"Money is no problem. I'll find a way to give it to you in three days. I also have to raise some money."
Of course, Lu Ming didn't have so much cash in his hands. It was true that he had money, but the living money he had every year was only 100,000 yuan.
He has many uses for the money, and of course it is impossible to give all of it to Mr. Dong.
He had to get the money from the Fuxing Society's public funds, and then find Sheng Youde to write off the debt, which was equivalent to passing the loan on to the Fuxing Society.
"Actually, what we lack is not money, but supplies, all kinds of supplies. Can you help us buy all these supplies?" Mr. Dong simply refused to do anything and then opened his mouth.
"What kind of materials do you need?" Lu Ming actually knew it in his heart, but he still wanted to ask clearly.
"Here is a list." Mr. Dong gave him a long list.
Lu Ming watched it from beginning to end, his mouth wide open, and he was also quite surprised.
Although the supplies such as grain, cloth, salt and kerosene in the list are relatively large, they can be purchased separately and then concentrated. There is always a way to solve the problem.
But the rifles, bullets, explosives, machine guns and other arms on the list put him in a dilemma. He was not in the arms business, so if he wanted to buy these, he would have to go to the Caobang to purchase them.
In addition, there are some drugs that are rarely seen even on the black market. They are all used to treat gunshot wounds. They are special-grade controlled substances and are difficult to obtain.
"You can buy as much as you can for us, and we'll think of other ways to do the rest." Mr. Dong noticed that Lu Ming's expression was a bit awkward and quickly explained.
Lu Ming estimated that the supplies, in addition to medicines, would indeed cost about 100,000 yuan, but it was almost impossible to purchase arms in large quantities.
The last time a shipload of arms was taken away, it attracted the attention of Shanghai Customs and the Songhu Garrison Command. If it weren't for General Zhang Wenbai's face, he would definitely not be able to leave.
If I want to get another boat this time, I guess Caobang will be a little timid, so they can only take as much as they can.
The key is that medicines are too difficult. All hospitals strictly control the medicines used to treat gunshot wounds, which is even stricter than the measures to control arms.
Morphine, pethidine, and narcotics were originally the most popular drugs on the black market. Coupled with the control, they have basically disappeared from the market.
"Other things are easy to deal with. We can only get part of the arms, but we're not sure about the medicines. A small amount is fine, but the amount you want is too big." Lu Ming said with a bitter smile.
"I know that we really need these medicines. In the base area, because there is no anesthetic, our comrades insist on doing various surgeries, even amputation surgeries." Mr. Dong said, with red eyes.
"Ah, who can bear this?" Lu Ming couldn't help but take a breath of air.
He could imagine the situation of operating without anesthesia for the injured. It would be no different from torture, and even more painful.
"Please Mr. Lu, please use all kinds of social connections and think of ways to get as much as you can." Mr. Dong begged.
"Actually, I can get smoke for you. Do you have a way to extract morphine and anesthetic yourself?" Lu Ming suddenly thought of this method.
"Our party's principle is to never touch drugs, so we don't have talents in this field, nor do we have such machines." Mr. Dong said regretfully.
Lu Ming didn't understand the drug production process, but he knew that morphine and other analgesic and narcotic drugs were mostly extracted from opium. As long as there were knowledgeable people and suitable machines, it was not difficult.
Of course, this is strictly prohibited by the government. Anyone who secretly refines drugs will basically be shot if caught, with no possibility of escape.
Strangely, the Republic of China government turned a blind eye to such behaviors as smoking cigarettes and white noodles. Perhaps the wealth gained by interest groups was enough to offset the government's determination to curb drugs.
"By the way, we also need two high-power radios, dry batteries, radio spare parts, generators and diesel."
After Mr. Dong finished speaking, he couldn't help but lower his head in shame, feeling that he was too greedy.
"If you need anything else, let's tell it together." Lu Ming also smiled and simply sat down again.
It is said that the government's control over radio stations is stricter than that over narcotics, but for Lu Ming, this is exactly the opposite.
Lu Ming has obtained the highest authorization from Nanjing and is preparing to set up a special agent school. Radio stations, spare parts, generators, etc. are all necessities, and he has special permission to purchase them.
"I can't think of anything. Please help me think about it. I've already asked him for help anyway, so I might as well ask him too." Mr. Dong said to An Yi in a low voice.
An Yi was dumbfounded. She originally thought that Lu Ming would definitely not agree. Isn't this treating people as fools?
I didn't expect that Lu Ming really agreed to them all. Oh, it was really strange. I don't know if he really agreed or was just fooling people.
The key question is, he promised, but can he do it?
"The more pickles, the better." An Yi suddenly remembered something.
"Uh, pickles? The more, the better? What do you mean?" Lu Ming looked at the two of them in confusion.
"Yes, it's pickles. Our base area is often in a state of lack of salt, and pickles are life-saving things at that time." An Yi said with an exaggerated expression.
"Then it's better to buy more salt." Lu Ming said.
"Salt cannot be eaten directly, but pickles can. As long as our comrades have steamed buns and pickles, they will be full and have the strength to kill the enemy." An Yi explained.
Of course, Lu Ming couldn't understand that in the base area, pickles were the best delicacy, a treasure that could not be compared with anything.
For a person who has been short of salt for a long time, pickles are indeed a delicacy given by God.
"Okay, you can have as much as you want. But where can you receive these things?" Lu Ming asked.
"We have to ask our superiors for instructions on this, and we must ensure the safety of transportation." Mr. Dong said.
"Okay, please ask for instructions. It will take me half a month to twenty days to purchase these supplies. When you confirm the delivery address, I can have Caobang transport it to you." Lu Ming's attitude.
Mr. Dong and An Yi were so happy.
An Yi suppressed her excitement and said: "If we can send two boatloads of pickles, I guarantee that the leader will be very happy."
Mr. Dong immediately gave her a restrained look, and the two of them returned to normal.
"Can I take this list?" Lu Ming asked.
"Take it away, I still have some foundation here." Mr. Dong said hurriedly.
Lu Ming took the list and left. He also felt a little headache. It was not a problem of money, but because there were too many things and the quantity was too large. How could he manage to have a big problem in Fuxing Society's account?
In addition, the sudden purchase of so many supplies in the market, even ordinary grain, cloth and salt, will attract the attention of intelligence agencies in various places.
If you want to avoid being noticed, you have to find dozens or even hundreds of stores to buy in batches, and then gather them in one place.
He could find these shops. During the "128-Songhu Anti-Japanese War", he and Kang Ze studied a latent plan. One of them was to establish many strongholds and many business houses. The company also had more stores as
cover.
The original plan has never stopped operating, and now it can finally be put to use.
There should be no problem in transporting the ships and manpower with Cao Gang. The biggest headache for him is how to purchase large quantities of arms and various medicines.
You can buy some arms on the black market, and the Cao Gang can also smuggle some, but it is still only a fraction, and it is far from the amount Mr. Dong wants.
The same goes for medicines. Hundreds of morphine are resold, and narcotics are not difficult to obtain. You can get them by looking for connections on the black market, but Mr. Dong asked for the quantity needed by a military hospital.
If this information is released on the black market, it will definitely attract the attention of many parties including the Songhu Security Command, the Shanghai Police Department, and the Fuxing Society.
Lu Ming was in a hurry and suddenly came up with an idea. The Japanese had a lot of these things. I wonder if I could get some from the Japanese.
Although the Japanese claim to have strict military discipline, since their consul general can sell blank passports privately, why can't they sell some arms and medicines privately? As long as the price is high enough, they should be able to buy them.
There are also greedy people among the Japanese. They invaded China across the ocean just to plunder resources and wealth. Buying them off with money is a good way.