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Jim's Subway 28 : If wishes were paper...

The table was set:

  The room is empty except for the four men sitting in chairs.

  They were all sober.  

  They had to be.

  This was going to be the business deal of a lifetime...

  At least in the short annals that comprise the history of Fenwick.

  In other words, It was going to be an important deal for the four men - and not so much for everyone else.

  In fact for three of the four men in that room the success of this deal was literally going to be a matter of life and death...

  So the game proceeded, and the man at the head of the table proceeded to start things by being the first one to speak.  Addressing the man at the far side of the table he began:

  'My name is Jim.  You know me.  No introduction is needed.  This gentleman to the right of me is my business partner Butch.  This man to the left of me is a man called Rod, and he is an investor in our business and a fine man to boot.  In the coming months when I hope we will be working together, you will discover that we are all very fine men.  And trustworthy too!  We love our product and we want to share it with the world.  And we want to make money, of course, what human doesn't. It's what we do, isn't it?  Make money.  We make money to live.  And we need to live right?  That is the whole goal of life, are we all agreed?  Yes?  Yes!  Very good.  Now Mr King, from what I know about you, you are what they call a quick-fire guy.  You are a successful businessman who just wants to get on with things.  No messing around.  No flowery words.  Just business and money, and business.  Am I right?'

  'Well you seem to have whittled me down to a T, in that I do love talking about Money!  But I don't know about you referring me to this quickfire type of guy, sort of makes me sound like a cowboy!' Mr King replied.  

  Jim sensed that the man was only joking.  Jokes were good.  The man was in good humour.  Excellent!  They were all complete strangers but they seemed to be getting on really well so far.  Brilliant stuff. 

   Jim felt that things were going well so far, and to think they had only been in the room for ten minutes give or take...

  Jim was so enthusiastic.  He really felt he was born to be in this game, for some reason.  He knew he was being delusional by thinking in such a way, but he decided after ten minutes of talking and joking with Mr King in the backroom of the Short Tailed Fox that he was literally in love with delusional, and was more than content to stay that way for the foreseeable future.

  Being delusional about yourself was a far better state of mind than being depressed - and the state of being depressed was all that Jim had ever known up until that point in his life.

  'That is one damn fine drink you and your friends have come up with,' Mr King continued.  'Are you guys savants?  I am being serious here!  I have never heard of you before, and yet you cook up this fine drink.  I mean, I think I prefer this G-Juice stuff of yours more than whiskey.  And I don't say that lightly, my fellows, for my family has a historical penchant towards a drop of the old bourbon.  But this G-Juice, darn!  It really hits the spot - 'and he thumped his chest once as he said that.  'It's one cracker of a drink, excuse my language but it is a killer poison like nothing else.'

  'O I hear you quite well, Mr King,' Jim replied.  'We agree with everything you say.  It's a killer product for sure.'

  'Dare I ask what's in it?  I mean my business is all about catering and drink, but I have never tasted anything like your stuff before.  Honestly I mean that with all my heart.  I don't know if its fruit, wheat, vegetables?  Seriously.  Is it carbonated flavourings?  But you put something in it that gives a real punch, and the feeling it gives you afterwards, I mean... what can I say?  It feels better than getting drunk - it's a better kind of high than that.  There is something natural about it.  It feels organic.  But there is nothing natural about the hangover afterwards!  Damn!  Got to be one of the worst.  I would say it might put people off buying the stuff- but nah!  People love getting drunk, and I think that special sort of high that G-Juice gives you will see people separating with their cash quick-time.  Like I said a second ago, I know this business, and I know your drink is good.  Real good!'

  'Thank you for all the compliments!  Yes, it's a family recipe... goes back generations.  My great great aunt concocted the original recipe.  According to family lore she grabbed the ingredients while being chased by bandits along the old London Road.  She was a brilliant chief, had a good understand for taste and texture, and she was a master herbalist!  She knew every leaf, fungus and root!  Back then she knew she was working on something Great, she didn't know how great, of course, but she knew her work was going to be real good.  A life's work in fact!  She was holding the perfect ingredients just when the bandits decided to attack!  She made a run for it, and when she got back home she got her bow and arrow and shot them, the fiends!  The recipe then past into the hands of her son, my great uncle Jimmy.  He carried the recipe with him through the trenches of world war one!  He was one of those poor fellows to be born at the wrong time, right at the turn of the century, so the poor soul ended up being conscripted into both world wars!  In 1940 the Germans were after the recipe.  The high command had sampled some of the juice after the gestapo rumbled my uncle's secret stash after the fall of Paris.   He had been brewing G-Juice with the help of his merry French compatriots.  Now there was a real risk that G-Juice would fall into the hands of the Third Reich!  The rebel alliance of French and Dutch decided that this could not happen, and they rallied behind my fine uncle, and sabotaged the train that was taken the G-Juice back to Berlin.  In 1943 my uncle was kidnapped by the gestapo after trying to defend a French village from SS attack.  They tortured him for the recipe!  After the gestapo and tied him up by his arms and set fire to his feet my uncle gave in and surrendered the recipe to the fiends!   The monsters were going to take the secrets of the recipe back to Hitler himself!  Now I know it is well known that Hitler was a teetotaller, but that is all fairy fluff!  Hitler was a ravenous drunk, and he wanted G-Juice more than he wanted control over the world!  It is said that the reason why he failed to take Stalingrad was because he was too drunk to give the orders to evacuate his men so that they could fight again another day!  

  'Anyway.  It looked like the recipe was lost, and the Germans were going to have their way with it!  But then my uncle launched a rescue mission!  It was 1944, the aftermath of D Day, and my uncle was able to convince a couple of random American GI's of the glory of his drink, and they decided they wanted a bit of the action.  With the help of the GI's my uncle raided a high ranking German stronghold, Castle Staffenstein, a mighty German Fortress standing a hundred miles north of the neutral border with Switzerland.  The castle was controlled by the evil German Lord Von Hestler, and one of Hitler's closest confidants.  It was said that Von Hestler was on the verge of brewing his own special batch of G-Juice that would have revolutionised alcohol consumption in the world, and also changed the course of the war, because German scientists discovered that G-Juice could power not only tanks but rockets!  That's right!  The pesky Von Hestler had constructed a thousand rockets powered by G-Juice ready to be dispatched to the front to be used to halt the Allied advance on Germany!  But my uncle and his friends rustled them pesky Germans, and saved the G-Juice recipe once and for all!'

  'Amen to him!' King replied.  He was very impressed by Jim's ridiculous story.  'So the recipe has been passed down through three generations?'

  'Some say it's older than that!' Jim waffled on.  He thought he might as well keep the moment up, keep King baffled and bewildered in order to disarm his senses and make him more susceptible to a business deal that would be beneficial to Jim and his company.

  'Second era tradition says that Robin Hood himself enjoyed G-Juice!  And if you think that sounds mad, there's a story going about that tells of the Roman legions drinking the stuff at Hadrian's Wall!  That's why they never pushed all the way north, you see, because they were as drunk as they were powerful.'

  'Damn!  So you are saying that G-Juice is over a thousand years old?  And your family has held onto the recipe for that long, eh?  Why did it take so long to get the drink out into the public then?  I mean, why have you just decided to build a business right now?  I mean, according to your story Germany lost the war because of this drink.  Let me guess, Jim...   You just wanted to hog it to yourself, right!  You pigs!'

  'That's it in a nutshell!' Jim replied.  'But we are ready to share the taste with the world, finally.  Yes.  I think the time has come to do that!'

  'But you don't feel like sharing the recipe?'

  'Out of respect to the family I feel I need to keep the recipe a secret.  I hope you understand?  You know how it works, I am sure Mr King?  Give away the secret and there is no business, right?  And think about my uncle and all that he went through during those two awful wars!  Let's not betray his memory!  BUt let's respect him instead, by making lots of money!'

  They all laughed at once, even though what Jim said was not a joke, and wasn't really that funny at all.

  It was a very awkward moment for them.

  A horrible unpleasant silence followed.

  But it passed away when Jim revived the topic of the drink, and the goodness of its taste.

  'It's has to be one of the best tasting drinks out there, right?' he said.  'The taste is so unique!  Like you were saying yourself, Mr King.  You cannot compare the flavour of G-Juice to any other drink?'

  King agreed wholeheartedly.

  'Indeed good sir,' je replied.  'It makes you feel good, real good actually, and it does the job legally as well.  And Yes a great tasting drink to boot!

  Jim felt the time was ready turn the conversation towards the important stuff.

  'Let me show you something better than taste - have a taste instead of these numbers...'  Jim slid over a piece of paper.  Mr King leaned across and the table and snatched the leaf up with one stroke.

  This was what everything was leading too.

  That page was covered in numbers.  Profit margins in fact.  According to that piece of paper, G-Juice had sold over a hundred thousand pounds worth of stock in America and Canada and an additional fifty thousand in Europe.

  Not bad for a little business selling booze!

  Mr King visibly liked what he saw.  A smile quickly started to draw across his face.  His eyes lit up like little fires had just been kindle inside of them.  There might have been some little pound signs there as well, as he started throwing money into the fire - and that was what he was literally going to do next...

  'I am really like what I see,' he replied.  'You have really done well for yourselves Mr Jim and company.  I mean, this is impressive stuff.  This is your first business, right?  My first business crashed and burned.  In fact I crashed and burned five business in unison before I got it right.  But you?  Man!  You win on the first draw!  Damn!  You are indeed the kind of man I want to be doing business with.  No doubt about it.  Only a loser would fail to invest in a hot dog like you!  Just point the direction you want me to throw my money and consider the deal done!  And as far as distribution is concerned leave that to me.  I will be selling your drink in all my pubs and all my restaurants.  But this is what I want from you in return.  I want thirty percent of the business.  I think that's fair.  You are new to the game and you need my experience.  I can put your drink out there and make it global.  So what do you say, lads?  Shall I fetch my pen?'  

  

The meeting lasted thirty minutes in total, and it ended just like that.

  With a few strokes of a pen Jim and company had landed a cool 100K in their business bank account.

  Rod looked pale and like he was about to pass out.

  Everybody was grateful to Rod for maintaining his composure during the meeting, or at least for acting as if he was calm and confidence.  But now the deed was done and King was gone, Rod started shaking.  The signs of a panic attack were plainly visible.

  They quickly fetched the man a glass of whiskey, a paper bag, and started patted him on the back until he was breathing normally again.

   After Rod had recovered the three businessmen started to pour more drinks and enjoy themselves.

  It had been a very brilliant and incredibly successful day.

  Jim pointed at Rod from across the table.  'I told you I could do this!  I told you I was going to pull off the deal.  Admit it.  I was a real pro today.  A 100k businessman!  You can't deny it, Rod.  I owned Mr King.  The man drank in my words and he vomited out the goods in return.  Now we are rich men indeed!'

  Rod asked Jim where he got the numbers from.

  Jim pointed to his head.  'I got on the computer this morning and just created this spreadsheet.  I wanted it to look good, but not too ridiculous.  If I had mentioned millions he would see through the trick, so I kept the figures realistic for a small business like ours.  I mean, who is to say we can't sell a hundred thousand pounds worth of stock to America?  It's a damn big continent after all, with a good number of people living on it.  Some of them are bound to love G-Juice.'

  'Except we haven't sold a hundred thousand,' said Rod.  'Perhaps I need to remind you again that in three months we have only made fifty pounds...'

  Rod's consistent pessimism irritate Jim so much he wanted to hit the man, and it took a lot of his willpower to keep his clenched fists at bay.  

  'Don't ruin this for me Rod,' Jim returned.  'We have got the money in our pocket to finally turn this operation around.  

  'King is going to find out one day that you fed him a bunch of lies,' Rod pressed on, pushing the negatives to the hilt.  'And when he finds out we are all finished.'

  'If he finds out it won't matter,' Jim replied.  And then he explained:

  'We are going to make money.  And when we start making money he won't care about the lies.  Because we will have lined his pockets.  He might even think we were clever.  And if he doesn't we can buy us a boat or plane to another country because we will have the cash to do it.  Money is power, and when you have got enough of it you can do anything!'

  'We haven't won yet,' said Rod.

  'But we will do in the next few months.  For goodness sake we have won already, Rod!  We have got 100k sitting in our account as we speak.  That's real money right there.  Now this is what we are going to do tomorrow.  We are going to buy every last piece of equipment we need, and we are going to hire more people because we have the money to do it.  You know some people, right Butch?  The right kind of people, you know what I mean?  The cheap kind.'

  Butch nodded.  'Leave it to me,' he replied.

  'We turn your house, Rod, into a massive production facility,' Jim continued.  'It has got the space.  It's the perfect place.  Then we will have the baee, the money and the manpower.  We will have everything we need to complete the contract with King.  It can be done!'

  'I believe in you Jim,' Butch relied.  

  Jim thanked Butch.

  But Rod was still hesitant.

  Jim regretted so much having to do business with such a dithering gibbering wreck.  But he needed the man's property, and so it was essential to keep him sweet and on his side.  'Why don't you go on holiday, Rod, and let Butch and myself run things while you are away.  And when you come back home we will have made all the money and you will be rich.  You will have your ten grand back and plenty more as well.'

  'I am staying put thank you very much,' Rod replied, sternly.  'I am not going anywhere not while you and your men are brewing that juice in my house!  I want to see this through personally to the end!'

  'Okay.  Your decision.  But I need you to remain calm throughout the process, and I need you to not get in the way.  Can you do that, Rod?'

  Rod did not respond.

  'We have got the world in our hands, Rod,' Jim continued.  'We have been granted the opportunity of a  lifetime!  Few people alive get a chance like what we have been given.  This thing will work.  I know it will, from experience.  I used to work for a company that was half a million in debt for two years.  They were about to dissolve.  They needed one deal to save the day, and they got it, and they did it by lying.  They did what I just did.  They made the figures up, they put on the heirs and graces, and they lied to their partners, and they got the money, and they got the business up and going again.  They kept us all in work for another year because they knew how to lie.  Just like we do.  So you see, I know what we are doing!  I know it must sound crazy, Rod, but Butch here gets it and he has lived on the streets all his life and doesn't know anything about business, but I do!  When i was with this company I watched and listened to everything my management used to talk about.  What I know about business I have learned from them.  It's all a sham.  The biggest businesses out there are all lies, ponzi schemes, fantasies built upon debt after debt.  It's all a joke.  As long as we remember this truth, that life is a lie, we cannot fail.  Look Rod, we've got the money!  We have won.  Everything is right there in our hands.'

  'Well, let me give you some life experience, Jim,' Rod replied, 'people who have everything, lose everything just as fast.  Just like my father, when he gambled all of our pawn shops away.  Like my grandfather when he went mad and got drunk and burned his shop down...  People who have it all, lose it all.'

  After that Rod felt that he had roundly put Jim in his place.  So he pulled himself up from the table and started to walk away.  Rod was almost through the door when Jim called him back.  

  When Rod was back Jim started to speak.

  This is what he said:

  'Last bit of pessimism for the night, eh Rod?  I will forgive you this once because it has been such a good day!  Now let us drink up.  But not too much!  We need our wits about us if we are going to make this work.  There is a lot of work to do.  Tomorrow we are going to start a business that does real business, for real money, with real people.  We have turned an idea from a scribble on a piece of paper with a few random numbers, into something that actually exists.  Something tangible.  Something you can touch.  This is our day, lads!  So let's make the most of it, and let the heavens rain money on our heads!'

 A wish on paper...

What a fine thing!

(Remember!  All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)

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Jim's Subway 27 : Make it up son!

Jim, Rod and Butch worked so hard - they were all determined to make a success of things!  Nothing was going to keep them back or hold them down, not even the law!

  Damn with the law and all that nonsense!

  They would break it a thousand times if it meant making money!

  In five weeks Jim's new business venture had produced nine barrels of G-Juice.  

  So far Butch had managed to sell three of them, and then the trio drank the rest.

  In all that time they had accrued a profit of fifty pounds.

  Butch was quite happy with it, being the simple lad that he was money was money, but Rod who understood the value of such things far better understood that his ten thousand pound investment wasn't working at as well as he'd liked.

  he still hadn't quite his job yet, and he was sitting in the corner of the room, hugging his knees to his chest, and was sobbing.  He was drinking too much and was growing steadfastly depressed because of it.

  'I can't believe it!' he said through his tears.  'I am sixty and I have lost all of my money!'

  'I told you before there is a silver lining to being sixty,' Jim replied.  'You might only have ten years left to live, and then you get your ticket-out of this mess people call life.'

  'Wait a minute I am twenty!' Butch spoke up.

  Jim heard this and shut the young man down immediately:

  'If you are then I feel sorry for you!' he said.  'Now be quite Butch and don't say anything like that again!  I am trying to cheer Rod up here!  I don't want him thinking he is wasting his money, and he is no good to us crying like a child.  He has been like this all day.  We need to get him out of this state, and unhelpful comments from you are not helping!'

  Butch heard this, and promptly apologised.

  'It's different for you two,' said Rod from his corner.  'You've got nothing to lose!  My on the other hand?  This is my life!'

  'I am not giving up yet on this business,' Jim replied.  'Look!  We have made profit.  It's fifty pounds, I know, but at least we have made money.  We know for certain that there are people out there who want our product and are willing to part with their hard earned cash.  That's a good thing.  Look Rod stop wasting your tears like that.  It isn't helping.  We can only do this with a sober and steady mind.  Here, have a glass of G-Juice.  It will warm your soul and cheer you up.  Now listen, all business go through hard times.  You have to spend money to make money.  You win you lose, you lose and win.  That is the territory that we are in.  Your money is safe, Rod.  Look at me and Butch.  We are hard working serious men.  We are going to do everything in our power to earn your money back!'

  Rod continued to cry as if he hadn't heard a word JIm had said.  'It's not enough,' he said.  'I need assurances!  I was a fool to give strangers my money!  I like G-Juice.  I believed in it!  That's why I handed my money over.  But now the real world has kicked in, and I cannot cope with it.  I know I have lost everything.  I just want to cry!  Cry forever!'

  Jim was totally unsympathetic.

  'What are you crying about?' he said.  'You live in the largest house in town.  You must have loads of money stored away with such privilege?  So cut the tears you entitled idiot!'

  'My father spent all the money the family had.  That ten thousand I gave you was from my personal savings.  If this business doesn't work then I go down hardcore.  I can see a confused look on your face, Jim, so please let me elucidate:  If this business fails then I will go from living in the largest house in town to the smallest box in the streets.  Does that make more sense to you now?  Do you finally appreciate the full uggliness of my present situation.  Have I opened your eyes to the reality that is my life right now?'  

  Rod was acting out of order.  This was not like him.  Jim put it down to the drink.  After Rod had gone to bed Jim pulled Butch aside and said, 'The man is drunk!  Let him sleep it off.  We need to get Rod back on our side if this business is going to work, and it IS going to work.  Once he is sober again we will brew more G-Juice and you will sell as much of it as you can in the streets.  What we need now are glass bottles.  Hundreds of them.  Then we can sell the stuff on mass.'

  'Sure thing,' Butch replied.  'I don't know where we are going to get glass bottles from.  There is not much business for that kind of thing around here.'

  'Then we will find someone who knows someone who can get is glass bottles,' Jim replied.  'Speak around Butch.  You know Fenwick and its denizens better than I.  You know all the hidey holes of this place, you know all the characters.  There must be someone out there who can help us do this.'

  'I will get out now and look about,' Butch replied.

  Good Butch!  Everyone could rely on Butch!

  Especially when they had no choice...

Butch returned later that evening.  He looked very happy about something and couldn't wait to speak to Jim:

  'I have got good news and bad news,' he started.  'Good news is I have found somebody who will help us in our business!  Don't ask how - I just got talking to a few folks I know, and then I met someone who knew somebody who was best friends with the guy who runs the pub down the road.  The same guy runs a hotel as well as a few other businesses.  I have him a sample of the old G-Juice and he liked it and said he would be willing to sell it for us for cut in the profits!'

  Jim couldn't believe it!  

  'You're fine man Butch!' said Jim.  'I think you might have very well just saved us from going under!'

  'Slow down!' Butch returned.  'Now this is where the bad news kicks in!  I told him that you were a major producer of ales.  It was the only why I could get him to listen to me and sample our product.  Now he wants to meet you at the Short Tailed Fox tomorrow, and that's not all!  he wants to see our profit margins!'

  Rod started to have a panic attack when he heard this - it took both Jim and Butch working together to restrain the poor man.  Once Rod had calmed down and drank a glass of water, they sat the quivering man on a sofa and began to think about how they were going to do deal with the current problem.

  'It's fine,' said Jim.  'We want to see G-Juice.  We need to sell it if we are going to survive.  We were always going to have a business meeting with somebody at some stage.  And here we are, about to do what we were always destined to do!  It's not a problem!  This meeting is an opportunity!  I am actually excited about it.  So, what's the name of the man I am going to meet?'

  Butch said the man was called Tony King.

  'Very well.  Then I will meet with Mr King tomorrow and I will sort this out!' said Jim.

  'Have you ever been in a business meeting before?' said Rod.

  Jim shrugged and then said that he hadn't.  

  Not ever.

  'Well what great start,' Rod replied.  'Not that it matters, I am sure Mr King was be impressed when he sees that we have made a grand total of fifty pounds in the last three months.  Maybe you should tell him that we are also ten grand in debt!  Sweeten the deal, yes!  That will be the icing on the cake that!'

  'O stop being so negative you silly wet floppy excuse for a man!' Jim snapped.  'I can do this!  All I need is my wits, and a posh suit...'

  'We can't afford fish and chips for one let alone a posh suit!' said Rod.  

  He was right.

  They only had ten pounds in their coffers:

  'Do you know how expensive those things are?' Rod continued.

  'Don't worry about the suit!' Butch spoke up.  'I know a good place down town where I can steal one from.  I will get my hands on it by the morning, Jim, you can rely on me to do that no problem!  Stealing suits is like stealing apples!  You just got to keep a club around in case the farmer catches you, in this case it will be a tailor, but farmers and tailors are all the same underneath, especially after you have battened them over the head once or twice.'

  'Thank you Butch, I know I can rely on you to get us through these dark times,' Jim replied.  

  Jim was very grateful to Butch at that moment.  The man had done a lot of good work!  He had landed a fine profitable business deal, and a fancy suit all in one day!

  Butch admitted that he couldn't read or write and had never tried so right then as far as Jim was concerned, he was the very definition of an illiterate genius!

  'Right let's get to work!' said Jim.

  'What about the fifty pounds?' said Rod.  'Are you forget the very real fact that we aren't making any money right now?'

  'I have got a solution to that,' Jim replied.  'I need to be left alone now.  All will be revealed in the morning!  Stop worrying Rod for goodness sake!   I have a plan and it is a good one, you will see.  When this is over, we can wave goodbye to the debt.  And better than that, we will be swimming up to our necks in dough.  Trust me on this, Rod.  This is a turning point for our business.  We are going to win this!'

  Rod was so tired and stressed that he gave up on everything and slumped off to his miserable bed so he could sleep in it miserably.

  When they were alone Butch started to speak:

  'Okay Jim!  So what are you going to do when you meet that guy tomorrow?' 

  'I am going to lie,' the said man replied.

  Butch heard his and was confused.  Jim understood that Butch was confused after surveying his complex expression, and so he decided to elucidate, and give his friend some idea of his design:  

  'I am older than you Butch,' Jim started.  'I am not trying to sound like an elitist when I say this, but I know the world better than you.  I know it so well because I have lived in it longer.  I am older than you right?  So I know things better.  And I know that things don't ever get better, accept our chances of dying.  But the one thing I have learned in all my days is that lies win.  There is an old saying that is BEYOND true and it is this:  fake it till you make it.  And there you can see the seeds of my plan!  Everything in life is all make believe.  Everything that we do is literally nothing in the end.  The words that we speak are nothing more than just a bunch of fancy sounds strung together to appear nice.  That's what life is all about, Butch.  Do you hear me?  It's all just make-believe.  It's really nothing more than that.  And all we have to do is make those who don't believe, believe in us.  That's the trick!  And I am going to pull it off tomorrow.  You will see...'  

  

(Remember!  All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)

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