While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Bach fell into deep thought, calculating the feasibility of $3.5 per gram.

After a long silence, Bach hesitated and said:

"Sir, it's $3.50 per gram, so one ton would be $3.5 million."

"At this price, if I apply for funding from the Party and the State, will they approve it?"

"It's not just me; even if you report me and try to get me removed, no one can approve it."

"The top brass of the Party and the State are not fools. The price you're asking for is too high."

Tom wasn't afraid of Bach's hesitation, but he was afraid of Bach sticking to his guns and refusing to agree no matter what.

After all, Tom wasn't a real Nazi spy; why would he risk his life to report Bach?

Tom stepped forward and put his arm around Bach's shoulder, trying to get closer to him while guiding the conversation:

"Young man, this shows that your perspective isn't broad enough."

"Let me ask you, what is the price of pure tungsten on the black market in Germany right now?"

Bach may not be good at intelligence work, but he has always been diligent in business, he replied immediately:

"On average, it costs $4-6 per gram, but prices vary slightly depending on the location."

"The Kuomintang government has both production and quality requirements for steel mills. In order to meet production needs, most factory managers will buy raw materials from the black market."

"With war raging, the Party and the State turned a blind eye to this."

"Even many high-ranking party and state officials were involved."

Tom gave Bach a knowing smile.

Bach took a few seconds to react, and said in horror:

"No, no, no!"

"I'm just an ordinary intelligence officer, how can I compare to the top brass of the Party and the State?"

"If I dared to secretly sell tungsten on the black market, the Gestapo would really kill me!"

Tom burst into laughter, almost laughing until tears streamed down his face, and said:

"Hahaha!"

"The Gestapo?"

"The Gestapo only earns a few dozen dollars a month, why risk their lives like that!"

Bach answered instantly with a look of fear on his face:

"Sir, the Gestapo are different; they won't be swayed by money."

"You wouldn't believe it, but last month I had a colleague who didn't meet his steel smuggling quota."

"Even with the family's savings of over eight hundred dollars, it still couldn't save his life."

"The month before last, I had another colleague..."

Ignoring Bach's stubbornness, Tom pulled out ten thousand dollars from his pocket, which was leftover from his savings and intended for spending money.

Tom held up ten thousand dollars and waved it in front of Bach.

Ten thousand dollars today is equivalent to one million dollars eighty years from now!

Bach stared wide-eyed, his gaze following Tom's hand as it swayed from side to side.

Seeing so much money, who wouldn't be dazzled?

Seeing that the time was ripe, Tom continued to tempt him:

"Eight hundred dollars isn't enough, how about eight thousand or eighty thousand dollars?"

"Don't be so narrow-minded; use the bulk of your profits to bribe those above and below you."

Remember this:

"Within the Party's borders, everyone else makes money, and only then can you make money."

"You ate alone, so you deserve to be came knocking on your door by the Gestapo."

"In addition, you can spread the word for me."

"Anyone who cooperates with us will not only receive money, but will also be able to obtain permanent residency in the United States in the future."

"Including the Gestapo."

"Of course, if you want to come and live permanently in the United States, you are welcome to do so anytime."

Seeing that Tom had even thought of a way out, Bach finally made up his mind and said:

"Yes, sir. I'll talk to my superior later."

Little did Bach know that Tom's so-called "American retreat" would send all his fellow Nazis to the hell Tom had designed.

Tom nodded and continued, as if bewitched by a devil:

"Young man, you must remember that the price difference between the black markets in the US and Germany isn't just for pure tungsten."

Despite Nazi propaganda portraying the country as a picture of peace and prosperity, the land was already filled with the ravages of war.

If war supplies are all replenished through smuggling, how can there be a sufficient supply of various civilian goods?

The profits inside are enormous!

Upon hearing this, Bach seemed to awaken from a dream.

The old senior is truly worthy of being called a senior member of the Party and the State.

Did I take the Party and the State for granted in the past?

The older generation was more enlightened; they never took the Party and the state seriously.

Tom found a pen and paper on Vito's desk and wrote a small note.

Then, Tom got up and went outside.

As soon as Tom stepped out of the "prayer room," he began to hurl insults at Thomas in front of everyone:

"Thomas, the man you've hired is a complete warmonger!"

"An evil, dead Nazi!"

"They actually want to use me to smuggle special metals?"

"Other products are negotiable, but specialty metals are the lifeblood of America; there's no way I'm going to cooperate with them!"

Watching Tom seamlessly switch between modes, Bach swallowed hard, thinking to himself:

This is probably what the elite of the Party-state should look like.

They are highly skilled in their work and are both bold and meticulous when it comes to making money.

A tiger in the heart, yet a rose in the gentle sniff!

Tom flung his sleeves and angrily left the Corleone family's stronghold.

Father Vito quickly caught up with Tom, speaking kindly as he helped him into the car.

Just before getting on the train, Tom secretly slipped the note to Vito's godfather.

After Tom left, Vito opened the note:

The price has been agreed upon: $3.5 per gram for pure tungsten.

I'll manage my own channels, you can buy from the black market.

Vito was shocked: pure tungsten costs $3.5 per gram!

At this price, you can make at least seven or eight hundred thousand US dollars per ton of pure tungsten!

Moreover, the buyer was Germany, which was at war, and could take unlimited amounts of goods, making it a pure seller's market!

Vito the Godfather also understood that Tom was implying that he was doing it in private, and that he was trying to absolve Tom of responsibility.

Tom had said long ago that he wanted to climb higher.

In the United States, "climbing" is equivalent to "running for election."

Candidates should not have overly obvious dirt.

If smuggling goes wrong in the future, you must not implicate Tom.

If Tom doesn't bite, he might still remember their past relationship and take care of the Corleone family;

If they were to bite Tom, the Corleone family would be wiped out of New York City.

Tom rode in his Stipunk to work on his pure tungsten channel.

Before going, Tom needed to go home first to leave the paperwork for the apartment he had bought.

I'd also like to advise my parents to move and retire as soon as possible.

Tom went home. He was lucky; his parents got off work early today and were both home, which was rare for them.

Leonard and Penny readily agreed to the move.

Especially Penny, who was overjoyed at the thought of showing off to her old girlfriends.

Mid-range apartments in Manhattan can cost more than ten times more than low-end neighborhoods in Princeton.

Whether Tom's apartment can sell for three thousand dollars is still an open question.

Regarding retirement, Leonard and Penny said they were considering it.

Leonard and Penny both grew up in the community and have been running their community clinic for over a decade.

If all contact were to be severed overnight, Leonard and Penny would feel a pang of sadness at losing their old neighbors.

Tom expressed his understanding and then said goodbye to his parents.

Tom drove toward Denise's apartment before nightfall.