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Chapter 20 Searching for Help

“The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish,” Yusuke Ino murmured twice, his glasses suddenly lighting up.

"Chen Sang, I really admire you more and more."

"You, like us, possess a tenacious and fighting spirit..."

"However, appreciation is appreciation, and business is business."

"This time we provided a total of 640 tons of supplies, worth 100,000 US dollars, with the highlight being those 20 boxes of medicine."

"Medicines are very sensitive and cannot be stored in the warehouse, so we store them in another place."

"Here is a business card with Ando-kun's phone number on it. Once you find a buyer, contact Ando-kun as soon as possible, and he will arrange for a car to deliver the medicine."

"Remember, whatever you do, don't make a mistake, or people will die."

Yusuke Ino is right; if medicine is discovered, people can indeed die.

It's important to know that before PEN appeared, sulfonamide anti-inflammatory drugs were the mainstream on the battlefield.

The HX region was the site of continuous warfare, from the late Qing Dynasty to the Beiyang Government, and then to the Blue Army's dominance of HX after the success of the Northern Expedition. This period lasted for several decades.

Now that RB has invaded HX and wars are raging everywhere, the demand for medicine far exceeds the demand for supplies, regardless of which faction is red or blue.

Moreover, this thing is extremely valuable.

Even ordinary anti-inflammatory pills are sold by the pill on the black market, with each pill costing between two and five silver dollars, depending on the situation.

Yusuke Ino took out twenty boxes of medicine and said they were worth 100,000 US dollars, which must be anti-inflammatory injections.

The injection typically costs twenty yuan per shot in hospitals, and it has always been in short supply.
Yusuke Ino provided imported goods smuggled in by French trading companies. The specifications were 100 boxes per carton, with 12 syringes per box, which translates to about four US dollars per syringe, but it could sell for as high as twelve US dollars per syringe.

A 300% profit margin—that price is enough to make people take the risk.

Chen Yang took the business card and put it in his inner pocket, calmly saying, "Ino-kun, please rest assured, I will definitely take care of it within three days."

Yusuke Ino patted Chen Yang on the shoulder: "Chen-san, if you can do that, then you will be our only partner."

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Lin Mansion, Ferguson Road, Shanghai.

Chen Yang quickly reached an agreement with Lin Xueli on the price of the supplies.

The chambers of commerce and many large trading companies in the French Concession are currently stockpiling supplies.

Lin Xueli tried everything but made little progress. When he heard Chen Yang say that he still had $110,000 worth of supplies, he immediately decided to let Chen Yang leave them for him.

He needed a day to raise the funds, after all, $110,000 was no small sum, and he couldn't come up with it all at once with his wealth.

Having sorted out the supplies, Chen Yang began to worry about the medicine.

Although he assured Yusuke Ino that he could dispose of the medicine within three days, he was actually not confident.

The profit margin for medicines is much higher than that for supplies; Chen Yang only earned a small fee for his hard work on this batch of supplies.

But medicine is different. He needs to earn enough to buy the shops next to Lin Yongren's; otherwise, all his hard work will have been in vain.

Therefore, the price of these twenty boxes of sulfonamide drugs must be at least around 130,000 US dollars.

That works out to $6,500 a box.

There aren't many people in Shanghai who dare to trade pharmaceuticals. You wouldn't dare get involved in this without some serious skills, because if you're caught, you'll be executed.

Moreover, these people in the pharmaceutical business all have their own channels, and even if Chen Yang brings the medicine to their door, they might not dare to take it.

Who knows if Japanese people will come knocking on his door the moment he accepts the medicine?

Therefore, given his current situation, he can only find a middleman to act as an intermediary. And the best choice for this middleman is his second brother, Lin Xueyi, who is single-mindedly focused on doing black market business.

Of course, if possible, it would be best to reserve this batch of medicines for use by the organization.

However, the situation is urgent, and Chen Yang cannot guarantee that Jianbing can raise the corresponding payment within three days.

Even if he could raise the funds, he couldn't guarantee that Jianbing would have the resources to deliver the medicines out of Shanghai.

Most importantly, the deliveryman is a Japanese, and if Jianbing's identity is accidentally exposed, he will be guilty of a thousand deaths.

After much deliberation, Chen Yang decided to send the goods to the black market.

He made a phone call to Lin Xueyi about the medicine, and Lin Xueyi didn't doubt the origin of the medicine at all.

He genuinely believed, as Chen Yang had said, that this batch of medicines was for internal use by the Osaka Chamber of Commerce and that he had secretly taken them out to sell.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang sighed, wondering how his naive second brother had managed to stay in the Green Gang for so many years.

In the evening, the servants in the Lin family kitchen prepared dinner under the direction of the housekeeper, Aunt Gui.

Chen Yang walked down the stairs and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when Lin Xueyi rushed in from outside.

"Chen Yang, we've found the way. The deal can be made tonight."

Lin Xueyi started yelling as soon as they met, and Chen Yang was immediately at his wits' end.

No, this is something you can't say in public. Are you out of your mind?

Chen Yang covered Lin Xueyi's mouth and dragged him into the study.

"Chen Yang, what are you doing? I'm just here to inform you that our boss said the deal can be made tonight."

"The price is as you said, 150,000 US dollars for 20 boxes of goods. However, according to the rules, we will take a 10% cut."

Chen Yang frowned and said, "Price isn't the problem. The problem is, can your boss be trusted? Could there be problems with the people he's hired?"

Lin Xueyi said confidently, "Chen Yang, you can rest assured."

“Our boss is known for his loyalty, so the trading partners he finds for you are definitely reliable.”

"Moreover, we are just middlemen. During the formal transaction, you will be present to settle the goods and inspect them."

"If the goods you receive are not as described, I can't help you if something goes wrong."

"Here, the transaction address is."

Chen Yang took the slip of paper, opened it, and saw an address: Kuixingji Cotton Yarn Factory, No. 1129 Maoming Road.

"Second Brother, I want to know if I can receive the money right here?" After reading the note, Chen Yang tore it up and threw it into the spittoon.

Lin Xueyi glanced at Chen Yang in surprise: "Chen Yang, it seems this is really your first time doing this kind of business."

"You really don't understand the rules of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. Let me tell you, of course it's not like that."

“Normally, transactions are done by delivering the goods first and then paying. After you complete the transaction, the funds will be delivered to our stall.”

"If the other party fails to deliver it, we will be responsible for compensating you for your losses."

"We're the middlemen; we're not making money off you for nothing."

"Of course, if there is a problem with the goods during the transaction and the other party refuses to accept them, then you will also have to pay."

"In short, if you ask us to do something, you have to pay us whether or not it works out."

After listening for a while, Chen Yang finally understood: wasn't this just a fear of being bypassed by the intermediary?
(End of this chapter)