"Matches, soap, pickled fish meat, dried shrimps, long nails, hammers, saws, iron bowls, iron spoons, iron forks, old clothes, kerosene lamps, portable boilers... I can't believe we produced so many things,
There are five thousand tons of matches alone." A dock worker at the Havana Port sighed.
"Don't look at how many trees we have cut down. The entire forest around Havana has been destroyed," another dock worker said.
"Let's cut it, as long as we can get the supplies we need." A former dock worker finished his work and sat on the edge of the dock watching the cargo ship 'Bird of Paradise' slowly sailing away from the port. This ship had a load of nearly
The 50,000-ton cargo ship was fully loaded with the goods produced by the 'Aurora Legion' in nearly two months.
There were more than one or two workers on the dock. In fact, all the residents of Havana who had free time came to the dock. There were even many smugglers who heard the news and hurriedly prepared their goods and went to sea, preparing to make a fortune.
The 'Bird of Paradise' has placed all the hopes of the entire Corps. In order to fill its oil tanks, all the inventory at the Havana Refinery has been emptied. Whether it can get support for subsequent development from Mexico depends entirely on it.
Already.
Two days later, the 'Bird of Paradise' bypassed the monitoring range of the Cancun blockade fleet and arrived in Progreso. The 'Enclave' officials at the port who had received the news early in the morning were extremely excited. One by one in the entire city of Merida, the entire bureaucracy
They have all been dragged into the water by His Excellency the Governor. Anyone who dares not to come at this time is the public enemy of others.
Led by Lieutenant Colonel Harding, all the officials stared at the first container unloaded from the port crane. When they opened the cabinet, there was a large number of matches.
After opening the package with a few hisses, Lieutenant Colonel Harding frowned and polished a match, and finally threw it on the ground and stamped it out. He asked doubtfully: "Are we short of matches? Can this be sold?
?How much money can you make even if you sell it?"
The officials who followed were silent, either expressionless or disappointed. Then more containers were unloaded, and more supplies were revealed in front of everyone. They all looked like very ordinary, even outdated goods. Harding said
The principal'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 a wide range of sales. What use are these things to me?" Lieutenant Colonel Harding kicked a container, and he almost fell down with a bang.
fall.
"Where's Alfonso, where is that bastard? We took such a big risk and allowed the enemy's cargo ship to sail to our dock, and he just brought me all this junk?" Lieutenant Colonel Harding looked left and right.
When he found Zhou Qingfeng's shadow, he immediately started yelling and cursing loudly.
The 'Enclave' officials who followed all went into spectator mode, looking at their noses, noses, mouths, and hearts. They didn't say anything. At most, they were forced to express their opinions by Harding and only echoed a few words.
Harding is a soldier and only judges the value of goods according to his own preferences. In his opinion, whiskey is the best goods, cigarettes are also good, but the value of instant noodles is low, and the daily necessities in front of him are simply rubbish among rubbish.
A little meaning.
After an angry Harding cursed for a while, he drove away from the dock and headed to the Governor's Mansion to settle the score with Zhou Qingfeng. However, as soon as he returned from the dock to the town of Progreso, he saw several trucks driving to the gate of his headquarters.
"Lieutenant Colonel Harding, I am Rubin. I have sent you 10,000 bottles of whiskey. They are all of high quality. Please accept them." As an errand boy, Rubin is now the number one person in Merida City.
As a close confidant of His Excellency the Governor, there are many people who want to curry favor with him.
Hearing that his own whiskey had arrived, Harding's face looked a little better. He opened the trunk himself, took out a bottle of 'Supreme' brand whiskey and laughed excitedly.
"What do you think?" Rubin asked promptly.
Harding didn't answer. He bit open the bottle cap and drank a few mouthfuls. A burning sensation immediately emerged from his stomach, and a heat spread throughout his body. He took a long breath and laughed.
He sighed: "This is the real good stuff. What you bring from the freighter is all rubbish."
Rubin was still waiting to be praised, but who knew that he would actually get a "garbage" evaluation? Although it was not about wine, the things shipped on the freighter were not garbage at all. The expression on his face immediately calmed down, and he asked cautiously
He said: "Sir Harding, you don't like the goods shipped this time?"
"Yes, those are all worthless things. I think you should bring all the wine over. We can sell whiskey to every place ruled by the Enclave and we will definitely make a lot of money." Harding affirmed.
said.
"Oh..., if you need a large amount of alcoholic goods, according to the agreement our Governor reached with you, one ton of spirits is exchanged for one ton of diesel. As long as you have diesel, we can provide enough spirits." Rubin had no intention of doing so.
To say anything about Harding's point is just to repeat previous agreement.
"I know, I know, one ton of spirits in exchange 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 drink his whiskey.
Rubin unloaded the goods and left, while Harding became more and more excited as he drank, thinking that he could make a lot of money selling whiskey, obtain a higher official position, and achieve a greater career. He was extremely proud of himself.
After just drinking for a long time, Lieutenant Colonel Harding, who was in high spirits, suddenly remembered something - why didn't those idiot officials on the dock come back? Do they still have any illusions about the garbage cargo that was shipped?
Nothing happened, and Lieutenant Colonel Harding was in a good mood and asked someone to drive him back to the dock where goods were being loaded and unloaded. However, before he got off the car, he saw that the bureaucrats who had looked normal before were now red-faced.
"None of you are allowed to argue anymore. These 20,000 portable boilers are all mine."
"Paramount, don't even think about it! You can't eat so much food. I'll give you five thousand at most, and the rest will be divided among us."
"You can divide the boiler however you want, but the five thousand tons of matches are mine. I have already contacted the seller in Texas, and I guarantee that I will be able to sell this batch of goods."
"I can transport coal. I have connections in northern Mexico. There are hundreds of thousands of tons of high-quality coal in the coal mines there. Give up, you can't compete with me."
"Why don't we form a business alliance..."
"The devil wants to form an alliance with you. You are the weakest among us. You are not qualified to discuss the distribution of supply."
Dozens of people were shouting at the scene, and Paramount, the production director of Merida City, was even beaten to a bloody head. No one present was willing to give up such a small amount of profit.
This stunned Lieutenant Colonel Harding, who had left early. He got out of the car with the bottle in his hand and asked in confusion: "What are you all doing?"
The dozens of bureaucrats who were still arguing immediately stopped and whistled, looking at the sky and the earth. Paramount, some of whom were in messy clothes and looked embarrassed, actually said: "Mr. Harding, since you have voluntarily withdrawn from this batch of supply allocation,
Please stop joining randomly."
When the others who had been making a big fuss heard this, they all nodded in agreement. Only poor Harding stood aside, feeling as if he had picked up sesame seeds and lost the watermelon.