These black market traders looked at each other and didn't know what to say.
"Well, Master Jun, your food is too hard, and ordinary people can't eat such a large portion." A vendor wearing a black hat said with an embarrassed look on his face.
"That's right. Otherwise, just like yesterday, if each of us divides a few, we can relieve the worries of the military men to some extent."
"There are so many goods, even if you eat them, it's hard to get rid of them."
A group of people had different opinions, all coveting the rifles in their hands. Little Japan's weapons are quite popular on the black market.
But then again, these people are all retail investors, how can they have the ability to eat so many arms in one go. Those who can swallow them all at once are unless they are some domestic warlords or private soldiers raised by big families.
"Okay! Stop the fucking quarrels with these bastards. Come here if you have the skills, and get out of here if you don't. Stop playing tricks on me!"
Mi Long stepped forward menacingly, and his loud voice shocked everyone instantly. No matter what they said, they were not moved at all.
The dealers had no choice but to shake their heads and leave.
It doesn't matter if Meng is annoying them, just wait slowly, if it doesn't work today, then tomorrow, they can eventually find a big seller.
Meng Fanxiao even ran to the innermost part of the street alone, looking around for information to see if there was any suitable way. With his sharp tongue, he was able to get along quite well in the black market.
Mi Long leaned on the cart lazily and looked lazily at the various people on the black market. The three soldiers beside him all carried Thomson on their backs, and they looked intimidating with their loaded guns.
A few of them were guarding the cart of weapons. From time to time, get rid of those annoying guys who want to buy but have no money to buy like flies.
Time flies. After a while, he still couldn't find a real big seller. Mi Long couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Seeing that Meng Fan was returning without success, he asked anxiously:
"How's it going? Annoying, have you found a big owner?"
"Don't mention it, these grandsons can only make a little fuss. They only have a few hundred bells at most. If you want them to eat this batch of goods at once, it is a hanging basket on the city wall, no way! "
Mi Long put his hands on his hips and said to him impatiently: "If it doesn't work out, just let each of these weaklings take a little bit. At the worst, we can come here for a few more days."
"But this is too slow. It's hard for the group to explain..."
"If this doesn't work, that won't work, then let's do it!"
While the two were arguing, the man in the black hat who came forward at the beginning led a middle-aged man to them with a smile.
"Hey, these military lords have fulfilled their mission. I have helped you find a big seller."
The man in the black hat took off his hat and said to Meng Fan and the others with a smile on his face. Then he put his hand back and introduced: "This gentleman said he is interested in purchasing your goods. How about you guys chat?"
Meng Fan looked at the middle-aged man behind him up and down, and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure you want them all? If you dare to entertain us, the gun in the young master's hand will not recognize anyone!"
I saw this middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a neat gray coat. He has a mustache and looks quite polite.
"Haha, how dare you entertain these military masters? I really have this idea. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Fang. I am a Chinese from Nanyang. I wonder if the military master can give me a favor and let's go to a quiet place and talk slowly?"
The middle-aged man smiled, cupped his hands, and spoke politely to Meng Fanglia and the others.
…
Inside the Sichuan Legion compound.
"Jamie, try the coffee I made."
Liao Mingyu walked up to Jamie holding two mugs. The American pilot was leaning against a pillar and writing something in a notebook.
"Haha, my friend, do you like this too? I thought you Chinese people only like drinking tea."
Jamie saw Liao Mingyu coming and stopped his notes. He smiled and took the mug from the latter.
The mellow aroma in the mouth made Jamie close his eyes slightly, tasting the rich flavor, and he couldn't help but praise:
"Tsk...it's really good. The taste is very delicate. It seems that you put a lot of care into grinding it. Liao, I didn't expect you to be so good at grinding coffee beans."
"How can I not do that? These are the treasures of those British gentlemen at the airport. I just borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha." Liao Mingyu shook his head with a smile and said casually.
"How are you doing? What have you been doing these two days? There are too many things in the army to take care of you."
Jamie closed his notebook and said melancholy: "I am writing about what I have seen and heard along the way. Haha, you know, it feels like there are more things happening along the way than I have experienced in my life."
"People over there like to write these things, travel notes, memoirs, etc. I feel like you all have the potential to be writers. Haha."
"Are you going to continue flying the Hump Line when you return to the army?" Liao Mingyu joked and continued.
"No, when I go back, I will apply to join the Flying Tigers!"
Slowly turning his head, Jamie looked at Liao Mingyu firmly: "After so long, you and your troops have touched me a lot. I also discovered many things that I didn't care about before."
"I have already decided. When I return, I will submit an application to Colonel Chennault to join the Flying Tigers."
Liao Mingyu said nothing, but looked at Jamie in surprise.
Seemingly sensing the Chinese officer's doubts, Jamie explained to him seriously:
"I originally came to China with the mentality of completing my work. I didn't really want to be a participant in this war. But watching so many comrades sacrifice one after another, I found that I really can no longer be so indifferent. .”
"That old guy Joseph, we knew each other before we joined the army. He was a stubborn bastard with a big temper, but he was also a very good friend. He just died in a foreign country, and he couldn't even go back to his hometown."
"After running with you all the way, I met Chinese soldiers who were different from what I remember. You are very strong and powerful. Although the language is different, I can feel your care for me."
"You know, during that battle at the airport, a young soldier handed me the steel helmet on his head. I still remember his simple smile. A shell exploded next to us, I was injured, and he That’s it…”
Jamie's face flushed and he became more and more excited as he spoke, but mist began to appear in his eyes.
Liao Mingyu sighed and patted his shoulder to express his sympathy.
After a slight pause, Jamie continued:
"I have seen how much you have contributed to this war, as well as the crazy Japanese. They owe me a lot."
Jamie clenched his hands into fists and took another sip of coffee, letting the bitter taste flow in his mouth.
"I will definitely report to the Flying Tigers. Only by tearing apart those island monkeys with fighter jets in the sky can my anger be calmed. The original owner please forgive me. I will fight in my own way, in another place I will fight alongside you on the battlefield.”
Looking at Jamie, whose face was full of fighting spirit and determination, Liao Mingyu nodded heavily and took a deep breath. He said meaningfully: "It's almost over. This war will be over in a few years."
"Oh, why are you talking about those unhappy people?"
"When you go to the Flying Tigers, if I need air support on the ground in the future, I don't know if I can ask you for help, haha."
In order to break the somewhat heavy atmosphere, Liao Mingyu said half-jokingly and half-seriously with a smile.
"No problem, as long as I am alive, I will never refuse you. Then you will see the most beautiful plane in the sky, which is my Jamie Bryan's car! Haha"
"Captain! Commander!"
The furious Mi Long rushed in from the door, and his high-pitched shout interrupted the conversation between Liao Mingyu and Liao Mingyu.
"Huh...huh...Commander, there's a dragon coming from the black market. Good guy, that's a big voice."
Milong was running out of breath, maybe because he was panting too much, and what he said was a bit irrelevant.
"Speak slowly, what's going on? No, drink some water first."
Liao Mingyu frowned and stepped forward to help him, then handed him the coffee in his hand.
Milong didn't think much, picked up the cup and drank a few big sips.
"Wow...ahem, what is this? It's like a herbal soup."
Apparently this guy couldn't stand the bitter taste of coffee. But he couldn't care about so much at the moment, and he hurriedly said:
"There's a guy coming from the black market. He calls himself Nanyang... Oh, Nanyang Self-Rescue Association! He's nagging us, saying he wants as many weapons as we have without any counter-offer."
"We can't make up our mind either. Meng Fanjie is there to stabilize him and ask me to come back and give you a message. Captain, do you think this bastard is real or fake?"
Liao Mingyu roughly understood it after listening. A smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth: "You'll know if it's true or not when you see it!"
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