After talking about Yantu, it was already late at night.
Dogs barked outside, the heavy iron door creaked open, and two cars slowly drove in.
It was Jian Bing and Yao Yilei who had returned from watching a movie and shopping.
Due to the undecided status, Chen Zikun always sleeps alone until now.
However, the two prospective wives often come to visit in the middle of the night.
In the first half of the night, Yao Yilei ran to Chen Zikun's room in her pajamas, crying and saying that she couldn't sleep because she saw a scary person. thing.
Chen Zikun asked her who she saw, and Yao Yilei said: "Did you know that Li Yaoting has many vicious dogs at home?"
"Oh, it's a German Wolfdog, I know."
"But, do you know what they eat?"
Yao Yilei said with fear on her face.
"What?"
Chen Zikun had already vaguely guessed something.
"I saw two dogs chewing something with a ring on it."
Sure enough, what Li Yaoting said about dragging people out to feed dogs was not to scare people, but to actually feed human flesh to dogs.
"I'm afraid."
Yao Yilei went straight into Chen Zikun's arms.
"Then sleep here."
Chen Zikun patted the open space beside him.
In the middle of the night, Jian Bing also ran over.
Seeing that Yao Yilei had arrived first, he was not jealous.
Instead, he ran straight to the bed, covered his head with a blanket, and said with chattering teeth: "I was scared to death."
Chen Zikun said: "What's wrong?"
"I dreamed about Bing'er.
Her face was covered with blood, and she said she died miserably."
Jian Bing couldn't help but tremble, his face was gray, and it didn't look like he was pretending.
"Did you listen to what others said?"
Chen Zikun asked suspiciously.
"Well, I heard from people in the Li family that Bing'er had an affair with a young opera singer.
After being discovered by Li Yaoting, she beat her to death.
When she died, her face was covered in blood, just like what I dreamed about.
She, she, she You won’t come to me.”
Chen Zikun said: "You are too worried.
It is just a dream.
Even if Bing'er really dies, there will be no ghosts, because ghosts are also afraid of evil people.
There are not many evil people here."
After saying this, Jian Bing calmed down, and the three of them spent the night huddled on the bed.
The next day, Chen Zikun took his two wives to the Huizhong Hotel on the Bund under the pretext that he lived too far away to do business.
His wife continued shopping, and Chen Zikun took his adjutant Ma Bian to Carowitza on the Second Avenue, which is also the German Lihe.
Foreign companies purchase supplies.
Lihe & Co., Ltd. is the most famous German company in the Far East.
It is headquartered in Hamburg.
It imports German heavy machinery, precision instruments, railways, mining equipment, etc., and of course another important business is arms.
Chen Zikun was dressed in a white suit, a Panama hat on his head, and a cane in his hand.
He was tall and majestic, with the air of a gentleman, and was followed by a tough entourage.
The receptionists at the foreign bank were all experienced veterans, and they immediately judged This guy is a big buyer.
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A blond and blue-eyed German manager personally received Chen Zikun and welcomed him into the VIP room.
A servant brought him coffee, and a Chinese employee who was proficient in German was responsible for the translation.
Chen Zikun introduced his identity as the military envoy to Jiangbei and the major general and brigade commander of the 7th Mixed Brigade of the Jiangdong Army.
A cold light flashed on the German's monocle, and he said straight to the point: "Dear General, what can I do for you?"
"I want to buy equipment for a division, including 10,000 rifles with bayonets, 500 Mauser pistols, 100 heavy machine guns, as well as mountain and field artillery, mortars and supporting spare parts and shells.
I know that German firearms are very sophisticated, so I was the first to come to you to inquire."
Chen Zikun said.
The German listened carefully.
The equipment of a division was by no means a small contract.
After listening, he asked someone to bring a color-printed product catalog to Chen Zikun to introduce it in detail.
"This is the gewehr98 rifle produced by Mauser.
It rotates and pulls.
It uses seven-mil.92 caliber rifle bullets and has five rounds in double rows with staggered magazines.
The gun weighs eight kilograms, is one meter and a half long, and has an effective range of eight hundred meters.
The German Army’s choice, your country’s Army also has a lot of equipment, I think the general will be familiar with it.”
"This is Mauser's C96 pistol, which is what you often call a box gun.
It has a caliber of 7.63mm and a capacity of ten rounds.
It is equipped with a wooden gun case.
If necessary, it can be connected to the gun handle and used as a carbine. , produced by the original factory in Germany, is definitely not comparable to those imitations. ” "This is the G08 Maxim heavy-duty water-cooled machine gun.
The gun weighs 52 kilograms.
It uses 79 bullets and is fed by canvas belts.
It has a rate of fire of 450 rounds per minute and can fire thousands of rounds continuously.
With this , your army will be invincible."
"This is a 75mm mountain gun produced by Krupp.
With all due respect, this weapon requires professionals to operate.
We can provide you with technical support."
As the German said, he also asked someone to bring over a sample.
The brand-new and shiny Mauser rifle was baked blue with a faint blue light.
The walnut stock was polished, and the bolt and bolt were precisely forged.
It looked amazing.
It looks like a murder weapon, but more like a handicraft.
Chen Zikun took the gun in his hand and pulled the bolt with great proficiency.
The original German product was really good.
The bolt was extremely smooth, far better than the Type 88 produced by the Hanyang factory.
"Good gun" Chen Zikun almost couldn't put it down.
"General, you can rest assured about the quality of German products."
The German said very reservedly, and the funny comprador nodded proudly to show his approval.
"Okay, help me calculate the required amount."
Chen Zikun's work style has always been vigorous and resolute.
The Mauser 98 rifle is indeed the best rifle on the market.
The Germans' rigorous style is perfectly reflected in their military products.
There is no doubt about this.
The German guy quoted the price in German, and the Chinese comprador fiddled with his abacus and quoted a number in a short time.
"Because you didn't say how many artillery pieces are needed, we only calculated the price of the firearms.
Excluding ammunition, it's 1,661,000 yuan, sir."
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The comprador said with a flattering smile.
"How much?"
Chen Zikun raised his eyebrows.
"One million six hundred and sixty-one thousand yuan, ammunition not included, we will use silver dollars to settle the bill, sir."
The comprador was still smiling.
"I need to see the price list."
Chen Zikun remained calm, but he was actually sweating secretly.
He only had 200,000 yuan, not even a fraction, and he was afraid that he would show his cowardice this time.
The other party issued a price list.
The unit price of the Type 98 rifle was 90 yuan, the unit price of the Maxim heavy machine gun was 7,500 yuan, and the price of the box gun was 80 yuan.
Chen Zikun wanted a relatively large quantity, and this was already the price after the discount.
This is too expensive.
Although Chen Zikun has never done arms trading, he also knows the market price of rifles.
The allocation price of a Type 88 rifle in Hanyang Arsenal is only 45 yuan, and the original German goods are twice as expensive.
The price of the Maxim is beyond imagination, but if you think about it carefully, even the most technologically advanced Shanghai Arsenal in China can only produce 20 weapons per month for such a complex weapon.
In the military, it is even equipped at the battalion level.
This The price is also reasonable.
The price of the box cannon is quite reasonable.
It can be sold for at least 100 yuan on the black market.
It is still cheap and has no market.
Even with money, you may not be able to buy the original goods from the Mauser factory.
Chen Zikun thought for a moment and said: "I will purchase two hundred Mauser pistols first.
For other ordnance, I have to refer to the quotations of other foreign companies before making a decision."
Obviously the German businessman was confident in his own products.
He made a please gesture and said: "Okay, I have some things to do.
Mr.
Zhang will receive you."
After that, he walked away.
Mr.
Zhang is the Chinese comprador.
The transaction of two hundred pistols is too small to be handled by the German manager himself.
If it were another commander, his pride might be hurt and he would go crazy on the spot, but Chen Zikun didn't care about this.
Being able to buy genuine stuff is the most important thing.
Because the business was too small, with a total transaction volume of only 16,000 yuan, Comprador Zhang became disdainful towards Chen Zikun, with obvious contempt in his words.
He often mentioned that a foreign company had done a transaction of 5 million yuan through Zhang Zuolin of Fengtian, and Shanxi's Yan Xishan signed a three million contract and other nonsense.
Chen Zikun patiently listened to his bragging for a long time.
When he finally signed the contract, he realized that the price was wrong.
The price of each Mauser pistol had changed from 80 yuan to 110 yuan.
Each Mauser pistol must be matched with the original purchase price.
The factory supplied 500 rounds of ammunition, so the total price turned out to be 31,000 yuan.
"Why did the price change?"
Chen Zikun asked curiously.
Comprador Zhang smiled slyly: "The price quoted to you just now is a package price, which is naturally cheap.
But since you only buy pistols, and the quantity is so small, you can only go according to the retail price."
Chen Zikun said: "This is very unethical in business.
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I refuse to sign and call your manager."
Comprador Zhang said with a straight face: "This is what the manager meant."
Chen Zikun said: "The store is a big bully, right?
I won't buy it."
Comprador Zhang was still smiling, but his smile was extremely hateful: "The door is over there, I won't give it away."
"Damn it, why are you talking to the commander-in-chief?
Believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot."
Adjutant Zhao made a gesture and drew his gun.
Comprador Zhang showed no fear at all and even said harshly: "This is a concession."
With just one sentence, Zhao Yufeng was discouraged.
This was a public concession, the territory of foreigners, and they were not allowed to mess around.
However, it would be too much of a loss to stop all activities, so he said angrily: "Commander, as long as you say a word, your humble position will be ruined." he."
Chen Zikun said: "Forget it, I'm not as knowledgeable as a villain."
Comprador Zhang smiled contemptuously, and a few words came out of the corner of his mouth: "Country households are screwed."
The corner of Chen Zikun's mouth twitched: "Say it again."
"You're from Sa, you can order Ala Ala to say, this is a concession."
Comprador Zhang emphasized his tone.
"Pa" slapped him across the face.
Comprador Zhang spun around in a circle, wiped his mouth, his hands were covered with blood, and his words were leaked: "Hit someone!"
"It's easy to hit you.
You're a dog fighting for strength."
Chen Zikun clapped his hands and walked away.
When I was going downstairs, a young man in a suit and leather shoes came from the opposite side.
He was quite tall and had a familiar face, but I couldn't think of where I had seen him before.
"Hello, senior, we meet again."
The man took the initiative to say hello.
Chen Zikun suddenly remembered: "You are Mu Yichen, graduated from St.
John's University in 1919."
The last time the British patrol shot and killed demonstrators on Nanjing Road, they had met once, but a few years later, they had met each other.
The young boy has grown into a handsome young man.
Mu Yichen said: "It's been four years since we last said goodbye.
I don't know where my senior is going."
Chen Zikun said: "It's a long story, why don't we talk about it when we go out."
As he said that, he looked back upstairs, and Comprador Zhang, who had been slapped by him, didn't chase him out.
"Okay, sit down at a cafe and I'll treat you."
Mu Yichen said.
The group of people came out of the ceremony, only to hear a sharp siren, and several Indian police officers ran over under the leadership of a British police officer
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