Chapter Sixteen: The Advanced Stage of the Rogue Scholar

  "Little brother has a way to get a batch of good quality winter military uniforms, and the price is absolutely cheap. The key is how much money can you guys take out?" Yang Feng said after a moment of contemplation.

  He thought of the quilted cotton-padded jacket in the military supplies store.

  "How much does a set cost?" Tong Lin Ge immediately became spirited, he knew that Yang Feng wouldn't come to drink with him for no reason, now the fox's tail had finally been revealed.

  "Let me calculate!" Yang Feng started calculating in his mind. A down jacket, even a good quality one, would cost around 100 to 200 yuan. Then add a pair of military boots, over 100 yuan, and the total would be around 400 yuan. Add a set of thermal underwear, the cheap kind sold in supermarkets for 50 yuan, and a set of cheap camouflage clothing.

  Add some cotton pants, a cotton jacket, and those suspiciously composed cotton clothes from the street stalls, then add a hat, socks, gloves, and it's all just over 400 points. Of course, buying in bulk like this is much cheaper, but still not bad, three big oceans! Besides, one can't just work hard for nothing.

  "Five big oceans!" Yang Feng said with five open claws.

  Tong Lin Ge revealed a hint of profound and mysterious smile, but immediately afterwards, the smile solidified.

  "A single layer of clothing, a single layer of cotton-padded clothing, one piece of thick cotton-padded clothing, a set of warm clothing, a pair of leather boots, and a cotton hat. As for socks and gloves, consider them gifts from your brother!" Yang Feng counted on his fingers. Tong Lin Ge and the others were so shocked that their jaws almost hit the table.

  They thought Yang Feng was just wearing a cotton military uniform!

  "What's with the look? To be honest, if it were a small amount, I'd consider it brotherly kindness. I still have great admiration for our Northwestern Army and get along well with everyone, but if it's tens of thousands of sets, that's really beyond my ability." Yang Feng said with a helpless expression, looking at the crowd's reaction.

  Tong Lin Ge finally came back to his senses, with a bitter smile on his face: "Five taels of silver for so many things, to be honest I didn't even dare think about it. I originally thought that Brother Yang was here to swindle us out of our money, but unexpectedly he really is here to help us. Here's to you, brother!" After finishing speaking, Tong Lin Ge stood up and poured a cup of wine for Yang Feng with both hands.

  Yang Feng hastily stood up and took it with both hands, then Tong Lin Ge raised his own wine cup, and the two drank to the bottom.

  "What a pity! At this price, we can't afford it either!" Tong Lin Ge said with a bitter smile as he sat down.

  "How many people are left in your department now?" Yang Feng asked, the remnants of the Northwest Army originally had a total of 600,000 to 700,000 people, but Chiang Kai-shek only gave an army organization, and after two years of turmoil, there shouldn't be that many.

  "The entire army has three divisions and five brigades, totaling 30,000 people," said Tong Lin Ge.

  "Can't even take out 150,000 yuan?" Yang Feng said in surprise, there are at least 300,000 yuan in the car now.

  "A bunch of poor devils!" He scorned them deeply in his heart.

  Tong Lin Ge smiled wryly and nodded slightly.

  Oh dear, this is getting tricky. Although it's a small investment, but if we're talking about over 10 million, then it's not worth it.

  "How much can you take out?" Yang Feng asked ruthlessly.

  "Two, twenty thousand!" Tong Lin Ge spoke while not daring to look at Yang Feng anymore.

  "Or shall we start with five thousand?" a nearby officer whispered.

  "For whom?" Tong Lin Ge glared at him, and he hastily shrank back.

  Who can 5,000 people be given to? It's not good for anyone! A whole family is newly dressed, others look at it, and they will fight. Now the most important thing for the Northwestern Army is unity, and only a donkey kick in the head would make someone do this!

  "There's no ocean, is there anything else of value?" Yang Feng asked somewhat hopelessly.

  "Want an antique?" Tong Lin Ge's eyes lit up and he hastily asked.

  "What kind of antique?" Yang Feng asked. These poor devils can still bring out what good things, looking at their difficulties, even if they are true, they won't be left until now.

  "Dongling's, when Feng Lao Shuai was around, Sun Dianying followed us Northwestern Army and gave us these generals not a few Dongling things. Although they sold some in the past two years, each person still has several pieces in their hands. I'll go back and talk to them, and I estimate they can take them out," said Tong Lin Ge.

  Yang Feng's spirits lifted as soon as he heard, Dowager Empress Cixi's burial objects! These chaotic ancient artifacts aren't worth much money, but taking them back would be a different story, getting one item right would cover the costs.

  "These days, antiques are worthless, and if you're not careful, they'll end up being a burden on your hands." However, on the surface, he still looked troubled. Just as Tong Lin's face turned gloomy, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said: "Forget it! I'm willing to take the risk for my brothers, even if it means taking this gamble for all of you!"

  Then everything went well, the two agreed that Yang Feng would go back to prepare samples, Tong Lin Ge would go back to prepare antiques and dollars, after Yang Feng prepared the samples, Tong Lin Ge came to pick him up, and then they went to Zhangjiakou together to see the antiques.

  As soon as Tong Linge left the Beijing Hotel, he immediately sent a telegram to Song Zheyuan in Zhangjiakou. Song Zheyuan was naturally delighted when he heard the news - where could you find such a good thing? The antiques they had were not worth much money; over the past twenty years, the old Qing dynasty remnants in Beijing had sold too many of them, driving down the price to its limit. Furthermore, with constant war, who still had an interest in collecting things? Even if there were some, the vast majority were those foreigners with ulterior motives, especially the Japanese, who had taken away countless national treasures at dirt-cheap prices.

  Just thinking about it, Yang Feng felt that he had become much greater, as for these national treasures being brought to the modern era and exchanging them for things that might be several or even dozens of times more than what he provided to the Northwestern Army, then it didn't need to be taken into account, just a small matter.

  However, he still faces many problems. First of all, the 30,000 sets of military uniforms cannot be pulled out at once. The shuttle can continue to grow in size, but the problem is that even if you become a flatbed truck for transporting rockets, you can't drive into Beiping City with dignity!

  It's still understandable to have a large cargo, although the current automotive technology is still backward. Such a large truck does exist in Europe and America, but if it were to be made even larger, it would easily attract attention. If a super-large flatbed truck were to really appear, it would be simply shocking.

  In that case, it can only be transported in batches. In this way, a warehouse is needed in Beiping, and a group of workers need to be hired, and someone trustworthy needs to be found to manage it for oneself.

  "Great, start a company!" Yang Feng made the decision quickly. As business got bigger and bigger, it was definitely not possible for him to run errands alone anymore. Isn't the advanced stage of being a trader just a trading company?

  Starting a company, renting an office, having a female secretary, when there's work the secretary does it, when there's no work the secretary is idle, this is the greatest pleasure in life, Yang Feng thought to himself with great relish.