I want to be a good person

"Mr. Wang, sorry for the wait."

Seeing Gao Deli come in, Mr. Wang and the other man quickly stood up, their eyes full of anticipation and their exposed skin feeling a little hot.

There are black markets selling guns everywhere, and since we don’t have enough money, we have to send out more than a dozen teams to purchase supplies.

The food, cloth and other supplies purchased from Heyisheng, including the shipping costs, were cheaper than those on the black market.

It's human nature not to put down chopsticks when something tastes delicious.

Upon hearing the news, the two couldn't help but feel happy. They had originally prepared a bunch of excuses to try to persuade him, but they didn't expect that they wouldn't be used.

“This is a great help to us.”

"Here is the list and the quotation, please take a look."

Mr. Wang took it and looked at the quotation first, then the total amount and then the corresponding category.

"70 Type 4200 rifles with bayonets, 20 rounds of ammunition, 400 Hanyang rifles, 5 rounds of ammunition, 2000 Type 10 rifles, 300 rounds of ammunition, box pistols, rounds of ammunition."

"Good guy."

The two were delighted, and Mr. Wang asked.

"Seventy-nine rounds are so few, don't you have any?"

"We don't have this. The Japanese don't use it, and the puppet army doesn't have much of it."

After these words were spoken, the two men understood that these were all looted by the Japanese, so they wondered whether they should mobilize them to join the team.

It seems that I need to go back and report. It is still beneficial to join the team. As long as we can explain the reasons and move them with emotion, ideological work is the most effective in the face of justice.

"How do I pay for the stuff?"

The key is how to pay. You can't just use legal currency to get by.

What is too much or too little?

Zhang Aiguo knows very well that what is easy to get is also easy to be abandoned!

Only women of the new era can be so aggressive and give themselves away as to be helpless against the foreigners.

"Hey, can we discuss this?"

"Oh, sorry."

Gao Deli took back the quotation and lit it with a match.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Mr. Wang snatched it back and extinguished it with all his might.

Looking at the torn quotation sheet, I feel like crying but have no tears.

"I say, this is a small business, and we have to support a large family. We don't sell on credit."

Whether it's a IOU, a receipt or a promissory note, none of them makes sense.

This thing has ruined so many families in the past that some officials dare not even acknowledge it. They would always send an expert to mobilize people to donate it as a cultural relic without saying a word about the content.

All related are related, all related are related!

Who will make the decision? No one is taking the lead.

"No, we didn't say we wanted to buy on credit. We just wanted to barter."

"what?"

"Wormite"

"What is that? I'll go find the boss."

After saying that, he walked away with a thump.

After Zhang Aiguo received the news, he simply went down to face it.

"How many tons? Is it refined?"

"After rough refining, more than 3 tons."

"How much does it cost?"

"7000 per ton."

"The crude refining purity is not good enough. The Japanese are very strict now. The risk is too great."

"Then you tell me a suitable price."

"5000 per ton. I'll deliver the goods to your door and I'll pick them up at your place, saving you the travel expenses. I'll bear the risks."

Currently, Spain exports tungsten ore at 300 pounds per ton. In two years, the price will surge 20 times. Zhang Aiguo has an idea to stockpile some of this stuff.

The density of tungsten is 19.35g/cubic centimeter, which is almost the same as gold. One load of tungsten sand can be exchanged for one load of silver dollars, which is known as tungsten gold!

The fight between blue and red is about resources.

"Do you have any tungsten ore? Sell it all to me. I can provide two tanks and a plane."

"We have little use for tanks. Good horses don't have saddles. We don't know how to fly airplanes. We just need guns and ammunition."

"can."

"I can provide some grenade launchers."

"There are still 30 tons, which were looted."

"Okay, do you want all the guns and ammunition? Or do you want to add a batch of supplies?"

"How about we go back and discuss it."

"Okay, but I have a suggestion. You should not go to the concession. You can go to Baiyun Temple to find my senior brother, Wuweizi."

Zhang Aiguo thought about it and decided to find a way out for his master and fellow brothers. Even though they might complain about too many people when eating and too few people when working, it was still a way to survive.

"On what basis?"

He took out a pen, wrote a few words, and put the note in a book called "Tai Shang Ganying Pian".

"By the way, I have one more thing."

Zhang Aiguo took out another note and handed it over with a cold face.

A strip of a white horse.

"this?"

Embarrassed, red appeared on Mr. Wang's face.

It's really rare, and it's getting rarer and rarer.

"I'll do my best. I won't make things difficult for you."

"Thank you for your understanding. The war of resistance is not easy. We are also in a difficult situation. It is inevitable that we will be a little extreme in raising supplies."

"I understand. It's much better than the National Army."

The Kuomintang's army was plundered on the principle of robbing, taking food from the mouths of the people. They were not good at fighting, but they were good at robbing things. As long as they set their eyes on something, they would rob it without even a fight.

But if the payment is not going to be made, why bother writing a receipt?

Six fingers tickling an itch is redundant.

Gao Deli sent the other party away, and came back and asked nervously: "Boss, where can we get so many things?"

"Don't worry, but this transaction cannot be included in Heyisheng."

"I understand. If the Japanese knew about this, it would be really embarrassing."

"Well, it's good to understand."

The annoying autumn wind makes the fallen leaves tumble and the grass cannot control itself.

The coolness came a little early this year, so there is no worry about warmer weather and no carbon credits.

Zhang Aiguo has always wanted to cash in on planes, tanks and armored vehicles, but he has not been able to do so. Why not try selling them to the team leader, who is the only one who doesn't mind.

The red team is too poor.

After returning to Shikumen, they took out the telegraph and sent electricity to Hong Kong.

The National Government set up an office in Hong Kong specifically responsible for foreign trade.

Things are progressing exceptionally smoothly. $52 has been received and the contract between the two parties requires that the goods be shipped to the site in mid-October.

There is plenty of time, what are you missing?

food.

There was a food shortage everywhere, and several major grain-producing provinces were caught in the war. How could the yield of only a few hundred kilograms per acre of land feed 40 million people?

In August of the 28th year of the Republic of China, the price of rice in Shanghai soared from 8 yuan per dan to 14 yuan.

The price of rice at Heyisheng follows the market and rises every day. The price changes every day, and the purchase is limited to 1 kilogram per person per day. The more this goes on, the more panic is growing.

The shops were closed and crowded with people trying to buy rice.

If the guys weren't equipped with guns, all the goods would have been snatched away by desperate people.

Wen Wei Po called for continuing to practice frugality and saving money. In extraordinary times, when the survival of the country is at stake, when soldiers on the front line are fighting bloody battles and refugees in the rear are starving, donating to charitable organizations to help the refugees is a more meritorious act than satisfying one's appetite.

Putting down the newspaper, does it work?

Zhang Aiguo looked at the stewed chicken on the table. One chicken cost three dollars.

Those who have a conscience cannot make money, but who are the ones who make a fortune from the national disaster?

Isn't this just like a turtle chanting sutras? I won't listen!

It was late at night and the weather was cold. The "street angel" was shivering as he slept against the wall in his thin clothes and without a quilt.

Zhang Aiguo was walking alone on the street, wearing a black shorts and a hat, avoiding the police.

I almost stepped on the "angel" just now. All the corners that can shelter from the wind are filled with them.

There are frozen corpses on the road, while the rich have wine and meat.

How many years has passed!

How come it’s the same as the end of the Qing Dynasty!

No matter how things change, the essence remains the same!