Joseph had been secretly paying attention to Tang Cheng's expression and reaction. Seeing that Tang Cheng was not interested in these watches, Joseph took out another thing from the suitcase and placed it on the table. "Tang, since you are not interested in these watches, are you interested in this?" Before Joseph had finished speaking, Tang Cheng had already stood up and looked at Joseph without blinking. Things taken out of the box.
Tang Cheng didn't know where Joseph got this gun. Judging from the appearance of the gun, it seemed to be brand new, especially the wooden gun was still shining with a layer of oil. Tang Cheng took a good look at it. For a while, no scratches were seen. Seeing that Tang Cheng was interested in this weapon, Joseph also said proudly, "This gun is almost brand new. My fellow countryman only used it to take a wild duck once, but it's a pity that I can find it." There are only about 40 bullets."
When Tang Cheng first applied for weapons from Zhang Jianghe, gunfire appeared on the list, but unfortunately, such firearms could not be found in Nanjing. Although the pistol won the title of battlefield broom in World War I, in the eyes of Zhang Jiang and veterans like him who had military careers, the pistol was far less reliable than the pistols that had always had excellent performance. In particular, weapons are difficult to carry and hide. For those engaged in intelligence work, they are completely useless.
But Tangcheng is different. Having watched too many police and gangster movies in later generations, Tangcheng has an obsessive interest in melee weapons such as bombs. Suddenly seeing a dog in Joseph's place, something in Tang Cheng's body seemed to be suddenly awakened, so he raised his head and spoke to Joseph with unusual determination. "Lao Yue, I want this gun. But I have to trouble you to find a way to get me more bullets from Shanghai. I heard that the Shanghai French Concession patrol house is equipped with this kind of weapon, and the bullets should not be used. lack."
Joseph was an American Jew, and there were many Jews in the Shanghai Concession. Hartung, the famous real estate developer in Shanghai, was a Jew. If Tang Cheng went to Shanghai to get ammunition for the Communist Party, he might be arrested and thrown into prison, but Joseph, a man with yellow hair and blue eyes, would not encounter such danger when he went to Shanghai. Tang Cheng's request was justified, but Joseph had a different opinion, "Tang, I'm not an arms dealer, I'm afraid I can't help you."
Joseph just wanted to sell these things in his hand to Tang Cheng, but he was worried about getting into trouble. Tang Cheng laughed when he heard this, and then put the gun in his hand back on the table. "Old Yue, if that's the case, forget it. If I don't have enough ammunition, buying this gun is just for show. I'm not a rich kid, and I don't have that much money to buy some unnecessary things. Something." Tang Cheng's words were very direct, and Joseph didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Tang, do you want to look at other things? I have a lot of good things here that you can't see outside!" Joseph took out a few more things from the box, but Tang Cheng was still not interested. His eyes kept falling on the gun. Joseph had no choice but to tell the truth to Tang Cheng, "Tang, although I am a foreigner, I don't have the abilities you imagine. I am just a cobbler. I can't get the bullets you want, really!"
Seeing the depressed expression on Joseph's face, Tang Cheng couldn't help but curl his lips in his heart, saying that if he didn't have the ability, he shouldn't enter the muddy pit of the black market. After Tang Cheng thought for a while, he reached out and knocked on the table a few times, "I want this gun, but you have to do me a favor." Not only did Tang Cheng buy this at a very low price, A gun and more than 40 rounds of ammunition, and Joseph was asked to make himself a leather gun barrel out of cowhide according to the size of the gun that could be carried cross-body.
"Don, I think you are the Grandet!" Joseph showed a depressed face as he sent Tangcheng away. He originally thought that this almost brand-new gun could be sold at a good price, but he didn't expect that not only would he not be able to buy it here in Tangcheng, Taking advantage of it, he had to build a gun barrel for it. Joseph couldn't figure out why he was combining materials and work.
"Lao Yue, don't say that, I'm helping you!" Tang Cheng didn't look like he was taking any advantage. "You have to know that things like firearms are absolutely not allowed to be bought and sold by private individuals, even if you are an American. If you sell this gun to me now, you are passing on the trouble to me. You who were the initiator were freed from it, so I am helping you." Tang Cheng talked in a roundabout way, and finally made Joseph feel dizzy. When Tang Cheng walked out of the shop, Joseph was not dead. The heart stopped Tang Cheng again.
"Tang, I have another good thing here. Do you want to hear it?" Joseph, who stopped Tang Cheng, tried his best to control his expression, but there was clearly a trace of nervousness and anticipation in his royal blue eyes. Hope. Tang Cheng glanced at Joseph lightly. The other person's expression and reaction at this moment told Tang Cheng that Joseph seemed to be in possession of something fairly secret, or perhaps a piece of important news. There were too many people in the black market. What a newsmonger like Joseph.
Tang Cheng then grinned at Joseph and said, "Old Yue, as I just said, we are friends. If you have anything to do, just tell me. I can assure you now that I will share with you the profits afterwards. Thirty percent, I will never break my promise to this." Tang Cheng's whisper made Joseph's eyes light up. The share of information sold in the black market ranged from 10% to 40%, but he didn't know how much the information he had was worth. Tang Cheng now promised Give yourself 30% of the income, which is already a good price.
Joseph then looked around and seemed to find no one paying attention here, so he lowered his voice just like Tang Cheng did just now. "Tang, do you know about sulfa?" Joseph's voice was not loud, but to Tang Cheng's ears, it was like a lightning strike. Throughout World War II, before the advent of penicillin, which was almost equal to the price of gold, probably the best anti-infective drugs on the market were the sulfa series of drugs. But Tangcheng clearly remembered that the drug sulfa appeared in China only after the war started, and it was only 1936.
Seeing that Tang Cheng was silent, Joseph, who was a little worried, said hurriedly, "I know that a batch of sulfa powder has come to Nanjing. Tang, you would never have thought that this batch of sulfa powder did not come from Europe..." Joseph originally wanted to tell Tang Cheng showed off that he was well-informed, but before he could finish his words, Tang Cheng grabbed him by the collar, making him completely unable to say the rest of his words. When Joseph said that the batch of sulfonamides entering Nanjing did not come from Europe, a horrifying idea suddenly flashed in Tang Cheng's mind. The Japanese plan to attack Nanjing might have begun in 1936.
There is no other reason why Tang Cheng thought this way, because he was a person from later generations, and because he knew that the Japanese army would definitely attack Nanjing, and it would be after launching a new Battle of Songhu. When such a batch of anti-infective drugs entered Nanjing, Tangcheng believed that this might be an advance preparation made by the Japanese army before launching a war. After all, people would die in war. Even if the Japanese army believed that the Chinese army was vulnerable, they would prepare in advance. It is a good medicine to treat our wounded soldiers.
When he thought of this, a door suddenly opened in Tang Cheng's mind. When Joseph was almost out of breath, Tang Cheng, who had regained his composure, finally let go of him. "Lao Yue, how many people know about the news you just told me?" Tang Cheng lowered his voice, with a serious expression on his face. "I mean, this news is very valuable. I just want to know, will anyone else be as concerned about this batch of drugs as we are?"
With great difficulty, Joseph, who was out of breath, glared at Tang Cheng, "Tang, are you going to strangle me to death? God, your strength is too great! If you hadn't interrupted me just now, you You should know that this news is only mine for now. Sulfonamide is still in the clinical trial stage in Europe and has not actually been put into the market, so many people are not aware of the existence of sulfonamide. It was also by chance that I learned from a friend of mine I heard the news there.”
After Joseph elaborated, Tang Cheng suddenly realized that Joseph had a friend who worked at Xiaguan Wharf, and this batch of medicines entered Nanjing City from Xiaguan Wharf. Joseph's friend also found out by chance that it was a batch of medicines. of medicines. "Old Yue, I still promised you just now. After the deal is completed, you will get 30% of the income. But the premise is that you must know where this batch of medicines are currently stored and the specific quantity of the medicines. These are all It’s about our ex post profit, do you understand what I mean?”
Tang Cheng slowed down his speech so that Joseph could remember his questions. After the latter nodded repeatedly, he also fed back good news to Tang Cheng. "Don, don't bother me. My friend knows who is transporting this batch of drugs into the city. I know you are a policeman with a gun now. Compared with me, a craftsman, finding people should be your policeman's strength. "After his nerves relaxed, Joseph finally regained his Jewish shrewdness. From Tang Cheng's expression and tone at this moment, Joseph smelled a bad taste, so he told Tang Cheng all the clues he had.
"Lao Yue, you are really a fucking Jew, okay, leave the rest to me." Tang Cheng, who saw Joseph's plan, suddenly laughed. It was okay that the other party did not participate in the second half of the process. It happened to suit Tang Cheng's wishes. As for how much sulfa he got in the end, it was up to him.
It's just that this matter is not something that the investigation team can complete alone, so after bidding farewell to Joseph, after a brief consideration, Tang Cheng called Bai Zhanshan. In this phone call, which was similar to a daily greeting, Tang Cheng, as always, first paid attention to when the bounty would be approved, and then secretly invited Bai Zhanshan to have a drink and dinner. Bai Zhanshan knew that Tang Cheng never drank, so when the other party made such a call, Bai Zhanshan knew that Tang Cheng had something good for him again.
