Chapter 1633: The First Pot of Gold

Mr. Dave sat upright in his conference room, his eyes focused. He was presiding over a routine working meeting of the Legion General Prosecutor's Office, and at the long oval table in front of him sat a dozen or so smart and capable people from the legal and police circles, and they were discussing certain judicial issues.

Boring discussion....

As the Attorney General personally appointed by the head of the legion, old man Dave had no choice but to sit on this ass-hot chair. He is obviously a Jew, and he is an excellent banker, financial management expert, and person in the financial industry, so he was chosen to be the Attorney General.

To be honest, he would rather be a fraudster!

When he first took office, Dave Sr. also wanted to make some contributions in his new position, and then transferred to other places. But the judiciary is the weakest link of the legion. Being the attorney general has too many mundane tasks to do, and it is basically hard work such as establishing norms.

There's an untold amount of paperwork to do...  

It's terrible!

It's fine if it's just boring, but the development of the Aurora Legion is changing with each passing day, especially the rapid development of business and trade activities, and the financial system is becoming more and more sound. Old Dave saw it in his eyes and itched in his heart. His greatest hobby is doing business, and not letting him make money is worse than killing him.

But old Dave didn't dare to act recklessly. Clooney's lesson from the past is not far away. Who knows when Lula's mad dog will suddenly appear? The good days are still to come, and no one wants to end this.

Just before today's meeting, old Dave got the news that the legion is resuming trade negotiations with the 'Enclave', and it is fully open.

This is earth-shattering news. It is related to the extremely huge trade volume and the dizzyingly complicated capital flow. It is like a big river flowing with gold. Old Dave can't wait to jump into the river and swim.

Hearing this news, old Dave scratched his heart like a cat's paw, and used a lot of willpower to restrain himself and continue the meeting. But while he was in a meeting, he wondered why he didn't let me negotiate? I am from the Enclave, I am familiar with it, and I have a wide network of contacts!

Old Dave almost beat his feet and chest, wishing he could vomit three liters of blood. After finally waiting for the meeting to end, he immediately returned to his office. After holding back for a while, he couldn't help asking his family to get in touch with the Enclave, wanting to know the current situation of the Enclave.

Old Dave's family branched far and wide, with connections really everywhere. The news of his return from the Enclave made him feel unstoppable. Compared with the ever-changing Aurora Legion, the Enclave, which seemed powerful at first, has now become like a giant with a brain disability, stupid and stupid.

"Our agriculture is recovering well,

Unfortunately there is no market. There are too many poor people who cannot afford our goods. We don't want to sell them either. "

"Logistics is not smooth, business is sluggish, and local protectionism is serious. The central government doesn't care about it, and we, as businessmen, are helpless."

"Some people are trying to open some factories to increase employment, but there are not many qualified technicians and the market is not smooth. At present, it is difficult for all enterprises to operate."

"By the way, there is also the issue of corruption. Regardless of power or not, almost everyone wants to come to us to gain benefits. I have to form a private guard to protect my property, which increases the cost of our goods."

It can be seen from various sources that the Enclave is in a state of chaos or regress after being hit by a "Dongfeng Express" that paralyzed the government. This situation urgently needs external assistance, or external market stimulation.

"Dave, can you help us in the Aurora Legion? Do you know what is needed to occupy the Mexican market?" A cousin of old Dave sent him a message, asking for help.

Mexican market? There is no market in Mexico at all, and all commodity sales are controlled by the Legion, and the consumption power of the lower-level Mexicans is very poor, and there is not much oil and water at all.

Who is the most oily? Naturally, the Legion itself. When old Dave said that the Legion had decided to purchase 10 million barrels of Texas oil, his relatives in North America expressed amazement and envy?

"Ten million barrels? Surely this is just the first batch?"

"According to my guess, this is indeed a very small part of the Legion's procurement program."

"What else does the Legion need?"

"Minerals, the Legion seems to have begun to let go of the import demand for raw materials such as oil, natural gas, iron ore, copper ore, and coal."

"Oil? I should be able to get oil too. Dave, can you get an order?"

"I think I can get coal, and copper."

"Hell, I don't have any minerals here. Dave, does the Legion need agricultural products? Like cotton or something."

None of old Dave's relatives was a fuel-efficient lamp. He only contacted a few Enclave relatives at the beginning, but soon dozens of related accounts popped up one after another on the radio station.

Some old Dave knew, some he had heard of, and some didn't even know who they were? But these people came to the door one after another.

These guys have a wide distribution and can be found almost everywhere in North America. Old Dave recorded their names, addresses, identities, and directors one by one.

While recording and sighing, old Dave was about to cry. There are actually a lot of business opportunities for him right now, but the legion commander put him in shackles, and he can only do nothing but watch.

After chatting on the radio all night, in the end, not only were everyone not sleepy, but they were all full of energy. Although the information provided by old Dave is not certain, and there are still many difficulties in doing business, it is great news that the Aurora Legion has started to open its own internal market.

Judging from the current business agreements signed between the Aurora Legion and the two North American giants, the official trade volume is already mouth-watering. And as long as they get orders and markets from it, anyone can make a lot of money.

Many people are eagerly planning to make a business trip to Mexico City in person to decide the next move.

And just when the old Dave finally felt tired and wanted to rest, his cousin asked him privately: "Dave, I don't have any minerals or any agricultural products. Is there any other business that I can do?"

"Population trade is also good. The legion is very eager for young, healthy female population." Old Dave knew what his cousin meant, and pointed to a not-so-glamorous way to make money.

But my cousin sighed: "I don't have any women here either. There are only military camps nearby, and they are all men. We all want to get some women from somewhere, even black women. Those soldiers are so hungry and thirsty that they mess with each other." The point. Or, do you need weapons?"

"I see no shortage of weapons in the Legion."

"What about heavy weapons?"

"How heavy?"

"Tank, I know a few officers in the barracks. They'd sell their souls to the devil if they were fed."

"I think there are quite a lot of tanks in the Legion, but they are a bit old."

"Ours is new, the latest m1a3 'Abrams'."

"This..., if the quantity is small, it won't work."

When old Dave finished the last sentence, he could hear his cousin grit his teeth viciously, "I'll go and have a good talk with those officers, I don't believe they really like this crappy barracks without ghosts. I said Everything has to earn the first pot of gold."