"Can everyone participate?" If there is an investment project that can bring triple profits to everyone on the ship, but Cross rejects it, then once this matter is known to the crew, Cross may no longer be able to command. Move these crew members.
"Of course, this is to thank everyone for taking care of me! Anyone on our ship can invest. I will register how much everyone invested. After the goods arrive at the port, I will return three times the investment directly. I also We only accept investments from our crew, do you understand what I mean?" Fang Lang certainly hopes that the more people who invest, the better, and the larger the amount, the better, but if he says this, others may doubt him. It would be a scam.
So Fang Lang deliberately guided him to make Cross feel that this opportunity was very precious, and he only led everyone to make a fortune just to thank the crew for their care.
"What if my friends are also interested?" Cross obviously thought of a way to expand his income.
"Sorry, I only accept investment from our crew members. As for the amount of investment from the crew members, it depends on the individual's own financial situation." Fang Lang was also worried that if he invested too much, he would not have enough space to store the cigarettes he purchased. Because the quantity of cargo carried on the ship is uniformly planned by the Navy's logistics department, rather than decided by the ship itself.
"Fang, thank you! I understand. I will summon the entire crew to inform everyone of the good news." Captain Cross obviously fully understood Fang Lang's thoughts.
Soon the good news spread on the ship, and everyone was very excited. People kept coming over to ask Fang Lang if such a good thing really happened. Fang Lang also gave affirmative answers one by one, because many people said that they did not have that much cash on them and hoped that Fang Lang could give them time to raise funds. In the end, Fang Lang agreed to extend the deadline for investment until after arriving in Hong Kong. After twenty-four hours, everyone left with satisfaction.
Originally, after the ship docked, everyone could only take one day off because the ship had to load and unload cargo and inspect the ship. However, considering that Fang Lang's big business needed to be run, everyone agreed that Fang Lang would not be on duty.
At the same time, considering that everyone has the need to raise funds, the entire ship will be divided into two groups on the first day and take turns to go ashore for half a day to raise funds.
After the Charles Jose docked at the port, Fang Lang and the first batch of crew members to disembark couldn't wait to rush into New York City.
Although New York in this era was not as prosperous as later generations, it was already one of the few metropolises of this era. Walking on the crowded street, Fang Lang felt a sense of alienation from traveling through time and space. He stood in the middle of the road and watched the people passing by. After a long while, Fang Lang loudly shouted: "New York, I'm here." .”
The passers-by were so frightened that they thought he was mentally ill and hid away. The performance of the people around him had no impact on Fang Lang at all. Fang Lang laughed like a lunatic and ran wildly in the middle of the street, venting the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart since time travel.
It wasn't until two policemen stepped forward to block the way that Fang Lang recovered. Fortunately, the police saw that the military uniform he was wearing was that of the US military. Although they did not understand which unit his armband belonged to, they did not embarrass him.
As a Chinese, once I arrive in New York, the first place I can think of is Chinatown. So Fang Lang came directly to Chinatown. The first thing he had to do was to find a channel to sell the two Ruger P08s in his hands in exchange for funds.
Although he believed that he could raise a lot of funds from the crew, the more funds he had of his own, the better. While he was still blindly looking for sales channels in Chinatown, a young Chinese man wearing a slightly worn gray plaid suit took the initiative to say hello to Fang Lang.
"Hey! Hello, sir, is this your first time in Chinatown?" Wan Chongxin could see from a distance that this Chinese man in military uniform had been walking aimlessly in Chinatown for a long time. It was obviously his first time here. Chinatown. And as a newcomer (that is, an intermediary) who has just entered the industry, this is obviously his target customer.
Although several colleagues have already seen this customer but did not come up to say hello, Wan Chongxin understands that everyone is considerate of the soldiers, but as a newcomer to the industry, if he cannot seize this opportunity, maybe he and his sister will lose money tomorrow. He was about to get hungry, so he finally plucked up the courage to talk to her.
Listening to the Mandarin with an obvious Minnan accent talking to him, Fang Lang felt an unreasonable sense of intimacy, and finally heard the familiar Mandarin again.
"That's right, it's my first time in New York." Although everyone is Chinese, not everyone outside is a fellow countryman who bursts into tears when meeting a fellow countryman. So Fang Lang still maintained a certain degree of caution and just answered lightly.
"Sir, don't worry. I'm not a bad person. I'm an intermediary, that is, the original dental shop. I see you coming here for the first time. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you." Looking at Fang Lang, it was obvious With alert eyes, Wan Chongxin quickly explained.
Hearing that it was an intermediary, Fang Lang nodded and said with a smile, "I really need some help. I don't know how you charge."
"It depends on what kind of service you need. If you just want someone to guide you, just give us ten cents. If you need to rent a house or do business, we will charge a commission based on the amount." Wanchong When Xinyi heard that Fang Lang really needed help, his heart felt relieved. He and his sister had enough money for tomorrow's living expenses.
He looked carefully at the young man in front of him. Both his accent and appearance proved his Chinese identity. The old gray plaid suit whose original color could not be seen clearly and the frayed cuffs showed that the young man in front of him had a family. The conditions were not very good. The fact that he was wearing such thin clothing in the cold season and his slightly unconfident expression also showed that he was not a successful businessman.
Fang Lang didn't mind helping a bunch of fellow villagers from a foreign country. He said: "I have two German Luger pistols in my hand. I heard from my American comrades that this kind of thing can be sold for a good price in the United States. If you can help me find a high-quality buyer, you can How much is the handling fee?”
"Sir, if it's a business, we normally charge 1% of the transaction amount. But you are a soldier, and the trophies you get on the battlefield are obtained in exchange for your life. I will take 0.5%. Do you think that's okay? ? I guarantee that the buyer I find for you is not a middleman and can give you a satisfactory price. You can ask a few people on the street for the handling fee points. There will definitely be no lower price than my quotation. "
If Fang Lang looks for a buyer himself, I believe he can find one, but it will definitely take a little longer. But now Fang Lang's time is very tight and he has no time to waste looking for a buyer. In addition, Fang Lang also felt that the quotation was not too high, so he nodded slightly and said: "Okay, if you can satisfy me this time, I don't mind introducing a bigger business to you."
Wan Chongxin was overjoyed when he saw Fang Lang nodding in agreement. If he wanted him to introduce a buyer of other products, he might not be able to do it. However, he happened to know a very powerful buyer for the collection of arms and weapons.
"Thank you for your trust. I will take you there now. Please follow me." Wan Chongxin said as he led Fang Lang outside Chinatown.
On the way, he didn't forget to introduce the buyer's situation to Fang Lang. It turned out that the arms and weapons collector he knew was the father of his sister Wan Xin's classmate. He was a World War I veteran who now ran a taxi company and was very powerful. Small.
According to his sister and him, this person had offered a reward of fifty US dollars for finding a Ruger P08 artillery pistol. Her classmates also searched everywhere on his father's birthday, hoping to give it to his father as a birthday gift. Unfortunately, Never found it.
Now Fang Lang's arrival is simply a match made in heaven, although I don't know if the Ruger P08 in Fang Lang's hand is an artillery model. However, at least it is an authentic Ruger P08, right?
