Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Treasure House warehouse.

Chen Yang took the large suitcase out of the cave and placed the items inside in front of him one by one.

Diaries, photos, all filled up the table...

Chen Yang picked up the things inside and looked at them carefully. Rabe's diary was written in German, and Weitling's diary was written in English.

After reading for a long time, Chen Yang was too lazy to translate word by word, so he directly turned on the audio-text synchronization function in the system.

"Turn on audio and text synchronization." In an instant, all the words in the diary appeared in my mind in Chinese.

As a senior game planner, writing articles is his forte.

Chen Yang kept reading the information in his diary, combining it with the reports he had read about the Nanjing Massacre...

Two hours later, a manuscript titled "The Tragedy of China, the Nanjing Massacre" was completed.

In order to avoid being noticed by the Japanese because of his handwriting, Chen Yang asked Ah Fu to copy his manuscript several times.

Ah Fu was overwhelmed with the manuscript in his hand.

When will the handyman who looks after the shop have to do this job?

Although he was dissatisfied, Ah Fu did not dare to say no. He could only sit at the counter, lower his head and write quickly.

Chen Yang took out all the photos, divided them into several bags and packed them separately.

The manuscript can be the same, but the photos cannot be the same.

He wanted to confuse the Japanese and make them think that it was not just one person who did this, but an organization...

It would be best to let them think that this was done by those people from the Red Party.

After sorting everything, Chen Yang hid the remaining original tape negatives in a small password box and stored it elsewhere.

The Japanese can say that diaries and other things are fake, but the images recorded by this camera cannot be faked.

Today’s society’s technology has not yet advanced to the point where AI can replace faces and make them indistinguishable from the real thing.

This 107-minute video is irrefutable evidence...

After everything was done, Chen Yang rubbed his arms, drank his tea leisurely, and waited for Ah Fu to finish copying.

"Dengdengdeng," suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded.

"Boss, boss." Gao Tianjiu took two steps at a time and rushed in...

"What's the matter? You're in a hurry..." Chen Yang put down his teacup and asked nonchalantly...

"Uh, Boss, there's something I don't know whether I should tell you..." Gao Tianjiu looked confused, as if he had been constipated for several days...

"Then don't say it." Chen Yang hated this kind of riddle-like way of speaking the most.

You've come to my door in a hurry, but you're still thinking about whether you should tell me or not. You don't even know whether you should tell me or not. Are you sick?

“Uh,” Gao Tianjiu was stunned, and his constipated expression looked even more uncomfortable.

"Boss, I'd better tell you."

"A customer came to our door and wanted to exchange something..."

Chen Yang was stunned. This is a black market transaction. I do business openly. I use real money. The transaction is settled in twos. Do you want to exchange something?

Chen Yang frowned and asked, "Who is this person? Why do you not know the rules?"

Gao Tianjiu made an "eight" gesture with his right hand and said, "So he is also an old customer."

"He was the one who bought the supplies you bought last time."

"He wanted to buy another batch of goods this time, but he had no money..."

"He came to me and knew that you had been hoarding supplies recently. He wanted to exchange the supplies for arms."

Oh, it's someone from the Red Party...

Chen Yang thought to himself, what a coincidence, just when he was about to use the name of the Red Party to cause trouble, the real culprit showed up so soon.

There is a god above my head, the ancients were not deceiving me...

Chen Yang touched his chin and said, "What supplies can they have?"

"Tungsten sand mine..."

"Puff?" Chen Yang spit out a mouthful of tea...

Tungsten ore refers to an ore containing tungsten, among which tungsten ore refers to tungsten-containing substances that can be used in industry, but not tungsten concentrate.

The latter refers to the material selected from tungsten ore, with a grade between 10% and 30%, while the former refers to the raw ore extracted from the mine, with a tungsten trioxide grade not exceeding %.

Tungsten ore can be divided into black tungsten ore and scheelite. The chemical composition of black tungsten ore is tungstate, and the chemical composition of scheelite is calcium tungstate, but their properties and uses are basically the same.

It can be used to make drill bits, armor-piercing projectiles, metal cutting tools, aircraft engines, spacecraft and satellite structures for geological drilling and mining.

Tungsten mines are mostly distributed in the United States, China, the Soviet Union and other countries on both sides of the Pacific Ocean.

At this time, the demand for tungsten ore was still used in the production of various military equipment.

The world's largest producer of tungsten ore is undoubtedly China, which is the largest source of wealth for the Red Party.

As a useless college student, Chen Yang vaguely remembered learning this piece of history when he was in school.

"How much tungsten ore does he have..." Chen Yang took a breath and asked.

This thing is in great demand. The French, the British, and even the Germans need it very much.

Especially the UK and Germany.

These two countries do not produce tungsten ore, and all tungsten sand is imported from China.

The head of the Third Reich wanted to start a war, so the demand for tungsten ore was naturally huge.

However, Chen Yang was not planning to sell the black sand. He wanted to exchange it for equipment with the Germans.

As we all know, the price of German equipment on the market is much higher than that of Japanese equipment.

Among Japanese weapons, the factory price of a light machine gun is about 860 yen, which is about 700 oceans per gun, but on the black market it starts at at least 1,100 oceans.

The ZB26 Czech light machine gun manufactured by the Third Reich cost 350 dollars to purchase, which is equivalent to oceans.

However, the selling price on the black market is as high as two thousand to two thousand five hundred per piece, with a profit of up to double.

Moreover, the supply is in short supply, because the quality of German products is much more durable than Japanese products, and they are also much more popular in the market than Japanese products...

In the past, logistics officers from Nanjing often secretly took German equipment to sell in the Shanghai market...

Often, as soon as the news is released, it is swept away.

This business seems to be promising.

Chen Yang touched his chin and said, "We can trade. Ask him how much tungsten ore he has and what the price is."

Gao Tianjiu said: "I have already asked, there are four ships in total, with a total of 50 tons, and the selling price is yuan per ton, which is yuan per kilograms."

"So cheap?" Chen Yang was a little surprised.

Because the price of tungsten ore is very transparent, according to his understanding, tungsten ore costs about 70 yuan per 100 kilograms.

The other party only wants fifty dollars. Doesn't this seem like a bargain?

Chen Yang felt that the other party would not be so simple...

"What does the other party want?"

Gao Tianjiu hesitated for a moment and said, "They want two mountain cannons, three hundred Type 38 rifles, and five light machine guns."

"Why doesn't he just go and rob?" Chen Yang got angry when he heard that.

Two mountain cannons cost 80,000 oceans, plus 300 rifles and five light machine guns, the total cost exceeded 140,000.

Well, are you selling at a low price or am I selling at a low price...

Gao Tianjiu said awkwardly: "Boss, the quantity of arms can be discussed, the important thing is the mountain artillery."

"I have already negotiated with Gao Jinzhong. Six mountain cannons cost 270,000 dollars."

"Where can we get the mountain artillery to sell to others..."

"What do they want mountain artillery for?" Chen Yang was a little surprised. "This thing is very valuable. Can they afford it?"