Just when Adel and a few people were discussing how to buy and bribe, on the Wollabot Wharf in Brooklyn in the pouring rain, a small small iron boat slowly approached the No. 13 trestle of the wharf.

Worlabot Wharf is one of the oldest wharves in New York, and many of the facilities on the wharf have serious aging problems, just tonight, shortly after the heavy rain, the power on the wharf was cut off, so by this time, the whole wharf was pitch black, only a few small shacks were shining outward.

On the small tin boat that had just been docked, four people came down in the dark, all four of them were wearing black raincoats, and their figures swayed across the trestle bridge, like four ghosts walking at night.

Today's Wallabote Wharf is controlled by the famous New York madman "Dutchman" Schultz, and a large number of moonshine shipped from Florida is shipped from here to various districts of New York, and the person who is really in charge of this wharf is a young but very appreciated young man by Schultz - Frank Costello. This young man will accept Schultz's career in its entirety after his death, and more than a decade later, he will become one of the most famous gangsters in New York and even in the United States. Decades later, a movie based on him will also be popular all over the world, and the name of the movie will be "The Godfather".

Four ghostly night walkers, braving the foggy rain as they weaved through the docks, first went to the place where the warehouse was, and when they entered the steam-lit warehouse, a series of bright lights flashed in succession from the rain-stained glass windows, and at the same time, in the roaring thunder, there seemed to be a dull sound of gunfire. However, compared to the roar of the thunderstorm, the sound of the gunfire was too faint to be noticed.

After about six or seven minutes, four ghostly figures hurried out of the storehouse, and along the way they had come, all the way back to the trestle, and boarded the little tin boat. At the same time that the figure untied the cable and boarded the iron boat, a fire suddenly lit up in the window of the dock warehouse.

The firelight danced happily in the window, illuminating the muddy ground outside the window brighter and redder.

"Boom ......"

Just as the light turned from red to white, a low explosion sounded in the warehouse, followed by a series of explosions. The glass windows of the warehouse were shattered by the shock wave caused by the explosion, but even so, the continuous explosion had no intention of stopping, and the outer walls of the warehouse, the warehouse door, and finally even the roof, were all lifted up by the explosion, and countless large and small, burning wooden barrels flew out in the air wave, with a path of firelight, flying everywhere.

The astonishing explosion woke up the entire dock, and countless figures poured out of the shacks scattered all over the dock, some shouting for fire, some in a daze, but no one had the ability to extinguish the fire.

For many, the fire at the Worabot Pier was destined to bring them a long night that would not have been able to sleep.

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The thunderstorm did not disperse until 3 o'clock in the morning, and then the pouring rain stopped completely at dawn.

Adel didn't sleep well that night, if nothing else, because Bella's residence was too close to the Manhattan Fire Department, and the fire department's alarm went off at least six times that night. It wasn't until nearly five o'clock that he fell asleep in a daze, but it felt as if he had just closed his eyes, and before he had slept any longer, the servant woke him up again—Jabarin had arrived.

Rubbing his temples in pain, Adel got up from the bed and re-covered Bella, who was sleeping like a dead pig, with a blanket over her, and then put on her pajamas, pulled on her shoes, and got out of bed.

Walking out of the bedroom, Adel first glanced at the floor clock in the corner of the living room, and it was almost eight o'clock now.

"Invite Mr. Jabarin to the living room upstairs," said Adel to the servant, wiping his face, "and by the way, prepare me a breakfast, well, a glass of milk, and two fried eggs." ”

The servant answered, turned and walked away.

Before Jabarin could come up, Adair went to the bathroom, washed up briefly, and when he came out again, Jabarin was already waiting in the living room.

"Hey, good morning," Yawn as Adel greeted Jabarin casually. The Jew had now adapted to life in New York, and he was doing well, except for the somewhat annoying manners.

"Good morning, Mr. Adair," said Jabarin, "I'm sorry to bother you so early, but you've said before that you'll get the news from Detroit as soon as it gets you, so ......"

"Sit down, sit down," Adel interrupted, gesturing in the direction of the couch, "a cup of coffee?" or something else. ”

"Coffee, thank you," Jabarin said, turning to the couch and sitting down.

"Is the news confirmed?" said Adair as he walked to the small bar in the living room, where there was a small mill dedicated to grinding coffee beans.

"It's decided," Mr. Jabarin said, placing a folder tucked under his armpit on the wooden table in front of him, "GM does have plans to open new companies in Europe, and this plan has been secretly implemented since last November." ”

With that, Jabarin opened the folder, took out a document from it, and continued: "We can already establish that Opel is seeking to sell more than half of its shares, because the political situation in Germany is becoming more and more chaotic, and the emerging Nazi Party accuses Opel of Jewish origin and frequently causes trouble in Opel factories. Of course, this is only a superficial phenomenon, and behind it, there is likely to be a deeper reason, after all, Oba mainly produces and sells cheap cars, which has caused trouble for many German car companies......"

As Jabarin spoke, there was a knock on the door to the living room.

"Sir, your breakfast is ready," said the servant who soon walked in with the tray and stopped at the door.

"Have you had breakfast?" Adair asked Jabarin, stopping what he was doing.

"I've used it, thank you," Jabarin said.

"Put it there," Adel said to him, turning to the servant.

"We don't need to care why Opel is selling their shares," said Adair as he grinded his coffee beans after the maid put breakfast on the table and turned to leave, "All we need to care about is GM's acquisition of Opel." ”

Jabarin nodded, indicating that he understood what Adair meant—as a Jew, Jabarin certainly sympathized with Jews in Germany, but the problem was that this was a sensitive political issue in the United States right now, after all, the dominant tone in the United States was also anti-Semitic.

"Can you be sure when this acquisition will be finalized?" Adele asked, changing the subject.

"It's hard to say right now," Jabarin shook his head, "but the Opel brothers are eager to get rid of the assets they have, so even if GM's conditions are harsh, they should accept it." So, as a simple extrapolation, the acquisition should be finalized within a month. ”

Adair nodded, the reason why he paid more attention to GM's acquisition of Opel was mainly to operate GM's stock. Recently, with Dodge's efforts to launch new models, coupled with the failure of GM's new Chevrolet model to test the waters, GM's stock price has been hit to a certain extent, and the decline is relatively large. Adair is ready to pick an appropriate time to buy GM shares at a low price and make a profit. GM's acquisition of Oba is obviously a good thing, and at the same time, it should also be the best time to buy GM's shares.

After grinding the coffee and making a cup for Jabarin, Adair returned to the sofa, sat down, and said to Jabarin: "Jabarin, for a while in the future, I hope you can pay attention to the corn transaction." ”

"Is it the futures market?" Jabarin asked.

"No, it's the trading situation of the origin," Adair said, putting the coffee in front of him, shaking his head, "I'm going to do some futures trading in October, so I need to make some preparations in advance." ”

"Okay, I'll take care of it. Jabarin nodded.

"Be as detailed as possible, and expand the scope of your data collection as much as possible," Adair advised, "If there's anything you need, just ask it and I'll help you out." ”

"Okay," Jabarin said.

"Okay, tell me about it, what other interesting news did you hear besides the work information?" Putting away the folder Jabarin had brought, Adair took a sip of milk and asked with a smile.

"There's no interesting news," Jabarin said, smiling, "but there's surprising news." ”

"Oh?" said Adel as he was holding his knife and fork and preparing to deal with the fried egg brought by the servant, and he smiled at Jabarin's words, "What amazing news. ”

"There was a big incident at the docks in Brooklyn last night," Mr. Jabarin said, holding his coffee, "and 13 people died in an explosion in a warehouse where more than 1,500 barrels of moonshine were stored." Now, the incident has alarmed the state government, and U.S. Attorney for the Southern District, Charles Tuttle, will be in charge of investigating the case. ”

Speaking of this, Jabarin paused, took a sip of coffee, and continued: "It is said that this incident was caused by a gangster conflict, and it seems that Long-legged Delmont and Italian gangsters were involved. ”