Chapter 8 Military Action (Part 2)

"Can you help buy anything, including arms and medicine?" Zhang Songling was not interested in making friends with any Japanese, but Sakai's proposal on communication made his eyes a little shiny. As far as he knew, the biggest problem facing Red Beard is the difficulty in replenishing materials, especially guns and ammunition, which are completely seized from horse thieves. Not only is the quantity impossible to guarantee, but the quality is also uneven.

"This, this..." Sakai Gaoming's face turned red, and his expression was even more embarrassing than he had suggested to play a double act with Zhang Songling to deceive his boss. "Guns, guns are definitely not good. I am just a small commander, with only one gun in my hand. If I am accidentally lost, I will be severely punished by military law. Please forgive me for this."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply on the horse's back, as if he was really sorry for Zhang Songling.

Zhang Songling thought this person was interesting, and smiled and asked in a low voice: "Then what can you buy for me? If you want to do business, you have to show some sincerity, right?"

"Sincerity, full of sincerity." Speaking of business, Sakai Gaoming's courage suddenly became bigger, urging his mount, slowly leaning to a place only two or three meters away from Zhang Songling, and whispering, "However, the bullets can be obtained, the quantity cannot be guaranteed, one or two hundred rounds at a time is definitely OK, the price is absolutely fair, and there are some anti-inflammatory powders. I have a relative who runs a clinic in Yixian County and can get anti-inflammatory powders, but the price is a bit high, and as long as the ocean is available, there are no Manchurian coupons and fiat currencies."

Zhang Songling was amused by Sakai's wealth-loving look and couldn't help but smile. He shook his head and responded in an equally low voice, "I don't have any ocean in my hand, and I won't have any future. I'm afraid I can't do the medicine powder business."

"There are ways, there are ways, we can barter and barter, you understand." Sakai Gaoming's talent in trading is much stronger than fighting. Before Zhang Songling finished his words, he rushed to give a practical solution.

Zhang Songling had no intention of rejecting Sakai's proposal, but was subtle in family education. Before doing business, he liked to suppress the price first. Seeing that Sakai Gaoming had indeed made concessions, he thought about it and responded as if he was very impatient, "Bargo, that's so troublesome. The anti-inflammatory powder produced in your country has always been very expensive, but I can only get wool and herbs that take up space and are not valuable. Besides, we are both in the city and in the wild, and it is not easy to meet each other in the future. How could we bet on a cart to openly travel?"

"There are ways, there are ways, there are really ways." Sakai Gaoming subconsciously believed that only when they became partners in the business world, they would not always think about killing each other. Therefore, he was willing to find ways to overcome any difficulties raised by Zhang Songling. "They Mongolians regularly set up a market on the east bank of Crescent Lake, and traded some daily necessities with local Han people with cheese and fur. We can go there to trade. In this way, we agreed on a place to meet, and I will get you medicine, you can get me, and do it..."

Looking back, he pressed his voice almost unpleasantly, "You have seen these things, such as rings, snuff bottles, jade rings, and Mongolians seem to have many things in their hands. You can buy them with just a little effort."

Jade rings, jade snuff bottles, and jade rings are all good things passed down from the ancestors of Mongolian families. According to history, they can be traced back to the Qing Dynasty's entry into the Qing Dynasty. Part of them was plundered from the Ming people at that time, and part of them was rewarded from the Qing court because of their effective combat. In the past decade, with the increasing decline of the grassland economy, many jadewares have been sold for emergency response by the herdsmen, and the prices are much lower than those in the Central Plains. Before Zhang Songling left home, he could see some of them in his brother almost every year. Every time the goods arrived in the store, they could be sold quickly and turned into cash back. However, as the risk of war between China and Japan continued to expand, the local rich man in Shandong also moved to the concession, and the prices of jade and antiques weakened all the way. The profit of reselling this thing was no longer as high as a few years ago.

It was the late 1930s. Zhang Songling was just a young boy and was far from aware of the preciousness of cultural relics. Seeing that Sakai Gaoming was sincere, he wanted to find a channel for smuggling drugs for the guerrillas. He nodded and responded in a very subtle voice, "The method you said is indeed feasible. I will think carefully, but don't think about setting a trap for me. I will not trade with you personally. If the brothers sent to do business are caught by your people, I will try my best to avoid it and I will find a way to make you pay for your blood debt."

"No, no, jade artifacts have always been selling well in Manchuria and our hometown. I was stupid and would break my own way of wealth. After this battle, you can send someone to set up a stall by the Crescent Lake. I..." Perhaps it was because of wealth and wealth that made people brave. Sakai Gaoming urged the war horse to get closer to Zhang Songling, untied a white bone whistle tied with a rope from his chest and stuffed it quietly. "Hang this in front of the stall. When I went shopping, when I saw this bone whistle, I knew it was Zhang Jun's person. Don't keep it confidential, otherwise once the superiors knew, I would definitely be shot, and the people you sent here would not have any good results."

"Well, I understand." Zhang Songling raised a hand that was pressed on the handle of the gun around his waist, took the wet bone whistle, weighed it, and solemnly put it away, "We're going to settle for what you did before joining the army, and it seems that you understand business affairs very well."

"Oh, this is a long chat." Sakai Gaoming sighed and responded with a clear Tohoku accent, "My family has been doing business since my grandfather's generation. The size of the shop is in the top few in our county. If I don't join the army, I should be the young shopkeeper in the shop now."

Zhang Songling felt aggrieved, shook his head and sighed, "We have a shop in Shandong, and we have started doing business since my grandfather's generation. The scale is in our county, so we can probably rank in the top three."

"Really,." Sakai Takamyang was slightly stunned, and a frank smile appeared on his face, "If you don't join the army, wouldn't you also be a young shopkeeper?"

"I don't like doing business, I like studying." Although the other party was wearing Japanese skin, Zhang Songling didn't feel that the guy in front of him was as annoying as other Japanese. He smiled and shook his head to respond, "What's the use of saying this now? You have occupied half of China. Even if my family makes a fortune, it will be snatched away by you sooner or later."

"This, this, I don't like war very much. I just like doing business." Sakai Takamyō waved his hand and explained, "It's the superior. Some people above like war. I just came here on orders and couldn't make the decision. Zhang Jun, your understanding,."

"I don't understand, but I will do my best to destroy you and your boss." Zhang Songling shook his head, and his voice suddenly rose.

Sakai Gaoming was startled and quickly turned his horse back. He found that the other party was just venting his anger casually and did not take any further action to himself. He smiled embarrassedly and whispered: "We will talk about war again in the future. We will only talk about business today."

"Get out quickly, I'm not in the mood to kill you today, as long as you don't come and provoke me." Zhang Songling felt a little uncomfortable, and waved his hand and signaled the other party to get out quickly.

I have been away from home for more than a year, and I don’t know what the family has become. The Japanese rule is becoming more and more strict. In many places, the Chinese are not allowed to eat fine grains. The bitter and rough acorn noodles were used to feed pigs in the Shandong area, and they had to be fed with a lot of wild vegetables, otherwise the pig would be suffocated to death because they could not get shit.

Thinking of the harsh treatment that his family might have encountered under the rule of the Japanese, Zhang Songling's little affection for Sakai Gaoming instantly disappeared. He was considering whether to shamelessly shoot the other party from behind, but he saw Sakai Gaoming turn around immediately and wave to himself reluctantly: "There is another thing, please forgive me. I have another name called Sakai Ichiken, not Sakai Gaoming. The previous name was changed randomly last month, so that Chief Fujita could forget me."

"Then I should call you Kazuken Sakai or Kazukyo Sakai." Zhang Songling couldn't understand the Japanese's strange thinking, frowned and asked loudly.

"Let me call me Ichiken Sakai." The Japanese commander who likes to do business better than to join the army thought about it and responded solemnly, "I have always called this name when I was in my hometown, which is better than Sakai's high school."

After saying that, he turned around and instigated the war horse to go far away, as if he had made tens of thousands of yuan, and he was excited from head to toe.

When he encountered such a strange thing, Zhang Songling couldn't hold his face down and took a black hand from behind. He shook his head and sighed a few times, turned around his mount, and continued to wander aimlessly on the grassland. The guerrillas should have evacuated from the Lamagou. Now that he has passed, he can only meet a lot of horse thieves. The reinforcements from Zhou Heitan don't know when they can come, and they may not be able to meet them even if they turn around. If they want to harass the old Japanese devils, there is a tail that cannot be shaken behind him. It is really difficult to move forward and backward, and they can't find the right direction no matter how they go.

While hesitating, a sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the front. With the few sunlight left, he saw more than a dozen war horses running towards him. The first yellow horse was a famous burly man holding a pair of box cannons and shouted sternly: "Zuyunlong is here, who wants to catch my brother, just let the horse come over."

"Enter the cloud dragon, enter the cloud dragon." Seeing the iconic yellow horse, how could the Japanese not guess who came, and they could no longer care about making any agreements with Zhang Songling, but they turned their mounts and ran away.
Chapter completed!