"Matches, soap, pickled fish, dried shrimp, nails, hammers, saws, iron bowls, iron spoons, iron forks, old clothes, kerosene lamps, light boilers,......。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info can't believe that we produce so much that matches alone are a whole five thousand tons. A docker exclaimed at the Port of Havana.

"You don't look at how many trees we've cut down, and all the forests around Havana have been destroyed." Another docker said.

"If you cut it, you cut it, as long as it can get the supplies we need." The former dock worker finished his work, sitting on the dockside and watching the 'Bird of Paradise' freighter slowly departing the port, the cargo ship with a load of nearly 50,000 tons was fully loaded for nearly two months.

There were more than one or two workers on the docks, in fact all the residents of Havana who had spare time ran to the docks. Even many smugglers who heard the news hurriedly stocked up and went to sea, ready to make a profit.

The Bird of Paradise was the hope of the entire legion, and all the stocks of the Havana refinery were emptied in order to fill its oil tanks. Next, it depends on whether Mexico can get the support and help of subsequent development.

Two days later, the Bird of Paradise arrived in Progreso, bypassing the surveillance of the Cancun blockade fleet. The 'Enclave' officials in the port, who had already received the news, were extremely excited, and the whole city of Merida was counted as one, and the entire bureaucracy was pulled into the water by His Excellency the Governor. Whoever dares not to come at this time is the public enemy of others.

Headed by Lieutenant Colonel Harding, all the officers stared at the first container unloaded from the port hoister. Open the cabinet, inside is a large number of matches.

After a few hissing, Lieutenant Colonel Harding frowned and polished a match, and finally threw it on the ground and trampled it out. He asked suspiciously, "Are we short of matches?" Can this thing be sold? How much money can I make even if I sell it? ”

The officials who came with them were silent, either expressionless or disappointed. Then more containers were unloaded, and more supplies were revealed. Looking at all the ordinary, even outdated goods, Lieutenant Colonel Harding's face became even more ugly.

"Didn't you say there was whiskey? I want high-end luxury, luxury goods that can open up a wide range of sales, what use do these things do to me? Lieutenant Colonel Harding kicked a container and nearly fell with a clatter.

"Alfonso, where is that bastard? We took such a big risk to allow a hostile cargo ship to sail to our docks, and he brought me all this rags? Lieutenant Colonel Harding looked left and right and didn't find Zhou Qingfeng's shadow, and immediately began to shout and scold.

The 'Enclave' officials who came after all entered the spectator mode, looking at their noses, noses, mouths, and mouths. They didn't say anything, and at most they were forced by Harding to express their opinions.

Harding was a soldier who judged the value of goods only according to his own preferences. In his opinion, whiskey is the best goods, cigarettes are good, and the value of instant noodles is low, and these daily necessities in front of him are simply garbage in the garbage, which has no meaning.

After being angry and scolding for a while, Harding drove away from the dock and went to the Governor's Mansion to settle accounts with Zhou Qingfeng. However, he had just returned from the docks to the town of Progreso when he saw several trucks driving up to his headquarters.

"Lieutenant Colonel Harding, I'm Rubin. I have sent you 10,000 bottles of whiskey, all of which are in good condition, please check them out. "As an errand boy, Rubin is also the number one person in the city of Merida, and as a close associate of His Excellency the Governor, there are not a few people who want to befriend him.

Hearing that his own whiskey had arrived, Harding's face was slightly better. He opened the back compartment with his own hands, took out a bottle of 'Supreme' brand whisky and smiled excitedly.

"What do you think?" Rubin asked duly.

Harding didn't answer, he bit the cap of the bottle and poured a few mouthfuls into his stomach, and the hot feeling immediately came out of his stomach, and a heat spread throughout his body. He let out a long sigh and sighed, "This is the real good thing, all you brought from the freighter is garbage." ”

Rubin is still waiting to be praised, who knows that he actually got a 'garbage' evaluation, although it is not wine, but what is transported on the freighter is not garbage? The expression on his face immediately retracted, and he asked cautiously, "Your Excellency Harding, you don't like the goods shipped this time?" ”

"Yes, it's all worthless stuff, and I think you should bring it all over, and we can sell the whiskey everywhere the Enclave rule, and make a lot of money." Harding affirmed.

"Oh...... if you need a large quantity of liquor, according to the agreement that our Governor has made with you, a ton of spirits for a ton of diesel. As long as you have diesel, we can provide enough spirits. "Rubin has no intention of saying anything about Harding's point of view, just repeating the previous agreement.

"Got it, got it, a ton of spirits for a ton of diesel, this condition is very suitable, I have agreed." Harding waved his hand and told Rubin to fuck off, and then continued to pour his whiskey.

Rubin unloaded his goods and left, and Harding became more and more excited the more he drank, thinking that he could make a lot of money selling whiskey, get a higher official position, and achieve a greater career, and his heart was extremely proud.

After drinking for a long time, Lieutenant Colonel Harding, who was in high spirits, suddenly remembered one thing - why didn't those idiot officials on the dock come back? Do they have any illusions about the garbage that arrives?

There was nothing to do, and Lieutenant Colonel Harding, who was in a good mood, had him driven back to the dock where he was loading and unloading his cargo. Just before he got out of the car, he saw that the bureaucrats, who had been ordinary at the beginning, were blushing at the moment.

"None of you are allowed to fight anymore, these 20,000 portable boilers are all mine."

"Paramount, don't you think! If you can't eat so much food, you will be given 5,000 at most, and the rest will be shared by us. ”

"You can divide the boiler however you want, but the five thousand tons of matches are mine. I've already contacted the Texas seller and I promise to be able to sell the lot. ”

"I can bring in coal, and I have connections in northern Mexico, where there are hundreds of thousands of tons of high-quality coal piled up in the coal mines. Give up, you can't fight me. ”

"Why don't we form a business alliance,......。"

"The ghost wants to form an alliance with you, you are the weakest among us, and you are not qualified to discuss the issue of supply distribution."

Dozens of people were chattering at the scene, and Paramount, the production supervisor of Merida, even had a bloody fight with someone, and no one present was willing to give up that little bit of interest.

This stunned Lieutenant Colonel Harding, who left early, and he got out of the car with a wine bottle and asked suspiciously, "What are you all doing?" ”

The dozens of bureaucrats who were still arguing immediately died down and whistled one by one to look at the sky and the ground. Some of the clothes were messy and the appearance was messy, and Paramount, who was embarrassed, actually said: "Mr. Harding, since you have taken the initiative to withdraw from this batch of supply distribution, please don't join in any more messy." ”

When the others who were still arguing heard this, they nodded in agreement. Only poor Harding stood aside, with the illusion of picking up the sesame seeds and losing the watermelon. (To be continued.) )