Mr. Dave was sitting upright in his conference room, his eyes focused. He was presiding over a regular working meeting of the General Prosecutor's Office of the Army. At the long oval table in front of him were a dozen smart and capable people from the legal and police circles.
Discuss certain judicial issues.
Boring discussion….
As the Attorney General personally appointed by the Army Commander, old man Dave had to sit on this hot chair. He is obviously a Jew, a very good banker, financial expert, and a person in the financial industry, but he was chosen to be the Attorney General.
long.
To be honest, he would rather be a scammer!
When he first took office, Old Dave wanted to make some achievements in his new position before being transferred to other places. But the judiciary was the weakest link in the army. As the Attorney General, he had too many mundane tasks to do.
It's basically hard work like establishing norms.
There is countless paperwork to be done...
It’s really fatal!
It would be fine if it was just dull, but the Aurora Legion is developing at a rapid pace, especially the rapid development of business activities and the increasingly sound financial system. Old Dave sees it in his eyes and feels itchy in his heart. His biggest hobby is doing business, and he will not let
It's more difficult for him to make money than it is to cost him his life.
But Old Dave didn't dare to act recklessly. Clooney's lesson is not far away. Who knows when Lula's mad dog will suddenly show up? There are still good days ahead, and no one wants to end it just now.
Just before today's meeting, Old Dave received news - the Legion is re-opening trade negotiations with the 'Enclave', and it is fully liberalizing.
This is earth-shattering news. It involves an extremely huge trade volume and a dizzyingly complex capital flow - it is like a big river flowing with gold. Old Dave can't wait to jump into the river and take a dip.
Hearing the news, Old Dave scratched his head like a cat's paw, and used a lot of willpower to restrain himself from continuing the meeting. But while he was in the meeting, he thought in his heart - why not let me negotiate? I am the Enclave
I came out, I am familiar with the place, and I have a wide network of contacts!
Old Dave almost beat his chest and wished he could vomit three liters of blood. After finally waiting for the meeting to end, he immediately returned to his office. After holding it in for a while, he couldn't help but let his family get in touch with the Enclave.
Know the current situation with the Enclave.
Old Dave's family has extensive branches, and he really has connections everywhere. The news of his return from the Enclave made him sigh with emotion. Compared with the ever-changing Aurora Legion, the Enclave, which seemed powerful at first, now looks like a brain defect.
The giant, stupid and stupid.
"Our agriculture has recovered well, but unfortunately there is no market. There are too many poor people who cannot afford our products. We are not willing to sell to them."
"Logistics is poor, business is depressed, and local protectionism is serious. The central government doesn't care about this at all, and we as businessmen are helpless."
"Some people are trying to open some factories to increase employment, but there are not many qualified technicians, and the market is not smooth. It seems that every enterprise is currently operating very hard."
"By the way, there is also the issue of corruption. Regardless of whether they have power or not, almost everyone wants to come to us to gain benefits. I have to form a private guard to protect my property, which increases the cost of our goods."
It can be seen from the information collected from various aspects that after the Enclave suffered a "Dongfeng Express" that paralyzed the government, all aspects are in a state of chaos or regression. This situation urgently requires external assistance, or external market stimulation.
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"Dave, can you help us in the Aurora Corps? Do you know what we need to occupy the Mexican market?" A cousin of Old Dave sent him a message, asking for help.
The market in Mexico? There is no market in Mexico at all. All product sales are controlled by the Legion, and the Mexicans at the bottom have very poor spending power and don’t have much oil and water at all.
Who is the most profitable? Of course it is the Legion itself. When old Dave said that the Legion had decided to purchase 10 million barrels of Texas oil, his relatives in North America expressed surprise and envy?
"Ten million barrels? This must be just the first batch, right?"
"My guess is that this is indeed a very small part of the Corps' procurement program."
"What else does the Legion need?"
"In minerals, the Corps seems to have begun to liberalize the import demand for raw materials such as oil, natural gas, iron ore, copper ore, and coal."
"Oil? I should be able to get oil too. Dave, can you get the order?"
"I think I can get coal, and copper too."
"Hell, I don't have any minerals here. Dave, does the Legion need agricultural products? For example, cotton or something like that."
None of Old Dave's relatives were cheap. He only contacted a few Enclave relatives at first, but soon dozens of relatives appeared on the radio one after another.
Some of them were known to Old Dave, some of them had heard of them, and some of them didn’t know who they were at all. But these people all came to the door one after another.
These guys are widely distributed and can be found almost everywhere in North America. Old Dave recorded their names, addresses, identities, and abilities one by one.
As he was recording and sighing, Old Dave was about to shed tears. In fact, he had a lot of business opportunities at the moment, but the commander of the regiment put shackles on him, and he could only watch and accomplish nothing.
We chatted on the radio all night, and in the end everyone was not sleepy but in high spirits. Although the information provided by Old Dave was not certain, and there were many difficulties in doing business, the Aurora Legion began to open up its own internal market.
Great news.
Judging from the current commercial and trade agreements signed between the Aurora Legion and the two giants in North America, the official trade volume is already eye-watering. As long as you get orders and markets from it, anyone can make a fortune.
Many people are eagerly planning to go to Mexico City to conduct business inspections in person to decide the next move.
And when old Dave finally felt tired and wanted to rest, his cousin asked him privately: "Dave, I don't have any minerals or agricultural products. Is there any other business I can do?"
"Human trade is also good. The legion is very hungry for young, healthy female population." Old Dave knew what his cousin meant, and pointed out a less glorious way to make money.
But the cousin sighed: "I don't have women here. There are only military camps nearby, and they are all men. We all want to get some women from somewhere, even black women. Those soldiers are already so hungry that they mess with each other."
To the point of doing it. Or do you need weapons?"
"I see that the legion has no shortage of weapons."
"Where are the heavy weapons?"
"How heavy?"
"Tank, I know a few officers in the military camp. As long as they are fed, they are willing to sell their souls to the devil."
"I see that the legion has quite a few tanks, but they are a bit old."
"Ours is a very new, latest M1A3 Abrams."
"This..., it won't work if the quantity is small."
When Old Dave finished his last sentence, he could hear his cousin gritting his teeth viciously, "I'm going to have a talk with those officers. I don't believe they really like this shabby military camp without even a ghost. I said
You have to earn this first pot of gold no matter what."