That afternoon, Wang Xu did not follow Yu Zecheng for special training. Instead, he transported the antiques back to modern times, went to the wholesale market, and bought two tons of salt.
The salt in the wholesale market includes small bags of household salt and large bags of wholesale salt.
This kind of wholesale salt comes in large bags. Each bag weighs 100 kilograms. After the merchant buys it, he can open it for retail sale.
Wang Xu hired a car and hauled two tons of salt up the mountain.
The driver was quite puzzled and asked what the salt was used for. Wang Xu casually said pickles, which made the driver doubtful.
...the Republic of China...
"Old Wang, don't say anything!"
Seeing the salt, Yu Zecheng excitedly took Wang Xu's hand and said sincerely: "On behalf of the soldiers in the base area, thank you!"
Wang Xu: "..."
Two tons of salt at a time is enough to feed two thousand people for a year.
Moreover, the salt that Wang Xu bought was different from the salt from the Republic of China. It was processed by various machines and tasted more than a hundred times better.
Wang Xu also made a special comparison. The table salt during the Republic of China was a little dark in color, and the salt eaten by ordinary people was even more of the large granular salt.
The salt he brought back was snow-white in color and the grains were very uniform. You could tell it was high-end goods at a glance.
"Good salt, all good salt!" Yu Zecheng looked delighted. Only government agencies can eat salt of this quality. I'm afraid the soldiers in the base area have never seen it.
But soon, Yu Zecheng became worried again and whispered: "Salt is good salt, this price..."
"It doesn't cost a penny, as long as you are dedicated and help me train for a month." Wang Xu didn't mention the money. One ton of this kind of edible salt only costs 2,200 yuan, and two tons is less than 5,000 yuan. Compared with the Republic of China, it is really nothing.
price.
Yu Zecheng didn't think so and opened his mouth to say something.
Wang Xu waved his hands before he could speak, and said with a smile: "I am also Chinese, and now the country is facing a national crisis. This batch of salt should be regarded as my gift to the base area. Don't shirk it."
"Old Wang, you said you've got this job. If I don't agree, you will definitely think that I look down on you. Okay, I promise, I will definitely make you a new person within this month."
What Yu Zecheng said was so categorical that he almost wanted to swear to heaven.
As a result, at the end, Yu Zecheng looked dark again and sighed: "Hey, Lao Wang, you are so capable. It would be great if you joined us. There is a shortage of capable comrades like you in the organization!"
Wang Xu glanced at Yu Zecheng. This was an insinuation to test his thoughts.
Wang Xu never thought about joining the underground party because he felt it was inappropriate.
After all, any organization is restrictive, especially the underground party, and he has too many secrets that no one can know.
For example, if you really join in, Shopkeeper Qiu will ask where your goods come from.
Wang Xu definitely can't answer, he can't tell the truth.
Moreover, Wang Xu cannot stand the discipline of the underground party. He has long been corrupted by modern society.
Take Yu Zecheng as an example. Apart from the necessary funds for activities, Yu does not need any organizational money.
Not to mention salary, even the share given to him by the military commander, Lao Yu paid party dues, so you can't play with them.
From the perspective of modern people, work is work and family is family, and the two cannot be confused.
For party members in this period, there was no boundary between family and country.
Many revolutionary veterans sacrificed their small families for the sake of everyone. After joining the organization, many donated all their family property.
"Lao Yu, I am a capitalist person who puts money first. Wherever I can help, I will definitely help, because I am also Chinese, but if I am like you, I can't do it!" Wang Xu said very clearly.
Calm, but his tone was as firm as iron.
Yu Zecheng opened his mouth, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say.
Wang Xu didn't want to talk about politics, nor did he want to argue with Yu Zecheng about which was more important, country or family, so he smiled and said: "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's go to training."
Wang Xu, whose ideological consciousness was not high enough, was not convinced by Yu Zecheng in the end.
Fortunately, Yu Zecheng is a smart man and knows what it means to be careful and does not bring emotions into the special training.
In the first week, Yu Zecheng taught about pistol shooting, teaching him one action after another.
In the second week, the course was changed to practicing marksmanship in the morning and learning disguise and lurking in the afternoon.
In the third week, the course includes more basic combat and some tips on killing people.
In the fourth week, the course changed again, and the location was changed from the woods to an overgrown mountain forest.
Wang Xu acted as an investigator, and Yu Zecheng conducted counter-reconnaissance.
The two of them were playing a cat-and-mouse game, one trying every possible means to search, the other trying every possible means to hide, and occasionally the other way around.
From the beginning, whether Wang Xu was tracking, counter-investigating, or fighting, he was fooled around by Yu Zecheng.
After a few days, the situation improved, but he still couldn't hold on for a few moves and was quickly taken down by Yu Zecheng.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed. Wang Xu's bullets made Yu Zecheng feel distressed. His fighting skills did not improve much, but his marksmanship gradually improved.
At a distance of fifty meters, ten shots, and a full score of 100 rings, it can hit about 70 rings.
At a distance of thirty meters, ten shots can hit around 90.
The distance of 20 meters is basically 10 rings, and the best result is ten shots and ten rings without a single mistake.
Of course, due to lack of time, Wang Xu has not tried hitting a moving target.
According to Yu Zecheng, his level is close to that of an ordinary agent, and he is still in the regular graduating class.
Wang Xu couldn't laugh when he heard such praise.
Because when Yu Zecheng hit a fifty-meter target, he basically hit all ten shots. You must know that the effective range of pistols in this period was only fifty meters.
What's more, shooting fixed targets is just an introductory task for novices.
A score of 10 rings for a fixed target and a score of 8 rings for a moving target may not be achieved.
Yu Zecheng also said personally that there are differences between moving targets and people. Some people with a bad mentality are very accurate when shooting moving targets, but they are unsatisfactory when performing tasks.
The first time he participated in the anti-traitor mission, he fired five shots at the traitor from a distance of thirty meters, but in panic he only hit one shot.
As for Yu Zecheng's performance, he ranked first in the Beacon Class that year. Boss Dai even personally visited him.
"Don't be discouraged. In one month, you can grow from an ordinary person to this level. If you were in my grade back then, you would be considered an outstanding student. However, your close combat ability still has a lot to do.
Lacking, your talent in this area is far inferior to your talent with firearms, you can only rely on hard training in the future."
At the end of a month, Yu Zecheng gave his evaluation, bluntly saying that Wang Xu's strength in firearms was no less than that of an outstanding agent who had just graduated, and he was very suitable for this job.
In terms of fighting, Yu Zecheng didn't say anything and just shook his head silently.
Wang Xu's heart was half filled with joy and half with melancholy.
He is good at marksmanship but poor at fighting. Their talents are not on the same level, and he feels it himself.
In Yu Zecheng's words, he didn't ask any questions during a normal gunfight. If there was an emergency situation at close range and the firearms could not be used, then he would be asking for trouble.
Anyway, in the contest with Yu Zecheng, he never made three moves.
It was basically a face-to-face encounter, and Yu Zecheng brushed him off a few times. He didn't even have a chance to react before he was subdued.
"Lao Yu, after these days of research, I have some ideas about marksmanship. It's okay to practice hard by following your guidance. But I don't have any confidence in this fighting. I guess if I continue to practice like this, I will become a street gangster.
Level, what can you do?" In front of Yu Zecheng, Wang Xu didn't need to pretend, he spoke truthfully.
Yu Zecheng frowned. To put it bluntly, Wang Xu had no fighting talent at all.
To put it in terms of the cross talk world, if the founder doesn't give him a bowl of rice, there is nothing he can do to the detriment of the world.
Yu Zecheng secretly thought that with his methods and vision, he would not be able to teach this apprentice, so he said in a low voice: "Your talent is unsatisfactory and you are too old. I'm afraid I can't teach you. If you are determined to make up for it,
As for your shortcomings in this area, I can recommend a person. This is a master as famous as Huo Yuanjia. At the moment, the person in Tianjin who can teach you well is probably him."