When a country is on the verge of collapse, opportunities are everywhere.
Well, in addition to opportunities, there are also prostitutes.
There are many, everywhere. After all, southern Italy is very poor, and the war makes people here even poorer.
Many women become prostitutes to make a living. The generous American soldiers make countless women loosen their belts. After all, compared to chastity, bread is the most important.
In the jeep passing by the street, the woman sat in the arms of the soldier, laughing wantonly.
In fact, the price may be just a box of canned food.
Looking at those Americans who are enjoying the fruits of victory and lamenting the cheapness of the service industry, a man walked up to George and invited him to have lunch with him, and talked about some things that may involve the interests of both parties.
Looking at this guy who came out of nowhere, George frowned.
Who is he?
No matter who he is, it is definitely not a simple character.
"My name is Berlin."
The man said this calmly, without any emotion on his face.
"Berlin?"
George looked at him with a slightly raised eyebrow.
Is his name Berlin, or is he from Berlin?
People like him, once caught, will definitely go to the gallows.
Contacting such a person is also full of danger, but George is a little curious about why he found him.
"I'll treat you to the best dishes."
Berlin added,
"What do you think?"
George shrugged and replied softly:
"Why not?"
"For some reason, I think our chat will be very pleasant."
He looked at the German in front of him again. He looked like a very strong guy. He would not be very noticeable on the street. He looked about the same as an Italian.
A spy!
Catch a spy alive.
After ordering the dishes, Berlin said.
"George, I know you bought those ships from the Italians,"
Berlin's voice was neither fast nor slow.
"As we all know, there are many German submarines in the Mediterranean now. If your ship leaves the port, it will definitely be sunk!"
"Maybe."
George said directly.
"Maybe not."
Berlin smiled.
"Oh? What do you mean?"
Here it comes!
This guy is quite direct. Isn't he afraid of being hanged?
Just at this time, the waiter served the dishes. After the waiter poured the wine and left, Berlin said.
"I can guarantee that your fleet can safely sail to South America."
"South America?"
"Yes, except the United States and Canada. Any country in the Americas, any port."
"Is this a safety guarantee?"
Now George was a little curious.
"Aren't you worried that those ships will be used to transport supplies to aid the Allies?"
Berlin shook his head.
"In fact, we don't care what use those ships will be used for. No matter who owns them, they will eventually be used to transport supplies. In fact, it's much better for you to buy them than for others."
Berlin's answer was a bit confusing. George frowned and said.
"Oh? Why?"
"It's simple. There is no conflict between us."
Berlin said meaningfully.
"That's why I think that at some point in the future, we may be able to cooperate to some extent, and your ship... may be exactly what we need at that time, Mr. George."
What does he mean by this?
Is he planning an escape route after the defeat?
Berlin's explanation made George's eyebrows slightly raised. In another world, he had seen information about this. In order to avoid post-war punishment, tens of thousands of San Dezi officers, scientists and technicians fled overseas through various channels.
But... it's January 44!
Now someone has actually started planning these!
Feeling the change in George's eyes, Berlin said helplessly. ,
"The Allies have now established a foothold in Italy. This fact cannot be changed. Moreover, the current situation of the Russians is very unfavorable to us. Perhaps we still have a chance, but sometimes, we must make plans in advance. I remember there is a saying in China called "If you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries."
Berlin's last sentence was actually said in Chinese. This guy can actually speak Chinese!
"Before the war, I went to China and worked there for four years. I can communicate with you in Chinese."
Then Berlin switched directly to Chinese.
"In general, this is just a backup plan. You appeared at the right time. Your ship is likely to be one of the few ships we can use after the war. Of course, we will definitely pay you a considerable amount of money at that time. What do you think?"
Sometimes things are so wonderful. Although George never thought about finding any spies or agents, who would have thought that one day he would come into contact with a spy in this way, and this spy was Sandezi's.
The fundamental reason for their contact with me is... for a way out in the future!
What is giving a pillow to a trapped person?
This is giving a pillow!
You know, George has been planning for a long time for the group of people who fled with San Dezi. Not to mention scientists, even the one in front of him is a talent he urgently needs.
Spies...that's also talent!
The intelligence agencies of South American countries such as Argentina, Peru, and Chile were all established with the help of the former San Dezi intelligence personnel who fled. If others can do it, we can't just copy them!
"In fact, I think we can establish a deeper level of cooperation."
George took over his words and said.
"I know you are preparing for some possibility in the future. Maybe the help I can provide is far beyond your imagination."
"What?"
Berlin was surprised.
"What kind of help."
"If something happens in the future, you will definitely need a place to go. This place is not just a place far away from Europe, but it should provide you with some kind of shelter. And I can provide you with this place, Mr. Berlin."
George had a sincere smile on his face. In Berlin's doubts, he continued to explain.
"In general, what I can provide is far more than what anyone else can provide. It is not just a destination, but real shelter! I can provide a one-stop service from the ship to the destination, and then to comprehensive shelter!"
Berlin looked at the man in front of him in surprise. Is what he said true?
"You? How is this possible? What place are you talking about?"
Faced with Berlin's doubts, George said seriously.
"Have you heard of the North Borneo Company?"