A young beautiful waiter came out cautiously holding a wine glass.
This is her usual job. Logically speaking, nothing should go wrong.
There are not many guests today.
To be precise, there were only two guests.
a Chinese.
An Englishman.
Chinese people are very young. The British are also very young.
The two of them were sitting in the middle of the lobby.
The place has just been cleaned.
The body was removed. The blood stains were washed away. It's like nothing happened.
At least Zhang Yong was very satisfied with this.
Seeing the nervous beauty, Zhang Yong casually took out a five-pound note.
Don't be nervous. The battle is over. Here's a tip for you.
Put down the drink.
Then there are all kinds of delicious food.
All the guests in Fuli Palace have left, leaving only the workers.
For them, it doesn't matter who the enemy is.
No matter who takes over, they are the ones doing the work anyway. Maybe when the new boss comes, you can get a big red envelope.
So, have a great time.
Others ate at other restaurants. Only Zhang Yong and Dickens were in the lobby.
Dickens was obviously starving. I don't care about the etiquette of British gentlemen. Keep your head down and eat hard. It wasn't until he burped several times in a row that he let go of the knife and fork with a gasp.
"It will be dawn in two hours."
"Yes. It's not safe to walk at night. After dawn, the consulate will send someone to pick you up."
"Didn't you just say that you wanted to take me to the consulate?"
"It's not safe on the road."
"Why?"
"The Japanese might ambush you on the road."
"How dare they assassinate British citizens?"
"Oh, that's not true. They're not trying to kill you. They're trying to kill me."
"Assassinate you? Why?"
"Because I killed more Japanese."
"How many did you kill? Three? Four?"
"There should be more than a hundred."
"What?"
Dickens exclaimed in great surprise.
Killed more than a hundred Japanese? sky! you are still alive! You can still stand here!
Are all Japanese trash?
Aren't they arrogant?
Why haven't I killed you yet?
"You are God's biological son!"
"What's the meaning?"
"That's what you Chinese people say. Those who are lucky are all sons of God."
"Oh. I don't believe in God."
"Of course. You Chinese people don't believe in anything. If God gives them five eggs, they will believe in God. But if Buddha gives them a barrel of oil, they will believe in Buddha..."
"Although, but. You don't want to be so straightforward."
"My understanding of you Chinese people is very thorough. I have been in China for one year and three months."
"What a long time!"
"Of course! Oh, let's get down to business. Do you want the arms?"
"Did you smuggle it in?"
"Of course not. I have legal procedures."
"Where did the procedure come from?"
"We, the East India Company."
"Well……"
Zhang Yong picked up the wine glass.
It is indeed a legal procedure. East India Company.
hehe.
But. It is no longer popular.
The Japanese no longer sell the East India Company's accounts. The Japanese were seriously opposed to the East India Company.
Why?
Because of the conflict of interests between the two parties!
The Japanese want to seize the British market and weaken the British presence in Asia.
Asia must be the Asia of the Japanese.
"What's there?"
"artillery!"
"What?"
Zhang Yong was stunned.
I thought they were guns and ammunition!
Unexpectedly, this guy actually brought the artillery directly?
Look at the other person's face.
very young. Early twenties. It is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
Others sell arms, mainly guns and ammunition. Your kid is a cannon when he comes up? The ambition is too great. You have to run before you learn to walk.
"Artillery! Fifty. Spot deal."
"What model?"
"Miss France."
"Is it the French M1897 field gun? 75mm caliber?"
"Yes, yes, that's it! So you know it too! Then I don't need to explain it. I tell you, it is definitely a very excellent artillery! It is very suitable for you Chinese!"
"really……"
Zhang Yong stopped talking.
The other party was not exaggerating. Because this cannon is Li Yunlong's Italian cannon. It was indeed very suitable for China's national conditions at that time.
Mainly light and flexible. No car towing required. You can go any way.
When there are livestock, use them to pull you.
When there are no livestock, you can also use human power to drag them away.
No hard surface required.
No need for strong bridges.
Small size and easy to hide. It can effectively avoid Japanese aircraft bombing.
The shells are also light. Even the thinnest soldier can hold it with both hands.
If it is a 150mm artillery shell, two soldiers will be required to carry it. That would be troublesome. It should be noted that Chinese soldiers at that time generally had poor physical fitness. Not much strength.
"Where did it come from?"
"Italy."
"oh!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
It is indeed an Italian gun worthy of the name.
Because at that time, Western powers imposed an arms embargo on China. France is among them. Therefore, it is not possible to buy field artillery directly from the French.
But arms dealers are always the smartest.
The Italians imported this field gun from France and then sold it to the Chinese. The middlemen make the difference. It is said that he made a lot of money.
Why can Italy be sold? Because it does not participate in the arms embargo.
Sometimes you say Italians are not smart enough. What a fallacy.
Others were on the wrong team when they started. But it was quickly corrected. In the end, it was still one of the victorious countries.
Do you dare to say that others are not smart?
Others are hedging their bets. No matter who wins, there is no loss. A proper tumbler.
Oh, let’s talk about Italian artillery...
In the Battle of Pinangrad, Li Yunlong used this Italian cannon to kill his wife. The gun is a good gun. It's just a bit expensive for my wife.
"Fifty doors?"
"Yes. Each cannon also comes with 500 rounds of shells."
"Five hundred rounds?"
"Yes. The whole package price is only 500,000 oceans."
"So expensive."
"Not expensive, not expensive. Really. A cannon and cannonballs together cost only ten thousand oceans! Where can you buy it at such a price?"
"expensive."
Zhang Yong shook his head.
In fact, the price is indeed not expensive.
Ten thousand yuan buys a 75mm mountain cannon. Looks expensive. However, that was the market price at that time.
The Czech light machine guns equipped by German mechanics cost thousands of oceans each.
Even if domestic arsenals imitate it, the cost will be several hundred oceans. It is no exaggeration to say that arms cost money.
Think one million oceans is a lot?
In fact, it is not enough to equip a division, and it is still a militia division with only rifles.
In any case, a 75mm mountain cannon is definitely worth ten thousand oceans. The 105mm howitzer sold by the Germans costs more than 100,000 yuan. That's expensive.
The so-called German things are good. The only drawback is that it's expensive. The Führer himself couldn't afford it.
But the price of Tiger Style, Tiger King, etc. can be reduced by half. The Führer can survive at least two more years.
"where?"
"I can't tell you this."
"In the hands of the Japanese?"
"Of course not. How could I hand it over to the Japanese?"
"They didn't torture you?"
"have."
"But I didn't see any injuries on you."
"They sent two women to deal with me every day. They made me weak every day. When I couldn't survive, they gave me medicine. Isn't this torture?"
"Did they get whips and candles?"
"What?"
"Nothing. It is indeed a terrible punishment. You didn't confess?"
"of course not."
"If it were me, I would send two strong men..."
"Torture me?"
"It doesn't have to be torture..."
"what is that?"
"It's nothing. You have a good rest. Your people from the British Consulate should arrive early in the morning."
"I don't want to sleep. I hate sleeping the most right now. Just tell me, do you want the artillery? If you really want it, I can sell it to you at cost. Four hundred and fifty thousand oceans."
"Three hundred thousand!"
"Three hundred thousand? No, no, no, it's impossible..."
"I can not afford it."
Zhang Yong shook his head. shrug. Show your hands.
I'm very sincere. But, I really have no money. My entire net worth is three hundred thousand oceans.
The point is, this artillery piece I bought is of no use.
I am Fuxing Club.
Not a German mechanic.
Does Boss Dai still dare to hide fifty artillery pieces?
That's a big deal.
The bald guy here just learned the news, and Boss Dai over there will probably have to go to the execution ground. It's definitely a capital crime.
"Then help me contact the buyer."
"What's in it for me?"
"Of course. According to market regulations. If the amount exceeds 500,000, we will split it half."
"Four hundred thousand."
"No. I'll lose money."
"Where's your original buyer? Didn't you receive a deposit?"
"I only received a deposit of fifty thousand."
"Who is the buyer?"
"I can't tell you this. Really. You know the rules of the industry. If I reveal it, I won't be able to continue doing it in the future."
"You still want to continue?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"The Japanese can catch you once, but they can catch you a second time..."
"Then you come and save me again!"
"I……"
Zhang Yong was stunned.
Nest grass. This British brain circuit...
Captain Jack Sparrow isn't as smart as you. Do you still expect me to save you a second time?
Let me tell you the truth, this time, it was all a coincidence.
It was you who happened to be at the Palace of Fortune. It was me who happened to attack Fuli Palace. Almost, you can't even get out.
Still want a next time?
Next time the Japanese catch you, instead of sending two women every day, send two sumo wrestlers every day...
Contact buyer...
It doesn't seem impossible. Commissioning is definitely required.
This 75mm field gun has excellent performance and is very suitable for the Chinese army. Especially suitable for use by German mechanics.
Five hundred thousand oceans is really not expensive. The government can also fully afford it.
The question is, how to report it?
It's impossible for him to send a telegram directly to the committee, right? It’s an exaggeration to think about it…
Shake his head.
Let this go.
He usually doesn't bother to think about things he can't handle.
Put Dickens to bed.
At around 7 o'clock in the morning, I received a report that someone from the British Consulate had arrived.
"Invite them in!"
"yes!"
Soon after, the British arrived.
Zhang Yong glanced casually. His eyes flashed. I saw Mei Lu unexpectedly.
Hey, she actually came here with the British.
eccentric……
Who is she?
(End of chapter)
