"So powerful?"

Hearing Wang Xu's words, Yu Zecheng was moved.

Now, his main task is to provide supplies for the Jizhong base area, as well as to cover the comrades of the underground party.

Some time ago, the comrades in the Baiyangdian area had several confrontations with the enemy, and the casualties of the team were very large.

The guerrillas are short of ammunition, weapons, supplies, and medicine at the moment.

This batch of anti-inflammatory drugs is a commodity in Tianjin, but it is human life in the base area.

When I think of non-combat attrition, Yu Zecheng's heart is like a knife, and this kind of sad mood is something that modern people cannot understand and cannot integrate.

At least, what Wang Xu is thinking about now is how much money he can make, not throwing himself into the great revolution.

Modern people, when they talk about patriotism, are a top two.

When it comes to action, it's not like traveling to Japan while buying Japanese cars, keyboard warriors are the majority.

Wang Xu felt that if he earned less, he would be worthy of his conscience.

As for not wanting money, it is impossible, the family and the country are all over the world, the first is the family, and the second is the country.

"It's amazing, but the price of this medicine is not cheap." Wang Xu was in business, and before he crossed, he had the idea of medicine.

A box of penicillin, twenty sticks, about two hundred fast.

However, selling medicine in the Japanese-occupied area is not a good business, and if you catch it, you will lose your head, so Wang Xu gave up after thinking about it.

Since Yu Zecheng wanted it, he thought for a while and said: "My medicine is an injection drug, and I sell it on a branch, a hundred sticks, and a gold bar." ”

One hundred sticks of penicillin, that is, five boxes, are worth 1,000 yuan.

A small yellow croaker, about 50 grams, is about 10,000 yuan if it is sold, which looks like a million profits.

But this account can't be counted like that.

Is this price expensive, in this era, it is definitely not expensive.

When penicillin first came to China, a box of ten sticks dared to sell half a gold bar, and a hundred sticks was fifty.

Wang Xu believes that this is definitely a conscience price, and the penicillin brought from modern times will be better than foreign goods.

"A hundred, a gold bar, too expensive, right?" Hearing this price, Yu Zecheng frowned slightly.

Wang Xu didn't think about it, and retorted: "This is still expensive, now the Baibaodan on the market sells for ten yuan in a bottle, which is almost half a gold bar." Lao Yu, the revolution is not a dinner party, when it's time to start, you have to be ruthless! ”

Having said that, Yu Zecheng was still a little hesitant.

The base area is not rich, and if you take out a gold bar, the soldiers will have to tighten their clothing and food, and save it from other places.

As everyone knows, economic construction has always been a weak point within the party during this period.

The Japanese swept away, the national army encircled and suppressed, and every once in a while, there were traitors who came to stumble.

If you want to take this money, you can take it out by gritting your teeth, Yu Zecheng is worried that Wang Xu's medicine is not as good as he said, and he spent unjustly money.

"What, you can't trust me?" Sensing Yu Zecheng's attitude, Wang Xu was somewhat clear.

As much as he could, he didn't mind and helped our party.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xu said: "I'll deliver the goods first, and then get the money, let you see the effect, that's all right?" ”

"Really?" Yu Zecheng asked rhetorically.

Wang Xu waved his hand and said, "There's no need to lie to you, I'll get a hundred first, and I don't need to prepare a deposit, just prepare antiques for me." ”

"Okay, that's a deal." Hearing that he didn't want gold, just antiques, Yu Zecheng's smile deepened.

Wang Xu didn't realize it at first, but when Yu Zecheng left, he realized that our party had the habit of fighting landlords during this period.

Needless to say, gold is hard currency and can be used as an ocean.

On the contrary, it is antiques and the like, it is inconvenient to sell, and the price fluctuates greatly, and it is estimated that a car can be pulled in the base.

"Hehe, it's a win-win!" Wang Xu smiled, he was enough for a million profits, compared with his family, there was still a book to buy and sell.

The family is smarter than him, and the abacus is crackling, but in the end it is still a business without capital.

No, harmony, to be harmonious, this matter can't be quiet, just smile secretly.

Sending Yu Zecheng away, Wang Xu's heart blossomed, holding the incense burner and the picture scroll, and couldn't put it down.

Can't be in a hurry, it's afternoon, there are many people, the shuttle door is on the street, and it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be discovered when crossing.

This is Wang Xu's wealth, what he did was not a one-ticket sale, and it was impossible to be discovered.

After all, others can't see the shuttle door, but they can see him.

In the afternoon, a big living person passed through the wall, and if someone saw it, he would not be scared half to death.

Wang Xu stayed in the hotel, lurking patiently, and stayed until the second half of the night.

Tianjin in 1940 could not be compared with later generations, because of the Japanese, everyone rarely went out at night.

In the dead of night, Wang Xu took the incense burner and the picture scroll with his bag, and quietly left alone.

Along the way, there were very few pedestrians, and occasionally there were patrols of devils passing by, and they were also avoided by Wang Xu in advance.

Half an hour later, Qingyu Street, where the shuttle gate was located, arrived, and the gate was still inlaid on the wall when it came.

Wang Xu didn't dare to be careless, pretended to squat down and polish his shoes, and observed the situation on the street.

There are no pedestrians on the streets, and the shops and houses on both sides are closed, and they look peaceful.

I looked at the intersection in front and behind, and there was no one at the intersection, and it was quite calm.

"Goodbye, 1940!" Wang Xu walked next to the corner, and when he arrived in front of the shuttle door, a dodge rushed in.

"Huh!" As soon as Wang Xu's figure disappeared, a sneaky head peeked out from the corner.

If Wang Xu was still there at this time, he would definitely be able to recognize that the person who followed him was Xie Ruolin.

Since being rejected by Wang Xu, Xie Ruolin has been trying his best to find out what Wang Xu and Yu Zecheng's business is.

Yu Zecheng is an ace agent, and it is unrealistic to follow him, so Xie Ruolin's key target is always on Wang Xu.

Tonight, Wang Xu's sneaky outing had already aroused Xie Ruolin's attention.

An agent who was born in the middle and can wrestle with Yu Zecheng to track down a rookie like Wang Xu couldn't be simpler.

Sure enough, after following all the way, Wang Xu turned back several times, but he didn't find himself, which made Xie Ruolin very complacent.

Who is he, Zhongtong intelligence officer, not to mention ordinary people, even if he is almost an agent, don't want to find him in advance.

But soon, Xie Ruolin couldn't laugh anymore, because Wang Xu disappeared, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Is there any mistake, how can a person disappear? Could it be that his real identity is an actor, and when he comes out at night, he is a great change in performance. Xie Ruolin was startled, and hurriedly walked up and searched the surrounding walls.

It's a pity that Wang Xu can use the shuttle door because he was struck by lightning with the gate, and the two are one.

Xie Ruolin didn't have this opportunity, he searched for a long time, except for being more sure that Wang Xu would do magic, he didn't find any clues.