In the mirror, the graceful figure twisted again and again in front of the mirror, and the woman's eyes were only on the black underwear.
Lace, gathering...
All of these combined together are a fatal temptation for the woman. She even looked at her body with greedy eyes, and then gently stroked her hands. When she bit her lips, the woman's eyes were blurred. When she turned around, she looked at the man on the bed with charming eyes.
And George also looked at her, staring at this seductive body. After returning from New York, he came here directly and gave her this gift. Although the man-woman sold few sizes, the smaller size was more amazing.
"I can't believe it..."
"What do you believe?"
"I will be so beautiful!"
The woman took light steps, and the lingering affection revealed in her sparkling eyes would make everyone obsessed.
"Thank you for your gift."
For Stana, she only thought that the black underwear on her body was a gift brought to her by the man from New York, and this gift was enough to make her obsessed with it, and of course it was enough for her to turn herself into a gift to the man she had not seen for a few days.
When she walked towards the bed, suddenly, as if she remembered something, she turned around and bent down to take something from the drawer of the cabinet.
"Dear, during the days when you were away, I attended several parties and recommended our seamless stockings to some ladies..."
Looking at the seductive figure of the woman when she bent over, George couldn't help swallowing his saliva. This woman is really an atmosphere destroyer. People must have self-control!
It's about money.
Let's talk about it later!
...
Finally, after everything was quiet, the woman lazily lay on the man, and the two began to chat.
"So you went to the United States this time to get cigarettes?"
"Not just cigarettes, but also other scarce materials, such as stockings. If there is a chance, I will get some from there."
"I see."
Stana finally understood where the man got the stockings from. Her fingers tapped lightly on the man's solid chest. She reminded him softly.
"But you have to be careful. Commodities such as cigarettes and coffee beans are different from stockings. Those who can afford stockings are rich ladies, but cigarettes can easily attract the attention of the authorities,"
"Officials?"
George asked in confusion.
"It seems that the authorities are cracking down on the black market?"
"What do you think?"
Rolling her eyes, Stana lifted her one-meter-long legs and placed them on the bedside shelf, as if she wanted to relax.
"If the authorities don't crack down on it, is it still called a black market? Since the outbreak of the war, the authorities have sent many supervisors to conduct inspections across the country. Once a black marketeer is caught and found guilty, he will not only be fined, but also be sentenced to two years in prison."
While speaking, she turned over and pressed on the man, looking at him seriously and said.
"Promise me that you must be destined to be safe. I don't want to... go to prison to visit you."
...
The fog over London is the smoke exhaled by the Razor Party. If the underground order in New York belongs to the Mafia, then the underground order in London belongs to the Razor Party.
The moment he walked into the bar, George felt the gazes of people.
Small suits, bow ties, peaked caps... Of course, there are razor blades sewn in the brim of the hat!
This is a group of suit thugs!
A group of suit thugs who killed from Birmingham to London and eventually became the largest black gang in London.
When most British men were serving in the barracks, they still wandered the streets in suits and bow ties.
When many British people couldn't even drink beer and could only use potatoes to brew inferior wine, they could drink the best Scottish whiskey.
Only these gangs could receive large quantities of goods, and Anderson, the street vendor, was also a member of the Razor Gang. As the introducer, Anderson sat under the bar after entering the bar. Now it was up to him.
"Are you Chinese?"
John asked.
"Yes."
"When did the Chinese start to get involved in this business?"
John asked straight to the point.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I can provide 5,000 Lucky Strike and Camel cigarettes and 2,000 pounds of coffee beans."
As soon as George finished speaking, everyone, including John, looked at him with astonishment, and the young man next to him said directly.
"It's impossible. No one can come up with so many things right now."
"But I can..."
George said with a slight smile on his lips.
"And this is just the beginning. I can provide more goods in the future, of course, if the price is right."
Looking at the Chinese man in front of him, John said.
"Do you have your own ship?"
George did not answer this question.
In fact, both sides knew the answer. Now all the ships suitable for ocean voyages have been requisitioned by the navy. Cargo ships are used to transport supplies, fishing boats are used for anti-submarine, and even yachts can be used for alert. How can there be a ship of their own?
But from what channel did he get these supplies?
Is it from the military supply warehouse of the US military?
After calculating in his heart, John said.
"3 pounds per cigarette, 2.5 pounds per pound of coffee beans, I can pay you 20,000 pounds."
"I don't want money!"
Once again, George's words surprised the other party.
"What? No money? What did you say?"
John thought the other party was teasing him. The people who were drinking beside him even wanted to grab their hats - there were blades hidden in their hat brims. This kind of razor is cheap and can be bought in stores. It is very suitable as a close-fitting weapon and is also the origin of the gang's name.
Of course, there is another advantage at the moment. This kind of blade will hurt people and will not attract the attention of the outside world.
"Boy, what do you mean?"
"Carl, when will you learn to calm down! Can you let Fang finish his words?"
John said lightly.
"I need some goods."
With a smile, George looked at the blades sewn in their hat brims without fear.
"Oh! I don't know what the goods are?"
"Cars!"
Li Yian said directly.
"90% new cars!"
"What! Cars? Are you sure you want cars?"
Anderson on the side was also shocked when he heard what George wanted.
Carl on the side was even more surprised and almost jumped up.
Cars!
He actually wants a car!
This is simply unimaginable.
As we all know, the least valuable thing in the UK now is cars. Because gasoline is not only scarce but also expensive, and without fuel, cars have become decorations, and the kind of decorations that need to pay taxes every year. In order to avoid paying taxes, some people want to sell their cars, but at this time, who will pay for a pile of scrap metal?
Now someone actually wants scrap metal!
"Of course, but I don't want an ordinary car, but a high-end car."
Li Yian said with a smile.
In the classified ads of American newspapers, there are many classified ads for buying cars. Unlike the UK, cars have long become a necessity for most American families. Their lives are inseparable from cars, but the war has caused many Americans' cars to be damaged and unable to be replaced. After the war broke out, the United States ordered the suspension of all civilian car sales and stopped the production of civilian cars. There was only one way for Americans to buy cars during the war - to buy them in the used car market.
However, there are not so many cars in the second-hand car market. The tight market has directly led to the fact that the used cars in the US market with slightly better quality can be sold at the price of new cars.
The completely different car markets between the UK and the US are opportunities. Not only are they lucrative, but they are also very popular.
John looked at him for a few times, and then said directly.
"Deal, I can provide several high-end cars, and they are brand new."