"Matches, soap, pickled fish, dried shrimps, nails, hammers, saws, iron bowls, iron spoons, iron forks, old clothes, kerosene lamps, light boilers,... I can't believe that we have produced so many things, and matches alone have a full five thousand tons." A dock worker sighed at the port of Havana.

"You don't even look at how many trees we cut down, and the vast forests around Havana were destroyed," said another dock worker.

"If you cut it, you will cut it. As long as we can get the supplies we need," a dock worker completed his work. He sat at the dock and watched the "Bird of Paradise" freighter slowly leaving the port. The cargo produced by the "Aurora Legion" with a load of nearly 50,000 tons has been fully loaded for nearly two months.

There were more than one or two workers on the dock, and in fact, residents who had free time in Havana ran to the dock. There were even many smuggling merchants who heard the news hurriedly prepared stocks and went to sea to make money, preparing to make some money.

The ‘Bird of Paradise’ is equivalent to placing all hopes of the entire legion. In order to fill its oil tank, all the inventory of the Havana refinery was cleared. Whether it can get support for subsequent development from Mexico depends on it.

Two days later, the "Bird of Paradise" bypassed the surveillance range of the Cancun blockade fleet and arrived in Progreso. The officials of the "Incred" who had already heard of the news at the port were extremely excited. There was one in the entire city of Merida, and the entire bureaucracy was pulled down by the Governor. At this time, anyone who dared not come would be the public enemy of others.

Headed by Lieutenant Colonel Hading, all the officials stared at the first container unloaded from the port hoisting machine. There were a large number of matches inside the cabinet.

After hissing and unpacking a few times, Lieutenant Colonel Hading frowned and polished a match, and finally threw it on the ground and stomped it out. He asked in confusion: "Do we lack matches? Can this thing be sold? How much money can we make even if we sell it?"

The officials who followed him were speechless, either expressionless or disappointed. Then more containers were unloaded and more supplies were exposed in front of everyone. Looking at them, they were all very ordinary and even outdated goods, Lieutenant Colonel Hading's face became even more ugly.

"Didn't you say there is whiskey? What I want is high-end luxury goods, luxury goods that can open up the vast sales. What's the use of these things to me?" Lieutenant Colonel Harding kicked a container, and almost fell down with a bang.

"Where is that bastard? We took such a big risk to allow the cargo ships of hostile forces to drive to our dock, and he brought me so much rags?" Lieutenant Colonel Hading looked left and right but couldn't find Zhou Qingfeng's shadow, and immediately began to yell.

The officials of the "Incredley" who followed each entered the bystander mode, looking at the nose, the mouth, and the heart. They didn't say anything, at most they were forced to express their opinions and echoed a few words.

Hading is a soldier and only judges the value of the goods according to his own preferences. In his opinion, whiskey is the best goods, cigarettes are also good, and instant noodles are of low value. The daily necessities in front of him are simply garbage among garbage, meaningless.

After anger, Hading, after scolding for a while, he drove away from the dock to go to the Governor's Office to settle the score with Zhou Qingfeng. However, as soon as he returned from the dock to Progreso Town, he saw several trucks driving to his commander's office.

"Lieutenant Colonel Harding, I am Rubin. I have sent you 10,000 bottles of whiskey, all of which are good products. Please accept it." As a errand running boy, Rubin is now the number one figure in Merida City. As a confidant of the Governor, there are many people who want to curry favor with him.

It sounded that his whiskey was coming, and Hading's face looked a little better. He opened the back compartment by himself, took out a bottle of "Supreme" brand whiskey and laughed excitedly.

"What do you think?" Rubin asked in time.

Ha Ding didn't answer, and bit the bottle cap and gulped a few bites. A hot feeling immediately emerged from his stomach, and a heat spread throughout his body. He let out a long sigh and sighed with a smile: "This is the real good thing. All you transported from the freighter is garbage."

Rubin was still waiting to be praised. Who knew that he had received a 'garbled' evaluation. Although it was not about wine, the things transported by the freighter were not garbage no matter how much? The expression on his face immediately restrained and asked carefully: "His Excellency Hading, do you don't like the goods shipped this time?"

"Yes, those are all worthless things. I think you should all bring wine over. We can sell whiskey to every place ruled by 'Incred', and we can definitely make a lot of money." Harding said affirmatively.

"Oh..., if you need a large amount of alcohol, according to the agreement reached by our Governor and you, one ton of spirits will be exchanged for one ton of diesel. As long as you have diesel, we can provide enough spirits." Rubin said nothing about Harding's point of view, just repeating the previous agreement.

"I know, I know, I'll exchange a ton of liquor for one ton of diesel. This condition is very suitable. I have agreed." Harding waved his hand and told Rubin to get out, and then continued to pour his whiskey.

Rubin left after unloading the goods. Ha Ding became more and more excited as he drank it. He thought that he could make a lot of money by selling whiskey, get a higher official position, and achieve a greater career. He was extremely proud.

After drinking for a long time, Lieutenant Colonel Hading, who was in high spirits, suddenly remembered something - why didn't the idiotic officials on the dock come back? Do they still have any fantasies about the garbage goods transported?

There was nothing to do, and Lieutenant Colonel Hading was in a good mood and asked someone to drive him back to the dock where he was loading and unloading goods. But before he could get off the car, he saw that the bureaucrats who were originally looking ordinary were fighting and blushing at the moment.

"No one of you is allowed to fight again. These 20,000 light boilers are all mine."

"Paramon, don't even think about it! You can't eat so much, at most you can give you five thousand, and you have to give us the others."

"You can divide the boiler whatever you want, but the 5,000 tons of matches are mine. I have contacted the seller in Texas, and I promise to be able to sell this batch of goods."

"I can transport coal. I have something to do in northern Mexico. Where is the coal mine piled with more than 100,000 tons of high-quality coal. Give up, you can't compete with me."

"Why don't we set up a business alliance, ..."

"The genius wants to form an alliance with you. You are the weakest among us. You are not qualified to discuss the issue of supply allocation."

Dozens of people were chattering at the scene, and Paramount, the production manager of Merida City, even fought with people. No one present was willing to give up such a little bit of profit.

This made Lieutenant Colonel Harding, who had left early, stunned. He got out of the car with a bottle of wine and asked in confusion: "What are you all doing?"

The bureaucrats who were still quarreling on the dozens of days immediately stopped and whistled one by one. Paramount, who was a little messy and looked embarrassed, said: "Mr. Hading, since you have voluntarily withdrawn from this batch of supply distribution, please don't join again."
Chapter completed!