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During World War II, the price of stockings reached a staggering four thousand dollars at its peak.

Even in the 21st century, not even female celebrities would dare to sell their used perfumes for such a high price.

Even so, nylon production still falls short of demand.

Therefore, the military launched another fundraising campaign among the public...

They used photos of handsome men in the military to advertise and called on all women to donate their stockings...

Just outrageous.

Actually, there are even more outrageous ones.

According to a report by FBI Director Edgar Hoover, during wartime in the United States, the top three targets of street robbers did not include valuables such as US dollars or gold.

The items that were sold were alcohol, stockings, and shoes.

This is why Josie used to wear ill-fitting coats on the street; they were actually clothes left behind by his father.

Even the clothes Josie wore when she stole a car in revenge, "borrowed" a car, and stalked and killed Joe Barbaro were mostly old clothes, so she wouldn't feel too bad about burning them.

As for new ones, there were only two or three sets that he bought a few days ago when he had money. Even those used up all the clothing vouchers he and his deceased parents had saved up over the past two years (42 and 43).

Thinking of this, Josie's gaze couldn't help but drift to Margot's smooth thighs, and she couldn't resist stroking them.

Margot was wearing stockings yesterday, but he tore them off in a fit of rage, and she still feels a little heartbroken thinking about it.

“There are too many people here, don’t make a fuss! Don’t worry about the coupons, because we don’t need them,” Margot said, then leaned close to Josie’s ear and whispered, “If you really can’t resist, we’ll find a less crowded place.”

The soft words whispered in her ear made Josie shiver involuntarily.

My goodness, this woman is really good at this.

No, no, I'm still growing, I can't afford to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

So Josie decisively pretended not to hear Margot's last sentence, started the car, and drove towards the destination as Margot instructed.

When they arrived at the destination, Josie realized that the place Margot had mentioned for buying clothes wasn't a shopping mall.

Instead, it's the kind of high-end, bespoke clothing store I'd only ever heard of in my past life.

However, in that era, these custom clothing stores were not as extravagant as they are in later years, and there was no such thing as not selling ready-made clothes.

After much effort from the palace tailors, Margot helped Josie choose three ready-made outfits from head to toe, and then had three more custom-made.

In the end, they didn't use tickets, but rather a thick stack of banknotes.

Of course, Margot's own interpersonal relationships as a Chicago socialite also played a role.

Therefore, the so-called shortage of supplies and limited supply are ultimately aimed at ordinary people who have no power or influence.

After buying the clothes, I went to another shoe store and did the same thing.

During that time, I also went to a watch shop and spent several thousand dollars to buy a Breguet watch.

Although in later generations, Breguet's reputation has been surpassed by brands such as Patek Philippe and Vacheron Constantin.

But in this era, Breguet is the undisputed king of watches.

Moreover, Breguet now not only makes watches and various aviation and marine instruments, but also fighter jets.

After some shopping and tidying up, Josie was completely transformed. Combined with her already handsome face and tall figure, as well as her confidence as a transmigrator, her entire aura was elevated.

He transformed from a handsome young man from an ordinary family into a noble young master of modern times.

As the saying goes, "Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse," the ancients were right.

Chapter 26 Don't drink and drive!

Another night, Tony Wendis returned to the chicken farm.

"Any news about Joe?" Tony Wendis asked the doorman.

“No, sir, he hasn’t come since that day,” the doorman replied, shaking his head. Then he asked, “Is he looking for Mary and Nancy again today?”

When the doorman said that Joe still hadn't shown up, Tony Wendis frowned. He had agreed with Joe that they would complete the first step in three days.

But it's been four days already, and there's still no sign of anyone.

Did that guy run away?

It seems unlikely. Although I had already taken out some money, besides the two hundred dollars for activity expenses, the other thousand dollars was directly given to Sgapa of the Moretti family of the Mafia.

The remaining large sum of money hasn't been paid yet; it's impossible for the other party to have run away halfway.

Could it be... that something went wrong in the middle?

Thinking about his wife's recent behavior, apart from not coming home one night and not letting him into the bedroom, she hadn't shown any abnormalities. In fact, she seemed to have calmed down a bit and hadn't brought up divorce again.

That's a good thing, at least he doesn't have to rush into action.

"Sir? Would you like me to call Mary and Nancy for you?" Seeing Tony Wendis lost in thought, the doorman couldn't help but remind him again.

“Oh no, we’ll talk about that later. Is Brian there?” Tony Wendis waved his hand and then asked.

“Brother Brian is right behind us.” The doorman nodded.

"The usual private room, get me a bottle of whiskey, and then call Brian over," Tony Wendace ordered, handing over a $10 tip.

"Okay, I'll go get it prepared right away!" The doorman, having received the money, immediately went to work with a cheerful smile. Although this was Chicago's largest chicken farm, generous customers like Tony Wendice were still a minority.

Soon, Tony Wendace in the private room met Brian, a large Irish man with a somewhat fierce expression.

"Good evening, Tony, what brings you here?" Brian greeted Tony Wendis with a grin.

Who the hell is your brother? You don't even deserve to be called that.

“Yes, Mr. Brian, do you remember Joe Barbaro, whom I met a few days ago?” Tony Wendis said calmly, suppressing his disgust for the man in front of him.

“Oh, of course! That smelly little fat Italian guy, you asked him to do something, and you even asked me to vouch for him. What happened? Did that guy mess things up? I told you long ago, if you want someone to do something for you, just ask me. Those Italians are completely unreliable!” Brian said loudly, his words full of slander and disdain for the Italians.

“Perhaps you’re right, but this can’t just end like this. He’s missing, and I need you to help me find him. Consider this a small token of my appreciation!” Suppressing his disgust, Tony Wendis placed an envelope on the table and said.

Tony Wendis was of pure English descent, so he disliked the Irishman in front of him more than the Italian.

Equality? It's just a slogan. Since the founding of this country, true equality has never existed.

People of English descent discriminate against people of Irish descent.

Germans discriminate against French people.

French people discriminate against Italians.

Various forms of mutual discrimination.

Then all white people discriminated against people of color.

"Haha, Mr. Wendice, you're too kind. I'll make the arrangements right away. As soon as I find that little fat boy, I'll bring him to you immediately." Brian picked up the envelope and looked at it. After confirming the amount inside, he laughed even more heartily. However, the scars on his face made his expression look even more ferocious.

"Go on!" Tony Wendis waved his hand impatiently.

Brian didn't mind. People like him grew up in environments of discrimination and didn't care about such a small breach of etiquette—they didn't care about anything as long as they could make money.

After Brian left, Tony Wendis had two girls brought in and they began to enjoy themselves.

They stayed until the early hours of the morning before leaving.

It's not that you can't stay overnight here, but Tony Wendice is a celebrity, and if he leaves during the day and gets seen, it won't have a good impact.

So he usually leaves when there are fewer people around in the early morning and rarely stays overnight.

However, what he didn't know was that his actions actually made things convenient for Josie.

Josie has been following this guy for two days now.

He planned to deal with Tony Wendis just like he had dealt with Chopper Barro.

However, unlike last time, Tony Wendis showed no signs of leaving the city for two days.

Because Margot's estate is located in the North Side, the environment here is relatively quiet, but it is still within the city limits of Chicago, unlike Evanston, which has a long stretch of wilderness.

Moreover, as a typical affluent area, the density of police patrols here is also very high.

If the crime were committed during normal times, it would be difficult for Josie to escape unscathed like before if the police caught up with her.

So Josie never got the chance.

But it's different in the early morning.

During this period of time, it's freezing cold, and without receiving any warnings, no one wants to go out and suffer.

Chicago police officers only make two hundred dollars a month. They have to work themselves to the bone during the week, and then they're out freezing at night.

So in Chicago in the early hours of the morning, if you want to do something illegal, you should worry more about running into the Mafia than about encountering the police... This time of day is the Mafia's domain.

Of course, the term "mafia" here is a general term, referring to all gangs, not just Italians.

Tony Wendis, drunk and starting his car, had no idea he was being followed.

The doorman who saw him out noticed a car following Tony Wendice as he drove away, but he didn't think much of it; perhaps it was just a coincidence?

The principle of "minding one's own business" is also the most important rule in their line of work.

If you're too curious, you might end up being thrown into Lake Michigan to feed the fish the next day... As one of the world's ten most terrifying lakes, countless lives perish here every year for various reasons.

Josie drove slowly behind Tony Wendis, not making a move immediately.