Now that the King of Shanxi has met him, Liu Lang has no desire to stay in Taiyuan.
Comrade Lao Li who came to see him off said a confused sentence: "If we fight with the Japanese army, regardless of victory or defeat, I must not return to Taiyuan." Then, Liu Lang left Comrade Li who was somewhat confused.
Jump on the train that's about to leave.
Liu Lang, who was almost considered a sage in Lao Li's eyes, could only say this. Whether he could save the tragic life of Comrade Lao Li did not really depend on what Liu Lang said, but mainly on himself.
If Comrade Li, who was deeply shaken after the competition between the two armies, vigorously rectified military affairs and trained the troops, then he might not lose so miserably in the future battle, and naturally he would not have the shame of the past. If he is still in such chaos, he still loses
After losing control of the troops and still stupidly jumping under Comrade Lao Yan's gun, Liu Lang could only do nothing.
The transportation in Taiyuan is quite good. The Zhengtai Railway, which has been completed for 25 years, can reach Shijiazhuang, which is 250 kilometers away.
It took a full night, and the train, with an average speed of no more than 30 kilometers per hour, finally brought Liu Lang and the other six people to Shijiazhuang.
After getting off the train, the steward of the Huashang Group, who had been waiting on the platform for a long time, took a few people to wash up, have breakfast and rest briefly before getting on the train again.
The train this time took the Ping-Han Railway, a major north-south transportation artery during the Republic of China. It started from Peiping and ended at Hankou in central China. The total length was 1,200 kilometers. This was already the fastest means of transportation Liu Lang could find.
However, regarding the purchase of train tickets during the Republic of China, Liu Lang, who was riding a civilian train during the Republic of China for the first time, couldn't help but curse. It was much worse than the Spring Festival migration of the future Republic. Anyway, that was
I will tell you whether there are seats or not, even if you are standing, you will know in advance. But now, the tickets are sold, but the rules are...
It turns out to be a first-come, first-served basis. To put it bluntly, whoever gets on the bus first will get the seat. As for those who get on the bus later and don’t even have a place to stand, it’s easy to say that they can climb up the roof of the bus. That strong smell
The sense of déjà vu of Asan Kingdom made Liu Lang couldn't help but pat his forehead to express that he couldn't bear to look directly.
Fortunately, the manager of the Huashang Group's original Fanjia factory in Shijiazhuang was a smart man. He spent a high price to buy sleeper tickets from the Republic of China version of the "Scalper Party." The first-class cabin that only such rich people are eligible to occupy is finally gone.
The rule is first-come, first-served. Basically, it is sold by berth. One berth per person is still guaranteed.
After a journey of one thousand kilometers and seventy hours, Liu Lang and the six finally arrived in Hankou, the largest city in Central China and an important transportation hub in Central China.
From here to Nanchang, where Liu Lang wants to go, it is only more than 300 kilometers.
Yes, Nanchang, no, to be precise, Jiangxi. Jiangxi, which had just stopped from the war, was the destination of Liu Lang's trip.
Because here, there are not only the people Liu Lang wanted to see since he came to this world, but also things that are indispensable for him to develop black technology. And that thing, apart from Jiangxi, is only available in Hunan in other places in China, and he wants to start from
If China's largest tungsten mine in Hunan purchases tungsten sand, not only the central government but also the Japanese may know all of Liu Lang's plans.
Yes, tungsten sand is used as a strategic material and the most important material for the production of alloys in various countries around the world. It is stared at by countless pairs of eyes no matter where it is.
As for Jiangxi, I am afraid that everyone does not know that this is the largest storage place of tungsten sand in China, and it is on the territory of the Red Army that has defeated the fourth encirclement and suppression campaign of the National Army.
The bald man is no longer in Nanchang now. He planned for eight months and mobilized an army of 500,000 to carry out the encirclement and suppression operation. The battle at Caotaigang ended two months ago when the bald man's three divisions were lost in the battle.
The red troops who fought hard for their own survival tore a big hole in the encirclement of the 500,000-strong army and continued to hold on for more than a month. Seeing that the situation was over, the bald man angrily left Nanchang and returned to Nanjing.
The flames of war also disappeared.
The atmosphere in Jiangxi now is no longer as tense as when the army gathered. Otherwise, Liu Lang and his party, with two foreigners in such a conspicuous team, would not have been able to go to Nanchang.
Going to Jiangxi is much simpler. You can board a boat from Hankou and go down the river directly to Jiujiang, and then take a bus from Jiujiang to Nanchang.
That said, but the 200 kilometers of waterway and the torment of more than 100 kilometers of land travel on a truck with a suspension that is not much better than a truck, even the energetic little foreign girl has become a lot weaker.
The petite Master Fan even vomited on the boat and in the car, and he had already suffered half his life. Except for Liu Lang himself, no one among them knew what made Liu Lang so crazy that he ran away from northern China.
Why did you travel nearly 3,000 miles to this place?
What is even more confusing is that when Liu Lang got on the train in Shijiazhuang, he was no longer Colonel Liu.
It was Manager Liu, the chief manager under Deputy Manager Fan of the Huashang Group. A fat man with two thick mustaches, not to mention his chest and protruding belly, he had a somewhat managerial demeanor.
"Captain Liu, look..." Fan Ziran, who finally regained some strength after resting for a long time in a Chinese hotel in Nanchang, walked into Liu Lang's room with a greeting card.
"I told you earlier, call me Manager Liu." Liu Lang glared at Fan Ziran angrily.
This guy is going to kill people! If the government spies densely packed in Nanchang knew that Liu Lang was here, let alone what associations they would have. You know, he is still leading his troops back to the base under military orders! Just say that.
This one was enough for him, Liu Lang, to drink several pots.
"But I'm not used to it! How about calling you Boss Liu?" Fan Ziran said with a bitter face.
Ever since he was kicked unconscious by Liu Lang for no reason in Rehe, Mr. Fan has left a shadow on Fatty Liu. Looking at Captain Liu as his subordinate every day, one can imagine the shadow area in Mr. Fan's heart.
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"Shout if you want. There is so much nonsense. Remember, this place is no better than in the north. The National Army and that person have just finished fighting. The composition in Nanchang City is extremely complex. If you want to kill me, just call me Captain Liu. But, you
If you kill me, believe it or not, the 2 million invested by the Fan family will be wasted." Liu Lang threatened half-jokingly.
"Manager Liu, this is one of the ten big businessmen in Nanchang who are engaged in various commercial businesses. Do you think it is suitable for you? If so, I will ask Lao He to submit the invitation." As soon as I heard that.
Because it has something to do with money, Mr. Fan quickly changed his title and entered the role.
If the two million oceans were gone, Mr. Fan would definitely rather be kicked to death by Liu Lang.
"Operating in mining, we also have a branch in Shanghai..." Liu Lang muttered silently as he looked at the information on the businessman named Zhou collected by the Huashang Group, which had arrived in Nanchang a week earlier than him.
By the way, he cast an appreciative look at his "big boss" Mr. Fan. The person he picked seems to be very suitable from now on.
Seeing such a look from his own "manager", Mr. Fan immediately narrowed his eyes with a smile.
No matter how you look at this scene, you feel like you are seeing a fat boss and his assistant. The little foreign girl beside you couldn't help laughing.
"What is this person's background?" Liu Lang glared at the foreign girl who was smiling wildly, and continued to take care of things with a domineering air.
"This man is the son of Zhou Fujiu, the richest man in the early Republic of China, who was born out of an extramarital relationship. After he became an adult, he left the family and did not engage in any of the family's business. He exclusively engaged in various minerals and is now a leader in this type of business in Jiangxi." Fan Ziran obviously did well.
The homework is introduced by Jiazhen.
"Is it possible that the richest man in the Republic of China is better than your Fan family?" Liu Lang asked out of curiosity.
Regarding who was rich and who was not in the Republic of China, Liu Lang was already very good at knowing the four major families. The reason for the Fan family was because Fan Ziran had an awesome uncle.
"Ahem, the Zhou family owned 50 million silver in the ninth year of the Republic of China..." Fan Ziran looked resentful.
That's not the same level at all, okay?
"Pfft..." Liu Lang spit out a mouthful of hot tea.
PS: I would like to recommend a new book by a friend, "War of Resistance: War of Resistance," I really like his writing style, so you can read it first.
Then, as the "computer geek" said in the comment area, he hopes to write less bland stories. These plots written by Fengyue, which have no war but only development, are just for the accumulation of future wars. Without industry and equipment, it is impossible to fight the Japanese army. To compete, what China lacks has never been people and blood. What it lacks is equipment. Those guns and cannons were not conjured out of thin air, but made bit by bit. Yes, Fengyue only knew after checking the industrial development data of the Republic of China. How difficult it was for our ancestors. They fought with their flesh and blood for eight years against the steel torrent of the Japanese invaders. No matter who he was, whether he was on the front line or in the rear, we all appreciate the sacrifices he made for the country and the nation. It should not be forgotten that these development chapters of Fengyue are also a tribute to the ancestors who have contributed to the development of my country's commercial, industrial and technological development. At the same time, I would like to thank the book friends for their suggestions to Fengyue. Fengyue strives to write these development plots less Insipid, thanks to the "computer geek" book friend.