American Comics Plane Trader

On an afternoon in mid-July, Josie was enjoying afternoon tea in the garden while writing a letter to Margot.

After coming to the UK, Josie would write a letter to Margot basically every week to tell her she was safe, and Margot would write back.

There are no overseas telephone calls these days, and the text that can be sent by telegram is short, so the most common long-distance communication is actually a letter, and because Josie's way is relatively wild, he can directly borrow the military's air transportation channel and logistics network, basically In just a few days, this letter will be delivered to Margot steadily.

Of course, this is mainly because most of the correspondence with Margot is homely, and the nature of confidentiality is not high.

If it was a communication with Dix, it would directly become an encrypted telegram.

When Josie was writing the letter, Vito drove a jeep into the manor, asked the servant where Josie was, and then rushed to the garden.

"boss!"

"It seems that the matter has been settled?" Josie just finished writing the letter at this time, folded it and put it in an envelope, handed it to the waiter at the side, then picked up the empty cup on the table, poured a cup of iced tea and pushed it to the table On the other side, motioned Vito to sit down and said.

"It's done. It's a senior brother of the Razor Party. He's the ground staff of the Royal Air Force Base in Brize Norton. After half a month of investigation, he finally identified the plane and found an opportunity to maintain it. The things were put up, and the wiring was connected according to your requirements." Vito was not polite, sat down and drank the black tea in the cup, and then replied in a low voice.

"Good job! You have worked hard during this time, let you take two days off and go relax!" Hearing Vito's answer, Josie smiled slightly, took out his wallet, and took out a white paper worth a thousand face value from it. Pounds, handed over.

Before World War II, the United Kingdom, as the most developed country in the world, had a huge annual international trade volume, so even if the pound had a strong purchasing power, it was not enough to issue only one hundred or fifty denominations, so the largest denomination of the pound during this period was One thousand—in fact, a million-pound pound was issued after World War II, but it was specially printed to cooperate with the Marshall Plan, and only nine copies were made in total, as in Mark Twain's million-pound novel That one-million-pound note is what it is.

However, by next year, these old-fashioned white pounds will be announced to be out of service, because in the past few years at the end of World War II, Germany printed a full 1.4 billion pounds of counterfeit banknotes, which made the pound market extremely chaotic.

At that time, the newly issued British pound, from 1945 to the end of the 1960s, had a maximum denomination of only five pounds, because the original colonial system had collapsed, coupled with the rise of the US dollar, the British pound guaranteed its purchase. , the demand for large denomination banknotes is low.

But now that Josie is doing business in the UK, there are not so many US dollars in the UK market. Coupled with foreign exchange control and other factors, it is impossible for him not to accept British pounds at all.

Therefore, facing those British dignitaries waving large sums of pounds and begging Josie to sell them goods, Josie could only reluctantly agree.

But this is also a prerequisite.

First of all, Josie does not accept sterling in denominations of 5, 10, and 20, because these three denominations have the largest amount of sterling in the market, and the counterfeit currency printed in Germany is also in this denomination.

Although the rest of the denominations are accepted, the price has to be increased by 30%.

As for the pounds received, Josie will also find ways to spend them as soon as possible—such as buying British properties and daily consumption, all of which are in pounds.

However, when buying those properties, there is no 30% price increase, but at least 30% price reduction.

With the current market situation in the UK, many fixed assets cannot be sold at all, and few people buy them, which just gives Josie a chance to buy the bottom.

So again and again, Josie has earned at least 60% more profit.

Sure enough, it's really cool to make money from wars, and it's no wonder that those low-level officials risked violating the national ban to do this.

Well, Josie assures that she is not alluding to anyone, she is simply stating the status quo in the UK.

It is precisely because Josie has a lot of pounds in his hands now, so he is also very generous in rewarding his subordinates. Basically, they start with a hundred pounds, and those like Vito who have been busy for more than a week are worth a thousand pounds. Not much.

"Thank you boss!" Vito happily took the money and thanked him.

Although Josie and many American businessmen in similar situations dislike the British pound, Vito will not, because the thousand pounds is enough for him to call dozens of British girls every day—and they are Advanced goods, and they have several carnivals in a row God.

Of course, Vito wouldn't really do that, otherwise dozens of girls a day would be overwhelming.

"By the way, boss, when I came back, I met some old friends from the 82nd Division. I heard from them that both the 82nd Division and the 101st Division had returned to the UK for repairs." Vito, who put away the money, shared another piece of news he knew... …He had served in the 82nd Division before, so it is normal to know people.

"Oh? Really?" Josie touched his chin when he heard the words, and then said, "That's just right, go find Linden when you leave, he should still have some fruit, beef and ale, let him count it, give General Li Qiwei and General Taylor sent them there. In addition, let him invite the two generals and other Advanced officers on my behalf to hold a banquet at the Ritz Hotel tomorrow night to celebrate their triumph... By the way, send a separate message to Lieutenant Winters of E Company An invitation."

As the war draws to a close, the Allied forces have now completely controlled the Atlantic route, and more and more materials are being shipped into the UK. Coupled with Josie's previous large-scale bulk cargo, the UK's conventional material supply has been greatly improved. Although Josie's goods are still making money for him--after all, the cost is very low, it is impossible to make huge profits like when he first arrived in the UK.

Only those high-end products such as fresh fruits and beef have a relatively good market.

But Josie has basically made enough money. Except for tobacco, other businesses have begun to close. When the Allied forces regain Paris and put them on the European continent, these materials can be sold at a better price... After all, the cost of land transportation, Much better than sea freight.

As for the remaining materials in the external warehouse, Josie didn't bother to recycle, so he simply gave it to the military as a favor.

Especially Li Qiwei and Taylor, these two generals are promising figures.

It is absolutely right to make friends with each other at this time.

And very coincidentally, when Josie was entertaining the Advanced Corps of the two divisions the next day, a bombing squadron of the US Navy received a bombing mission. As a result, within an hour after the squadron took off, one of the bombers It exploded into a cloud of fireworks in the air, and the debris of the plane was scattered in the English Channel, not even a piece of debris could be found.

Such accidents were actually not uncommon during World War II, so no one thought there would be any tricks here.

It's just that a major named Joseph Kennedy was added to HNA's death list.

"Boss, thank you!" Lyndon Schneider said when reporting to Josie a few days later.

"Thank me? Thank me for what? I should thank you. In the past two months or so, you have made so much profit for me. It's very good. This is your bonus!" Josie smiled slightly and turned A suitcase was pushed to the other side.

However, Lyndon Schneider did not happily accept the box as Josie imagined, but looked hesitant.

"What happened?" Seeing this, Josie couldn't help but restrain her smile. It's impossible for Linden not to know that the box contained a huge sum of money. Given his character, he shouldn't behave like this.

So something must have happened.

"Boss, someone from my hometown is here and wants to see you!" Linden hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said.

hometown? Josie was not a little confused when he heard this.

But then come back to it.

If it was Josie herself, then she would definitely regard Xia Guo as her hometown.

But from Linden's mouth, it can only be another.

"Bavaria or Austria?" Josie asked thoughtfully.