After hearing what Wang Xu said, Yu Zecheng was immediately moved.
Today, his main task is to provide supplies to the Jizhong base area and to protect underground party comrades.
Some time ago, comrades in the Baiyangdian area had several battles with the enemy, and the team suffered heavy casualties.
The guerrillas are short of ammunition, weapons, and supplies. The most lacking thing right now is medicine.
This batch of anti-inflammatory drugs is a commodity in Tianjin, but a human life in the base area.
The thought of non-combat attrition made Yu Zecheng's heart feel like a knife. This kind of grief is something that modern people cannot understand and cannot integrate into.
At least what Wang Xu thinks about now is how much money he can make, rather than joining the great revolution.
Modern people, when they talk about being patriotic, they are doing the same thing.
Take action, instead of traveling to Japan and buying Japanese cars like crazy, most of them are keyboard warriors.
Wang Xu feels that if he makes less money, it will satisfy his conscience.
As for not wanting money, that is impossible. Family, country, and world, the first is the family, and the second is the country.
"It's great, but this kind of medicine is not cheap." Wang Xu was discussing business. He had thought about medicine before traveling through time.
A box of twenty pills of penicillin costs about two hundred dollars.
However, selling medicine in the Japanese-occupied areas was not a good business. If you caught him, you would lose your head. Wang Xu gave up after thinking about it.
Since Yu Zecheng wanted it, he thought for a moment and said, "My medicine is an injection. I sell it by the dollar, one hundred pills and one gold bar."
One hundred penicillins, that is, five boxes, are worth RMB 1,000.
A small yellow croaker weighs about 50 grams. If sold, it will cost about 10,000 yuan, which seems to be a huge profit.
But this account cannot be calculated that way.
Is this price expensive? Considering this era, it is definitely not expensive.
When penicillin was first introduced to China, a box of ten pills was sold for half a gold bar, and one hundred pills was sold for fifty gold bars.
Wang Xu believes that his price is absolutely conscience, and the penicillin brought from modern times will be better than foreign products.
"One hundred pieces and one gold bar, isn't it too expensive?" Yu Zecheng frowned slightly when he heard the price.
Wang Xu didn't take it seriously and retorted: "It's still expensive. A bottle of Baobao Dan on the market now costs ten yuan, which is almost half a gold bar. Lao Yu, revolution is not a dinner party. When it's time to strike, strike."
You have to be more ruthless!"
Even though he said this, Yu Zecheng still hesitated.
The base area is not rich. If you take out a gold bar, the soldiers will have to scrimp on food and clothing and save money elsewhere.
As we all know, economic construction has always been a weakness within the party during this period.
The Japanese raided and the national army encircled and suppressed the country. Every now and then, traitors would come and cause trouble.
This money can be taken out even if it means gritting one's teeth. What Yu Zecheng is worried about is that Wang Xu's medicine is not as good as he said, and he has spent money in vain.
"Why, you can't trust me?" Wang Xu understood Yu Zecheng's attitude somewhat.
He didn't mind and helped our party as much as he could.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xu said: "I will deliver the goods first, then get the money, and let you see the effect before talking about it. Is that okay with the head office?"
"Seriously?" Yu Zecheng asked back.
Wang Xu waved his hand and said, "There's no need to lie to you. I'll get a hundred of them first. There's no need to prepare a deposit. Just prepare antiques for me."
"Okay, it's a deal." When he heard that he didn't want gold, but antiques, Yu Zecheng's smile deepened.
Wang Xu didn't realize it at first, but after Yu Zecheng left, he realized that our party had a habit of fighting landlords during this period.
Needless to say, gold is hard currency and can be used as an ocean.
On the contrary, it is antiques and the like, which are inconvenient to sell and the prices fluctuate greatly. It is estimated that a car can be obtained from the base.
"Haha, it's a win-win situation!" Wang Xu smiled. He could make a huge profit from it. Compared with his family, it was still a profitable business.
His family members were smarter than him, and they made a lot of calculations, but in the end they still ended up doing business without capital.
No, harmony, harmony, don't make this matter public, just smile secretly.
After sending Yu Zecheng away, Wang Xu felt happy. He took the incense burner and the scroll and stroked them lovingly.
Don't rush, it's afternoon now, there are many people and the shuttle door is on the street, so there is no guarantee that you won't be noticed when crossing.
This is Wang Xu's wealth. What he is doing is not a one-time deal. It would be a big deal if someone finds out.
After all, others can't see the shuttle door, but they can see him.
In the afternoon, a large living person walked through the wall. If someone saw it, they would be scared to death.
Wang Xu stayed in the hotel, lurking patiently, and it was late at night.
Tianjin in 1940 cannot be compared with later generations. Because of the Japanese, people rarely went out at night.
In the dead of night, Wang Xu took the incense burner and scrolls in his bag and walked away quietly.
Along the way, there were very few pedestrians. Occasionally, a Japanese patrol passed by, but Wang Xu avoided them in advance.
Half an hour later, we arrived at Qingyu Street where the shuttle gate was located, and the gate when we arrived was still embedded in the wall.
Wang Xu didn't dare to be careless, so he squatted down to clean his shoes and observed the situation on the street.
There were no pedestrians on the street, and the shops and homes on both sides were closed, making it look peaceful and peaceful.
I looked at the intersection in front and behind. There was no one at the intersection and it was quite calm.
"Goodbye, 1940!" Wang Xu walked close to the corner, and when he reached the shuttle door, he ducked and rushed in.
"Hey!" Just as Wang Xu's figure disappeared, a sneaky head appeared from the corner.
If Wang Xu was still here at this time, he would definitely have recognized that the person following him was none other than Xie Ruolin.
Since being rejected by Wang Xu, Xie Ruolin has been trying every means to find out what the business between Wang Xu and Yu Zecheng is.
Yu Zecheng is an ace agent and it is unrealistic to follow him, so Xie Ruolin's key target is always on Wang Xu.
Tonight, Wang Xu went out sneakily, which had already attracted Xie Ruolin's attention.
For an agent who came from the Central Government and could compete with Yu Zecheng, it couldn't be easier to track a rookie like Wang Xu.
Sure enough, after following him all the way, Wang Xu turned around several times but did not find himself, which made Xie Ruolin very proud.
Who is he? He is an intelligence agent of the Central Military Commission. Let alone an ordinary person, even if he is almost an agent, there is no way to discover him in advance.
But soon, Xie Ruolin couldn't laugh anymore, because Wang Xu disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Is there any mistake? How could a person disappear? Could it be that his true identity is an actor, and he came out late at night to perform a great show and come alive." Xie Ruolin was shocked and hurriedly walked up and searched the surrounding walls.
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It's a pity that Wang Xu can use the shuttle door because he and the door were struck by lightning together, and the two are one.
Xie Ruolin didn't have this opportunity. He searched over and over again for a long time. Except for being more certain that Wang Xu could do magic, he couldn't find any clues.