Zhao Zhiguo does have a way to make money, but he doesn't have a good agent.

If there is someone trustworthy enough to go to the other side of the ocean and invest in an arsenal, once a world-scale war breaks out, the arsenal can make a lot of money.

When you make money, buy technology, and when the time comes, bring the mature technology directly back to China.

Or use more money to acquire more arsenals. When a country's arsenals are controlled by the Chinese, will Zhao Zhiguo not have the final say on whether the country can go to war?

If this country threatens China in the future, Zhao Zhiguo will directly issue an order to stop the production of all weapons. By then, this country's army will go to the battlefield and they will not even be able to take out bullets.

Jiang Yongxin is currently the best candidate. He has just returned to China and must have his own connections abroad.

Moreover, the country on the other side of the ocean will be flooded with guns in the future. If you open an arsenal directly in that country, the guns and ammunition in the future can be produced and sold immediately!

Use arms to hollow out the economy and other resources of the country on the other side of the ocean.

"Although my father is in business, he has never been exposed to this industry."

Jiang Yongxin's father was very good at business. In just a few decades, he went from poverty to a wealthy family in Bingzhou.

If the Japanese army hadn't invaded Bingzhou City, it is estimated that the Jiang family would have been as famous as several other famous families in Bingzhou City.

"Then do you have any friends or classmates you can rely on, especially those who are both patriotic and business-minded!" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

Zhao Zhiguo really wants to make money, but of course the money is not earned for himself.

In the future, China will develop its economy, develop weapons, and create new technologies. All these things will require piles of money.

Only with a rich family background can they accelerate their development and catch up with the world's most powerful country.

"Well...actually...I was a nerd in school...all my friends were like that..."

Jiang Yongxin was a little embarrassed, he was only interested in medicine.

After getting his doctorate, the friends around him were a group of lunatics who only cared about medicine and didn't even care about themselves.

Let them switch careers and go into business, and if they don't lose their pants, it will be like smoke rising from their ancestors' graves.

"Okay...if there is a suitable candidate, just tell me!"

Zhao Zhiguo was a little disappointed, but the problem was not big. After all, there was still enough time, and the war had not yet swept the world.

There have been many newly wounded people added to the hospital recently, and most of them are brothers from the 1st and 3rd Battalions.

Although the ward is simple, it can still provide a quiet environment for each wounded soldier to recover from his injuries.

"We don't have disinfectant, so the used bandages can only be washed and boiled in water for secondary use."

Cotton fabrics are in short supply, and not just in this era.

Even after the little devils were beaten away, many families were unable to wear cotton-padded clothes in winter.

The whole family only has one pair of trousers to wear. This is not something made up by some cross talk show, but a naked reality.

Jiang Yongxin also saw this method for the first time: "Bandages boiled in boiling water can indeed be used, but they are not used many times."

After speaking, Jiang Yongxin picked up the bandages and tore them off gently, and the bandages fell into pieces.

"Actually, what I admire most are the soldiers under your command. After they were injured and came to the hospital, they had no complaints. Some injured soldiers even gave up the right to receive first treatment to others and endured the pain themselves."

The shortage of medical resources makes it impossible for every injured person to receive timely treatment.

Slightly injured patients will take the initiative to give up their position to seriously injured patients, and some seriously injured patients may even give up treatment if they feel that they cannot survive.

They will take the initiative to give up the power of their lives to others, and this spirit is commendable.

Jiang Yongxin had never seen such a troop before, and he was shocked by all this.

The ability of soldiers to remain calm even in the face of life and death is beyond ordinary people.

"The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army will be the best soldiers in the world." Zhao Zhiguo said.

How can an army armed with faith be measured only by life and death?

After leaving the hospital, Zhao Zhiguo was not in a hurry to return to the headquarters. He took a limited walk in the mountains by himself.

Although he has been here for a long time, Zhao Zhiguo seems to have lost track of time.

But he had never taken a good look at the changes in the scenery before him.

Quiet, a person's quiet, the sound of the wind, the sound of trumpets, and the groans of the wounded soldiers disappeared into the sky, and he was the only one left in the world.

The beauty of the mountains and rivers relieved Zhao Zhiguo's somewhat anxious mood.

Because of him, the world may no longer be the same as before, but Zhao Zhiguo himself must unswervingly believe that with him, China must become stronger.

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down!"

The path Zhao Zhiguo takes next has no reference, no experience given by others, only his own continuous exploration and pursuit.

At sunset, Zhao Zhiguo returned.

Inside the headquarters, Matthew Wen and Tian Kezhi were sitting at attention, processing news from all sides.

Seeing Zhao Zhiguo coming back, the two of them stretched themselves.

"Is there no news from the Second Battalion yet?"

"Old Zhao, why don't you go out for a walk again, go to Anyang Town, and chat with Miss Sun?" Matthew said.

"No, I won't be able to go anywhere without waiting for news from the Second Battalion."

"Hey...if we have this batch of equipment, not only will the ammunition supply of our regiment be greatly improved, but the ammunition supply of the entire Eighth Route Army will also be greatly improved."

As we all know, the division commander and the others, who were so poor, came to Zhao Zhiguo for weapons and ammunition.

The Eighth Route Army said it was a millet plus a rifle. In fact, many soldiers didn't even have a gun. When they went to the battlefield, they were given two grenades.

These grenades are worse than those made by Zhao Zhiguo and others.

"We don't have that many resources to make bullets! I'm afraid this will trouble Mr. Zhang."

There are coal mines in Anyang Town, but there are no iron mines in the area controlled by Zhao Zhiguo and others.

"What is the relationship between Commander Zhang and you? I heard that he is the deputy commander of the Northwest Army?"

Matthew Wen still doesn't understand what relationship Zhao Zhiguo has with Mr. Zhang.

"My first division commander, he led us when we were guarding the Great Wall. Later, we were detained in the Shanxi-Sui Army. He returned to the Northwest Army. Gao Cang was originally the commander of his guard company."

"He just abandoned you like that?" Matthew Wen was curious.

"He was helpless at the time. In order to preserve more troops and withdraw from General Yan's territory, the Northwest Army had to use some of its people to stay in the Jinsui Army as cannon fodder. We were that group of cannon fodder."

Zhao Zhiguo understood Mr. Zhang’s choice.

"Is he sincerely helping us, or is he just trying to repay a favor to you brothers?"
Chapter completed!