Marvel Plane Trader Chapter 56

  Chapter 56 I have many serious businesses

   "How is it? Is there any difficulty with the new batch?" In the restaurant, Josie asked Lyndon Schneider who was sitting beside him.

  The agreed time has not yet arrived, but both of them are sitting in the office, so naturally they will arrive earlier for gatherings and meetings.

  Dicks can't do it anymore. As the influence of the Blackwater Gang continues to expand, they are also traveling around all the year round and will not stay in Chicago for a long time.

   Now also belongs to the trapeze.

   It is normal to arrive later.

As for that Sergeant Dietrich... No, thanks to Josie, he has now become a district police commissioner from the sheriff, which is equivalent to the chief of the branch. With this status, he is not suitable to appear in the In this restaurant, unless Josie thinks it is necessary, otherwise the other party will rarely attend meetings with several people.

"Most of them are fine, but those industrial equipment and chickens need a little time." Linden Schneider replied, although it was strange why Josie suddenly wanted some chickens, but he was very interesting and didn't ask, let alone I felt that this request violated the rules that Josie had set for the Blackwater Gang.

After the Pearl Harbor incident, except for a small number of Akita dogs or Madonnas, no American citizen took a chicken as a human being. Immigrants from other Asian countries hated chickens even more... Asians in the United States during this period He was already relatively discriminated against, but the foot pot chicken directly brought this situation to a peak by virtue of its own power.

Not to mention that in Asia during this period, the foot-pot chickens did not regard people from other countries as human beings at all, and the foot-pot chickens never repented, not to mention ghost toilets, such miserable places as Hashima, in the 21st century The foot pot chicken actually tried to apply for it as a world heritage, which shows that in the bones of this race, it has never regarded itself as a human being.

  So Josie didn't have any psychological pressure at all to extradite some of the foot pot chickens to Yuri.

   "As long as there is no problem, there is no need to be too anxious about time, just take your time. Have you received any other good products?" Josie nodded, and then asked.

   "There is really a batch of special goods, a batch of M1897 used for military training in the early years. I don't know if you are interested, boss." Linden Schneider nodded.

"Shotgun? That's not interesting." Hearing the M1897, Josie's first thought was the Winchester M1897, and he couldn't help shaking his head. It doesn't really make much sense to travel the world.

   "Ahem, boss, it's not a shotgun, it's a cannon, Miss France!" Lyndon Schneider hastily reminded Josie that he might have misunderstood it.

  Hearing the name Miss France, Josie's eyes lit up immediately.

   It turned out that Lyndon Schneider was talking about the M1897 75mm produced by the French Schneider company... Hey, this manufacturer is actually Schneider's own.

   But this is not the point.

  The focus is on this gun. For the Xia people, there is another more famous name-the Italian gun of the second battalion commander.

  However, although this gun has a great reputation and was widely equipped by various countries during World War I, there is an unavoidable fact that in the later period of World War I, this gun could no longer keep up with the times.

  After the First World War, this gun became an obsolete product directly. It was either dismantled or sold to Asia.

   Only the United States, which was still pursuing isolationism before, retained many French ladies for training before entering the war.

  With the outbreak of the war, the industrial potential of the United States has fully exploded. Now that the U.S. military has basically replaced various more advanced artillery, these old French ladies naturally lose their usefulness.

  But Josie doesn't dislike it.

   This kind of light field gun is backward, but light and easy to transport, and has a good attacking ability, which is very suitable for Daenerys.

Especially recently, Daenerys has almost recuperated, officially landed on Dragonstone Island, and is preparing to march into Westeros in an all-round way. Selling this batch of artillery to her, whether it is used to siege the city or to bombard the White Walkers, will be of great help. It is very useful.

   "That's really a good thing, how many doors? Are there enough shells?" Josie asked.

   "There are two hundred guns in total, and the number of shells is really not that many. Only the average number of shells per gun is less than five bases, and they are basically high-explosive shells and shrapnel shells." Lyndon Schneider said. ,

  A base number of US artillery is fifty rounds.

  That is to say, there are nearly two hundred and fifty rounds of shells available for each gun on average.

  In Europe, this kind of number is only the scale of a local conflict, but for Daenerys, it is enough to flatten the obstacles of the entire Westeros.

   "Yes, please contact the seller. The price is very high. After that, arrange a warehouse. I will send someone to transport it at that time." Josie nodded and settled down.

   Lyndon Schneider naturally has no objection, let alone ask Josie how to get lucky.

  Both he and Dix knew that Josie had a elusive "transportation team" in his hands.

   After a while, Dix also arrived, and Goss was beside him, and now the other party can be regarded as the third figure of the Blackwater Gang.

   "Sorry boss, I'm late!" After Dix arrived, he was still the same as before, very politely saying hello to Josie first.

  This attitude made Josie appreciate it very much.

"It's okay, we came early, sit down quickly, I heard that those Italians are not quiet anymore?" Josie waved his hand, motioned for the other party to sit down, and then poured him a glass of his favorite Homegrown Kentucky bourbon.

"Yes, the problem is mainly in New York. Those families have recruited a group of Jews. It is difficult for the Irish gangs to break their blockade." Dix took the wine, took a sip and said .

   "Tsk, it's Jewish again, it's really hard to clean up." Josie shook his head when he heard this. Although Jews are very annoying, you have to admit that these guys are indeed resilient.

"Fortunately, the overall problem is not big. Their influence is basically suppressed in New York State. The mafia in other places, including Philadelphia and Atlantic City, have gradually begun to lean towards us, because following us more Make money," Dix said with a laugh.

"It's a good thing. It's all for making money. It's not shabby, but you have to pay attention to information security and don't trust them too much. Otherwise, when you can't bring them to make money, you will be the first one they want to kill." Josie Said after taking a sip of the cookie that Anna sent before.

   He is not surprised that Italians in some areas will be close to Dix.

Just like when the Italians suppressed the Irish before, many Irish gangs would also take refuge in the Italians. After all, they are all low-level ethnic groups and have prejudices against each other, but they have not reached the point where they can be eliminated quickly. Put interests first.

   "By the way, boss, with the expansion of the Blackwater Gang, there are now a lot of businesses in the gang. Do you think you are interested?" Dix nodded and asked.

   "Well, haven't I already said that I have no interest in gang business. Except for some goods, all the interests of your other businesses belong to you," Josie said.

   "Hey, boss, don't rush to refuse, I'm talking about serious business!" Dix laughed.

   "Heh... look at your wretched appearance, can you be a serious business?" Josie joked, and then laughed with Linden Schneider on the side.

   "No, boss, I'm serious." Seeing that Josie didn't believe it, the two-meter-tall man became a little anxious.

   "Okay, okay, I'm not joking anymore, you say it, you say it!" Josie also immediately accepted it when she saw it.

   "I now own two Hollywood film companies, part of the shares of the Blue Broadcasting Network, a newspaper, and three factories. In addition, I plan to have a hand in Las Vegas." Dix said slowly.

   As soon as he finished speaking, he saw both Josie and Lyndon Schneider staring at him with wide-eyed eyes.

  (end of this chapter)

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