It can be said that a series of events in the past two days all started because of Gazi.
Wang Xu never wants to see such a troublemaker in his life. If there is a time limit, he hopes it will be ten thousand years.
"Gazi, let's go." Shopkeeper Qiu saw what Wang Xu meant and pulled Gazi away.
At noon that day, after paying ten yuan, Yu Zecheng was released with only some injuries on his body.
After asking, I found out that the injury was not caused by the puppet soldiers, but that dozens of people were locked in a cell, and a man named Long Ye repaired Yu Zecheng.
At noon, Wang Xu’s house...
When Yu Zecheng just came out, the first person he went to was Wang Xu's house to discuss the next step of cooperation.
Wang Xu got some good wine and meat, and went out of his way to help Lao Yu get rid of bad luck. As a result, he laughed the moment he saw Yu Zecheng.
"Lao Yu, isn't it? You are an ace agent. Where did that Mr. Long come from to be able to fix you?" Wang Xu prepared a table of food and wine and laughed at Yu Zecheng.
Yu Zecheng's appearance had changed at this time, his face was bruised and bruised, and he smiled bitterly: "It's not how powerful he is, the key is that I can't fight back!"
Lao Yu's apparent identity was assigned to him by the military commander. He was the owner of a small bookstore, the kind of person who had no power to tie a chicken.
In this case, the little gangster who calls himself Long Ye has nothing wrong with him. If Yu Zecheng fixes Long Ye, it will be a surprise.
As a result, in front of Mr. Long, Yu Zecheng didn't even retaliate, so he was naturally repaired badly.
But it was not without its benefits. When the military commander got the news and came to redeem people, none of the guards of the 144th Regiment thought that Yu Zecheng, who had been badly repaired, would be an anti-Japanese element that frightened them.
"Shopkeeper Qiu asked me to tell you that the medicine has been sent to Baiyangdian. If you still have some in stock, how much is needed in the Jizhong base area." As soon as Yu Zecheng came out, he went directly to Wang Xu's house. A large part of it
It's for the mission.
His mission is simple: keep in touch with Wang Xu and obtain the maximum amount of medicines.
Today, life is very difficult in the Jizhong base area. Because of the victory of the Baiyangdian guerrillas, the enemy has also stepped up its encirclement and suppression efforts.
As a result, the number of casualties increased. Under the enemy's blockade, the demand for medicines continued to rise.
"Lao Yu, as long as you don't do what you did this time, you can get as much of my goods as you want. As long as the price is right, there will be a steady supply of medicines." Wang Xu likes to do business in a calm manner, not in a hurry.
Yu Zecheng also knew that what happened to Gazi made Wang Xu very uncomfortable, so he quickly said: "Penicillin, ten thousand tubes, pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. I will give you a 10% deposit first."
"Ten thousand penicillin pills, will you get rich?" The price given by Wang Xu is that 100 penicillin penicillins are equivalent to a gold bar.
Ten thousand pieces equals one hundred gold bars, which is equivalent to ten kilograms of gold.
Wang Xu was very curious, where did the miserable Jizhong base come from so much money? One hundred pieces of gold was not a small amount.
"Logically speaking, I can't answer this question for you. However, since you are our friend, I can reveal a little bit. This money is provided by Lunan to support us." Yu Zecheng only mentioned Lunan, specifically.
There is nothing about the location or specific people.
But who is Wang Xu? He is a time traveler from modern times. In order to cope with the environment of the Republic of China, he searched online for a long time.
When he heard the word Lunan, Wang Xu squinted his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Lao Yu, this money was obtained by the railway guerrillas in the Lunan base area, right?"
"Eh!" Yu Zecheng was surprised and looked up in disbelief.
Wang Xu chuckled, pointed in the direction of Lunan, and said: "Runnan is now most famous for its guerrillas. Good guy, they even dare to rob Japanese military columns. Captain Liu is very capable!"
"Easy to say, easy to say." Although Wang Xu did not praise himself, Yu Zecheng was even happier than praising him.
After laughing, Yu Zecheng raised his glass and clinked it with Wang Xu: "How about 10,000 penicillins, no problem?"
"No, leave this matter to me." Wang Xu was also happy to make money while doing something good for the party and the country.
Yu Zecheng stopped talking, lowered his head, took a sip of wine, and whispered: "Besides medicine, do you have anything else over there?"
"Something else?" Wang Xu put down his wine glass, picked up a peanut, chewed it and said, "What is it?"
"Firearms and ammunition, long and short guns will do. It would be better if we could get explosives. Nowadays, the Japanese raids are very fierce and the comrades are resisting very hard. The main reason is the lack of ammunition and medicine, let alone heavy weapons." Yu Zecheng
His eyes were sad and his voice was full of heartache.
Wang Xu held up his chopsticks but did not pick them up for a long time. He sighed: "We even lacked explosives. Before Xiong Dazhen died, the Jizhong base area never lacked these."
"Comrade Xiong Dazhen..." said this person, Yu Zecheng became even more sad. He tried to speak several times, but ended up sighing.
Xiong Dazhen was a talented scholar from Tsinghua University who devoted himself to the revolution. He served as the Minister of Supply in the Jizhong Base Area and specialized in manufacturing weapons and ammunition for the base area.
Unfortunately, in 1939, this man was regarded as a spy and secretly executed by the anti-rape squad.
Although it was later confirmed that Xiong Dazhen was not a spy, the weapons in the Jizhong base area still disappeared from the self-made weapons.
"I don't have access to weapons here. You have to figure this out on your own. As for the medicines, tomorrow...the day after tomorrow, you can come and get them in the afternoon of tomorrow." Wang Xu wanted to come and get them tomorrow, but as he spoke, he thought again
, 10,000 penicillins is a lot, so he has to be tough.
After all, Yu Zecheng holds two positions. Not only does he have connections in the military, but he also has connections in the underground party. From his perspective, it is not difficult to see the value and popularity of these drugs. He is so powerful that he cannot always keep them on hand.
So many medicines.
"Two days later, okay. Here is the deposit, as well as the payment for one hundred pieces of goods from last time." Yu Zecheng opened his tunic suit, and inside there was a row of hidden pockets with eleven small gold bars inserted.
Wang Xu looked at the gold bar and moved it towards him, eating and drinking without any delay.
Yu Zecheng paid the deposit and raised his glass to toast Wang Xu again. After drinking for three rounds, he continued: "I recently found another good item, the Eight-sided Han Sword. Are you interested?"
"How much?" Wang Xu was certainly interested.
Yu Zecheng put down his wine glass and smiled: "Eleven gold bars..."
"Ha, that's interesting!" Wang Xugang had just received eleven gold bars, and Yu Zecheng changed hands and was about to take them back.
However, he is not short of gold bars now. Xie Ruolin contributed two large yellow croakers to him, and he hasn't moved much yet.
"Lao Yu, if you give me a deposit of ten gold bars and a payment for one gold bar, you will take it back if you change hands. Are you plotting against me?" Wang Xu was joking. He knew Yu Zecheng's character and the underground
Due to the relationship between the Party and him, the possibility of plotting against him is extremely slim.
Yu Zecheng didn't know. Seeing Wang Xu's face, he quickly explained in a low voice: "No, that eight-sided Han sword is definitely a good thing from the Han Dynasty. The jewels inlaid on it are more than eleven."
A gold bar."
"So, I earned it!"
The value of jewelry is more than eleven gold bars, but Yu Zecheng sold it to him together with the sword for the price of eleven gold bars. This is not a profit.
Yu Zecheng did not dare to be greedy for credit, and waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't say that, gold can buy antiques, but these days, it is difficult to exchange antiques for gold. Although, the real value of this eight-sided Han sword is definitely in the two
It costs more than ten pieces of gold, but not many people can bid for it."
Gold in troubled times and antiques in prosperous times were most vividly reflected during the Republic of China.
Wang Xu nodded slightly. The deal with Yu Zecheng was a win-win for both of them. There was no way to say who took advantage.
"Then it's settled, I'll give you the gold bar, and I want the Eight-sided Han Sword." Wang Xu pushed the gold bar out, then thought of another question, and said: "Lao Yu, you are an elite, let me give you a gun.
,How many people can you deal with?"
"It's hard to say. Ordinary soldiers fight with me in the street. Six or seven people can't defeat me. If the terrain is good and there are enough bullets, I might be able to fight back." When Yu Zecheng said this, Wang Xu was shocked.
Six or seven soldiers were fighting in the street, and they might be killed by Yu Zecheng.
Wang Xu was stunned and questioned: "Lao Yu, are you so powerful?"
"I graduated from the Beacon Class, and Boss Dai was my teacher. I ranked first in my grades that year..." Yu Zecheng still smiled like that, but in Wang Xu's eyes, there was an indescribable arrogance.