Chapter Twenty-Five: Transaction

  Chinese people, after all, can't help but have a bit of an official slave mentality. Even the underworld likes to lean towards democratic figures, let alone someone like Yang Feng who is a young man with aspirations. Wearing an official hat on his head is something he has longed for since ancient times.

  "This is easy, Yang brothers! I am the Chief of Staff of the 29th Army, at most I can make you a consultant, and then let General Song report to the top, give you a colonel's rank." Xiao Zhenying said with a generous wave of his hand.

  "An army position, this brother is not suitable for the military at all, it's better to find him a government job." Yang Feng said hesitantly. Lao Xiao's thoughts were not pure, an army position meant that he would be subject to another set of laws, and could be executed on trumped-up charges at any time. In other words, from then on, he would be tightly bound to the 29th Army's war chariot, which was not a good thing.

  Yang Feng only thought of a position that didn't require any responsibility, didn't need to do anything, and could occasionally be taken out to show off its prestige.

  "Is that so!" Xiao Zhenying's enthusiasm diminished slightly.

  "In Beiping, I'm just a spare person, merely for show, and an insignificant official would be fine, but I think you don't need that either. How about this? Isn't Song Junlong still the chairman of the Chahar Provincial Government? Let him arrange a provincial government advisor position for you? Although it's just a title, wherever you go, people will know that you're from our 29th Army." said Xiao Zhenying.

  "This will do, then I'll have to trouble Xiao for it." Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

  The next day, Yang Feng took the amount of ammunition calculated by Xiao Zhenyang to find Richard, and both parties immediately signed the first batch of supply contract. One hundred boxes of sulfadiazine totaled $220,000, ten boxes of morphine $50,000, a total of $270,000 all exchanged for weapons.

  One Thompson M1928 with two 50-round drums and five 30-round magazines, plus a quantity of ammunition, all for $400, which can be obtained from an American arms dealer in Shanghai.

  But the latest Browning M2 anti-aircraft large-caliber heavy machine gun had to be purchased from the United States, and the M2HB that Yang Feng wanted was still under development, so it could not be provided for the time being.

  Including the matching ammunition, each one costs $5,000. Mainly because white phosphorus bullets and steel-core armor-piercing bullets are not cheap, and Yang Feng wants more of them. He ordered 20 of these, as for the remaining $2 million, he directly pulled a batch of Browning M1911 pistols from an American arms dealer in Shanghai.

  As for the 60 mortars Yang Feng wanted, this really didn't exist, and the Americans didn't even know where they were! The M2 mortar imitating the French Brandt would not appear until five years later.

  "Never mind, maybe I remembered it wrong!" Yang Feng said with a wave of his hand, without the slightest blush.

  It doesn't matter, anyway Germany is still waiting for me to slaughter it, and if all else fails I can just create my own!

  "Mr. Yang, if you need them, perhaps we can supply a batch of 75mm pack howitzers, the latest M1 model." Richard said apologetically, actually he didn't know that the US Army didn't have 60 mortars either, and only found out after inquiring about it.

  "It's possible, but what about the cost?" Yang Feng hesitated for a moment, looking at Richard.

  "If you could just provide a few more medicines, it would be easily solved." Richard said with a smile.

  "Ah, I still have some reserves, originally for emergency situations." Yang Feng said with a sly smile.

  "So now it's an emergency situation, huh?" Richard laughed just as slyly.

  "It should be counted, it should be counted!" The two foxes smiled in perfect harmony.

  After dealing with the Americans, it's Germany's turn. Let's see if they have any good mortars in their hands. And shouldn't they also have the MG 32 general-purpose machine gun? Just hearing the name tells you that they should have it.

  Yang Feng excitedly ran to the Beijing branch of Xinchang Yanghang and visited Manager Hainitz.

  This was quite a surprise to Heinz, but when the two quickly confirmed the drug-for-arms agreement and Yang Feng made his request, Heinz looked embarrassed.

  "What? No MG 32 general-purpose machine gun?" Yang Feng's eyes widened in an incredulous expression.

  "Yes, Mr. Yang, I can tell you with certainty that Germany absolutely does not have the MG32 general-purpose machine gun." Heinz nodded and said.

  "What's the best machine gun you can provide?" asked Yang Feng, a fake army enthusiast.

  "The Swiss SIG MG 30 general-purpose machine gun, but this machine gun is expensive, you should know that the Swiss are hard to produce cheap things, if you really need a heavy machine gun, the MG 08 is still the best choice for your country's troops." Heinz added kindly: "The MG 08 is also known as the Maxim."

  This kid is quite honest, probably doesn't want this kind of thing to affect his relationship with Yang Feng.

  "I still hope I can use a water-cooled machine gun." Yang Feng shook his head and said, on the Great Wall in winter, it's not easy to get water.

  "If it's air-cooled, then there are only Lewis, Hirth and Brüning," said Heintz.

  What's the point of asking you? Yang Feng really didn't want to rely solely on Americans, and besides, he also wanted to establish a good cooperative relationship with Germans.

  Forget it, the 29th Army has machine guns, that's good enough, no need to be picky about them.

  "If you don't mind using drum magazines, I can provide a batch of MG13 general-purpose machine guns. Although their range is not as good as the Japanese army's latest 92-style heavy machine gun, they can completely suppress it in terms of rate of fire. In fact, a range of four thousand meters has no significance for machine guns, and nobody will shoot at targets at this distance. Even three thousand meters has no significance, and a range of two thousand meters is already sufficient." Heinz said.

  Yang Feng quite agrees with this, the MG42's range is probably very short, but its terrifying rate of fire makes it crush all opponents.

  "Alright, then it's the MG13, but you can get a discount on the price. You should know that the exclusive sales rights for Europe are not just wanted by Germans, the British and French are also waiting. I'd rather make some personal sacrifices and didn't look for them, simply because of my personal feelings towards your country." Yang Feng said with a sincere face.

  "Mr. Yang, you can rest assured on this point, Germans would never cheat their friends, and I won't make a single penny from you in the arms business." Heinz was equally sincere.

  Yang Feng didn't care about this, if he quoted a high price, no big deal, just don't look for him next time. Anyway, Yang Feng's exclusive sales contract had a term of half a year, and Pfizer was the same.

  The machine gun issue has been resolved, so what's left is the artillery. This is indeed a problem because the Germans don't have a suitable mortar here either. In fact, the best mortar now is the French Brandt, and later mortars from countries like the US, Japan, and Germany were all developed from the Brandt.