After the door was closed, within three minutes, the doorbell rang again.
Wang Xu thought Yu Zecheng was back again. After opening the door, he saw Xie Ruolin leaning on the door, observing the surroundings mysteriously.
"What are you doing here?" Wang Xu frowned when he saw it was Xie Ruolin.
Xie Ruolin had a smile on his face, pointed to the corridor furtively, and said with a mean smile: "Is that person Yu Zecheng?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Wang Xu was noncommittal and did not deny anything.
"It doesn't matter, it does matter." Xie Ruolin came uninvited and was not polite to Wang Xu. He walked into the room uninvited and looked up and down: "Two teacups, one is yours and the other is Yu Ze's."
It’s done.”
At this point, Xie Ruolin stretched out his hand, put his fingers into the teacup, and said: "The tea has not been touched and is still warm. It means that the time from the time you met to the time you separated was definitely not long. Let me guess, you
Why are you looking for Yu Zecheng to drink tea? It's definitely not business!"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Xie Ruolin talked about business, Wang Xu saw in his eyes the look of a wild dog when it saw meat and bones.
This is not surprising. Xie Ruolin is a mother with breasts. She is a member of the Central Government, but she dares to sell the information of the Central Government to the underground party at a high price.
For such a person, all he talks about is interests, and he doesn't care about right or wrong at all.
Wang Xu remembers that there was a link in the TV series that left a deep impression on people.
Xie Ruolin took two gold bars and asked Yu Zecheng a question, which of the two gold bars was noble and which was dirty.
For this question, Yu Zecheng could not answer. He described from the side that Xie Ruolin himself had no bottom line. If he did, it would be the difference between one gold bar and two gold bars.
"Yu Zecheng is too careful but not bold enough. He is not a good businessman. Brother, if there is a way to make a fortune, maybe we can cooperate. I am more open-minded than Lao Yu." Xie Ruolin lives in Yu.
Zecheng was downstairs, and he despised Yu Zecheng's cautiousness.
These days, the brave will be starved to death, and the timid will be starved to death.
He believes that he can take over Yu Zecheng's business. No matter what Yu Zecheng and Wang Xu are talking about, he is sure to exceed the quota.
Hearing Xie Ruolin's words, Wang Xu shook his head slightly: "You are overthinking, I don't have much business here."
"There's no business, it's impossible. When Yu Zecheng left, was there gold in his bag? You can't be wrong. I hear the sound of the gold colliding more familiarly than my mother's voice. Give me a chance!"
Xie Ruolin didn't care when he was rejected by Wang Xu.
What is a businessman? If you have no shame and only want money, then you are a businessman.
What Xie Ruolin likes to do most is poaching people.
It's challenging and has a sense of accomplishment. I've been enjoying it for a long time, and I can do it one by one.
"You're overthinking, bye..." Wang Xu had already reached an agreement, and he was only mentally ill to let Xie Ruolin step in.
Without saying a word, he made a gesture to see off the guests, and then closed the door heavily.
Outside the door, Xie Ruolin looked confused. He heard from the bag Yu Zecheng was carrying that there were at least twenty or thirty pieces of gold.
It was even more uncomfortable for him to encounter such a big deal than to kill him.
Twenty or thirty pieces of gold, how much information do you have to sell to earn so much?
For a moment, Xie Ruolin's eyes wandered, and he was unwilling to give up just like that.
the next day...
Before dawn in the morning, Yu Zecheng, who had left yesterday with gold bars, came back holding an incense burner and a painting.
As soon as he opened the door, before Wang Xu could ask, Yu Zecheng took the lead and said: "In the Ming Dynasty, King Wen's lotus incense burner was inlaid with precious jade. Let's take a look at Dong Yuan's Autumn Mountains and Smoke and Rain, among the three masters of the Northern Song Dynasty, the originator of southern landscape painting."
Wang Xu didn't know how to paint, so the first thing he looked at was King Wen's lotus incense burner.
To the eye, the incense burner is bronze-colored, the size of an ashtray, and can be easily held in the hand.
Starting from the base of the incense burner, the entire incense burner looks like a lotus flower, opening upwards in layers.
There is a ruby inlaid on the top of the incense burner. Looking at the color of the ruby, you can tell that it has been touched frequently and has a heavy sense of history.
"This incense burner, eight gold bars, I got from an old friend. This painting, sixteen gold bars, is the treasure of a wealthy family. They want to move to Shanghai, so this painting counts
I got a bargain." As soon as Yu Zecheng opened his mouth, Wang Xu was stunned.
8 + 16 = 24
He gave Yu Zecheng 23 gold bars, but Yu Zecheng didn't get any of them, but took one instead.
What kind of spirit is this? When Lei Feng is alive, Song Jiang is reborn!
Wang Xu was shocked. He held the incense burner and the scroll and was speechless for a long time. He said in a deep voice: "I knew you were a great man!"
"Haha, I don't dare to be a great man, so I just want to be your friend." When Yu Zecheng said this, Wang Xu knew the problem.
What he gave Yu Zecheng yesterday was not just gold bars, but also a piece of information about the Central Unification agents lurking in Yan'an.
On the surface, Yu Zecheng did not admit that he was an underground party, but he used this method to let Wang Xu take advantage of him. He said that he wanted to make him a friend, but the drunkard didn't care about drinking.
"Yes, I'm determined to be your friend." Wang Xu put away the scroll and the incense burner with satisfaction, and said without changing his smile: "If there is a chance, we will continue to cooperate next time."
"No need to do it next time, I know you have great powers, so I plan to ask you for help this time." Yu Zecheng was halfway through his words, he thought for a moment, and said: "I have a friend who is in the medicinal material business, now in Tianjin
The world is dominated by the Japanese, and it is difficult to do business in medicinal materials. I wonder if you have any way to get a batch of anti-inflammatory drugs?"
"No problem, I'll take the anti-inflammatory medicine..."
Wang Xu suddenly stopped talking, tilted his head and looked at Yu Zecheng, hesitatingly saying: "Aren't you testing me?"
"No, we are all friends and we help each other!" Yu Zecheng still had a naive smile on his face, without revealing his true thoughts.
Wang Xu squinted his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.
In modern times, anti-inflammatory drugs are not considered controlled drugs. In any clinic, there are boxes and a half of them in stock.
But in Tianjin in 1940, these things were not ordinary. In order to prevent these drugs from falling into the hands of the underground party and the loyalists, the Japanese inspected the pharmacies every day, and arrested people if there was anything wrong.
Yu Zecheng wanted these things, but he didn't believe they were for his friends. They were probably materials needed by the underground party.
The underground party is different from the military commander. The main task of the military commander is espionage and counter-intelligence.
During this period, the main task of the underground party was to collect supplies for the base area, and the deputy position was to collect intelligence.
"No problem, but you also know that today's medicines are not cheap. My medicines are imported and the price is not low." Wang Xu took a heavy bite on the price because he had already thought about what medicine to get.
Penicillin was discovered in 1928, put into production in 1942, and became popular all over the world in 1943.
Now, it's 1940, two years before the advent of penicillin.
By 1943, penicillin was popular all over the world. When it came to China, the initial price was that a box of penicillin was half a gold bar. It was specially designed to serve military officers. It was also called general medicine, which meant that if you were not of a certain level, you would not be able to take this medicine.
Rights to use.
In the later period, as production expanded, the price of penicillin slowly dropped.
However, few ordinary soldiers can use it, and those who use this medicine must at least be junior officers.
Wang Xu knows the difference between priorities and is not a brainless fruit fan.
He could sell penicillin to Yu Zecheng, but he would definitely ask for the money. In novels like that, the Gao Daquan who became saints during the Anti-Japanese War were not the same thing as him.
"What medicine is it? Is it easy to use?" Yu Zecheng didn't ask about the price, but about the effectiveness of the medicine.
Wang Xu thought for a while and said: "With my medicine, whether it is a gunshot wound, a knife wound, or a burn, the possibility of infection will be minimized. Compare, with the best anti-inflammatory drugs on the market today,
Bao Dan is only 30% as effective as my medicine."
Bai Bao Dan is Yunnan Baiyao, which is currently recognized as an anti-inflammatory medicine in China.
However, the technology of Baibaodan during this period had not yet been revolutionized, and the production method was traditional, which was still inferior to that of penicillin.
Wang Xu believes that compared with the two, the effect of penicillin under modern technology is at least twice as good as Baibaodan.