Mr. Dave sat upright in his conference room with his eyes focused. He was presided over a routine work meeting of the Legion's Attorney General. In front of him were about a dozen smart and capable legal and police people sitting at the oval table, and everyone was discussing certain judicial issues.

Boring discussion...

As the attorney general appointed by the Legion commander himself, Old Man Dave had to sit on this butt-burning chair. He was obviously a Jew, a very outstanding banker, financial expert, and a financial industry person, but he was asked to be the attorney general.

To be honest, he would rather be a scam!

When he first took office, Dave wanted to make some achievements in his new position and then transfer him to other places. However, the judicial part is the weakest part of the Legion. When the attorney general has too many mundane tasks to do, it is basically hard work such as establishing norms.

There are countless documents to do...

It's so fatal!

If it's just dull, it's fine, but the development of the Aurora Legion is changing with each passing day, especially the rapid development of commercial activities and the financial system is becoming increasingly sound. Old Dave saw it in his eyes and itched in his heart. His biggest hobby is to do business, and not letting him make money is more uncomfortable than killing him.

But old Dave dared not do anything randomly. Clooney's past is not far away. Who knows when Lula's mad dog will suddenly come out? Good days will be long in the future, and no one wants to be finished.

But before the meeting today, Old Dave got the news that the Legion was reopening trade negotiations with "Incredible" and it was fully liberalized.

This is shocking news. It is related to the extremely huge trade volume and the dazzlingly complex flow of capital, which is like a river with gold. Old Dave wishes he could jump into the river and swim.

When he heard this news, Old Dave was twitching his heart with cat claws, using his great willpower to restrain himself and continue the meeting. But he was in the meeting, but he thought in his heart why he didn't let me negotiate? I was from Incred, I am familiar with it, and I have a wide connection!

Old Dave almost beat his feet and stamped his chest, wishing he could vomit three liters of blood. After finally waiting for the meeting, he immediately returned to his office. After holding it in for a while, he couldn't help but let his family contact Incred, wanting to know the current situation of Incred.

Old Dave's family has a wide range of branches and is really connected everywhere. The news from Incredre made him sigh. Compared with the ever-changing Aurora Legion, Incredre, who seemed powerful at the time, has now become like a brain-disabled giant, stupid and stupid.

"Our agriculture has recovered well, but unfortunately there is no market. There are too many poor people and cannot afford our goods. We are unwilling to sell them."

"Logistics are poor, business is depressed, and local protectionism is very serious. The central government does not care about this at all, and we as businessmen are helpless."

"Some people tried to open some factories to increase employment, but there were not many qualified technicians, and the market was not smooth. At present, it seems that various companies are operating very difficult."

"By the way, there is also the problem of corruption. Whether you have or not, almost everyone wants to come to us to get benefits. I have to form a private guard to protect my property, which increases the cost of our goods."

From the news collected from all aspects, it can be seen that after Incredley was paralyzed by a "Dongfeng Express" and all aspects were in a state of chaos or regression. This situation urgently needed external assistance or external markets to stimulate.

"Dave, can you help us in the Aurora Legion? Do you know what you need to occupy the Mexican market?" A cousin of old Dave sent him a message asking for help.

Mexico's market? Mexico has no market at all. All commodity sales are controlled by the Legion, and the Mexicans at the bottom have poor consumption capacity and do not have much oil or water at all.

Who is the most profitable? Of course it is the Legion itself. When Dave said that the Legion had decided to purchase 10 million barrels of Texas oil, his relatives in North America expressed their amazement and envy?

"Ten million barrels? This must be just the first batch, right?"

“Based on my guess, this is indeed a small part of the Legion procurement project.”

"What else does the Legion need?"

"Minerals, the Legion seems to have begun to relax the import demand for raw materials such as oil, natural gas, iron ore, copper ore, and coal."

"Petroleum? I should be able to get oil, too. Dave, can you get orders?"

"I think I can get coal and copper ore, too."

"Hey, I don't have any minerals here. Dave, does the Legion need agricultural products? For example, cotton or something."

None of the old Dave's relatives were fuel-efficient. He only contacted a few Incredible relatives at the beginning, but soon more than a dozen or so households appeared on the radio one after another.

Some were known to Old Dave, some had heard of them, and some didn't know who they were at all? But these people came to the door one after another.

These guys are widely distributed, almost everywhere in North America. Old Dave recorded their names, addresses, identities, and directors one by one.

While recording this, he sighed that old Dave was about to fall from tears. He actually had a lot of business opportunities at present, but the commander of the Legion put him in shackles and could only watch and could not do anything.

After chatting on the radio for a night, everyone was not only not sleepy, but were all full of energy. Although the information provided by Dave was not sure and he still had many difficulties in doing business, the Aurora Legion began to open up its internal market was a huge good news.

Judging from the current trade agreement signed between the Aurora Legion and the two giants of North America, the official trade volume is already salivating. As long as you get orders and markets from it, anyone can make a big profit.

Many people were eager to plan to personally go to Mexico City for a business visit to determine the next trend.

Just as old Dave finally felt tired and wanted to rest, his cousin asked him privately: "Dave, I have no minerals and no agricultural products. Is there anything else to do?"

"Population trade is also good, and the Legion is eager for young and healthy female populations." Old Dave knew what his cousin meant, and pointed to a less glorious way to make money.

But my cousin sighed, "I don't have women here, there are only military camps nearby, all of them are men. We all want to get some women from somewhere, even black women can. The soldiers are so hungry that they mess with each other. Or do you need weapons?"

"I think the Legion is not short of weapons."

"Where are the heavy weapons?"

“How heavy is it?”

"Tank, I know several officers in the barracks. As long as they are fed, they are willing to sell their souls to the devil."

"I think there are quite a lot of tanks in the Legion, but they are a little old."

“Ours are very new, the latest m1a3 ‘Abrams’.”

"This..., it's not OK to have a small number."
Chapter completed!