Looking at the tenderness in Chris's eyes, Russell seemed to understand. It seemed that he and the Quartermaster really had a good relationship.

"Do you think he will agree?"

Chris was slightly embarrassed and said: "He doesn't agree with me being transferred, but for the sake of the future, I have no other choice. To be honest, our soldiers' performance on the front line is indeed not very good. If nothing goes wrong, wait and see

When the war ends, the army will undergo a major downsizing, and those of us middle-level managers who work as civilians and do not have merit medals will be eliminated..."

After hearing this, Russell knew that Chris was a smart man, and it was very effortless to talk to smart people.

"In this case, we need to talk as soon as possible. The main purpose is to put the money in our own pockets."

Chris smiled and said: "Okay, then I will set up the game tonight, how about we find a place to discuss it in detail?"

"With all due respect, besides purchasing cotton-padded clothes and quilts, I have other things to do."

Chris was startled, "Please tell me."

"I wonder if someone needs to deal with the rusty fire sticks in the ammunition depot? We are very good at doing this kind of thing. You also know that the people in Tripoli live a difficult life, but the British still bully them. I think we should provide some assistance."

"

After Chris listened, he sat down blankly.

"Mr. Corleone, we are the army... I have no objection to your doing this kind of business, and I will not interfere. But you can't put your hands into the army. If you are discovered, we will not survive."

Russell lit a menthol-flavored cigarette and said, "Who's in charge of the barracks?"

"Colonel Dickard."

"What does he like?"

"Gold and beauties."

Russell laughed and said: "It seems that he and I have very similar interests and hobbies. Can you ask him out? Or tell him directly that I want to see him, and you can identify me."

Chris couldn't refuse. Russell was still in the probation period for him. Whether he could become a member of the regional council would depend on how he did it.

"Okay, I can try."

Russell put the cigarette butt still in the ashtray, stood up and said: "Tonight at the most upscale hotel in Catania, I will entertain Colonel Deckard, you and the quartermaster."

Chris nodded: "I will try my best..."

"No, no, no, you must not only use your full strength, but also use any means necessary. As long as Dika can come, no matter whether we can negotiate cooperation or not, the position of the regional councilor will be yours!"

Chris's eyes brightened slightly and he said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Corleone. I will do my best to invite Colonel Deckard 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 in the car, Chris turned to the sentry at the door and said, "Go and call Octo to my office."

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel."

Chris deliberately arranged the sentry at the gate today. He had already anticipated his meeting with Russell. At the same time, the sentry was also his confidant, otherwise he would not have known that Russell's surname was Corleone.

Russell drove by the port of Catania. The huge port was bustling with activity. Cruise ships and cargo ships docked here. Sometimes warships would also dock temporarily to replenish supplies.

Some time ago, Russell registered an import and export trading company in the town of Casticutto and added six 50-ton ships. Currently, there are eight ships in total.

These ships will not all go to and from Tunisia, but will be divided into several to go to Tripoli. In order to open up sales in Tripoli, President Angkos of the Chamber of Commerce specially took people to go there in person and found a cooperative buyer.

Therefore, the meeting with Colonel Dika, the director of the military camp, was imminent. He said that he was collecting scrap metal from the ammunition depot, but in fact it was just an excuse. The real purpose was to establish a cooperative relationship with Colonel Dika.

In this way, the eight ships of the trading company can be docked at the port of Catania. Because the town dock is in a shallow water area, large ships cannot enter at all, making transportation complicated and troublesome, and a waste of time.

Loading and unloading cargo is much more convenient in Catania, and transportation is also well connected.

evening.

Russell booked 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. Instead, he stayed in the hotel with Oliatu for emergencies.

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

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

"Godfather, they are coming."

Russell stood up, put on a smile, and went out to greet him.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw three people, followed by five soldiers in civilian clothes.

Colonel Deckard is a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a beard, while the quartermaster is a handsome young man about the same age as Chris.

Chris took the initiative to introduce me.

"Mr. Corleone, this is Colonel Deckard."

"Hello, Colonel Deckard, I am Russell Corleone."

There was no one else on the third floor. The moment they went upstairs, Philisto asked his men to guard the stairs.

Dika looked at Russell for a while before speaking.

"Is the mafia already out and about in a big way now? It's too disrespectful of the head of state."

When Chris heard this, he clapped his head in annoyance.

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

Dika was startled and turned to look at Chris with a bit of complaint in his eyes.

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

Russell smiled and said: "Please come in."

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

This is so that both parties can have some confidence and not be on guard against each other.

A few people sat down and chatted first.

After the food and wine were served, the topic was brought up.

"I treat Octo as a nephew. His father died on the battlefield to save me."

Octo is the quartermaster, which is why Chris came to him first. Only by using connections can he invite Dika out. Otherwise, before seeing the gold, who would risk being suspected of being a 'collaborator' to come out to meet the mafia?

If it weren't for the fetters of relationships, Octo would have become a well-oiled quartermaster?

After Dika finished speaking, he looked up at Russell.

"I understand this feeling very well, Colonel Dicka. Please allow me to use rude behavior to put you in a happy mood."

Russell waved to the door, and Oliatu walked in carrying the 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 if you open the box, everything will be clear."

Dika took the cash box, opened it, took a look, and was stunned. His frown immediately relaxed, and his originally stern face turned into a smile.

"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 surprising change in attitude made Octo and Chris a little uncomfortable, but they had to learn because they would definitely use it in the future.

"Haha, respect for friendship."

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

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

"Hahaha... Mr. Corleone is very humorous, but those fire sticks..."

Russell said bluntly: "Perhaps these scraps of copper and iron can bulge the pockets of the soldiers in the military camp. Of course, the colonel's pockets will definitely not be full because they have to be packed for marching."

Colonel Dika heard this and said with a smile: "How much is that?"

"Twenty percent, 20% of net profit!"

"No, no, no, this is too little. My soldiers have a big appetite and they won't be able to eat enough at all."

"Then you say."

"At least 60%! I gave you those scrap metals at the risk of losing my head, so I want 40%!"

He was indeed greedy, but Chen Zu was not interested in the scrap metal in the Italian ammunition depot. His real purpose was to gain a foothold in the port of Catania.

"Colonel Dika, you have to know that my employees are very hardworking and need to travel long distances and wander at sea for several days. You also know that the navy at sea is not easy to talk to, so you have to leave a share for them. Besides, we still have to risk being shot.

The risk is to send the goods to Tripoli, which is the territory of the coalition forces."

Dika frowned and thought, "50%, you are at risk, and I am at risk. Our risk is the same, both of us will 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 are needed?”

"At least six."
To be continued...