On the night, after Ramirez has come back to his farm from his workplace, he parked the beautiful jeep he bought three years ago from a dealership at a cheap price by using his own money that he got when he worked as a McDonald cashier. Before Ramirez has come into the drug business, he was also a cashier at a McDonald's Restaurant in Chicago. The cost of that jeep was almost seven grand ( 7000 $ for people who don't know the term Americans are using at the money).

He entered the house, and later on, when he was sitting on the chair in his kitchen, the phone has started rigging. Ramirez took the phone, he answered and on the other side was Smith.

"Hey!" says Smith on the phone. "I found a buyer, bro."

"Neat." says Ramirez to this call. "Who is it?"

"So... The buyer of this weed is an old man who owns a Yakuza gang, and I think the guy's name was Hajima... Probably the one who owns Yakuza and now he has become a symbol for Ruby city."

"Okay, but why does he need our weed if he is so powerful and people view him as a hero?"

"He is not going to use the weed. He is planning to buy from you and send it across the oceans to other people."

"This sounds Cathy, Gary. Do you think this is ain't a trap?" asks Ramirez feeling unsure and frightening about the fact that he will be most likely caught soon if he does that because a Yakuza member, who has also become a great symbol for Ruby City, will make the things go much harder.

"Look. I cannot sell a product to that guy. I could be arrested and also I will-"

"Ramirez. I got it." says Gary. "You do not want to scathed, right? It is alright, I have talked with him about this affair and we come to a great trade. He wanted to send all of these weeds to the Dock area, and from there, they will be shipped outside this city."

"Do you think it is a good idea?"

"He also threatened us that he will personally send the cops there."

"Say WHAT?!" screamed Ramirez on the phone because this line has made him feel terrified like a husband who was cheating her wife with her neighbour because she made delicious cookies and also, she had a new breast transplant.

"... I am sorry, but this is a great deal."

"How is this a great deal, man? Who the fuck told you Yakuza are making good deals?! You have never encountered a Yakuza in England?"

"Sorry, man. But who gives a bloody fact about these guys. Their leader seems a nice guy, and I think the business will go smoothly, man."

Ramirez sighed. And then he told Smith.

"When he wants to get the weed?"

"At this thing, you will have to personally discuss with him. Face to face."

"Really?!" screamed Ramirez on the phone because this thing was really unexpected from Smith, he is the guy who can discuss with anyone and make them take the deal instantly. "Ugh... Alright. When he wanted to meet?"

"In five days, on Luigi Varmino Hill, House 567. A big bloody mansion who is guarded by guards with katana and also has a few luxuries and industrial cars in the yard."

"Aight. I think... He also said anything else?"

"Bring a sample of your weed to him. And go alone, or you can bring someone, but do not let him leave the car."

"Aight. Go to him, and tell him I will come there in the next five days, with a great sample. The hour... Let's say on the night."

"Great. I will tell him the details."

"And Gary, be safe. Alright?"

"Alright, brotha!" and Gary has hung up the conversation he had with his best friend.

Ramirez closes the call, he sighed, he looks in the window in the kitchen, to see his beautiful field of weed who is still there and untouched by someone, besides his owner. Ramirez stands up from the chair and walks to his room, and there, he jumps on the bed because today he had a busy day, and also, this phone call, has made him feel more frightening than relieved because someone will buy all of his field of weed from the property he owns.