Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

Stationmaster Xu heard this and also remembered this person, and hurriedly said:

"Are you talking about the guy known as the waiter at the Military Control Bureau? I have some impression of him. Actually, he is my student."

"Once, Boss Dai arranged for me to be an instructor in a special training class. This waiter was indeed a headache. He failed in shooting, fighting, and physical fitness, except for intelligence analysis, which he was relatively strong in."

"Every time I passed the comprehensive assessment at graduation, my overall score was always failing, and I was held back every time. This was a headache for all the instructors."

"Sixth Brother, if such a mess could really be given such an important position, I'm afraid he would mess it up again, and then neither you nor I would be able to explain to the higher-ups."

"Fourth brother, everyone has his own strengths, and this waiter is no exception. It's just that he is not placed in the right position. I can guarantee that this person will be fine."

"But we'd better discuss many things in advance. This matter is too big and will involve all aspects of the Military Control Commission. Every big boss must be taken care of. In terms of benefits, we must plan ahead to avoid unnecessary disturbances."

"Of the total profits, you and I will take 10%, all the brothers in Taiyuan Station will take 10%, and the remaining 80% will be used to manage other bigwigs of the Military Control Commission. The boss will probably take 20%, and Director Zheng and Secretary-General Mao will also have a share. Only in this way can our business last long."

"Sixth Brother, I have no objection to the distribution of benefits. As for the personnel, it's all up to you. You are notoriously vicious in judging people. Many capable juniors in the Military Control Commission were promoted by you. With you as a guarantor, there will be no problems."

Stationmaster Xu absolutely supported this matter wholeheartedly. After all, he basically didn't contribute much and just mobilized some connections. He got half of the shares for free, so why should he be unsatisfied?

"By the way, I sent a telegram to Secretary-General Mao in person regarding the matter. I'm just a small waiter, so he still gave me this little face."

In the end, Stationmaster Xu, who felt a little guilty, decided to use his connections to get the waiter over. It was a small matter and he could also do him a favor.

"Okay, Fourth Brother, I'll go down and get ready first."

After saying this, he left the secret base and returned to where he lived.

It was not until the evening that he disguised himself and went out to the agreed location to meet his superior, Lao Lu.

"Old Zheng, is there anything urgent?"

"Old Lu, I just thought of a good thing and wanted to tell you about it. Please report it to your family."

"According to my plan, it won't be long before our base will be able to obtain a large amount of supplies."

Then Feng Kite explained his future plans in detail and emphasized the benefits of doing so.

After hearing this, Lao Lu's eyes lit up. This was indeed a good idea. We could use the channels of the Military Control Commission to help our base obtain a large amount of important supplies.

These intelligence personnel were originally tasked with helping their own logistics department to obtain supplies. Now, we can completely use the powerful Military Control Commission to do things for us.

Old Lu then took out a glass bottle from his pocket, handed it to Feng Zheng, and joked:

"Old Zheng, what is this?"

After Feng Kite took the bottle, he looked at it carefully. He didn't open the bottle, but saw that it was full of white pills. He asked curiously:

"Old Lu, this is a Western medicine, and it's in such a big bottle. What disease does it treat?"

Old Lu quietly walked up to the kite and said mysteriously:

"It's a sulfa pill."

Hearing these words, Feng Zheng was so frightened that his hands shook and he couldn't hold the medicine bottle firmly, so it fell out of his hands. Fortunately, he was very skilled and caught the bottle in time.

"Old Lu, this joke is not funny at all. There are at least 300 pills in this bottle. If they are really sulfonamide, they are worth thousands of dollars. When did we become so arrogant that we dare to carry such treasures on our bodies?"

"This precious anti-inflammatory drug has always been the most urgently needed material in my hometown. Usually, we have to find ways to transport a dozen tablets back to treat our wounded. You are walking around the street with a whole bottle in the middle of the night. It's too dangerous."

"No, I will take you back in person later. I must escort these medicines to a safe place."

Facing the already somewhat nervous Feng Kite, Lao Lu quickly said:

"You may not believe it, but these sulfa drugs were brought here through secret channels from my hometown, and the headquarters has specifically told us that they don't need us to collect sulfa drugs in the future, but instead ask us to sell them."

"I brought a bottle with me this time just to show you if I can find a way to sell it."

"Old Lu, how effective are these sulfa pills? If they are really bad, I guess they won't sell for a good price."

"The best anti-inflammatory drug on the market right now is sulfa. Everyone knows that this stuff is valuable, but it's also full of fakes. Don't be fooled by the fakes. The one you get is made of flour."

"Old Zheng, am I the kind of person who doesn't know the importance of the medicine? Let me tell you, I had a colleague in a big hospital test the medicine sent by my hometown this time. It is purer than all the sulfa drugs on the market and has better anti-inflammatory effects. It is at least 30% to 40% better than the Japanese drugs."

When Feng Zheng heard the news, he felt extremely unbelievable. Logically speaking, our troops could not find such a good source of goods, and even if they did, they could not afford to buy much.

What's more, how could there be such a good anti-inflammatory drug in the world, especially one that is so much stronger than those produced by the Japanese? This completely overturned his cognition.

But this is a good thing. No matter where the anti-inflammatory drugs came from, at least they solved a big problem for our troops.

Comrades who have never used anti-inflammatory drugs may not understand that sulfa drugs are at the top of the enemy's list of controlled substances. Ordinary small clinics do not sell them at all, and you cannot buy them no matter how much money you spend.

If you want to get it, you can only go to a big hospital run by the Japanese, but there is a strict surveillance by the Japanese. If an ordinary person goes to get the medicine, his ancestors will probably be checked thoroughly. If there is anything unreasonable, you will be arrested and tortured.

Only those comrades of ours who had infiltrated the enemy would deliberately suffer minor injuries in normal times, and then take the opportunity to go to a large hospital to get more sulfa drugs, which they would not take themselves, but save and find ways to bring back to the base to treat the seriously injured.

The injuries on my body are nothing at all. I can get through them by applying some herbal compresses. But if there were no sulfa tablets for the seriously injured soldiers on our front line, many of the best soldiers would probably not be able to get off the operating table.

Of course, in order not to attract the enemy's attention, our comrades generally pay attention to the frequency. At most, they will be injured three times a year. However, the medicines they get each time can save at least ten seriously injured soldiers, which means thirty a year. No matter how you calculate it, it is a huge profit.