ainst my country, in exchange 杭州水磨q微信 for raw sugar. They’re sharp traders, the Reds. In their doubledealing way, even from a friend and ally, they would want more sugar for fewer goods. Yes? I suppose,” the voice sneered, “one of your superiors, Mr. Hendriks, would not by any chance be in the Kremlin?”
The voice of Scaramanga cut through the ensuing hubbub. “Hey you guys, cut it out!” A reluctant silence fell. “When we formed this cooperative, it was agreed that the first object was to cooperate with one another. Okay, then. Mr. Hendriks. Let me put you more fully in the picture. So far as the total finances of The Group are 杭州足浴店按摩暗语 concerned, we have a fine situation coming up. As an investment group, we have good bets and bad bets. Sugar is a good bet, and we should ride that bet even though certain members of The Group have chosen not to be on the horse. Get me? Now 杭州足疗上门 hear me through. There are six ships controlled by The Group at this moment riding at anchor outside New York and other U.S. harbours. These ships are loaded with raw sugar. These ships, Mr. Hendriks, will not dock and unload until sugar futures, July futures, have risen another ten cents. In Washington, the Department of Agriculture and the sugar lobby know this. They know that we have them by the balls. Meantimes the liquor lobby is leaning on them-let alone Russia. The price of molasses is going up with sugar, and the rum barons are kicking up 杭州洗浴全套体验 hell and want our ships let in before there’s a 杭州按摩女价格 real shortage and the price goes through the roof. But there’s another side to it. We’re having to pay our crews and our charter bills and so on, and squatting ships are dead ships, dead losses. So something’s going to give. In the business, 杭州 养生保健 the situation we’ve developed is called the floating crop game-our ships lying offshore, lined up against the Government of the United States. All right. So now four of us stand to win or lose ten million bucks or so-us and our backers. And we’ve got this little business of the Thunderbird on the red side of the sheet. So what do you think, Mr. Hendriks? Of course we burn the crops where we can get away with it. I got a good in with the Rastafaris-that’s a beat sect here that grows beards and smokes ganja and mostly lives on a bit of land outside Kingston called the Dungle, the Dunghill, 杭州按摩店 and believes it owes allegiance to the King of Ethiopia, this King Zog or what-have-you, and that that’s their rightful home. So I’ve got a man in there, a man who wants the ganja for them, and I keep him supplied in exchange for plenty fires and troubles on the cane
lands. So all right, Mr. Hendriks. You just tell your superiors that what goes up must come down and that applies to the price of sugar like anything else. Okay?”
Mr. Hendriks said, “I will pass on your saying, Mr. Scaramanga. It will not cause pleasure. Now there is this business of the hotel. How is she standing, if you pliss? I think we are all wishing to know the true situation, isn’t it?”
There was a growl of assent.
Scaramanga went off into a long dissertation which was only of passing interest to Bond. Felix Leiter would in any