Chen Laohu's nose almost turned crooked when he saw these crooked melons and dates!

The people who came were wearing tattered Italian military uniforms, but...

But you damn well wear a whole suit!

The military cap is a piece of clothing, fastened on the head of a child who looks to be twelve or thirteen years old.

Children...!

It makes sense to stutter, who doesn’t have children?

The coat was put on a fat man who obviously didn't fit well. He was wearing something tight, like a mandarin jacket worn by a Tatar.

The lower body of the trousers is worn on a guy who is as thin as a bamboo pole.

Chen Laohu was very doubtful that his two legs could be inserted through one trouser leg.

Looking at the bald heads and snow-white hair on the temples of these two guys, Chen Laohu was helpless. What an old man!

Forget it if you just stutter, there is no old man in your family.

But this guy, who is a little over 1.8 meters tall and covered in tendons, is wearing nothing. How dare he pretend to be an Italian soldier?

"What's going on?" Chen Laohu pointed at the burly man.

"He said he was wearing military boots and was a militiaman." The staff officer in charge also looked helpless.

"civil……!"

Chen Laohu's nose was almost crooked with anger. There are still militiamen in this damn place in Italy?

"We'll give him a meal and then send him away." Chen Laohu waved his hand angrily.

"Deputy Commander, it can't be done. The militiaman has been here three times. He just sent it back the day before yesterday and ran back in the boat.

I even suspected that the people around him were all his relatives.

Originally, a bowl of noodles was enough, but now they also have canned beef.

If you don't give it, you won't leave. You are so shameless.

There are also those who refuse to leave, and even commit suicide by jumping into the sea if they say they are going to send them away."

"You can die if you want to. It's none of our business." Chen Laohu waved his hands impatiently.

"No, deputy commander, there will be more and more people like this. How many people are there in Italy? There are tens of millions, and we can't afford it.

Don't you know it? I've eaten more than three tons of noodles in the past few days.

More than three tons!”

"Fuck yes...!" Chen Laohu also scratched his head.

Three hundred people came today, and five hundred people will come tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, maybe a thousand people.

After three months or two, there are still tens of thousands of people here.

Three hundred people, five hundred people, it doesn't matter.

But tens of thousands of people is a big deal!

No matter how rich Ming Dynasty was, he could not raise Italians.

"Deputy Commander, my subordinates do have some suggestions."

"Say!" Chen Laohu waved his hand impatiently.

"When we go to war with the Europeans, all our trade is cut off.

I heard that Italians are naturally good at doing business, and we have so many things hoarded in our country.

When I came here, I saw that Alexandria was full of people.

Cotton cloth, food, soap, matches and other daily necessities were piled everywhere.

I thought, Italians must also need these things.

We might as well pull everything over and let the Italians dump it into Italy.

In this way, we can also make some money. If we do it well, our goods can continue to be dumped in Europe. There is no way anyone can make our products from Ming Dynasty cheaper and of better quality.

Even if we let these bad guys make a profit, our Ming Dynasty will still make a profit.

No matter what, it’s better than letting our Ming Dynasty’s things pile up in the goods yard and get exposed to wind and rain.”

"Eh...! You're a talented guy, just do it like this." Chen Laohu's eyes widened, not to mention that this method of smuggling is really good.

At least, the money to feed these people can be earned back.

It also avoids the loss of the goods accumulated in Ming Dynasty, killing two birds with one stone, truly killing two birds with one stone.

"What's your name?" Chen Laohu was very interested in this sensible consultant.

"Subordinate officer Shi Lang!"

"Shi Lang? Okay, I will remember you. This matter has been settled. You, a major, will become a lieutenant colonel. That's what I said."

Chen Laohu proudly patted Shi Lang on the shoulder. It was definitely a blessing to have such a smart subordinate.

"Thank you for the promotion, deputy commander. I will handle it now."

Chen Laohu finally solved a problem. Daming's factory developed early and was large enough.

The large scale means the cost is lower than those small factories in Europe!

In addition, the Ming Dynasty's shipping ships have become larger and larger in recent years, and the oil used is still affordable, so the freight is incredibly low.

This is also the reason why the Ming Dynasty and Europe were at odds with each other, but Europeans could not do without Ming Dynasty products.

Italians also have to eat and wear clothes. They also need soap and the new washing powder to wash their clothes.

All human beings have to eat, drink, and have food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Chen Laohu had a sad face when he came, but he was smiling when he left.

"Boss, did the deputy commander agree?" Looking at Chen Laohu's back, a staff officer came over.

"I agree! Brothers, we are going to send it out."

"Really, it's great.

The French are so short of oil that their eyes turn blue, and they use gold to buy refined oil.

Sent! Sent! Hahaha...!"

The staff officer smiled like a coughing toad.

"Eat, eat, go back and bring them some soap, matches or something.

Next time you come back, remember to bring money back. Remember, we only need Ming Dynasty silver dollars."

"Isn't the Ming Dynasty silver dollar fake? Why return it...!"

"The silver coins they made look exactly like the real ones and cost the same. They save us from having to make them in the Ming Dynasty!"

Besides, it’s actually hard for them to get Ming silver coins. Do you expect them to get gold in their hands?

Smuggling this little thing is a trivial matter, but the important thing is the refined oil business.

I checked it up and down, everything is fine."

Seeing that the young staff officer was still hesitant, Shi Lang looked around and whispered: "The boss of this matter is with the commander-in-chief's wife.

Zheng family, do you know? Our Da Honglu from the Ming Dynasty is my wife’s cousin.

Who is Da Honglu? He is our handsome student.

Got it?"

"Understood! Understood!" Upon hearing that there was such a big backer above, the young staff officer nodded in agreement.

The Italians finished their noodles and told them to go back by themselves.

The Italians were in an uproar immediately. In the past, the Ming Dynasty sent boats to take them back. Rowing back and forth was quite tiring!

The Italians were reluctant at first, but they saw that the Ming people had filled their ships with supplies that were in short supply.

There are even the most in-demand sugar cubes!

The burly officer told them to take all these goods back. When they come back next time, they can exchange the money for the next batch of goods.

There is only one condition, that is, you want Ming Dynasty silver dollars and not any bullshit lira.

I originally came here just to have a meal. You can't even get a meal in Italy, otherwise who would row a boat and come here to eat noodles.

Now not only do we have a good meal, but the ship is also filled with in-demand supplies.

This is very welcome, and it’s a credit sale. You can get the goods first and pay later!

If people from the Ming Dynasty do business, they are very generous, much better than the stingy French people.

Now the Italians are regretting that the boats they rowed over are too small and cannot carry much goods.

In fact, originally, they wanted to get rid of these boats, so the boats they rowed were all broken, and some even leaked, requiring them to scoop water out while rowing.
To be continued...