Chapter Thirty-One: The Unscrupulous Merchant

  After sending off Zhang Zizhong and others, Yang Feng drove the boat downstream back to Dagukou, waited until nightfall, quietly docked, and then transformed into a cargo ship, carrying the remaining goods overnight to Beiping.

  When he arrived in Beiping it was almost midnight, and this guy directly called Richard.

  "Who the hell is this? You'd better have a damn good reason for kicking me out of bed!" Richard's angry bellow came through the phone, clearly having been disturbed from a pleasant interlude.

  "Mr. Richard, the goods you wanted have arrived. Are you interested in coming to receive them?" Yang Feng said.

  "Yang, Mr. Yang, heavens! You've finally returned! Where are you now? I'll be right there!" Richard immediately changed his tone and said eagerly.

  Half an hour later, he appeared in the small red building with Heinz, who had also received a phone call.

  "What you two want is all here, but where's what I want?" Yang Feng opened the trunk and said to the two.

  Looking at the neatly stacked sulfonamides over there, Richard's eyes widened.

  "Mr. Yang, the submachine gun, pistol and bullets are all in the warehouse at the train station, you can go get them anytime." Richard said with a smile.

  "Alright, let's go to the station together. If everything checks out, you can get half of the medicine you ordered. The rest will be given to you after the machine guns arrive. As for Mr. Heinz, where are your weapons?" Yang Feng turned his gaze towards Heinz.

  "I'm really sorry, Mr. Yang, the machine guns you need also have to be transported from Germany, so it will take a little more time. However, the mortars and shells purchased from Jinling Factory have arrived, also stored in the warehouse of Chan-Chen-Hong at the train station, a total of 20 mortars and 2,000 rounds of ammunition." Heinz said.

  "Alright, you can have half now. Let's go to the train station." Yang Feng immediately got on the train, and under their leadership, they arrived at the North Ping Train Station, where Zhang Zizhong had been waiting for him all along.

  "Zhang, take your men and follow them to move the goods!" Yang Feng said, pointing at Richard and the two of them to Zhang Zizhong.

  When those gate-to-gate mortars and box after box of Thompson submachine guns appeared before their eyes, not to mention the ordinary soldiers, even Zhang Zizhong was stunned.

  "Yang brothers, is all this for us?" he asked in a somewhat disbelieving tone.

  Poor thing, after all, is a superior officer, a majestic major general, yet was shocked to this extent by merely twenty mortars and three hundred rifles, two hundred pistols. This shows how desperate these wretched devils have become.

  "It's all yours, as for how much Song Junlong will give you, I don't know, but rest assured, this is just the first batch. There's another batch of heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns, and also 75mm infantry guns that will arrive in a few days. As for mortars, I'm not sure how many there are either." Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder and said.

  Just thinking about the one hundred tons of seamless high-pressure alloy steel pipes he had ordered from Sumitomo Metal, Yang Feng couldn't help but shudder with a kind of lofty excitement.

  It wasn't until midnight that Yang Feng finally finished dealing with everything. He had already moved out of the Yang's house and into his own place, after all. If he continued to live at the Yang's, it would be easy for people to suspect that he was up to something.

  He now lives on the third floor of the small red building, went back to sleep for a while and slept until noon the next day, got up and made some breakfast by himself, finished eating and hummed a song as he went downstairs.

  "Old Li, is there anything going on these days?" he asked Li Mingde, who had already arrived at work early.

  "Mr. Richard and Heinz have come to see you several times, also Mr. Rice of the Yihe Company, and people from several French, Italian, and Swiss companies have also come, and Ito has been here once too." said Li Mingde.

  "If Yee Tsoy and his people come again, just tell them that the sales rights for the first phase in Europe have been given to Tsz Shan & Co., if they want to look for Germans, or wait another half year, after half a year, the sales rights of the second phase will be re-tendered. As for the Japanese, don't bother with them." said Yang Fung.

  As they spoke, the two of them arrived at the sales hall on the first floor. Although the popularity of down jackets and small folding heaters had decreased somewhat, the place was still crowded with customers. Not only were these two items selling well, but also old Shanghai mechanical watches and plush toys were extremely popular. Now, not only locals came to buy, but many people from outside came to visit, with some customers coming from as far away as Nanjing.

  Among the women lingering in down jackets, Yang Feng discovered a familiar figure, Helen, wearing black jeans and a yellow short down jacket, standing in front of the fitting mirror admiring herself.

  "Hey, beautiful! Need any help?" Yang Feng leaned over with a sly grin.

  Helen gave him a cold glance and spat out a word that hurt Yang Feng deeply: "Scoundrel!"

  "Miss Helen, is this the image you have of me? Didn't I bring these beautiful clothes, life-saving medicines and lovely toys to this city? Isn't that enough to show my kindness?"

  "Ugh, this is just too heartbreaking! My heart is going to break!" Yang Feng said in a sorrowful tone, imitating the male lead from Qiong Yao's drama.

  Helen shuddered involuntarily, a visible layer of goosebumps rising on her neck.

  "Selling life-saving medicine for twenty-two dollars a bottle, how many people can benefit from your kindness? Selling a piece of clothing for fifty dollars, how many people can enjoy the warmth you provide?" Helen said coldly.

  "Is there no one? At least now I see a lot, as for the medicine, you must understand the cost, sulfonamide can't be mass-produced industrially yet, and as for laboratory synthesis, you should know how expensive that is."

  However, I can assure you that this situation will not last for too long. Our Yanhuang laboratory is working on solving this problem. Although we don't know how much longer it will take, I believe it will be soon. To be honest, the fact that such a medicine cannot benefit all of humanity is also a very painful thing for me." Yang Feng said with a sorrowful expression.

  "Mr. Yang, is what you're saying true?" a clear voice sounded from behind him.

  Yang Feng turned around and immediately put on a big smile: "Xiao Jing, how did you get here? Don't you have class today?"

  "My sister asked for a leave of absence for me and took me shopping with her." Yang Jing said softly.

  Yang Feng only then discovered her cousin Gu Wenxiu standing beside her, and it was she who had just spoken.

  "Miss Gu, welcome! Xiao Wu said that today everything Miss Jing and you, as well as Helen bought is free!" Yang Feng said to the sales clerk beside him.