"Mr. Chen! It's you! You are Mr. Chen! ”

Lai Gubei looked at the person in front of him, rubbed his hands excitedly, and was a little incoherent for a while.

"How, know me?"

Chen Jianqiu looked at the young man with a smile.

"How can I not know you, almost every Chinese in Cuba knows your name, yes, it can be said that it is like thunder."

Lai Gubei considered his choice of words, and finally chose an idiom that his father had taught him.

"Then why don't you just come to me? What does the Cuban Revolutionary Army mean? ”

Chen Jianqiu was still smiling.

Lai Gubei shook his head:

"No, this batch of ammunition is used to arm a group of Chinese volunteers led by my father."

Chen Jianqiu was even more puzzled.

He didn't quite understand why, knowing his name, the Chinese in Cuba would go to the U.S. government instead of asking for his own help.

If Lai Gubei is a mixed-race person and doesn't know the situation, his father Lai Hua should know.

The young man looked a little embarrassed, and he hesitated, as if he had something difficult to say.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand, signaling Lai Gubei not to have too many concerns.

"Actually, there is also a controversy within the Chinese Volunteer Army, the Chinese in Cuba are mainly Hakka, they think that you are from HM, you should be from Cantonese or close to Cantonese people, so in the end they still didn't come to visit you."

Lai Gubei said.

Chen Jianqiu burst out laughing, laughter echoing across the riverbank.

Lai Gubei was a little uneasy, he thought he had said something wrong, and repeatedly retrieved what he had just said in his mind.

"They think too much, the grievances between the Cantonese people and the Hakka people, I'll talk about it when I see them later."

Chen Jianqiu did not elaborate on this matter.

Don't persuade others to be kind without suffering others, these things cannot be explained in one or two sentences.

He wasn't concerned with that right now.

"You come with me first, and we'll talk about weapons."

Chen Jianqiu took Lai Gubei along the river into the town and came to a tavern.

It had been a long time since he had set foot in a tavern in a small town.

Unlike those places in the western towns that are crowded with people and have the nature of "pornography, gambling and drugs", the taverns in New England are much more simple.

Local residents gather here after a busy day, drinking beer and chatting.

Chen Jianqiu ran to the bar with a mouthful of wine and threw ten cents of silver coins on the bar.

The boss understood, took two glasses of beer behind him and handed them to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu handed one of the cups to Lai Gubei.

The two of them found an empty table and sat down.

"How many Chinese soldiers does your father take with him now?" Chen Jianqiu took a sip of beer and asked.

"Fifteen hundred." Lai Gubei also took a sip of beer and frowned.

He was clearly not very comfortable with this high-alcohol beer.

"Where's the equipment?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"At first, the rebels got some lever-fired repeating rifles, but they were given priority to the main forces, so only some old-fashioned single-shot rifles fell into our hands." Lai Gubei replied, "When we were in a better situation in the early stage, we also captured some Spanish rifles, but the supply of ammunition could not keep up, so we had to throw them away. ”

"What about heavy weapons?"

"There are basically no heavy weapons, and even if there are, the amount of ammunition cannot keep up." Lai Gubei sighed.

Chen Jianqiu put the cup of beer on the table in front of him, leaned back in his chair, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he sat up from his chair and gestured two fingers at Lai Gubei.

"Twenty guns?" The young man chuckled in his heart, and his face could not hide his disappointment.

Twenty guns is a drop in the bucket for their current situation.

Chen Jianqiu almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

This young man is very interesting, and he has everything on his face.

He shook his head.

"Two hundred?" Lai Gubei's mood instantly improved a lot, and a smile appeared on his face.

Two hundred guns, if equipped with enough ammunition, can also bring some firepower to my father's troops, at least replace those front-loading broken guns.

This will reduce the number of deaths.

Otherwise, they will have to fill it with human lives.

However, Chen Jianqiu still shook his head.

He leaned back in his chair and straightened his clothes.

"I'll give you 2,000 new bolt-action rifles and enough ammunition, and I'll send someone to teach you how to use them." Chen Jianqiu said lightly.

This time, the young man was completely confused.

Happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it was true for a while.

Oh, my God! Two thousand new rifles, you can't be dreaming, right?

But Lai Gubei quickly realized a problem, and his expression became melancholy again.

"Mr. Chen, we don't have that much money." He said sadly.

Although the late former Cuban rebel leader Martí raised a lot of money before the uprising, it gradually ran out as the war progressed and the Spanish governor Villaur's strategy of "clearing the wilderness".

The rest of the money can be distributed to the Chinese volunteers, and even less.

The money for buying guns this time was made up by the Chinese in Cuba, and it was not enough to buy 2,000 rifles, let alone bullets.

It's just too much of a luxury for them.

"Money, don't worry." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand very casually, "As long as that thing is won, someone will naturally pay for it." ”

"Oh, that's great!" Lai Gubei became excited again.

"I have only one request, that is, these guns and bullets will only be used by the Chinese volunteers for the time being, and will not be considered for other rebels." Chen Jianqiu made a request of his own.

Lai Gubei understands this request.

But soon he asked another question and frowned again: "But what about the order of the federal side banning the export of weapons?" ”

"It's not something you have to care about." Chen Jianqiu stared at the young man in front of him, "I will arrange to leave from the port in Mexico." ”

The two of them were separated by a table, but Lai Gubei felt an invisible pressure.

"You also have the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang in your blood, I am a few years older than you, so as a person who has come over, I will say a few words, young people should move forward, don't look ahead, since I promised you, there must be a way to do it."

"That's good, I see." Lai Gubei sat up straight and nodded seriously.

The next day, when Lieutenant Rhodes woke up from a hangover, he found that Chen Jianqiu himself had left the town of Roxpoplin, leaving only a lawyer and the arsenal to sign the agreement.

The lawyer brought a sentence to Lieutenant Rhodes on behalf of Chen Jianqiu:

Thank you for the hospitality, the wine was delicious,

As for the reason for Chen Jianqiu's departure, Rhodes asked several times, and the lawyer said that he was not very clear, and it might be that Boss Chen had something urgent to deal with in New York.

Of course, Chen Jianqiu is in a hurry.

Once in New York, he had the finance center send the order to Roswell, and the factory prepared the goods for customs from Juarez and then railed to the port for boarding.

Two thousand bolt-action rifles, for the Roswell Ordnance Factory, there is not much pressure, let alone delivery in batches.

As for the operation itself, it is also familiar with the road and there is no problem.

The main reason why Chen Jianqiu traveled in such a hurry was that he wanted to go to Cuba in person.

The reason why he didn't rush to take out all the things of his advanced guys was because he had to go and see what the Second War of Independence in Cuba had become like now. (End of chapter)