Canteen System Assistance Notes

Just now, it was such a force that set out from Hai'an area and attacked eastward, quickly defeated Li Changjiang's "Second Column" that had rebelled and surrendered to Japan, and captured Jiangyan Town.

Many more guerrilla battalions and columns, lacking the objective foundation for field operations, were trained and reorganized according to "functional and special operations" standards to adapt to flexible and ever-changing combat missions and the intertwined enemy and friendly situations. Part of the Third Detachment, where Chen Yongxing served, was transformed into a reconnaissance battalion in this process.

He disguised himself as a communications trooper from Li Changjiang's army, bearing the designation of a decimated unit, and rode his bicycle across the line of control between the enemy and our own forces, hurrying towards Tai County. He rode at top speed, like a frantic messenger. "The line of control no longer existed, and the enemy's Second Column no longer existed in its entirety. However, because they had fled so quickly, there were many fleeing soldiers on both sides of the road, scattered in groups of two or three."

"The enemy's fighting spirit wasn't high. Some even fled, dragging their luggage and carrying large and small bags. Some lay down and smoked, unwilling to flee. Their guns were leaning against the roadblocks, and I wondered if they were waiting to be captured by our army. The enemy wasn't a monolithic entity either. Li Changjiang enjoyed a comfortable life as a traitor, but the soldiers under him didn't necessarily want to betray their country."

Chen Yongxing rode his bike all the way, carefully observing the surrounding situation and silently recording it in his mind. He needed to act as a vanguard for the main force, finding those who would pose a threat and resist stubbornly; as for those who were unwilling to become traitors, the troops would not need to fight hard, lest the enemy had no time to surrender.

His clothes had a strange, fishy smell, but Chen Yongxing paid no mind, pedaling his creaking bicycle at full speed. Soon, the fleeing soldiers around him began to thin out, and a roadblock appeared at the end of the road. A group of people were gathered at the barricades—they seemed to be blocked by several other armed men. The only machine gun was mounted on a sandbag bunker next to the roadblock, preventing them from resorting to violence.

The uniforms of the two troops were slightly different, and the chest patches seemed to be different as well. Chen Yongxing's eyes rolled, and before the other party could speak, he shouted out a command number. "I'm a messenger from the Third Regiment of the Second Column! I need to see the commander. I have an urgent military report!"

He shouted as he pulled a Mauser pistol from his briefcase, cocked the pistol against his belt buckle, and waved it high in the air, dutifully playing the role of an irritated messenger. "Military emergency, military emergency! Any delay will result in immediate prosecution!"

Seeing this situation, the soldiers guarding the checkpoint had no time to distinguish. They hurriedly drove away the fleeing soldiers blocking the road, shouting and cursing, pushing and shoving, making way for Chen Yongxing. "Thank you, brother! Where is the regimental headquarters?"

"Have a safe trip, brothers! The regiment headquarters is just......"

Chen Yongxing didn't slow down at all and whizzed through the noisy roadblock, successfully avoiding being exposed, but missing crucial directional information. He braked suddenly and parked his bike sideways on the road, trying to distinguish the tail sound that drifted out from the noisy crowd, but ultimately failed.

Oh no, where is the headquarters of this group of puppet troops... I should have ridden slower! At least I should have asked where the headquarters of the other side is.

But now, the checkpoint was crowded and there was no way back. The lost opportunity could not be found again. Scout Chen Yongxing jumped off the bicycle with a bit of frustration. He looked around.

To the west is the Taixian County, which is under martial law, and to the east is my own army.

The distance between the two teams is not far, and the attack of the troops is estimated to begin soon.

Just as he was about to find a deserted corner and turn on the voice radio to report the situation, something unexpected happened. In the corner of his sight, on the side of the road, Chen Yongxing seemed to see a small village consisting of a few houses. There were faint sounds of people moving there, and there seemed to be voices coming from it.

Let’s go and have a look!

He turned over, got on his bicycle, turned off the dirt road, and rode towards the village.

Tai County boasts a flat terrain and a dense network of waterways, creating excellent agricultural conditions. Consequently, most villages are relatively small, relying on water resources and land distribution, with few large settlements like those found in the north. Scout Chen Yongxing quickly made his way through rapeseed fields toward the village's threshing ground.

It was at this moment that he realized that this small village was actually packed with people!

There were several large carts and even a "Taiping cart" parked on the threshing ground that had been covered with dust just now. There were many people in military uniforms walking back and forth inside. Some laborers in short shirts were watched by soldiers, carrying various supplies back and forth, sweating profusely from exhaustion. Some mules and horses were tied to poles, chewing dry grass with their heads down - it looked like a supply distribution point.

Chen Yongxing had no time to brake because the enemy sentry had noticed him and took all the guns off his back.

"Which regiment are you from? Who's your commander?" He spoke first, and before the sentry could speak, he asked in a commanding tone, "Tangtuan!" "Shaobing!"

Seeing Chen Yongxing's seal and hearing the man give the command, the sentry relaxed his movements. "This is the Second Regiment of the Third Column of the Fourth Guerrilla Zone. Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

"I want to see your commander! I'm under orders from Commander Wang of the Third Regiment of the Second Column. I have important military intelligence to report!" Chen Yongxing didn't answer directly. In just a few minutes, he had spotted a man in a military coat with a pistol hanging from his hand pointing at the crowd in a corner of the threshing ground. He was obviously an officer. "Take me to see the commander! The enemy situation is raging. If you delay this important military matter, you'll be in trouble!"

He patted his pistol case and threatened, "You should know that the New Fourth Army is about to attack us!"

"Oh, oh! Come on, brothers, the commander is over there! Hey, hey! Leave the pistol behind—"

"Thank you very much, thank you very much, brother, please don't be offended, it's just routine work... Brother, go quickly, but don't delay the military!" "Humph! You are meddling in other people's business. Forget it, I won't bother with you..."

Scout Chen Yongxing finally shook off the somewhat dutiful sentry and entered the small village. His pistol had been taken, but his briefcase was still in his hand, so he wasn't completely unarmed. However, there were so many people around him, at least dozens of them. Even if he were Guan Gong, he wouldn't be able to defeat them all.

His mind raced, the mints he'd eaten before setting off providing a burst of energy for his brain cells. Okay, let's do it! Chen Yongxing rummaged through his briefcase, zeroed in on the spot where the man in the military coat had disappeared, and slipped through the chaotic crowd.

The old wooden door creaked open, and he pushed it open and entered. Suddenly, the scene inside unfolded before Chen Yongxing's eyes: a group of men in military coats, several with round faces and large bellies, a crude hand-drawn map, and plenty of paper and pens—there was no denying it. Although there was no radio, this was probably a small puppet army headquarters!

“Who are you…?”

Before anyone in the command center could react, Chen Yongxing reached into his underwear pocket and pulled out a genuine German-made wooden-handled grenade. He flipped the door latch with one hand and smashed the large grenade head into the man's face with the other, sending the unfortunate man tumbling to the ground.

"Don't move!"

Chen Yongxing shouted, his voice like thunderbolt from the blue sky, a rage from the thunder god. He raised the grenade high, his fingers twisted around the trigger cord, "You've been surrounded! The commander asked me to tell you something. If you give the order to surrender, you can save your life! If you don't obey, I'll pull the trigger! Every single one of you will go to heaven together!"

He kicked the puppet officer in the stomach, breaking his face and causing him to roll on the ground in pain. The officer instantly arched his back like a giant shrimp. "Stop rolling around!"

The puppet soldiers in the headquarters were struck with blows like hammers hitting wrists and punches breaking faces. They broke into a sweat in the cold winter. A complete silence fell, and no one dared to speak. However, they cast their eyes on the person in the room. "You... who are you!"

Chen Yongxing immediately turned around, sprinted forward, and grabbed the short, fat guy. "Don't worry about who I am! You! Are you the leader?"

"You have been surrounded, the New Fourth Army is coming soon! Quickly order your troops to surrender, otherwise...

"Brave man, brave man! Wuuwuwu! If you have something to say, talk it over nicely! Talk it over nicely!"

The man who looked like the group leader was so frightened that he couldn't move. He even smelled urine from his crotch. His legs were shaking, and he could barely stand. He had been giving orders outside just five minutes ago, and in the blink of an eye, he was captured by this vicious and evil person. His life was almost over. He was so scared that tears streamed down his face and he begged desperately for mercy.

"Good man! Please don't pull the string, please don't pull it!"

For example? You are leading the people to surrender to the Japanese and are becoming traitors! Let me tell you! The New Fourth Army is coming soon, with machine guns and cannons! Their numbers are more than ten times yours! If you don't give the order to surrender now, I will go to hell with you! Surrender now!"

Chen Yongxing saw someone in the room quietly moving towards the door. He quickly took out his briefcase, threw out a red and yellow "bromine foot can", and slammed it towards the man. At a very short distance, the iron can, full of power, hit the man's chest with a bang, making the adjutant suffocate and cough continuously.

"I have a can of poison gas here, don't try any tricks!"

Poison gas? Poison gas!

Aside from the menacing Chen Yongxing, the puppet soldiers in the room were genuinely terrified. The nearest adjutant, trembling, clutched the red and yellow fermented fish can, pausing to move. The can had the words "Surstromming" written on it, along with a skull and crossbones logo. Within, there sounded the faint ripples of demonic, ghostly energy. Unmistakably, this was poison gas. If only the can were opened, the deadly gas would leak out. If nothing else, everyone in this room would be doomed!

A terrifying atmosphere seemed to spread throughout the room. No one dared to make any more moves, no one dared to disobey Chen Yongxing. At this moment, Inspector Chen Yongxing was the king of the place. "If you don't surrender now, the New Fourth Army's artillery will come at you. When that happens, everyone will be destroyed, and no one will be left unharmed!"

Seeing that everyone was beginning to waver, Chen Yongxing threw out a carrot at the right time.

"Surrendering to Japan is an unforgivable crime, but if you surrender, there is still hope; if you turn your weapons against us, you can atone for your sins! This poison gas does not need to slaughter our fellow countrymen and waste our internal resources. I am short of time and patience! Order the surrender now!"

"Brave man, no no no, Fourth Master, Fourth Master! I want to surrender! I want to surrender! Even your army, can your army really guarantee the safety of my life and the lives of my brothers?" "As long as your hands are free of the blood of the people, we will treat prisoners well! Don't dawdle, give the order quickly!"

At this moment, as if to suit the occasion, a dull explosion was heard in the distance. It must be our army's vanguard opening fire on the enemy outside Tai County. The people outside the gate began to commotion. The small village was filled with shouts and neighing horses, filled with fear of the approaching enemy.

"What the hell? I don't want to be like this. Surrendering to Japan, surrendering to Wang... Who wants to be a traitor? It's all those officers. That Li deserves to die! I'm giving the order now!"

The short and fat captain bit his lip and made a firm decision:

"Brothers, put your guns on the table, and let the brothers outside put their guns away! Let's surrender! Surrender to the Fourth Master! We will not be traitors!" "That's it...that's it..."

"What is it?" Chen Yongxing, fearing that something unexpected would happen, tightened the grenade string demonstratively. "Say it!"

"Fourth Master, Fourth Master! Can you please put away this poison gas first? Poison gas, poison gas is too dangerous... I have old people above me and young children below me. I don't want my children to be without a father, and my mother to be without a son. Woohoo..."

Chapter 390: Second Trip to the United States (⑴) First Achievements

"That's true! Oh... But actually, it's not that surprising."

Liu Helian scrolled through his phone, checking the briefings forwarded to him by the Central Committee on the New Fourth Army's Taixian County campaign. Compared to the North China forces, which had employed the original "Turtle Fist" and American-made Lao Mo rifles in 37 and later adopted the field army format, the New Fourth Army's goal of regularization seemed more characteristic of the country at that time.

If we must draw an analogy, it's more like the Soviet infantry units on the Eastern Front, lacking heavy artillery, operating with fewer large field units and more independent brigades, regiments, and detachments. These smaller units often carried lighter, heavier firepower, such as the Turtle Fist, the 82mm gun, and the 100mm mortar, at the expense of sustained firepower.

During the Taizhou anti-rebellion operation, Commander Su Zhiyu, known as the "tactical kaleidoscope", praised the value of these equipment and gave some specific examples of their use.

For example, under the city of Taizhou, the diehards of Li Changjiang's puppet army were

At dusk, they poured water all over the stone bridge, intending to let the water freeze in the low temperature at night, causing our soldiers who launched the attack to slip and then be killed by the machine gun fire from the stone fort at the bridgehead.

As a result, they did not wait for the demolition team with explosive packs and cluster grenades, but waited for two bursts of fire from the 82 high and low pressure artillery, and waited for their own death.

Ultimately, a reinforced battalion of the New Fourth Army's First Division annihilated over 3000 troops from three "columns" of Li Changjiang's troops defending Taizhou City. Freed up to fight off the enemy's reinforcements, the New Fourth Army's First Division, aided by local forces and guerrillas, launched a siege, repelling over 4000 Japanese troops who had come to support the surrendered Japanese and puppet forces, and sparing nearly 500 lives.

If those devils hadn't had aircraft support, they could probably have wiped out even more. "Liu Helian thought to himself, turning off his phone. He returned to his office at China Resources. "Plane, plane! It's a shame our current Air Force can't deploy to the New Fourth Army's territory. The fleet and facilities are severely insufficient. Military development, industrial investment, and infrastructure development—it's a bottomless pit!"

As the nominal controlling shareholder of the "Huarun System", it was not a good thing to always be absent from work. So, in February 1941, after reporting to the Central Committee, Comrade Liu Helian took another transatlantic flight to the United States to play the role of "agent tycoon".

The Eighth Route Army's air force had already taken shape, becoming a small but still capable force. However, expanding the scope of air control to the Jiangnan region was still just a fantasy.

In order to implement the principle of self-reliance, Liu Helian approached the famous Alcoa Company and, referring to the procurement standards of aluminum rolling equipment purchased from the Soviet Union, purchased a set of electromechanical automated aluminum processing equipment for the newly built Liyang Aircraft Factory of the Eighth Route Army.

This set of equipment can cooperate with the aluminum smelter in Shanxi Province to produce key aviation aluminum materials for the Eighth Route Army. It can also perform secondary processing on the aluminum profiles or aluminum alloys provided by the canteen suppliers. After all, although the modern extruded aluminum alloy has a good grade, it cannot be directly turned into aircraft skin.

Liu Helian had no intention of achieving independent aircraft design and manufacturing during World War II. After extensive discussions with the central government, he concluded that building a complete assembly plant capable of overhauling and maintaining imported aircraft was a more realistic goal.

We can't let the Eighth Route Army really imitate the Flying Tigers and use tape and chewing gum to patch bullet holes!

The Eighth Route Army would not do the same as Guosu, who failed to arrange an evacuation plan for the Qiantang Aircraft Manufacturing Plant; they would not suppress the First Manufacturing Plant, which was already capable of assembling aircraft, simply because it was not part of their direct line; they would not place the Central Aircraft Manufacturing Plant, which had been rebuilt with purchased American equipment, on the border of Yunnan Province, leading to its destruction by the bombing in 42; and they would not leave the Soviet-aided equipment, which was capable of producing 300 aircraft annually, in Xinjiang Province to be exposed to the wind and sun and rust.

The ability to maintain is a matter of the future. In addition to "wheat seeds", the current Eighth Route Air Force also needs to buy some bread to fill their stomachs.

The Border Region's earliest imported aircraft, the "T Hurricane," played a crucial role. Years of continuous flight and combat had consumed their precious lifespan, and constant damage had made them even more fragile. Of the 45 "Hurricane MK1s" purchased in 1938, approximately half had already been used. Although some MK1-2s were later added to maintain the fleet's size, this aircraft gradually showed signs of decline. Coupled with the subsequent fierce air battles between Britain and Germany, which strained British production capacity, the Eighth Route Army gradually withdrew the remaining aircraft from air superiority operations, repurposing them for training and patrol purposes.

If we can buy the improved Hurricane produced by Fairchild in Canada in the future, we may be able to carry out ground attacks after adding weapons.

The Soviet Union continued to provide and transfer 116s. After the Eighth Route Army Air Force achieved outstanding combat success, particularly their feat of shooting down a Zero fighter using the 116-10, which the Nationalist Air Force dismissed as "technically inferior and unusable" and "too cumbersome to retract its landing gear," the Soviets transferred some re-engined 1627s and 153s to replace losses and inquired about the Eighth Route Army's need for the newer Yak-1 fighter. The Soviets offered to sell the Yak-1 to the Eighth Route Army at a discount around the time the Soviets entered service (around mid-41).

This is indeed a very sincere condition, especially the Soviet Union promised to transfer some equipment from the 301 factory after the expansion of the Yak-1 fighter production.

Once the battle on the Eastern Front began, with the massive loss of technical equipment,

The Soviet Union probably had no time to deliver aircraft to the Eighth Route Army.

With old aircraft gradually wearing out and new aircraft under the Lend-Lease Act still to arrive, the Eighth Route Army's air force was on the verge of starvation. Liu Helian could only continue to seek opportunities in the United States. After the surrender of the Republic of China in 40, he accepted an order for carrier-based aircraft from French aircraft carriers on behalf of the Eighth Route Army, acquiring 46 F4F-3 "Wildcat" fighters.

These aircraft had slightly different technical specifications, with both four- and six-machine-gun models available. However, all featured folding wings, armored cockpits, and self-sealing fuel tanks, resulting in a robust, reliable, and durable structure. The 12 Wildcats that arrived in advance also participated in the "Yellow River Air Battle" against the 96th Land Attack Force, achieving outstanding results.

To this end, Liu Helian continued to place an order with Grumman for 64 additional Wildcats of the "Swallow MK2" standard. These would retain their six guns and armor, but would eliminate the folding wings, increase their payload, and utilize Pratt & Whitney R-1830 Twin Wasp engines. After scheduling, the company informed Liu Helian, their agent, that deliveries would be completed around October 1941.

However, when trying to place more orders, Liu Helian was rejected. Grumman said that its production capacity was not enough to meet the orders of the Navy and the United Kingdom at the same time. Their priorities were far ahead of you, so they could not be delivered first.

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Next, after a small number of wildcats, it was basically time to choose the next generation of products that would last until the end of the war.

Liu Helian already had some ideas about the next generation of imported aircraft.

这型飞机最好不是美国军方很快会紧盯产能的新式飞机，如F2A(美军战前奇怪的水牛迷信)和F4F;最好也和果脯四大家族在美的股权投资没关系，比如寇蒂斯的P-40和霍克75。刘贺连很快相中了北美公司的P-51“野马"和钱斯沃特公司的F4U“海盗"。

Both aircraft were continuously improved and used until the end of the war. The former, which was divided into low-altitude and high-altitude models based on its engine and supercharger, used a liquid-cooled engine for high speed and long range, while the latter was known for its versatility, capable of both light-load air combat and ground attack operations. Its air-cooled engine and rugged construction gave it exceptional damage resistance, protecting the pilot's life.

Similarly, the Mustang has the common problem of poor damage resistance of its liquid-cooled engine and insufficient lift at low speeds; the Corsair fighter is slightly more expensive, has poor visibility when taking off and landing on the aircraft carrier deck, which can easily cause accidents, and its delivery time is also later.

However, this wasn't an insurmountable flaw. The Mustang could avoid unfavorable ranges, and the Pirate Lander didn't need to use the sea-based landing method. Liu Helian immediately visited North American and Chancewater, sending them a letter of intent.

Soon, North American responded enthusiastically: As long as they completed the 320 aircraft ordered by the UK and the Army's subsequent intention to place orders, they would be able to provide fighters for China in the Far East. However, North American reminded them that as an Army aircraft, the Eighth Route Army needed approval from the US Army Air Force for the Allison engine; otherwise, the new Mustang would be without an engine.

The most important thing is that the V1710 "Allison" engine is the engine of many of the main fighter planes of the Army Aviation! Doesn't this mean that the Eighth Route Army will have to compete with the US Army for engines?

Just as Liu Helian was feeling the pinch, a reply from Chancewater arrived at China Resources. He opened the heavy package and was surprised to find two replies: one from Chancewater and the other from Pratt & Whitney, with whom he had a long-standing partnership—the engine manufacturer for the Corsair fighter jets.

The two companies jointly made an offer to Liu Helian: as long as the Eighth Route Army promised to purchase more than 500 Corsairs and paid a deposit in advance, Qianswater would give priority to the production of the F4Js needed by the Eighth Route Army and make certain modifications based on the needs of the Orientals.

At the same time, as long as the Eighth Route Army promises to produce more than 1000 R-2800 Twin Wasp engines, Pratt & Whitney will, following the example of selling licenses for the R-1820 and R-1690 engines to Japan, license the entire "Wasp" engine series to the Eighth Route Army: including the R-985 Little Wasp for the Little Beaver transport aircraft, the R-1340 Wasp used by the Texan trainer aircraft and Otter transport aircraft, the R-1830 Twin Wasp used by the Wildcat fighter, and the R-2800 Twin Wasp used by the Corsair fighter!

The price of all this is $5.4 per unit and a licensing fee of $300 million. I just want to ask you, will the Eighth Route Army accept it?

This fuck......

Liu Helian finally saw how "generous" a company that lacked orders could be, and also saw how unscrupulous the other party could be. He felt even more deeply the pain of weak industrial strength.

Are $5.4 and $420 expensive? Not at all. In 1943, the Soviet Union withdrew its personnel from Xinjiang Province because Sheng Zhenjia converted to the Guosu regime. At that time, the Touhunhe Aircraft Repair Plant, capable of assembling 300 fighter jets annually, was nearly complete. During a period of heightened Sino-Soviet tensions, the plant was sold to Guosu for $10 million, a sum that was converted from aid to ransom. According to some sources, after accounting for corruption and kickbacks, the fighter jets purchased by Madame Chiang Kai-shek in the United States cost nearly $300 each. The $30 million licensing fee was merely for the purchase of over 30 Guosu-specific Hawk or Tomahawk fighters.

Is this price a bargain? Not really. The appendix to the offer details the licensing fee. Based on the "buy & ship" principle of US arms sales at the time, 5.4 yuan represented the price of the aircraft shipped from the US, with additional shipping costs. While the 300 million yuan licensing fee included engines from various Wasp families, along with key tooling, design data, and licenses, it did not include critical components. In other words, until the Eighth Route Army could fully achieve in-house production, the promised 1000 R-2800 components would require additional cost to import from Pratt & Whitney.

This is an era where $10 can make you a millionaire, and $500 million can buy you control of a major oil company. A $300 million license plus subsequent material costs... Although this is the unspoken rule in the arms industry, the feeling of being publicly robbed is truly awful!

However, Liu Helian had little choice but to refuse the proposal. This was the entire Wasp family, ranging from 450 horsepower to 210 horsepower, a "big toy" that could be used from World War II to the post-war era. This was a chance for Pratt & Whitney to teach you how to make it. The Japanese had to wait 45 years to produce an engine of this level, and their production capacity and quality were still unstable.

After much deliberation, Liu Helian had no choice but to write a report on the situation and send it back to the central government for comments.

A day later, a notification popped up on the small green app on his phone. A user representing the central government, "IBM Little Black Book," asked: "Comrade Xiao Liu, this draft agreement confirms that our engine only needs to not be resold to the UK and the US, correct?"

"Yes." Liu Helian replied, why did the Central Committee ask this.

"Oh, that's no problem. The central government has held a meeting to discuss this and recommends that you accept the offer from Pratt & Whitney and Chancewater." "The IBM black book* on the other side replied, "We think our good friends will help us pay for the advanced engine."

Chapter 391: Second Trip to America (⑵) Tycoons and Managers

Who will help me pay for it? It's a huge sum of 300 million. Liu Helian, a time traveler, was completely baffled, but the central government's decision was very confident, so he could only agree and prepare to reply to Pratt & Whitney and Qianswater.

Although the 3 yuan could be obtained through the channel of British pound vouchers, even if it was British pound vouchers, Xiao Liu's money did not come from the wind - Majiagang was now under wartime control.

He can only retain 5% of the shares symbolically, and it is impossible for him to continue to invest.

Jedi provides funding.

Now, on the contrary, the arrangements in the United States and Canada could provide a considerable amount of cash income. Liu Helian decided to work harder and continue to cooperate with Comrades Qian Guangyou and Yang Lian'an to earn more money. He also decided to take advantage of the final window of opportunity before the Cold War to spend the money where it was needed and turn it into practical and useful productivity.

He would not keep the money in a personal account to earn interest and then embezzle the principal.

Starting from his first trip to the United States in late 1337, Liu Helian's pioneering "Hua Run System" had already generated considerable profits for his American team. As a time traveler company with technological and creative capabilities, any of his numerous patents could generate substantial profits. However, if he were to raise prices, establish a monopoly, and reap excessive profits, his fate would likely be like a cement brick sinking to the bottom of New York Harbor.

But at this time, as long as he grasps the American unwritten rule of "distributing benefits and not eating alone", Xiao Liu is confident that Comrade Roosevelt can still help him make some money: after all, under the rule of Mr. Luo, if the chaebols are too active and overstep their bounds, they will be sanctioned by the president.

Standard Oil of America, which once monopolized 90% of the refined oil in the United States, was forcibly dismantled by President Roosevelt into more than 30 oil companies; United Aircraft and Transportation Corporation, which monopolized the design, production and operation of American aircraft, was also smashed by the president, giving birth to aviation manufacturers such as Boeing, Pratt & Whitney, Hamilton and Chancery; even the Morgan consortium that supported the president was split up by him into JPMorgan Chase and Morgan Stanley.