummy fresh from the battlefield, probably got his brains addled by the German artillery fire. Where else can you find such a ripe sucker?"


    James nodded in agreement, somewhat regretfully saying, "If only all those who came back from the battlefield were like Donnie!"


    The two chatted and walked away from the boardwalk.


    The news of Donnie''s purchase of 500 US Dors worth of rum and whiskey from James quickly spread among the other bars on the boardwalk.


    ''Foolish Donnie Block!''


    Before long, the derogatory nickname was on everyone''s lips.


    Donnie had heard the epithet, too, but he didn''t care. He believed in a little more than a month''s time, everyone would know who the real fool was.


    After hiding the whiskey and rum he bought from James, Donnie decided to visit home first. The stock from James and the existing inventory at the Ko Bar were not enough to satisfy his appetite.


    Moreover, he was not interested in such one-off transactions.


    Having packed his luggage, Donnie set off on the road back to Elwood Vige.


    What Donnie didn''t know was, as he had just left, two men wearing duckbill caps, brims pulled low, followed in a Ford Model T heading in the same direction Donnie had gone.


    The cool weather left by the light rain ofte autumn made Donnie instinctively tighten his cor as he walked on the dirt road.


    Donnie Block''s hometown was called Elwood Vige, located 15 kilometers north of Antic City. He was now leaving Antic City to return to his hometown.


    "You can''t make it big on your own. I don''t have any friends in Antic City, and instead of working with acquaintances I barely know, it''s better to bring some people from home!"


    Donnie carried only a hemp rope backpack with some daily washing items and all his belongings. The rest was left at the Ko Bar in Antic City.


    Actually, Donnie had wanted to take the train back to Elwood Vige. Although there were trains from two railwaypanies in Antic City that went directly to Phdelphia, there was no stop in Elwood Vige.


    Fortunately, 15 kilometers was not too far, so Donnie became a backpacker by default.


    Yet, the muddy and slippery road wet from the rain and the trees shedding their leaves on either side took away the rxed mood he had when leaving Antic City.


    With no scenery to admire, Donnie continued thinking about what his future path should be.


    "After Prohibition starts, there will be only two ways to get liquor in the United States—one is to brew rum and whiskey illegally, and the other is to smuggle alcohol from Europe or other countries."


    "To smuggle, you have to deal with the Coast Guard..."


    Thanks to his participation in World War I, Donnie still had some connections in Europe, but trying to get through the domestic Coast Guard was a worry—he didn''t have any contacts there.


    "It looks like I''ll have to find an opportunityter!"


    Donnie shook his head with a somewhat helpless expression. Getting that first pot of gold was always the hardest when starting fresh.


    "If smuggling isn''t an option for now, then I''ll have to take the road of brewing my own liquor!"


    This was another reason why Donnie wanted to return to Elwood Vige. To brew his own whiskey and rum, he would need distillers, raw materials, and a master brewer!


    Distillers and materials needed to be bought with cash, but Donnie didn''t have much cash on hand anymore. Moreover, he even wanted to see if he could buy more whiskey and rum from James, and all of that required money.


    He would have to see how much help he could get from back home!


    Even with not much cash left, Donnie had no regrets about spending hisst bit on firearms. If he had enough money, he would have even bought more handguns.


    This time he was definitely going to bring some people from Elwood Vige back to Antic City. One person with a gun was hardly enough for self-protection.


    "If only a few thousand dors would fall from the sky right now, that would solve all my problems!"


    Donnie thought with a bit of self-mockery.


    Little did he know, at that moment, danger was slowly creeping up on him.


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