Chapter Sixty Banquet

  "This, this can I first go back and experience it before making a decision?" Richard said with a dry mouth.

  "Of course, I'll also give a box to Ambassador Jansen. Here, we not only have threaded ones but also these granular ones. Ah, this is still the fruit flavor. To be honest, I've tried this stuff before and it's truly an indescribable feeling!" Yang Feng said with a lewd smile on his face, completely unlike the worried expression he had just a moment ago.

  To be honest, exchanging military supplies with Richard and then reselling them to the army is still a bit of a loss, far less profitable than directly trading medicine for gold. But making money isn't everything, after all. The cost of sulfonamide is so low it's outrageous, no matter how you play it, you can guarantee yourself a profit of over a hundred times. So why not pretend to be a patriot?

  Moreover, in the long run, the return on this investment is also very high.

  Soon after seeing off Richard, Yang Feng received an invitation from He Yingqin. Chairman He, under the pretext of newly arriving in Beiping, hosted a banquet for the celebrities of Beiping's industrial and commercial circles to thank them for their support during the Great Wall War. At this time, Yang Feng, who had fully met this standard, was naturally also invited.

  That night, Liu Haining, who also received the invitation, arrived at Xiaohong Building with a suit early. The old man's bicycle business has been booming recently, and his quality is excellent, plus the price is fair, basically driving out the Japanese goods that originally occupied the low-end market in Beiping. Now he is ambitious to expand abroad. If the Japanese occupy Beiping, his good days will basically come to an end, so he cares more about the war situation than Yang Feng.

  "Alas, if only all of them were like the 29th Army, we businessmen could also have a few days of easy life." He sighed and said that the Northeastern Army's most elite He Zhuanguo unit was still performing poorly on the Luan Dong front line, far inferior to the two units fighting side by side with them, Shang Zhen and Pang Bingxun. Of course, this also had something to do with Zhang Xiaotouzi's downfall. The Northeastern Army, which had been beaten by the Japanese until they were disheartened, was now even more panicked.

  "Let's not bother with those useless people, it's better to focus on Muleng than the Luan Dong battle. The Japanese have even pulled the puppet army up to the Great Wall line, and Rehe is basically empty now. Xiao Zhenyan told me yesterday that the 29th Army wants to launch a counterattack at Xifengkou, and also wants me to help persuade Sun Dianying to cooperate with them from Muleng back to Rehe. My idea is that we in the Beiping business community might as well support him together. You know that Sun Dianying and Feng Zhanhai's group have some inferiority complex due to their background, if we give them a boost, who knows, they might be able to do something unexpected again."

  "This is easy, no need to say more. I can easily raise tens of millions of dollars by making a few connections. When the Japanese invaded Beiping, except for traitors, no one else would have a good ending. Everyone understands this!" Liu Haining said.

  "That's okay, I'll find someone to get some military supplies, and then you can contact some gentry and celebrities, we'll form a labor army team together to go to Duolun." Yang Feng nodded and said, the mortars Sun Dianying wanted were almost ready, just in time to send a truckload over.

  Look at the time, it's about right, the three of them went out together in Liu Haining's Mercedes to Zhongnanhai. Xiner sat in the back seat, usually very ladylike, and Yang Feng kept turning his head to smile.

  "What are you laughing at?" The little girl glared at him in a very unladylike manner.

  "Yang Xian's nephew doesn't mind, I only have this one maid by my side, and she's been spoiled to the point of being unrecognizable." Liu Haining said with a smile, seeming to enjoy this atmosphere.

  "What is Yunfeng brother doing in the United States now?" Yang Feng asked, referring to Xiner's older brother.

  "What else can he do? This unfilial son is only capable of loafing around." Liu Haining gets angry whenever she mentions her son.

  "It's not like that, big brother is learning to fly a plane in America!" Xinxin said softly.

  "If he comes back, I'll buy him a plane and let him fly it however he wants!" Liu Haining said.

  The little heart spat out its tongue and stopped talking.

  "Young people all like freedom, so just let him go. It's just that I'll have more things to do in the US later on, and it's good to have Yunfeng brother there to take care of things." Yang Feng said with a smile, if we really are going to cooperate with Rui, then someone will indeed be needed in the US.

  He Yingqin had invited a large number of people this time, and the banquet hall in Rénrì Táng was crowded with people, one by one, dressed in bright clothes, scholars and celebrities clinking glasses and laughing, not seeing any panic at all.

  Liu Haining brought Yang Feng and Xiner, introducing him to everyone he knew, seemingly showing off his son-in-law. Yang Feng's reputation in Beiping was already quite loud, many businessmen had long wanted to get acquainted with him, but he was always running around, having a bit of an elusive air about him. Now that the real person appeared, he was naturally very welcome, and soon there were not a few people gathered around.

  "Yang brothers, it seems that you are quite popular!" Xiao Zhenying said with a smile, holding up his wine cup.

  "It's all about money, isn't it? The world is full of people seeking profit, and everyone is rushing to get rich. Between people, it's all just a matter of self-interest. Just like when you were defeated by Nanjing back then, wasn't it because you didn't have enough money? For decades, old brothers couldn't resist the temptation of the ocean. To be honest, did Han Fuju and Shi Yousan want to follow Old Marshal Feng or Chiang Kaishek? One was an old friend of many years, the other a complete stranger they had never met before. Even a fool would know who they'd rather follow. But if you can't come up with the money, then there's no way. No matter how deep your feelings are, you can't just stupidly gather together and starve, can you?"

  Yang Feng didn't dare say that during the Central Plains War, Song Zheyuan also received several hundred million yuan from Chiang Kai-shek.

  "Money, in this regard, I'm afraid no one can compare with Old Chiang. Jiangsu and Zhejiang have been the core of China's economy for hundreds of years, and the north can't match it no matter what." Xiao Zhendong said somewhat bitterly.

  "This statement is not correct. Jiangnan's prosperity is undeniable, but what does modern economy play with? It plays with industry and new technology. In this regard, there isn't a huge gap between the north and south. The south has an advantage in foundation, but the north also has its own strengths. Look at Yan Xishan, look at Zhang Zuolin, which one of them didn't achieve great success?"

  Take a look at your Northwestern Army, one hammer in the east and one stick in the west. Have you ever managed the economy? Every day, you just think about grabbing territory, but you don't know how to build it up. The more land you have, the more burdensome it is. You can't support the people, so they will rebel against you. At that time, there's no need for outsiders; you'll collapse on your own.

  In the end, there was not even a place to fall back on, yet they still lost. Old Chiang had no choice but to hand over Guangxi to Li Bai and Shanxi to Yan Laixi. Why? Because they built their own strongholds well, and the common people liked them. When others went, the common people would first disagree. Look at your old commander Feng, after failing, he could only flee to Mount Tai to farm, earning a salary of 200 yuan per month.