As the initiator, George had no idea what kind of response his Chinese job advertisement would generate.
Early when Li Leqin and his friends came to apply for the job, George had already flown back to London.
In the few days since he returned to London, he has been busy all the time, from renting a warehouse to contacting the Razor Gang. However, this time he met with Tommy, the leader of the Razor Gang, a British man in his forties, instead of John. The meeting place was still the same bar.
"I heard from John that this transaction is different from the last one?"
"Yes, because the quantity is larger, I'm not sure if you can handle it."
Looking at Tommy, George directly stated his concerns.
"No matter how large the quantity is, I can handle it. What do you need? Cars, tires or... dollars!"
The reason why Tommy was so confident was that he had dollars in his hands - brothels were the most profitable business of the Razor Gang, and as early as when the US bomber force entered the UK, he opened a brothel near the airport. Those American soldiers were still very generous, and they paid in dollars. In the past few years, with the help of those prostitutes, the Razor Party has accumulated a large amount of US dollars.
That's why he is so confident, because the US dollar can circulate all over the world, at least now.
"200,000 pounds of coffee beans! This is the order I took the initiative to add!"
"Too little."
"What?"
"I have 2 million pounds of coffee beans on hand!"
"What!"
Instantly, Tommy stood up suddenly.
"Is it true?"
"Of course!"
George said directly:
"And there is also a batch of sugar and cigarettes."
There is no way, lv3 users are arrogant, even if the space is only expanded three times, it is enough to load thousands of tons of goods.
Can they eat so much goods?
"The only question is, can you eat it?"
Faced with such a counter-question, Tommy fell into silence. 2 million pounds is ten times more than what he asked before.
The business of 400,000 pounds turned into 4 million pounds!
No one in London, not to mention the whole UK, could afford this money.
As for gold... don't be funny.
Looking at Tommy, who was silent and solemn, George still had a smile on his face and took a sip of whiskey.
In fact, compared with sugar, coffee is the most profitable business. Not to mention Cuba, even in Colombia, the price of surplus coffee beans is less than one-third of the pre-war price. Why is this so?
Because it can't be shipped out!
There is no extra shipping capacity. In the past, those countries relied on British and American ships for exports. Now, the merchant ships of Britain and the United States are giving priority to military transportation. As for civilian supplies like coffee beans, which will not starve to death, naturally there is no priority. So the price of coffee beans in the place of origin plummeted.
But in the UK, its price has always been very strong. There are many people in the UK who drink tea, and there are also many people who drink coffee!
Finally, Tommy broke the silence.
"Two million pounds, no one in the whole UK can consume it, and if so much coffee is put on the market, its price will definitely plummet. And for such a large amount of coffee trading, we definitely can't use the previous price."
"Indeed."
George nodded, motioning him to continue.
Looking at the Chinese in front of him, although he didn't know how he brought 2 million pounds of coffee to the UK, Tommy realized that this was an opportunity that would not only make him a huge fortune, but also give him the opportunity to clean up the Razor Gang.
"So, I hope you can give me this batch of goods. I will buy it at 2 pounds per pound, but now I can only pay the down payment, which is 500,000 pounds. If you need cars, I can provide 600 brand new German luxury cars as a down payment. I hope to be able to offset 600,000 pounds. In the future, I will pay 300,000 pounds on time every month. In this way, I can pay off all the money within a year."
Then, Tommy looked at George expectantly, but George did not speak. He took out a Lucky Strike cigarette from the gold cigarette case and lit it. He seemed to be thinking about something, but in fact, he was just pretending.
The reason why he came here was nothing more than to end his life of carrying goods by himself every day.
As such a big boss, he couldn't still work so hard, so before leaving the United States, he bought the coffee beans that Gambino had in his hands at a very low price - there were thousands of tons of them, which they smuggled from Cuba by boat. They originally wanted to make a fortune, but they never thought that the United States suddenly released the coffee rationing, and the goods were suddenly stuck in their hands. So Gambino asked him for help, hoping to help deal with the batch of coffee beans.
Helping a friend can also make a lot of money! Of course I have to help.
This is a big business worth millions of pounds!
The only problem is that no one in the UK can take such a big order, unless... it's a long-term deal. That is, hand over the goods to one or several agents, let them be fully responsible for sales, and then settle the payment on time.
Why do you have to do it all at once?
Because the coffee beans are placed in the warehouse, it is easy to be confiscated by the authorities, not to mention that you won't get a penny, and you will be fined a huge amount.
"Dollar!"
Finally, George said in Tommy's expectation.
"Half of the 300,000 pounds per month will be paid in dollars!"
"Sure!"
After agreeing without hesitation, Tommy looked at George and said.
"Mr. George, you always bring us surprises."
While speaking, he raised his glass and said.
"Mr. George, let's toast to our cooperation!"
"Cheers!"
The crisp sound of the glass tapping echoed in the room, and everyone seemed very happy to get what they wanted. However, the happy time did not last long, and the sudden air raid alarm broke the tranquility of the bar.
"Hurry, go to the basement!"
Amid the piercing air raid alarm, George, Tommy and others ran into the basement. Soon the basement was crowded with people. Soon there was an explosion outside. The explosion came from far away and gradually got closer and closer. Even the roof of the basement was constantly dropping debris because of the tremor of the explosion. Looking at this old basement, George was even a little worried about whether it could hold up in the bombing. Don't be careful and be buried alive here...
"This damn place can't stay for a day. If you stay any longer, you might make contributions to the British one day..."