At the end of August in Atlantic City, the air was clear and refreshing, with the cool sea breeze blowing from the Atlantic into the city.
Because today was the weekend, Atlantic City saw more tourists than on other days.
Visitors from major cities around Atlantic City, including Philadelphia and New York, arrived by train at this ti. Here, they would forget their work troubles and fully enjoy fine liquor, beautiful won, and the thrilling heartbeat of gambling—experiencing the swift shift between heaven and hell.
It was already ten in the morning, but Donnie had not woken up. Last night, he, William llon, and Nucky had been drinking rrily at Block Tavern until the latter half of the night.
Donnie hadn't woken up, but so people hadn't slept all night.
And that person was Harry Sinclair!
However, at this mont, Harry Sinclair's mood was not very good.
All because Hein Howell had told him two preparations.
"Firstly, Harry, you need to prepare so more cash. Even though we've stressed the power of the Atlantic City Broadcast, we still underestimated its influence. Too many people have been lured by the Atlantic City Broadcast.
Although we surmise that Donnie's hands won't have many Sinclair Oil Corporation's stocks left, we still need to be absolutely sure, so we can only raise so more cash!"
When Harry Sinclair first heard about this, he was already ntally prepared, but after Hein Howell finished speaking, he still felt a great headache, yet he knew it was an inevitable matter.
"Don't worry about this; I've discussed it with the board mbers. Next, the board will take out one million in cash. I believe with this money, there definitely won't be a problem!"
By this ti, Harry Sinclair had already given up on the idea of personally buying Donnie's Sinclair Oil stocks.
He had already put forth two million US dollars in cash, which was the limit he could take out at present. If he wanted more, it would only be possible by selling other stocks in his hands or borrowing more money.
But all this needed ti.
After Hein Howell nodded, he said, "The second thing is, you should make a trip to Atlantic City!"
"What?!"
Harry Sinclair stood up abruptly, his face showing disbelief. He hadn't expected Hein Howell to actually send him to Atlantic City.
"Harry, the situation has developed to this point, and actually, neither side has erged as the victor. We judge that Donnie could not possibly have many stocks left, but this is only a conjecture. What if Donnie really still holds so?
If we can convince Donnie to give up on shorting Sinclair Oil before Monday, then all of your current worries will disappear.
Even in my view, this is more important than the first step, as you would at least save several hundred thousand dollars!"
Hein Howell persuaded Harry Sinclair.
It was precisely Hein Howell's second suggestion that kept Harry Sinclair awake all night.
To bow to Donnie was sothing akin to killing Harry Sinclair, making it more unbearable than death itself for him.
Just a fortnight ago, they had sat together, discussing how to make Donnie bow to them and took action accordingly. Back then, they were filled with pride, feeling that taking Donnie's profits into their own hands was within easy reach. But now...
To actually go to Atlantic City to bow to Donnie?
Personally, Harry Sinclair found it utterly unacceptable.
However...
When personal emotions and personal interests were weighed on the sa scale, Harry Sinclair ultimately chose to bow to personal interests.
If he could resolve this matter successfully now, then it was all worth it. As for today's humiliation, Harry Sinclair believed he could definitely recover it in the not-too-distant future!
So Harry Sinclair ca to Atlantic City.
When he arrived at Block Tavern, it hadn't opened for the day yet, only the wait staff was inside tidying up.
"Good day, sir, our tavern won't open for business until two o'clock this afternoon. If you want a drink, you can go to the Block Tavern on the Boardwalk; it's open 24 hours!"
A waiter, upon seeing Harry Sinclair, ca over with a professional smile.
Harry Sinclair, sowhat agitated, said, "I'm not here for a drink; I'm here to find soone!"
The waiter didn't take offense at Harry Sinclair's attitude and still smiled, "May I know who you're looking for, sir? Is it one of our tavern's staff?"
Harry Sinclair responded coldly, "I'm here to find Donnie Block. Tell him Harry Sinclair from Sinclair Oil Corporation is here!"
The waiter, hearing that the other party was looking for his boss and seed quite unfriendly, was about to relay this to Nate to handle when the doors to the tavern were pushed open once more.
"Finch, is Donnie here yet? Has he arrived?"
John entered breezily with two underlings following.
Seeing it was John, Finch quickly said with a smile, "Not yet, boss. He drank quite late last night, probably won't be here until the afternoon!" Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire
John nodded and said, "Alright, then I'll go find him at ho!"
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