Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Seeing Zhou Zhengqing's sudden outburst, Shen Xilin was really shocked by the information placed on the table.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Shen Xilin knew that Zhou Zhengqing might have misunderstood something, so he quickly searched through the scattered documents.

His fingers shuttled eagerly across the papers, and his mouth was not idle either. He quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I don't want to resell opium! No matter how successful I am, Shen Xilin, I will never do such a business that will destroy my family lineage."

"If you're not going to resell it, then why did you smuggle it here? To eat it!" Zhou Zhengqing was still furious, his chest heaving violently.

As a time traveler, Zhou Zhengqing has a natural aversion and resistance to things like opium, so he is so furious now.

"Eat it as a meal!" Shen Xilin was slightly amused by Zhou Zhengqing's reaction. Then he looked up at Zhou Zhengqing with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "Don't you know how much profit opium makes? Your reaction is really too big."

"Nonsense! Of course I know that! But I also know the harm it does!" Zhou Zhengqing exclaimed, his brows furrowed tightly, the rage in his eyes undiminished. "Opium can ruin a person, a family, and even a country."

"No! I'm not talking about opium itself, but this!" Shen Xilin said hurriedly when he saw that Zhou Zhengqing still didn't understand, and at the same time handed a page of information he had just sorted out to Zhou Zhengqing.

Now it was Zhou Zhengqing's turn to be confused. He took the paper suspiciously, glanced upwards quickly, and saw the two eye-catching big words "Morphine" at the top. The font seemed to have a special magic that instantly made his heart beat faster.

When Zhou Zhengqing saw this word, the first things that came to his mind were the foreign war films he had watched before traveling through time, especially the scenes from American films.

For those seriously injured soldiers, the first thing the medical staff did when they arrived was to give them an injection of morphine.

As soon as the injection was given, the soldiers' pain seemed to be relieved a lot, so much so that Zhou Zhengqing thought morphine was some kind of miracle drug for a long time.

It was not until later that he learned from some popular science materials that morphine is actually a controlled drug and must never be used casually. Once abused, it will cause people to become seriously dependent.

But he really didn't know what the relationship was between morphine and opium.

In his understanding, opium seems to be just addictive, what does it have to do with morphine?

"Morphine has always been a hot commodity on the black market, with a price more than three times that of its weight in gold. Now that the war has broken out, the demand for morphine has skyrocketed, and it's already out of stock!" Shen Xilin explained at the right time.

Seeing Zhou Zhengqing's attention drawn to the information, he continued, "By soaking opium in hot water and ammonia, through a series of complex chemical processes, a white crystalline compound can be extracted, which is morphine.

Japan established 17 opium refineries in Northeast China, all of which were strictly controlled by the "Manchukuo Monopoly Administration."

The morphine and other derivatives produced accounted for 5% of Manchukuo's fiscal revenue.

Because the profit of morphine is so huge, just last year, the Japanese Concession in Tianjin secretly built a processing point, and even used morphine as raw material to produce "yellow arsenic" (crude heroin), and then sold it throughout North China to make huge profits.

Furthermore, yellow arsenic is extremely addictive, and its production is firmly controlled by the Japanese, so many Japanese intelligence agencies like to use it to control certain important figures. This is simply despicable."

Zhou Zhengqing slowly read through the information on morphine in his hand, then looked up at Shen Xilin and said, "Producing morphine from opium? Do you have the technology and equipment? And Manchukuo also has its own processing plants producing morphine. How can we obtain the raw materials?!"

In response to Zhou Zhengqing's question, Shen Xilin raised his mustache and said, "Of course I don't have this technology and equipment, but there are people who do, and as long as you have money, they are very happy to provide this technology and equipment.

As for the raw material, opium! There is no need to worry about this. Although the Japanese have opened so many processing plants, their equipment is all discarded by others, and they are old and outdated. The production scale is not large, and they simply cannot consume so much opium.

In addition, the Japanese wanted to use opium to corrupt the fighting power of the Chinese people and the army, so they smuggled opium into the interior on a large scale.

We can take advantage of this opportunity to collect the "scraps" discarded by the Japanese in the early stage and use them for our own use.

When the business grows bigger, we can even directly trade opium with Manchukuo, which can indirectly prevent Manchukuo opium from entering the Chinese market."

"Who are the people you are talking about who can provide technology and equipment?" Zhou Zhengqing frowned and asked in confusion.

To be honest, Zhou Zhengqing was tempted! He could make a fortune while preventing opium from poisoning the people. What a win-win situation!

"Germany!" Shen Xilin said with a confident smile on his face, "I have run a foreign business for many years and know many Germans, including a former technician from Merck.

Merck is the inventor of morphine, and the subcutaneous morphine it produces is also the best-selling product in the world.

As for equipment, German companies can also order it. Now some people in China are secretly producing morphine, and they will also purchase some production equipment, but they are all eliminated by Germany.

As long as we pay a high price, the Germans don't mind selling us some advanced extraction equipment.

What's more, I also plan to pay patent fees to the Germans. In this way, we can even pay directly and apply to Merck to send a group of technical personnel to come to China to guide production!

Especially subcutaneous morphine, which was a necessity for the army during the war.

It can quickly relieve the pain of injured soldiers and even save the lives of those on the brink of death, playing an immeasurable role in improving the combat effectiveness of the army."

After hearing what Shen Xilin said, Zhou Zhengqing's pupils contracted and dilated, and he was really shocked.

He didn't expect Shen Xilin to be so wild that he could actually find a way to produce advanced medicines of this era and even establish connections with German pharmaceutical companies.

While being shocked, Zhou Zhengqing also felt a little worried.

"After the morphine is produced, who should we sell it to? The Germans won't want us to seize their international market, right? Do you want to sell it to the Chinese army?" Zhou Zhengqing asked with a frown, his tone full of suspicion.

Hearing this, Shen Xilin laughed awkwardly and said self-deprecatingly, "That's probably impossible. The officers of the National Army are so stingy even when giving hair to their men, how could they possibly purchase morphine for the soldiers?

They care more about their own pockets and status than the lives of their soldiers.

What I mean is, maybe you can promote it among the Japanese army. After all, morphine is indeed a good thing, but it can't be used too much. " When talking about using it more, Shen Xilin blinked, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.