American Comic Dimensional Trading Device

"...You actually understand Chinese?" Josie's eyes widened when she heard the fluent and clear Chinese.

“Is that strange? I understand eighteen languages,” Yuri said, raising an eyebrow.

...Okay, you're the boss, you're amazing!

“However, blood samples from super soldiers are hard to come by, but there is a very special kind of blood that I wonder if you would be interested in,” Josie asked Yuri.

"Oh? What kind of blood?" Yuri asked curiously.

“A legendary creature, a dragon,” Josie replied.

“…Of course, I’m very interested!” Yuri’s eyes lit up when he heard Josie’s words.

Why was he interested in super soldiers? Because Yuriko wasn't just a simple physicist; he was also extremely knowledgeable about biology.

In the Yuri faction of Red Alert, there is a type of unit similar to a super soldier... that is the Berserker, which is the product of combining various animal genes with human genes.

So when he heard Josie mention super soldiers, his first thought was to add super soldier genes to the berserker.

In addition, dinosaur genes are also on his list of plans.

Now, hearing Josh say that he could actually get his hands on a dragon, he became even more excited.

"That's good, but it's too early to talk about these things now. The most important thing right now is to help you get back into the industrial age. I'll probably have a lot of things that I need your help with research. Let's call it a day, it's too late!" Seeing that it was already past midnight, Josie was also sleepy, so she took the initiative to end this extremely long conversation.

"Sorry, honey, things have changed a bit in business lately, and I might have to stay in Chicago for a while." The next morning, Josie called Margot.

“It’s okay. I’m tired of staying here anyway, so I might as well go home.” Hearing that Josie couldn’t come back, Margot thought that it was pointless for her to stay in Florida alone, so she might as well go back to Chicago. After all, Chicago’s winter is almost over anyway.

Josie naturally had no objection to this.

After saying goodbye to Margot, he made another phone call and arranged for a private plane to pick her up.

"Francesca!" Josie called to the maid who was busy making breakfast after hanging up the phone.

“Sir, what can I do for you?” Francesca asked.

“I have two ostrich eggs in my study that a friend gave me. See if you can make one. Just put the other one in the refrigerator for now,” Josie instructed. The ostrich egg he was referring to was actually a Pachycephalosaurus egg that he had traded with Yuri.

Of course, he couldn't say it was a dinosaur egg, so he could only claim it was an ostrich egg.

Fortunately, although Pachycephalosaurus was much larger than an ostrich, its eggs were not much bigger.

Francesca was a little confused when she heard what Josie said.

Ostrich eggs? She's never made them before.

But since Josh had said so, she couldn't refuse, especially since she had just asked Josh for help yesterday, and she couldn't find a reason to turn down.

But since it's an egg, apart from being a bit bigger, it should be prepared similarly to chicken eggs, right?

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Francesca found the two eggs Josie had mentioned in her study, moved them to the kitchen, put one in the refrigerator, and prepared to crack open the other.

"Wait!" Just as Francesca was about to start, Josie walked into the kitchen. "I'll do it myself, you can go out!"

Although Francesca was puzzled, she obediently left the kitchen.

Josie breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she had completely left.

Because he had just remembered that if the two eggs were not fully formed, then there was naturally no problem.

But if it takes shape, even just a little bit, then there will be a big problem.

So he rushed over and sent the maid away, preparing to do it himself.

The dinosaur eggshell was quite thick, and it took some effort to crack it open. Fortunately, it wasn't fully formed and looked no different from a regular egg.

But it smells very fishy, ​​how can this taste good?

I beat the eggs and made myself some fried dragon eggs.

Once the eggs were cooked, Josie noticed that the strong fishy smell had mostly dissipated.

Try it, the texture is more tender than an egg, it's really quite delicious.

However, an egg weighing over three pounds is quite substantial.

Furthermore, it's not advisable to eat too many eggs, so Josie only ate one-third of one.

As for the rest, the maids will naturally take care of it.

After finishing breakfast, Josie went out to pick up the goods.

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Chapter 56 I Have Many Legitimate Businesses

"How's it going? Any problems with the new order?" Josie asked Lyndon Schneider, who was sitting next to her in the restaurant.

The agreed time hadn't actually arrived yet, but since both of them worked in offices, they naturally arrived early for gatherings and meetings.

Dix, on the other hand, is not an option. As the Blackwater Gang's influence and sphere of influence continue to expand, he is constantly on the move and will not stay in Chicago for long.

He is now a frequent flyer.

It's perfectly normal to arrive a little late.

As for Sheriff Dietrich… no, thanks to Josh now, he has gone from sheriff to district police commissioner, which is equivalent to precinct chief. In this role, it is not appropriate for him to frequently appear in this restaurant, so unless Josh deems it necessary, he rarely attends group meetings anymore.

“Most of it is fine, but the industrial equipment and the Japanese chicken will take a little time,” Lyndon Schneider replied. Although he found it strange that Josie would suddenly want some Japanese chicken, he wisely refrained from asking and did not think that this request violated the rules that Josie had previously set for the Blackwater Gang.

After the attack on Pearl Harbor, apart from a few Akita dogs or saints, no American citizen treated Japanese people as human beings. Immigrants from other Asian countries hated Japanese people even more. During this period, Asians were already subject to discrimination in the United States, and Japanese people, by their own efforts, brought this situation to a peak.

Not to mention that during this period in Asia, the Japanese did not regard people from other countries as human beings at all, and the Japanese have never repented. Not to mention the horrific toilets, places like Hashima Island, which are inhumane, are still being applied for World Heritage status by the Japanese in the 21st century. It is clear that this race has never considered itself human.

Therefore, Josie felt absolutely no psychological pressure about transferring some of the Japanese chickens to Yuri.

"That's good. There's no need to rush. Take your time. Have you received any other good stuff?" Josie nodded and then asked.

“There is indeed a rather special shipment, a batch of M1897s used for early military training. I wonder if you, boss, would be interested?” Lyndon Schneider nodded.

"Shotguns? That's not very interesting." Upon hearing the M1897, Josie's first thought was the Winchester M1897. She shook her head. This thing was only used in trench warfare. Its range was so short that it didn't really have much significance in the Game of Thrones world.

"Ahem, boss, it's not a shotgun, it's a cannon, Miss France!" Lyndon Schneider quickly reminded Josie when he realized she had misunderstood.

Upon hearing the name Miss France, Josie's eyes immediately lit up.

It turns out that Lyndon Schneider was referring to the M1897 75mm model manufactured by the French company Schneider Electric... Wait, this manufacturer is actually Schneider Electric's own company.

But that's not the point.

The key point is that this cannon has another, more famous name for the people of Xia—the Second Battalion Commander's Italian Cannon.

However, despite its great fame and widespread use by various countries during World War I, it is undeniable that by the later stages of the war, this cannon was already outdated.

After World War I, this cannon became obsolete and was either dismantled or sold to Asia.

Only the United States, which had previously pursued isolationism, retained a number of Miss France for training purposes before entering the war.

With the outbreak of war, the United States' industrial potential was fully unleashed, and the US military has now basically replaced its equipment with various more advanced artillery pieces, so these aging French ladies have naturally lost their purpose.

But Josie doesn't mind.

This outdated but lightweight and easy-to-transport light field gun, with its decent attack capabilities, was a perfect fit for Daenerys.

Especially now that Daenerys has recovered enough and officially landed on Dragonstone, preparing for a full-scale invasion of Westeros, selling her these cannons would be extremely useful, whether for sieges or for bombarding the White Walkers.

“That’s really good stuff. How many cannons are there? Are there enough shells?” Josie asked.

"There are two hundred guns in total, but the number of shells isn't actually that high; it's less than five per gun on average, mostly high-explosive and shrapnel shells," Lyndon Schneider said.

A standard artillery load for the U.S. military is fifty rounds.

That is, each cannon has an average of nearly 250 shells available.

This number would amount to a localized conflict in Europe, but for Daenerys, it would be enough to flatten all obstacles in Westeros.

“Okay, let’s contact the seller and try to negotiate the price down. Then we’ll arrange a warehouse, and I’ll send someone to transport the goods.” Josie nodded and agreed.

Lyndon Schneider naturally had no objections, and he certainly wouldn't ask Josie how to transport it.

Both he and Dix knew that Josie had a elusive "transportation team".

A while later, Dix arrived, accompanied by Goss, who was now considered the number three in the Blackwater gang.

"Sorry boss, I'm late!" When Dix arrived, he greeted Josie politely, just like always.

Josie greatly admired this attitude.

“It’s alright, we just arrived early. Please have a seat. I heard those Italians are getting a bit restless again.” Josie waved his hand, gesturing for the other person to sit down, and then poured him a glass of his favorite Kentucky bourbon from his hometown.

“Yes, the problem mainly lies in New York. Those families have hired a group of Jews again, and it’s very difficult for the Irish gangs there to break through their blockade.” Dix took the drink and took a nice sip.

"Tsk, it's Jews again. They're really hard to get rid of." Josie shook her head upon hearing this. Although Jews are annoying, you have to admit that these guys are indeed resilient.

"Fortunately, the overall situation isn't too bad. Their influence is basically suppressed in New York State. Mafia organizations in other areas, including Philadelphia and Atlantic City, have begun to gradually gravitate towards us because they can make more money by following us," Dix said with a smile.

“This is a good thing. It’s all about making money, which isn’t shameful. But we have to be careful about information security and not trust them too much. Otherwise, the first person they’ll kill will be you when you can no longer make money with them,” Josie said, taking a bite of the cookie Anna had brought her earlier.

He was not surprised that Italians from some areas would be close to Dix.

Just like when the Italians suppressed the Irish, many Irish gangs would also side with the Italians. In the end, they were all from the lower classes and had prejudices against each other, but none of them went so far as to eliminate each other. Everything was still based on interests.

"By the way, boss, with the expansion of the Blackwater Gang's influence, the gang now has a lot more business. Are you interested?" Dix nodded and then asked.

“Well, didn’t I already say that I have no interest in gang business? Apart from some goods, all the profits from your other businesses belong to you,” Josie said.