Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

In a Sichuan restaurant in Chinatown, Fang Lang and Wan Chongxin were feasting on the three dishes and one soup on the table. After completing the transaction, Fang Lang said that he would treat Wan Chongxin to a good meal. For this

Wan Chongxin would certainly not refuse such a good thing.

"Mr. Fang, you said that you still have a big business to take care of me. I wonder if you can tell me what big business it is now!" For this transaction, Wan Chongxin directly received a sum of fourteen dollars from Fang Lang.

The intermediary fee, plus the fifty-dollar reward offered by Mr. Valentine, totaled sixty-four dollars, which is equivalent to two months' salary income of ordinary American workers today. Wan Chongxin is already very satisfied. If he can come again

The last deal would have been better.

"Mr. Wan, I wonder how much income you have every month now?" Originally, Fang Lang was also considering whether to find a tobacco dealer directly to purchase a batch of cigarettes. Or let this business become a long-term business. If it is a long-term business,

As for business, Fang Lang must ensure that there are dedicated personnel in charge of both the United States and Italy, and it is best to operate it as a company.

Originally, the biggest problem was that Fang Lang didn't have the manpower to be responsible for business development on both sides, but this time Wan Chongxin's performance satisfied Fang Lang, so he wanted to give him a chance.

"Uh! Well! To be honest, Mr. Fang, I won't hide it from you. The deal I helped you reach this time is my first pot of gold. It turns out that I only work odd jobs and don't have a formal job, so it's even more...

There is no fixed income." This question made Wan Chongxin a little embarrassed, but he did not hide anything and told the truth.

"Then if I set up an import and export trading company in the United States, how about you come and work for me?"

"Aren't you a soldier? Do you still have time to do business?"

"I'm not an American soldier, so what does it matter?"

"If I work for you, what will I be responsible for? How much will the salary be?" Wan Chongxin has no choice but to become an intermediary. If he can have a stable income, of course he won't mind.

"You just need to help me, purchase the goods I need according to my requirements, transport them to the warehouse for storage and management, and then make a clear handover with the person I arranged to receive the goods. The weekly salary is eight dollars, if you do a good job

I will give you a bonus."

Wan Chongxin lowered his head to consider for a while, then nodded in agreement: "No problem! I'm very happy to work for you."

Fang Lang was also very happy when he heard that Wan Chongxin agreed. This means that in the future, there will be a dedicated person in charge of purchasing in the United States. Even if he does not come to the United States next time, Wan Chongxin can let Wan Chongxin inform him after the purchase is completed.

I. I will arrange for Captain Cross and others to help carry the goods to Italy, and I will set up a branch in Italy to be responsible for receiving the goods and then selling them to the Gambino family. Wouldn't there be a complete trade route like this?

"Okay, then you will familiarize yourself with the tobacco market here in the United States with me today. Tomorrow I will set up an import and export trading company and sign a formal employment contract with you."

In this way, Fang Lang, accompanied by Wan Chongxin, spent an afternoon visiting tobacco dealers in the United States and learned that the main products sold in the market are British American Tobacco Company's Lucky Brand cigarettes, and

Reynolds Tobacco Company's Camel brand cigarettes, to Fang Lang's surprise, Marlboro cigarettes stopped supplying the market for unknown reasons.

After agreeing to meet at Wan Chongxin's home the next day, Fang Lang returned to the Charles Joyce at dark. At this time, everyone on the ship was already there, loading and unloading cargo, and having a heated discussion.

, how much money you raised, how much money I borrowed.

Everyone greeted Fang Lang warmly when they saw him coming back. Fang Lang also responded enthusiastically and told everyone that he would collect everyone's investment tomorrow morning and let everyone take turns to find him during breakfast tomorrow.

After getting a clear answer, everyone stopped surrounding Fang Lang. Fang Lang found Captain Cross and wanted to discuss with him whether he could introduce some other captains to him.

"Mr. Captain, what I mean is that if my business can be successful this time, then every time you travel across the Atlantic, you can organize your own crew members to raise funds or go to the place I gave you to pick up the goods individually. Then I will pick up the goods in Italy."

The port office will arrange for people to directly receive the goods shipped by you at three times the price, turning this business into a long-term business, what do you think?"

"Fang, of course there is no problem. You are creating income for all of us, how could we refuse?" Captain Cross said with a smile on his face, stroking his beard.

"At that time, if you have familiar captains from other fleets, you can also let them participate. The larger the quantity of cargo I require, the better."

"Oh! Is it really possible? But we'd better keep a low profile on this kind of thing. If we go too far, it may attract the attention of the military police, which will be very troublesome." Although Captain Cross was very happy, he still

He warned Fang Lang in a vigilant low voice.

Fang Lang also kept Captain Cross's warning in mind, and couldn't help but think that it seemed that he had to have a little relationship with Brigadier General Neo Jackson, otherwise he would be very passive when he was investigated.

There was no talking all night, and the crew dragged Fang Lang out of his warm bed before dawn the next day. Fang Lang could only pick up the notebook one by one and record in detail how much each person invested.

When everyone's investment was finally concentrated in Fang Lang's backpack, Fang Lang was surprised. Including his own funds, he raised fifty-five thousand US dollars. This amount greatly exceeded Fang Lang's expectations. He thought he could have

Thirty thousand U.S. dollars alone is an astronomical figure. It was unbelievable that these American soldiers could raise such a large sum of money.

After receiving the investment, Fang Lang packed his weapons, carefully put on his backpack, found Wan Chongxin, and went to the U.S. company registration office together to register a company called Global Trade Import and Export Co., Ltd.

Arranged for Wan Chongxin to rent a warehouse near the dock as an office and storage location. He started purchasing cigarettes non-stop. Because it was his first purchase, Fang Lang had to do it himself to understand the market prices and avoid being pocketed by purchasers in the future.

After such busy work, he finally transported all the goods to the warehouse the next morning. Looking at the warehouse full of cigarettes, Fang Lang began to have difficulties. The cigarettes were not big in size, but they took up a lot of space! If this was the case,

Wouldn't it be embarrassing not to leave?

Fang Lang had no choice but to finally bring Captain Cross over to confirm the quantity of the cargo. Captain Cross was dumbfounded by so many cigarettes. There simply wasn't so much room for loading on the ship! How could this be entrainment?

In the end, there was really no other way but to transport all the goods to the ship first. After all, this was a business invested by the whole ship.

In this way, when the Charles Jose finally set sail, almost every corner was filled with cigarettes, and even the crew's lounge was filled with cargo.

Fortunately, this is the common property of the entire crew, otherwise it might have been thrown into the sea by everyone. Especially when crossing the Atlantic, the fleet was attacked by a German naval submarine. But overall, it was a safe passage.

The Atlantic Ocean returns to Italy.

On the way back, the U.S. military lost more than ten Victory ships, but fortunately the Charles Jos returned to the port of Naples smoothly.