Chapter 26 The Japanese

  "Mr. Yang, actually if you really need a mortar, your country's Jinling Machinery Factory has a pretty good model called the Republic of China Year 20 Type 82mm Mortar, which is based on the Brandt M1930 81mm mortar." Heinz reminded Yang Feng.

  "Domestically!" Yang Feng hesitated, he didn't trust the quality of domestic weapons, and the other party might not sell them anyway. After all, Chiang Guangtou had always been on guard against the 29th Army, and arming them would be a foolish thing to do.

  "Mr. Yang, if you need me to, I can substitute for you and make the purchase myself. I think they won't refuse my face." Heinz said considerately from the side, apparently very familiar with China.

  "In that case, thank you for your trouble!" Yang Feng said with a bow.

  Leaving Shen Chang Yang Hang, Yang Feng returned to the small red building and lay down on the sofa, feeling quite tired. Just as he closed his eyes to take a nap, Li Mingde rushed into the office.

  "Mr. Yang, Ito has come again!"

  "This is terrible! Why won't this guy leave me alone!" Yang Feng rubbed his face and stood up, grumbling.

  "This is going to be a battle soon, the Japanese Kwantung Army must be urging him from behind, and with sulfonamides they have to die less!" Li Mingde said coldly.

  "Ma Bi turned back and I'll prepare some tricks for them. Alright, call him in!" Yang Feng said with a gloomy face.

  "Ah, Mr. Ito, I'm terribly sorry, my brother has been quite busy these days and couldn't visit your place, it's really impolite." When Ito walked into the office, Yang Feng immediately put on a brilliant smile.

  "Mr. Yang, you're too kind, it should be me who comes to visit you!" said Ito, with a hint of grey in his hair, bowing deeply.

  "It's nothing, it's nothing, please come in and sit down. I'll get the tea, that good tea I brought back!" Yang Feng's enthusiasm left Ito somewhat perplexed, and as he exchanged pleasantries with Yang, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

  "Ito-san, I don't know if there's anything we can help you with?" Yang Feng asked as they sipped their tea.

  "Sulfanilamide, Mr. Yang, countless elderly and children in my country are suffering from illness and urgently need your sulfanilamide." Ito decided to be straightforward.

  "Goodness gracious, this is really gone!" Yang Feng said with a troubled face.

  "Is that all?" Ito was taken aback.

  "Yes, you're a step too late. I've already sold all the sulfonamides in my hands to Pfizer of the United States and Bayer of Germany."

  "Is it all gone?" Ito's face changed greatly.

  "Not at all!" Yang Feng replied with a full of apology.

  "When is the next batch arriving?" Ito asked in a dry tone.

  "This is hard to say, but actually we have not found a way for mass production, so the current output is very low. And now there are already orders that will be fulfilled in two years." As he spoke, Yang Feng stood up and took out a stack of orders from his desk, about 10 cm thick, and handed it to Ito.

  "If you're in a hurry, I suggest you go ask Hui Rui and Shen Chang if they'd be willing to transfer some to you." Yang Feng reminded kindly, looking at Ito's pale face.

  In the exclusive distribution contracts of Hui Rui and Shen Chang, there is an additional clause that prohibits them from selling to any country outside their respective distribution areas. If they do so, Yang Feng will never supply goods to them again. This clause needs to be kept confidential.

  Ito also knew that he would not get a good result in these two houses, Yang Feng had already sold it for one or two gold coins per bottle, and in the hands of these two houses, it would be worth at least two gold coins per bottle. This was unacceptable to the military, how could they compensate for the death of a soldier with just a few consolation coins?

  "Mr. Yang, please, think of a way!" Ito said with a bow and a pleading face as he stood up.

  "Oh no, Ito-kun, don't be like that!" Yang Feng suppressed his laughter and stood up with a frightened face, hesitating for a moment before going forward to help him up.

  "Alright! Ito-san, I'm really out of sulfonamide, but there's another medicine we can work with." He said after a moment of contemplation.

  "What medicine?" Ito was taken aback, because Yang Feng had a "No Japanese or dogs allowed" sign here, so he didn't know about Wan Aiko.

  Yang Feng smiled and handed him an introduction letter.

  "What's this?" Ito's face changed as soon as he saw it.

  "Ito-san, what is the most painful thing for a man? It's when a beautiful and lively woman lies in front of him, but he can't do anything about it. There are various solutions to this problem, but they all have different side effects, some of which can even harm his body. I'm sure you're aware of this too." Yang said sincerely.

  Ito's eyes had a hint of bitterness, and it seemed that Yang Feng's words had touched the softest part deep within his heart.

  "But this is different, there's no harm at all, and the effect is extremely remarkable. Pfizer has already bought ten boxes from me, and Shen Chang has also purchased five boxes. Their orders can guarantee my honesty to you. Think about it, if you sell this in your country, those rich people will flock to it like bees!" Yang Feng continued to tempt.

  "What about the price?" Ito's mouth was dry and he swallowed his saliva, he knew that if he couldn't get the sulfonamide back, he would definitely be punished by his superiors. But from the copper plate at the entrance of Yang Feng's house that read "Japanese and dogs are not allowed to enter", he knew that the possibility of buying sulfonamide from him was extremely low. However, if he could get his hands on it, he estimated that it would also be able to appease his superiors' anger.

  "Five dollars per piece, everyone is at this price." said Yang Feng.

  Ito took a deep breath of cold air.

  "Ito-san, this is a luxury item, so it has a luxury price. Of course, you can also exchange goods for it."

  "What goods?" Ito's eyes lit up.

  "Your country is now in control of the Northeast, Mitsui is Japan's largest financial group, I suppose your company also has a lot of business there. If you can provide ginseng, we can trade with each other, and the price will be based on two-thirds of the current market price of ginseng. Of course, if you don't agree to this plan, then we can trade in military supplies, such as the grenade launchers produced by your country, which I quite like." Yang Feng said with a smile.

  Ito fell silent.

  To be honest, Ren Can doesn't care about others, Sanji is a wholesaler of ginseng himself, and the ginseng they purchased in Northeast China is basically half-bought and half-looted at a very low cost. Even if it's sold at two-thirds of the market price, he still makes a profit. As for ammunition, don't even think about it, Yang Feng wants ammunition not to play with firecrackers, but to resell to the Chinese army. He can hardly imagine how miserable his own ending will be when the grenade launcher hits the top of the Kwantung Army.

  But Yang Feng's words made him aware of something, Yang Feng let himself exchange for military supplies, so would he also let the Americans and Germans do the same? Then who would he sell these military supplies to?