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"The local tobacco in Sicily is deeply loved by our soldiers. But you also know that the soldiers are all smokers, and the amount they consume every day is really too much. I wonder if it can be cheaper if they are purchased centrally?"

Russell's background is Councilor Hagen, and Hagen is one of the top five figures in Sicily. Of course, Chris has to save face and say good things.

Of course, Chris had to show him enough respect, because Russell could take him out of this damn dull place with a single word.

"Of course, the retail prices are 10 lire and 5 lire respectively. If the military camp purchases in a centralized manner, the price will be discounted by [-]%. But the money must be paid in one lump sum."

Chris was a little excited when he heard that, and said, "That's great! Thank you, Mr. Corleone."

"You're welcome, I have something to see you too."

"Please speak."

Chris got up and made a cup of black tea himself, and put it in front of Russell.

"Are there a lot of discarded cotton clothes and quilts in the armory?"

Chris was startled, nodded: "Yes, you want to..."

"Yes, the people of Tripoli have experienced a lot of weather after leaving the asylum of Italy. Now that winter is coming, they are still living a life of displacement, so I want to send them some warmth."

Chris said with a smile: "Mr. Corleone, you are so kind, I admire you very much. There are not many people with your kindness in this era. No problem, anyway, those cotton quilts are in the warehouse There are also worms, you can buy them...but you need to say hello to the quartermaster."

Russell smiled and said, "How is your relationship with him?"

"Fortunately, I have a good relationship with him and drink almost twice a week."

Chapter 37 It is very risky to find a military camp to cooperate

Looking at the tenderness in Chris's eyes, Russell seemed to understand a little bit. It seemed that he had a good relationship with the quartermaster.

"Do you think he'll say yes?"

Chris was a little embarrassed, and said: "He doesn't agree with me being transferred, but for the sake of my future, I have no choice. To be honest, our soldiers did not perform very well on the front line. If there is no accident, wait When the war is over, the army will be dismantled, and those of us middle-level managers who are civilians without meritorious service will be eliminated..."

Hearing this, Russell knew that Chris was a smart person, and it was very easy to talk to smart people.

"Since this is the case, we need to talk as soon as possible. The main purpose is to put the money in your own pocket."

Chris said with a smile: "Okay, then I will organize the game tonight, how about we find a place to talk in detail?"

"With all due respect, I have other things to do besides shopping for cotton clothes and quilts."

Chris was taken aback, "Please tell me."

"I don't know if the rusty fire sticks in the ammunition depot need to be dealt with by someone? We are very good at doing this kind of thing. You also know that the people in Tripoli have a hard life, but the British still bully them. I think we should give some help. "

After listening, Chris sat down in a daze.

"Mr. Corleone, we are the army...I have no objection to you doing this kind of business, and I won't intervene. But you can't put your hand in the army. If you are found out, we will all die."

Russell lit a mint cigarette and said, "Who is the director of the barracks?"

"Colonel Deckard."

"What does he like?"

"Gold and beauty."

Russell said with a smile: "It seems that his interests and hobbies are very similar to mine. Can you ask him out? Or tell him bluntly that I want to meet him, and you can identify me."

Chris couldn't refuse, and now Russell is still in the probationary period for him. Whether he can become a member of the regional council depends on how he does it.

"Okay, I can try."

Russell put the cigarette butts in the ashtray, stood up and said, "Tonight at the most exclusive restaurant in Catania, I will have a banquet for Colonel Decca, you and the quartermaster."

Chris nodded: "I'll do my best..."

"No, no, you must not only use all your strength, but also use all means. As long as Dika can come, no matter whether we can negotiate cooperation, the position of the subordinate member of the district is yours!"

Chris's eyes brightened slightly, and he said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Corleone. I will do my best to invite Colonel Dika to the scene."

Russell nodded, turned and left.

Chris personally walked him to the gate and watched him get into the car.

After Russell left by car, Chris turned to the sentinel at the gate and said, "Go and call Octo to my office."

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel."

The sentinel was deliberately arranged by Chris at the gate today, and he had already expected to meet Russell.At the same time, the sentinel is also his confidant, otherwise it would be impossible to know that Russell's surname is Corleone.

Russell passed by the port of Catania by car. The huge port is very lively. Cruise ships and cargo ships are docked here, and sometimes warships will temporarily stop to replenish supplies.

Some time ago, Russell registered an import and export trading company in Casticuto Town, and added six [-]-ton ships, bringing the total to eight ships.

These ships will not all go to and from Tunisia, but several will go to Tripoli. In order to open up the market in Tripoli, the chairman of the chamber of commerce, Ankosi, deliberately took people there and found a cooperative buyer.

So the meeting with Colonel Dika, the head of the military battalion, is imminent. It is said that the scrap copper and iron in the ammunition depot are collected, but it is actually just an excuse. The real purpose is to establish a cooperative relationship with Colonel Dika.

Only in this way can the eight ships of the trading company berth at the port of Catania, because the small town dock is in a shallow water area, and large ships cannot enter at all, and the transportation is complicated and troublesome, which is a waste of time.

It is much more convenient to load and unload goods in Catania, and the transportation is also convenient.

evening.

Russell reserved a seat in the most upscale hotel in Catania, a luxurious private room on the third floor.

Philisto came from the small town to deliver the money, but did not leave, but stayed in the hotel with Olijato for emergencies.

It was getting dark, and two cars stopped in front of the hotel.

Eight people got out of the car, three of them were the master, Chris, the quartermaster, and Colonel Dika, and the remaining five were their deputies or confidants.

"Godfather, here they come."

Russell got up, changed his smiling face, and went out to greet him.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw three people head-on, followed by five soldiers in civilian clothes.

Colonel Dika was a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean haircut and two beards, while the quartermaster was a handsome young man about Chris's age.

Chris took the initiative to introduce.

"Mr. Corleone, this is Colonel Decca."

"Hello, Colonel Deckard, my name is Russell Corleone."

There were no outsiders on the third floor. The moment they went upstairs, Philisto asked his men to go down to guard the stairs.

Dika looked at Russell, and spoke after a while.

"Has the mafia come out with great fanfare now? It doesn't take the head of state too seriously."

When Chris heard this, he patted his head annoyed.

"Oh! Mr. Colonel, it's my fault. Mr. Corleone is a hero who retired from the North African battlefield. He received the Mussolini Medal and the Military Medal."

Dika was taken aback, and turned to look at Chris with some complaints in his eyes.

"Hero surnamed Corleone, it seems that you have been forgiven on the battlefield. Then we can try to talk."

Russell smiled and said, "Come in, please."

The four entered the private room, and all the plainclothes soldiers they brought were blocked by Felisto, but the door was not closed.

This is for both sides to have some confidence, so as not to guard against each other.

A few people sat down and chatted first.

After the food and wine were served, the topic was thrown out.

"I regard Octo as a nephew whose father died in battle to save me."

Octo is the quartermaster, which is why Chris approached him first. Only by using his relationship can he invite Dika out. Otherwise, before seeing the gold, who would come out to meet the mafia under the suspicion of collaborating with the enemy?

If it weren't for the relationship fetters, Octo would have become a full-fledged quartermaster?

After Dika finished speaking, he looked up at Russell.

"I understand this feeling very well, Colonel Deckard. Please allow me to use my impolite behavior to make you happy."

Russell waved his hand to the door, and Ollie came in with a cash box.

He put the cash box on the table and left.

Colonel Dika frowned and tilted his head: "You want to bribe me?"

"No, this is not a bribe. Maybe you will know everything when you open the box."

Dika took the cash box and opened it, then he was stunned, his frown immediately relaxed, and a smile appeared on his originally stern face.

"Oh! Mr. Corleone, this is a toast to our friendship."

This was the first time Dika raised a glass to toast after sitting down. The astonishing change of attitude made Octo and Chris a little uncomfortable, but they had to learn, because it would definitely be useful in the future.

"Haha, respect for friendship."

After drinking, Dika took the initiative to ask: "I heard that you plan to transport the cotton coats and quilts from the military supply depot to Tripoli to bring warmth to those poor and cold?"

"Yes, not only that, after they left the asylum of Italy, they were bullied by the coalition forces, and they especially wanted to smash the heads of those coalition forces with the fire sticks from the ammunition depot!"

"Hahaha... Mr. Corleone is very humorous, but those firesticks..."

Russell said bluntly: "Maybe these scrap copper and iron can make the pockets of soldiers in the barracks bulge. Of course, the colonel's pockets must not be full, because they have to use marching packaging."

Colonel Dika laughed and said, "How much is that?"

"Twenty percent, twenty percent of pure profit!"

"No, no, this is too little. My soldiers have a big appetite, and they can't get enough of this."

"Then you say."

"At least [-]%! I risked my head to give you those scrap copper and rotten iron. I want to take [-]%!"

Sure enough, he was very greedy, but Russell was not interested in the scrap metal in the Italian army's ammunition depot. His real purpose was to gain a foothold in the port of Catania.

"Colonel Dika, you have to know that my staff have worked very hard and have to travel long distances and drift at sea for several days. You also know that the navy at sea is not easy to talk about, so you have to leave a copy for them. Besides, we have to risk being shot dead The risk of sending the goods to Tripoli, which is the territory of the coalition forces."

Dika frowned and thought, "Five percent, you are at risk, and I am at risk. Our risks are the same, and we both have to lose our heads."

"No problem. But Mr. Colonel, our transportation is very inconvenient, and we need to open a hole in the port of Catania."

"How many berths do you need?"

"At least six."

"That's too much. I heard you have a good relationship with Congressman Hagen?"

The meaning of asking this is that he wants to know Hagen through Russell. After all, there are only two regional councilors, but there are more than 50 military camps of the size of Catania in Sicily.

"Of course, very good."

Dika thought for a while and said: "Four berths, but you have to pay on time. As a reminder, in addition to the navy and our soldiers, there are two families in the port. They got married three months ago and have a very close relationship with the navy. good."

"Thank you for your reminder."

Next, Russell casually mentioned the fiancée of Little Fuyard, and Dika waved on the spot to ask Russell to take it away tonight. Originally, they just wanted to extort money and earn some extra money, and it was impossible to really hand it over to the German army.

Now that Dika took Russell's money, of course he wanted to make a favor.

He also knew that Chris was leaving the barracks, and it was right to earn more oil and water before leaving. After all, Chris got [-]% of the low-priced cigarettes from Russell, and even if he sold [-]% of them to the barracks, he could still earn [-]%. His best friend is Quartermaster Octo.

After they agreed on the delivery time, Dika left the hotel with several people.

Russell asked Philisto to send someone to the military camp to pick up Fuardo's fiancée, and asked someone to prepare an identity certificate from Casticuto Town for her, so that she would have a local identity.

Philisto did not leave Catania, because Russell asked him to check the marriage family in the port.

Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.

Chapter 38 Malena: Wait, Please Wait

The business of this married family is very big, because of the support of the navy, they directly send passengers from Catania to the Apennine Peninsula and Greece.

Of course, it's not just as simple as picking up passengers, they also use passenger ships to smuggle oil and make huge profits from it.

"Where does the oil come from?"

Philisto shook his head: "There is no trace to be found, Godfather. But I think it should be mined privately in the local area."

"Everyone in their family has been checked?"