A young beautiful hostess walked out trembling with a wine glass.

It's her usual job. It stands to reason that nothing should go wrong.

There weren't many guests today.

There are only two guests, to be exact.

A Chinese.

An Englishman.

The Chinese are very young. The British are also very young.

The two sat in the middle of the lobby.

The place has just been cleaned.

The bodies were carried. The blood stains are washed out. It's like nothing happened.

At least, Zhang Yong is very satisfied with this.

Seeing the nervous beauty, Zhang Yong casually took out a five-pound bill.

Don't be nervous. The battle is over. Here's a tip for you.

Put down your drinks.

Then there's the variety of cuisines.

All the guests in the palace have run out, and only those who are left to work.

For them, it doesn't matter who the enemy is.

Anyway, whoever takes over is the one who does the work. Maybe the new boss is here and you can get a big red envelope.

So, feast.

Others eat at other restaurants. Only Zhang Yong and Dickens were in the lobby.

Dickens was clearly hungry. I don't care about the etiquette of an English gentleman. Immerse yourself in hardship. It wasn't until I hiccuped a few times in a row that I gasped and let go of my knife and fork.

"Wait another two hours and it'll be dawn."

"Yes. It is not safe to walk at night. After dawn, the consulate will send someone to pick you up. ”

"Didn't you just say that you were going to take me to the consulate?"

"It's not safe on the road."

"Why?"

"The Japanese may be ambushed on the road."

"How dare they assassinate British citizens?"

"Oh, not really. They're not trying to assassinate you. It's to assassinate me. ”

"Assassinating 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 astonishment.

Killed more than a hundred Japanese? Sky! You're alive! You're still standing here!

Are the Japanese all waste?

Aren't they arrogant?

Why hasn't it killed you yet?

"You are God's own Son!"

"What do you mean?"

"That's what you Chinese say. People who are lucky are all sons of God. ”

"Oh. I don't believe in God. ”

"Of course. You Chinese don't believe anything. If God gives them five eggs, they believe in God. But if the Buddha gives them a barrel of oil, they will believe in the Buddha......"

"Although, but. You don't have to be so straightforward, okay. ”

"My understanding of you Chinese is very thorough. It's been a year and three months since I came to China. ”

"It's been a long time!"

"Of course! Oh, let's get down to business. Do you want arms? ”

"You smuggled it?"

"Of course not. I have legal formalities. ”

"Where is the procedure?"

"We, the East India Company."

"Uh......"

Zhang Yong picked up his wine glass.

It is indeed a legal procedure. East India Company.

Hehe.

But. It's not popular now.

The Japanese no longer sold the accounts of the East India Company. The Japanese were seriously resistant to the East India Company.

Why?

Because of the conflict of interest between the two sides!

The Japanese wanted to seize the British market and weaken the British presence in Asia.

Asia, it has to 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 put the artillery in order?

Look at each other's faces.

So young. Early twenties. It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

Others sell arms mainly with guns and ammunition. You kid came up with artillery? The ambition is also too great. Before you learn to walk, you're going to run.

"Artillery! Fifty doors. Spot trading. ”

"What model?"

"Mademoiselle France."

"Is it a French M1897 field gun? 75 mm caliber? ”

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it! So you know! Then I don't need to explain. I'm telling you, it's definitely a very good artillery! Perfect for you Chinese! ”

"It does ......"

Zhang Yong wanted to speak and stopped.

The other party is not exaggerating. Because this cannon is Li Yunlong's Italian cannon. It was indeed very suitable for China's national conditions at that time.

The main thing is that it is light and flexible. Car towing is not required. You can go any way.

When there are livestock, they are pulled by them.

When there are no livestock, they can also be dragged by manpower.

There is no need for hard pavement.

There is no need for a strong bridge.

Small in size and easy to hide. It can effectively evade the bombing of Japanese planes.

The shells were also light. Even the thinnest soldier was able to hold it with both hands.

If it was a 150 mm shell, it had to be carried by two soldiers. That's a lot of work. It must be known that the Chinese soldiers at that time generally had poor physical fitness. Not much strength.

"Where did it come from?"

"Italy."

"Oh!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

Sure enough, it was a veritable Italian cannon.

Because at that time, the Western powers imposed an arms embargo on China. France is among them. So, it is not possible to buy field artillery directly from the French.

But the arms dealers are always the smartest.

The Italians imported this field gun from France and then sold it to the Chinese. The middleman makes the difference. It is said that a lot of money has been earned.

Why can Italy sell? Because it did not participate in the arms embargo.

Sometimes, you say that the Italians are not smart enough. It's a fallacy.

Others are on the wrong side when they first start. But it was quickly corrected. In the end, it was still one of the victorious powers.

Do you dare to say that others are not smart?

Others are betting on both sides. Neither side wins nor loses. Proper tumbler.

Oh, back to the Italian artillery ......

In the Battle of Ping'angrad, Li Yunlong used this Italian cannon to blow up his wife. Cannons are good cannons. It's just a bit of a wife.

"Fifty doors?"

"Yes. Each gun also received 500 rounds of shells. ”

"Five hundred rounds?"

"Yes. The full package price is only 500,000 oceans. ”

"It's expensive."

"Not expensive, not expensive. It's true. One cannon and cannonball together, only 10,000 oceans! Where can you get it at such a price? ”

"Expensive."

Zhang Yong shook his head.

In fact, this price is really not expensive.

10,000 oceans to buy a 75mm mountain gun. Looks expensive. However, this was the market price at the time.

The Czech light machine guns equipped by the German mechanics cost thousands of oceans.

Even if the domestic arsenal imitates it, the cost will be hundreds of oceans. It is not an exaggeration to say that arms burn money.

Think a million oceans is a lot?

In fact, it is not enough to equip a division, or a militia division with only rifles.

In any case, a 75-mm mountain cannon is definitely worth 10,000 oceans. The Germans sold 105-mm howitzers for more than 100,000 oceans. That's what it's called expensive.

The so-called German stuff is good. The only downside is that it is expensive. The Führer himself could not afford it.

But the price of the Tiger type, the Tiger King and the like, can be reduced by half. The Führer will last at least two more years.

"Where?"

"I can't tell you this."

"In the hands of the Japanese?"

"Of course not. How could I possibly hand over to the Japanese? ”

"They didn't execute you?"

"Yes."

"But I didn't see any injuries on you."

"They sent two women a day to deal with me. Every day makes me feel powerless. I can't do it anymore, and I'm still giving me medicine. What is this not a moving execution? ”

"Do they have whips and candles?"

"What?"

"Nothing. It was a terrible punishment indeed. 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...... either"

"What's that?"

"Nothing. You have a good rest. Someone from your British consulate should arrive early in the morning. ”

"I don't want to sleep. I hate sleeping the most now. Just tell me, do you want artillery? If you really want it, I can sell it to you at cost price. 450,000 oceans. ”

"300,000!"

"Three hundred thousand? No, no, no, it can't be ......"

"I can't afford it."

Zhang Yong shook his head. Shrug. Stalls.

I'm sincere. But I really don't have any money. My entire net worth is 300,000 oceans.

The point is, this artillery, I bought it and it was useless.

I'm Renaissance.

Not a German mechanic.

Could it be that Boss Dai still dares to hide fifty artillery pieces privately?

That's incredible.

The bald head here only learned the news, and Boss Dai over there estimated that he would have to go to the court. Definitely a capital offense.

"Then you can help me contact the buyer."

"What's in it for me?"

"Absolutely. In accordance with market rules. More than half a million, we have half a cent. ”

"Four hundred thousand."

"No, I can't. I'm going to lose money. ”

"What about your original buyer? Didn't you receive a deposit? ”

"I only took a deposit of 50,000 yuan."

"Who's the buyer?"

"I can't tell you this. It's true. You know the rules of the trade. If I reveal it, then I don't even want to do it again. ”

"You want to continue?"

"Of course. Why not? ”

"If the Japanese can catch you once, they can catch you a second time......"

"Then you come and save me!"

"I ......"

Zhang Yong froze.

Nest grass. This British brain circuit......

Captain Jack is not as smart as you. Do you expect me to save you a second time?

I'll tell you the truth, this time, it was all a coincidence.

It was you who happened to be in the Palace of Riches. It was I who happened to attack the Palace of Rich. Almost, you can't get out.

Want to have a next time?

The next time the Japanese catch you, it's not two women a day, but two sumo wrestlers a day......

Contact the buyer......

It doesn't seem impossible. The commission will definitely want it.

This 75-mm field gun, with excellent performance, is very suitable for the Chinese army. It is especially suitable for German mechanics.

500,000 oceans, it's really not expensive. The government is also fully affordable.

The question is, how do you report it?

There's no way he's going to send a telegram directly to the commission, right? It's an exaggeration to think about......

Shake one’s head.

Put this thing aside.

He doesn't bother to think about things he can't do.

Throw Dickens to sleep.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, I received a report that it was from the British Consulate.

"Let them in!"

"Yes!"

Soon after, the British came.

Zhang Yong glanced at it casually. Eyes flashed. Unexpectedly saw Mei Lu.

Hey, she's actually coming with the British.

Eccentric......

Who the hell is she?

(End of chapter)