Sincerity of Chicago Typewriter

The whole warehouse was filled with a sweet smell!

This smell was enough to drive everyone crazy!

"Oh my God, you always surprise me. Is this true? Is it really candy?"

Anastasia walked over excitedly and took down a sack. Unlike the common packaging, there was no logo on the bag. According to the agreement with Song Chengjun, no matter whose candy it was, there could be no logo on the packaging.

It was said that it was to conceal the truth and prevent the American merchants from destroying it after knowing it, but in fact it was to conceal the truth when trading here.

After opening a bag of candy, Anastasia grabbed a handful and said to her subordinates excitedly.

"It's really candy, definitely the best candy!"

Not to mention Anastasia, even the big men holding Thompsons were all beaming with joy, like bears seeing honey.

It's just candy, do you need to be so excited?

Looking at the Thompson in their hands, George understood that this excitement was absolutely the most sincere. If anyone felt it was insincere, the Chicago typewriter would teach him how to spell this word.

"Here..."

Anastasia, holding the Chicago typewriter, looked at him with excitement and said.

"All the sugar belongs to me!"

Are you trying to rob me?

But for the excited Anastasia, he didn't even notice that he was using the Chicago typewriter to show his "sincerity".

"I mean buy, I want to buy all the sugar, all, not only that, from now on, no matter how much sugar you ship in, we will buy it, the price is the standard market price until the control ends, this is the promise the Godfather gives you!"

Anastasia said solemnly.

Market price!

This price is higher than expected.

"This week's sugar price is 57 cents per pound!"

After Anastasia gave the quotation directly, she said again.

"These candies are worth millions of dollars, so, Godfather, please give us one night to raise funds. I'm sorry, everything happened too fast. You know, we just bought a car worth more than half a million dollars from you. Even if you run a bank, it's hard to raise so much money in just a few days..."

Although Anastasia was a little lacking in confidence when he said these words, he patted his chest and said.

"But don't worry, the safety of these goods will be handed over to us next. I promise that there will be no less sugar..."

In order to prove her determination, Anastasia even patted the Chicago typewriter in her hand.

George was a little speechless. Good guy, are you protecting or forcing people to buy and sell!

Security forces must be tightened!

It's hard to find manpower!

Nowadays, all young and middle-aged people have joined the army. It's not easy to find bodyguards. If you are not careful, the bodyguards may become kidnappers.

Who knows?

This matter is a bit difficult to handle!

...

After hanging up the phone, Collis said.

"Godfather, the Genovese family agreed to lend us $300,000 and will send someone to deliver it in three hours."

While speaking, he added something on the note.

"We have now raised a total of $1.5 million, which is almost enough."

"Not enough, call the Jews and ask them to borrow $500,000."

While speaking, Carlo Gambino lit a cigar with a lighter, and the dim light of the desk lamp reflected his face. In the red dots that flickered when the cigar was smoked, he seemed to be thinking about something. From time to time, he would look at the military advisor. Now he was using all his connections to borrow money.

Soon, Collis hung up the phone.

"The Jews promised to deliver the money in two hours, but... they want us to resell them 20 cars."

Gambino raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"These damn Jews always like to take advantage of others' misfortunes!"

After hanging up the phone again, Collis looked at the Godfather and said.

"Godfather, okay, we have collected enough money."

Gambino nodded and said nothing.

"Godfather, I don't understand why you value this deal so much?"

"More than 1,300 tons of sugar!"

Looking at the military advisor, Gambino said.

"The first cigarette was a test, and the car was also a test. What about this time?"

Taking a puff of cigar, Gambino said.

"This time is a test, or the big man behind George is testing our ability. If we can pass the test smoothly, maybe we can get thousands or even thousands of tons of sugar every month in the future. We only need to increase the price by 10% to get hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of profits. The most important thing is that this is a legal business!"

Putting the cigar between his fingers, Gambino cast his eyes into the distance and asked.

"Are you sure there are no sugar ships coming from Cuba or Brazil these two days?"

In fact, if there were ships, Gambino would have already transported sugar from Cuba, but the problem is that he only has a few small boats. Even if he transports sugar all day long, he can't transport much sugar, so he chose light cigarettes and more expensive coffee.

"Yes, Godfather, there are too many German submarines off the coast of New York, and South American ships often choose to dock at southern ports first."

"Well, it seems that the big man behind him should have his own channels. But this is not important. What's important is that our business is legal!"

Nodding slightly, Gambino, who has already figured out the answer in his mind, continued.

"We can also establish connections with those food merchants. This connection is not only for now, but also for after the war. After the war, this legal business will become the most important source of income for our family. Chris, my child, we can't always do shady business!"

After that, Gambino stopped talking. He has his own plan for the future. This plan is to whitewash his family and live a decent life like other rich people. His children will become congressmen, senators, and even judges.

But the premise is... he must do legal business.

And the current business is legal!

This business will make his family a real family!

Imagining the future, Gambino secretly rejoiced in his heart.

"God bless, those big guys chose me instead of others..."