A young beautiful waiter came out cautiously holding a wine glass.
This is her usual job. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any mistakes.
There are not many guests today.
To be precise, there were only two guests.
a Chinese.
An Englishman.
The Chinese are very young. The British are also very young.
The two of them were sitting in the middle of the lobby.
This place has just been cleaned.
The body was moved and the blood stains were washed away. Everything seemed like it never happened.
At least Zhang Yong was very satisfied with this.
Seeing the nervous beauty, Zhang Yong casually took out a five-pound note.
Don't be nervous. The battle is over. Here's a tip for you.
Put down the drink.
Then there are all kinds of delicious food.
All the guests in Fuli Palace have left, and only the workers are left.
For them, it doesn't matter who the enemy is.
Anyway, no matter who takes over, they are the ones doing the work. Maybe the new boss will get a big red envelope.
So, have a great time.
Others were eating in other restaurants. Only Zhang Yong and Dickens were in the lobby.
Dickens was obviously starving. He didn't care about the etiquette of a British gentleman. He ate hard. He didn't let go of his knife and fork until he burped several times in a row.
"It will be dawn in another two hours."
"Yes. It's not safe to walk at night. After dawn, the consulate will send someone to pick you up."
"Didn't you just say that you wanted to take me to the consulate?"
"It's not safe on the road."
"Why?"
"The Japanese may ambush you on the road."
"How dare they assassinate British citizens?"
"Oh, that's not true. They are not trying to assassinate you. They are trying to assassinate me."
"Assassinate you? Why?"
"Because I killed more Japanese."
"How many did you kill? Three? Four?"
"There should be more than a hundred."
"What?"
Dickens exclaimed in great surprise.
Killed more than a hundred Japanese? Oh my god! You are still alive! You can still stand here!
Are all Japanese trash?
Aren't they very arrogant?
Why haven't I killed you yet?
"You are God's biological son!"
"What's the meaning?"
"That's what you Chinese people say. Those who are lucky are all sons of God."
"Oh. I don't believe in God."
"Of course. You Chinese people don't believe in anything. If God gives them five eggs, they will believe in God. But if Buddha gives them a barrel of oil, they will believe in Buddha..."
"Although, but... you don't want to be so straightforward."
"My understanding of you Chinese people is very thorough. I have been in China for one year and three months."
"What a long time!"
"Of course! Oh, let's get down to business. Do you want the arms?"
"Did you smuggle it in?"
"Of course not. I have legal procedures."
"Where did the procedure come from?"
"We, the East India Company."
"Well……"
Zhang Yong picked up the wine glass.
Legal formality indeed. East India Company.
hehe.
However, it is no longer popular.
The Japanese no longer sell the East India Company's accounts. The Japanese are seriously against the East India Company.
Why?
Because of the conflict of interests between the two parties!
The Japanese want to seize the British market and weaken the British presence in Asia.
Asia must be the Asia of the Japanese.
"What's there?"
"artillery!"
"What?"
Zhang Yong was stunned.
I thought it was guns and ammunition!
Unexpectedly, this guy actually brought the artillery directly?
Look at the other person's face.
So young, in his early twenties. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.
When other people sell arms, they mainly sell guns and ammunition. You, a kid, are all about artillery? You are too ambitious. You have to run before you learn to walk.
"Artillery! Fifty. Spot deal."
"What model?"
"Miss France."
"Is it the French M1897 field gun? 75 mm caliber?"
"Yes, yes, that's it! So you know it too! Then I don't need to explain it. I tell you, it is definitely a very excellent artillery! It is very suitable for you Chinese!"
"really……"
Zhang Yong was about to speak but stopped.
The other party was not exaggerating. Because this cannon was Li Yunlong's Italian cannon. It was indeed very suitable for China's national conditions at that time.
Mainly because it is light and flexible. It does not need to be towed by a car. It can go on any road.
When there are livestock, use them to pull you.
When there are no livestock, you can also use human power to drag them away.
No need for hard pavement.
No need for strong bridges.
It is small in size and easy to hide. It can effectively avoid Japanese aircraft bombing.
The shells are also light enough that even the weakest soldier can pick them up with both hands.
If it were a 150mm artillery shell, it would take two soldiers to carry it, which would be troublesome. You must know that Chinese soldiers at that time were generally in poor physical condition and had little strength.
"Where did it come from?"
"Italy."
"oh!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
It is truly an Italian cannon.
Because at that time, the Western powers imposed an arms embargo on China, including France. Therefore, it was not possible to buy field artillery directly from the French.
But arms dealers are always the smartest.
The Italians imported this field gun from France and then resold it to the Chinese. The middlemen made the difference. It is said that they made a lot of money.
Why can Italy sell it? Because it does not participate in the arms embargo.
Sometimes, you say that Italians are not smart enough. This is simply a fallacy.
Others were on the wrong team at the beginning, but quickly corrected themselves. In the end, they were still one of the victorious countries.
Do you dare to say that others are not smart?
Others bet on both sides. Whichever side wins does not lose. It is a proper tumbler.
Oh, let’s talk about Italian artillery...
In the Battle of Pinangrad, Li Yunlong used this Italian cannon to kill his wife. The cannon was a good one, but it was a bit expensive for his wife.
"Fifty doors?"
"Yes. Each cannon also comes with 500 rounds of shells."
"Five hundred rounds?"
"Yes. The whole package price is only 500,000 oceans."
“So expensive.”
"Not expensive, not expensive. Really. A cannon and cannonballs together cost only ten thousand oceans! Where can you buy it at such a price?"
"expensive."
Zhang Yong shook his head.
In fact, the price is really not expensive.
Ten thousand yuan bought a 75mm mountain cannon. It seemed very expensive. However, the market price at that time was like this.
The Czech light machine guns equipped by German mechanics cost thousands of oceans each.
Even if domestic arsenals imitate them, the cost will be hundreds of dollars. It is no exaggeration to say that arms cost money.
Think one million oceans is a lot?
In fact, it is not enough to equip a division, and it is still a militia division with only rifles.
In any case, a 75mm mountain cannon is definitely worth 10,000 oceans. The 105mm howitzer sold by the Germans costs more than 100,000 oceans. That is expensive.
The so-called German products are good. The only drawback is that they are expensive. Even the head of state himself cannot afford them.
As long as the price of the Tiger Type, Tiger King, etc. can be reduced by half, the Head of State can support it for at least two more years.
"where?"
"I can't tell you this."
"In the hands of the Japanese?"
"Of course not. How could I hand it over to the Japanese?"
"They didn't torture you?"
"have."
"But I didn't see any injuries on you."
"They sent two women to deal with me every day. They made me weak every day. When I couldn't survive, they gave me medicine. Isn't this torture?"
"Did they get whips and candles?"
"What?"
"Nothing. It is indeed a terrible punishment. You didn't confess?"
"of course not."
"If it were me, I would send two strong men..."
"Torture me?"
"It doesn't have to be torture..."
"what is that?"
"It's nothing. You have a good rest. Your people from the British Consulate should arrive early in the morning."
"I don't want to sleep. I hate sleeping the most right now. Just tell me, do you want the artillery? If you really want it, I can sell it to you at cost. Four hundred and fifty thousand oceans."
"Three hundred thousand!"
"Three hundred thousand? No, no, no, impossible..."
"I can not afford it."
Zhang Yong shook his head, shrugged and spread his hands.
I am very sincere. However, I really have no money. My entire net worth is only three hundred thousand oceans.
The point is, this artillery piece I bought is of no use.
I am Fuxingshe.
Not a German mechanic.
Does Boss Dai still dare to hide fifty artillery pieces?
That's incredible.
The bald guy here just learned the news, and Boss Dai over there will probably have to go to the execution ground. It will definitely be a capital crime.
"Then help me contact the buyer."
"What's in it for me?"
"Of course. According to market rules, if it exceeds 500,000 yuan, we will split it half."
"Four hundred thousand."
"No. I will lose money."
"Where's your original buyer? Didn't you receive a deposit?"
"I only received a deposit of 50,000 yuan."
"Who is the buyer?"
"I can't tell you this. Really. You know the rules of the industry. If I reveal it, I won't be able to continue doing it in the future."
"You still want to continue?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"The Japanese can catch you once, but they can catch you a second time..."
"Then you come and save me again!"
"I……"
Zhang Yong was stunned.
Wocao. This British brain circuit...
Captain Jack is not as smart as you. Do you still expect me to save you a second time?
Let me tell you the truth, this time, it was all a coincidence.
It was you who happened to be in Fuli Palace. It was me who happened to attack Fuli Palace. You almost couldn't get out.
Still want a next time?
Next time the Japanese catch you, instead of sending two women every day, they will send two sumo wrestlers every day...
Contact buyer...
It doesn't seem impossible. It's definitely necessary to be appointed.
This 75mm field gun has excellent performance and is very suitable for the Chinese army. It is especially suitable for German weapon divisions.
Five hundred thousand oceans is really not expensive. The government can also afford it.
The question is, how to report it?
It's impossible for him to send a telegram directly to the committee, right? It's an exaggeration to think about it...
Shake his head.
Let this matter go.
He usually doesn't bother to think about things he can't handle.
Put Dickens to bed.
At around 7 o'clock in the morning, I received a report that someone from the British Consulate had arrived.
"Invite them in!"
"yes!"
Soon after, the British arrived.
Zhang Yong glanced casually, his eyes flashed, and he saw Mei Lu unexpectedly.