Chapter 25: The Stirrings of an Arms Dealer! Fifth Update!

  Since the matter has passed, Fu Hong has also returned safely, although she was frightened and slapped by a masked person. Fortunately, her body is intact and there are no damaged parts anywhere.

  A group of people chatted and laughed for a while, temporarily throwing all the unpleasantness far away. However, Fu Hong was still preoccupied, speaking with some distraction as she kept glancing over at Du Haisheng. When others asked her questions, her responses were also incoherent. Zhao Tianming saw that this girl's attention was focused on that young man, and her mind was not here, so he awkwardly had Zhao Wei bring Fu Hong to rest for a while.

  Then he ordered Zhang Ma to stew a black chicken, and warned that only Hong could drink it. Zhao Wei'er couldn't even touch the chicken soup, and the little girl kept saying that her father was biased and wanted to break off relations.

  The atmosphere in the field was harmonious and joyful, as if Du Haisheng's injury had been forgotten.

  He also felt the warmth of home for the first time, with laughter and conversation, filled with care for each other, making him feel a warmth in his heart, thinking that this was his own home, and the people in front of him were his family.

  He doesn't care about his own future, relying on his ability and understanding of history to grasp it. As long as he doesn't make a big mistake and finds the right direction, wanting to dominate Shanghai is not a joke at all.

  As Japan's imperial ambitions become increasingly evident, the formation of the German-Italian-Japanese Empire Alliance will plunge China and even the whole world into an even more precarious situation, and a full-scale outbreak of war is only a matter of time.

  The Americans are all making a fortune through aggression and war, especially after Little Bush became president. The wars in Yugoslavia, Afghanistan, and Iraq have made the American arms dealers rich beyond their wildest dreams. I'd rather be a carefree arms smuggler, haha! Not only can I take care of myself, but with the connections I've established, I can also do many things for my country.

  After the Battle of Shanghai, the KMT and CPC once again put aside their differences and launched an all-out war of resistance against Japan.

  At that time, the Japanese planes, cannons and heavy machine guns would play a powerful role, while the millet plus rifles used by Chinese soldiers were destined to exchange bloody victories with human heads. In the face of the enemy's strong firepower, their own small rifles were like toys. If it weren't for guerrilla tactics and the joint resistance of national army patriotic generals, the final outcome of the war would be difficult to predict.

  The Nationalist Party is still using German-made weapons, and when the German-Italian-Japanese alliance was formed, the National Army could only rely on American weapons to counter the Japanese army.

  Although the Americans appear to support the Nationalist Army on the surface, declaring unconditional supply of weapons and US dollars, there are many unknown conditions that even Chiang Kai-shek may not be able to explain. The Americans will not be foolish enough to provide the most advanced weapons to the Chiang government, but instead will transport outdated weapons over. Currently, the lethality of American and Japanese weapons is comparable, and from some aspects, Japan's weapons have many superior performances compared to America. This is also one of the reasons why the Nationalist Army lost important strategic cities such as Shanghai, Nanjing, and Beiping at the beginning of the war against Japan.

  He was a military enthusiast before his rebirth, enjoying reading military magazines, especially researching weapons to the point of madness. He had even used scrap metal and junk iron to manufacture a knockoff version of the 95 sniper rifle, which, apart from its aiming device and high-tech equipment, had a lethality that was in no way inferior to the real thing.

  It was precisely on this basis that his family decided to send him to the army for training, but unexpectedly a small stone changed his fate.

  As long as he is given enough manpower and space, he believes that he absolutely has the ability to produce weapons that completely surpass the current stage.

  Since you have such skills, why don't you make good use of them?

  Maybe one day he'll become the world's largest arms smuggler

  This matter suddenly rose in Du Haisheng's mind, and it was only by being in a state of confusion that he found a faintly visible road to the future. This was just his initial idea, but implementing it would be extremely difficult. First and foremost, there were no people; not just in the 21st century, but in any era, talent was indispensable. Furthermore, there was also a lack of money; without funds, machines, steel, and bullets were all unavailable. His ideas were nothing more than empty talk!

  It seems that we still have to take it one step at a time, before the outbreak of all-out war, we must accumulate enough strength and capital for ourselves. Even if it means bloodying Shanghai Beach and eliminating all the gangs, confiscating their property would be a great pleasure. If not, we can also smuggle some weapons from the Americans. Buying low and selling high, although he's not good at business, he still knows how to play the stock market.

  With a clear goal in mind, his mood suddenly improved, and then fell again instantly.

  Zhao Wei'er led Fu Hong upstairs, and when she came to his side, she clearly warned him with a clenched jaw, meaning that the slap from Fu Hong would not be easily forgiven.

  Du Haisheng felt depressed and rubbed his face, "I'm doing a good deed, being a good person, even if I slapped him it was to protect her. What kind of thing is this that's being forced onto me?"

  Zhao Tianming was exhausted physically and mentally from being busy with the affairs of the association, and after seeing off Pei Hong who went upstairs accompanied by his daughter, he returned to his room to rest.

  Wu Guanjia went back to his own room to deal with some documents from the Zhao family, while Zhang Ma was busy sweeping the hall, which made Du Haisheng feel that this old woman had no sense of propriety.

  Wang Chong smiled at Du Haisheng who was frowning and said: "Brother, how about going out to talk for a bit?"

  Du Haisheng nodded and the two of them arrived at the Bund. Wang Chong stopped the car and they walked to the riverbank.

  The light rain has stopped at this time, and the sun is hiding behind the clouds, shyly revealing itself.

  A gentle breeze blew by, and they both felt the coolness brought by the river water splashing against their faces, an indescribable refreshment.

  Kid, you're quite something! You actually slapped Wei'er classmate and even made the arrogant and spoiled big sister not dare to scold you in public. You've got skills.

  Wang Chong broke the silence first, with a smile that was impossible to deny, and said teasingly.

  What did I hit? How didn't I know?

  Du Haisheng's face was innocent, looking at Wang Chong's naive and innocent questioning, hummed, what if it was Laozi who hit him? Laozi just wouldn't say it, hehe.

  If he hadn't seen this kid's tricks before, Wang Chong would have rushed up and beaten the guy in front of him to a pulp. Let you pretend, let you pretend.

  You don't know? Hehe, I'm afraid Wei Er and I already knew, you can fool Zhao Shu and Wu Guanjia, but you can't fool me and Wei Er. With your skills, in this Shanghai, if it weren't for a large-scale group fight, I think no one could hurt you, especially the handprint on that kid's face, five fingers all the way down to the bottom are very thin, I think this has something to do with your daily practice of flying knives.

  Wow, this kid can even discover this, it seems like he's really meticulous.

  Du Haisheng couldn't help but admire Wang Chong's eyes, as sharp as a hawk, not missing any details. However, he kept staring at the face of a big girl, which didn't seem too good either. As for the motive, they were all men, so he didn't say anything more.

  He just smiled and neither admitted nor denied it, making himself seem like a transcendent being.

  I don't know what purpose you hit that girl, and I don't care about these trivial matters. What I'm really interested in is how your arm is doing!

  Du Haisheng sneered and said: For someone who often uses a gun, I think you've already guessed what's going on.

  Yes, I guessed it, but what's your intention? Are you afraid of Uncle Zhao finding out or is there something else?

  Many are also afraid of Uncle Zhao knowing that I am not a person who likes to take lives and does not want others to know that my hands are stained with blood.

  Du Haisheng replied with an abnormally cold tone, he had originally thought of this rebirth as a relaxing and enjoyable trip, but the cruelty of reality made it impossible for him to stay out of it. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment that will inevitably follow.

  Is that it? How long are you planning to hide, Uncle Zhao has already said, after you recover from your injury, let you choose for yourself

  King Chong stopped talking at this point, and everyone understood that many things didn't need to be fully explained.

  Du Haisheng sneered and said, "Do I have a choice? Zhao Shu's words are very clear, he wants me to leave the Zhao family apartment. Why should I stay here with a guilty conscience?"

  That's what you get for being so arrogant. If you had shown your true strength, all the big and small gangs in Shanghai would have been fighting to recruit you. Why bother doing things this way?

  Wang Chong was somewhat angry, his tone of voice also very heavy. He couldn't see through the man in front of him, who had a body full of skills, but never wanted to show them off in public. Even today when he went out to rescue people, he wore a mask. What was the point of being so cautious and meticulous? It made Wang Chong feel puzzled and uneasy. As an assassin, he didn't like this feeling of not being able to see through or guess what the other person was thinking, it was frustrating.

  Do you still remember the promise you and Wei Er made to me that night? I will not tell anyone about my martial arts skills, no matter how close they are to me. Even if I die, I won't say a single word.

  Du Haisheng didn't mind his words at all, but instead gazed deeply at the rolling Yangtze River with a thoughtful expression. He didn't even turn his head to look at Wang Chong while speaking.

  Why can't you tell me what's going on?

  Wang Chong suddenly became furious, his eyes bulging as he grabbed Du Haisheng's collar and asked in a menacing tone.

  Du Haisheng smiled calmly, raised his middle finger, and just touched it to Wang Chong's arm. Wang Chong suddenly felt a numbness in his body, his heart was like a knife being twisted, and the hand that had grabbed Du Haisheng's collar involuntarily loosened its grip.

  Inch power, the most basic inch power actually has such power, if it wasn't for the man in front of him trying it out, he would never have believed that the long-lost art of breaking steel with an inch still had someone who could do it.

  The young man in front of him was someone he had already repeated the same question in his heart for who knows how many times, and all he felt was shock and utter reverence.

  Able to make a ruthless killer feel reverence, Du Haisheng is absolutely Wang Chong's number one man.

  No wonder, Shanghai is a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, every day is filled with bloody rain and death. Many people's abilities are not inferior to yours and mine, but in the end, they ended up dying miserably in a foreign land. In the end, it's because they were too high-profile, too showy, so much so that other people's eyes were pained by them. To open their eyes again, they would eliminate at all costs the thing that pained their eyes, no matter how great its ability was.

  Du Haisheng suddenly took a deep breath and abruptly punched out at the stone lion on the guardrail.

  The stone lion burst into pieces and rolled down along the protective embankment, falling into the surging river water, disappearing in an instant.