"Can everyone participate?" If Cross rejects an investment that can triple the profits of the entire ship, then once the crew knows about it, Cross may no longer be able to command the crew.

"Of course, this is to thank everyone for taking care of me! As long as everyone on board is able to invest, I will register how much everyone has invested, and after the goods arrive at the port and are handed over, they will be returned directly according to three times the investment. I also only accept investment from our crew, you know what I mean? Of course, Fang Lang hopes that the more people who invest, the better, and the larger the amount, the better, but if this is said by himself, others may wonder if it will be a scam.

So Fang Lang deliberately guided him, making Cross feel that this opportunity was very precious, and he only took everyone to make a fortune just to thank the crew for taking care of them.

"And what if my friends are interested?" Cross had apparently thought of a way to expand his gains.

"I'm sorry, I only accept the investment of our crew, as for the amount of investment of the crew, it depends on the individual's own economic situation." Fang Lang is also worried that if there is too much investment, the purchased cigarettes will not have enough place to store them. Because the number of cargoes on board is planned by the naval logistics department, not by the ships themselves.

"Fang, thank you! I see, I'll gather the entire crew and inform you of the good news. "Captain Cross has obviously fully understood Fang Lang's thoughts.

Soon the good news spread on the ship, everyone was very excited, and people kept coming over to ask if Fang Lang really had such a good thing. Fang Lang also gave positive answers one by one, because many people said that they did not have so much cash on their bodies, and hoped that Fang Lang could give them time to raise funds, and finally Fang Lang agreed to extend the deadline for investment to 24 hours after arriving in Hong Kong, and everyone left satisfied.

Originally, after the ship docked at the port, because the ship had to load and unload goods and overhaul the ship, all the people could only take turns to rest for one day, but everyone considered that Fang Lang's big business needed to operate, so it was unanimously agreed that Fang Lang would not be on duty.

At the same time, considering that everyone has the need to raise funds, the whole crew will be divided into two groups to take turns to go ashore for half a day to raise funds in the first day.

After the Charles Jos docked at the port, Fang Lang and the first batch of crew members who disembarked 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 streets, Fang Lang had a sense of alienation from time and space, standing in the middle of the road and watching the flow of people pass by, after a long time, Fang Lang shouted violently: "New York, I'm here." ”

The frightened passers-by thought it was a nervous disorder and hid far away. And the performance of the people around him has no effect on Fang Lang at all. Fang Lang ran through the middle of the street laughing like a nervous disorder, venting the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart since the crossing.

It wasn't until two policemen stepped forward to block the way that Fang Lang recovered. Fortunately, the police saw that the military uniform on his body was the uniform of the US military, although they did not understand that his armband was from that unit, and they did not embarrass him.

As a Chinese, since I arrived in New York, the first place I could think of was Chinatown. So Fang Lang came directly to Chinatown, and the first thing he had to do was to find a channel to sell the two Luger P08s in his hand in exchange for funds.

Although he believes that he can raise a lot of money from the crew, the more money he has, the better. Just when he was still blindly looking for a way to sell in Chinatown, a young Chinese man wearing a slightly shabby gray plaid suit took the initiative to greet Fang Lang.

"Hey! Hello sir, is it your first time in Chinatown? Wan Chongxin had already seen this Chinese in military uniform walking aimlessly in Chinatown for a long time, obviously coming to Chinatown for the first time. And as a newcomer to the industry (that is, an intermediary), this is obviously his target customer.

Although there were already a few peers who saw this customer and did not come forward to say hello, Wan Chongxin understood that everyone was concerned about being a soldier, but as a newcomer to the industry, if he couldn't grasp this opportunity, maybe he and his sister would be hungry tomorrow, so in the end he still mustered up the courage to come forward to talk.

Listening to the Chinese language with an obvious Hokkien accent to talk to himself, Fang Lang had a sense of intimacy for no reason, and finally heard the familiar Chinese again.

"That's right, my first time in New York." Although everyone is Chinese, not everyone outside is a fellow countryman, with tears in their eyes. Therefore, Fang Lang still maintained a certain degree of precaution, and just replied lightly.

"Sir, don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I'm an intermediary, that is, the original tooth shop. I see that you seem to be here for the first time, and I don't know if there is anything I can do to help you. Looking at Fang Lang's obviously vigilant eyes, Wan Chongxin hurriedly explained.

Hearing that it was an intermediary, Fang Langcai nodded and smiled: "I do need some help, I don't know how you charge." ”

"It depends on what kind of service you need, if you are just looking for someone to lead the way, you can give ten cents, if you need to rent a house or do business, we will take a commission according to the amount of money." As soon as Wan Chongxin heard that Fang Lang really needed help, the stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he and his sister's living expenses for tomorrow were settled.

Looking carefully at the young man in front of him, both his accent and appearance proved his Chinese identity, an old gray plaid suit that could not be seen clearly in its original color, and the worn cuffs all showed that the young man in front of him was not in a very good family condition, and he was dressed so thinly in the cold season, and his slightly unconfident expression also showed that he was not a successful businessman.

Fang Lang didn't mind helping these fellow countrymen from other countries. He said: "I have two German Luger pistols, I heard from my American comrades-in-arms that this kind of thing can be sold for a good price in the United States, if you want to help me find a good buyer, how much will you need for the handling fee." ”

"Sir, if it's a business, we normally charge one percent of the transaction amount. But you are a soldier, and the spoils of war obtained on the battlefield are exchanged for your life, and I will draw 0.5 percent, do you think it is okay? I guarantee that the buyer I find for you will not be a middleman and will be able to give you a satisfactory price. You can go to the street to find a few people to ask for the number of points, and there will definitely be no lower price than me. ”

If Fang Lang went to find a buyer by himself, I believe he could find it, but it would definitely take a little longer, but now Fang Lang's time is very tight, and he has no time to waste on finding a buyer. In addition, Fang Lang also felt that this offer was not too high, so he nodded lightly and said, "Okay, if you can satisfy me this time, I don't mind introducing a bigger business to you." ”

Wan Chongxin nodded in agreement when he saw Fang Lang, and he was overjoyed, if he wanted him to introduce a buyer of other commodities, he might not be able to do it. However, for the collection of arms and weapons, he happened to know a very powerful buyer.

"Thank you for your trust, I'll take you over now, please follow me." Wan Chongxin led Fang Lang to the outside of Chinatown as he spoke.

On the way, he didn't forget to introduce the buyer to Fang Lang, it turned out that the arms and weapons collector he knew was the father of his sister Wan Xin's classmate, a veteran of the First World War, and now runs a taxi shop, and his strength is not small.

According to his sister and him, he offered a reward of 50 US dollars for finding a Ruger P08 artillery pistol, and her classmates also searched for his father on his father's birthday, hoping to give it to his father as a birthday gift, but unfortunately he never found it.

Now Fang Lang's arrival is simply a match made in heaven, although I don't know if the Luger P08 in Fang Lang's hand is an artillery model. But, at least it's an authentic Ruger P08, isn't it?