Chapter 824: Arms Dealer

'Puff!'

'Clatter...'

Some medicinal herbs fell to the ground. Scattering.

The girl hastily turned around. To pick up the medicinal herbs.

The sound also reached the backyard. A middle-aged man walked out.

'Mr. Shan?'

Zhang Yong greeted the other man.

Vaguely, he felt that the other man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Oh, I remember now. It was near Fengyuan Road.

To be precise, it was when he was standing next to the car door, waving a shotgun.

At that time, he put on an air of authority and looked menacing, scaring the ordinary people on both sides of the road into fleeing. But there were also people observing him in secret.

Mr. Xian was one of them. Zhang Yong happened to spot the other person at that time.

'Your Excellency...'

'Mr. Xian, you know who I am.'

'I'm Xian, and I'm blind...'

'I'm Zhang Yong.'

'Oh, it's you, Captain Zhang. I didn't know you were here. What's the matter?'

'There is a shipment of French arms in Zhenjiang. I want to help you broker the deal. Are you interested?'

'What is it?'

'Light weapons. Ammunition. And 50 13.2mm Hotchkiss machine guns.'

'What's the price?'

'Well, you'll have to negotiate that with the other side. I'm just the middleman.'

'Thank you.'

'I think you need it. You need it badly.'

'Not necessarily.'

'If one day, a large part of the coastal territory is occupied by the Japanese, and even Wuhan, Guangzhou, Kaifeng and other places are under Japanese control. Your southwestern corner will seem very important.'

'Team Leader Zhang is a bit alarmist.'

'Haha.'

Zhang Yong of course would not go into detail.

His purpose in coming today was to send a message to the other party.

As for the specific terms of the deal, that was the Yunnan Army's own business. The Yunnan King would consider it himself.

In fact, if his guess was correct, at this moment in time, the Yunnan Army was in dire need of weapons and ammunition. It was working hard to replenish its losses through various channels.

Why the rush?

Because Wang Jialie was in front.

Yunnan and Guizhou were next to each other, and how could the Yunnan Army not see what happened to Wang Jialie?

The sound of Chiang Kai-shek's wishful thinking was loud and clear, and everyone in Kunming could hear it.

If they didn't want to become the second Wang Jialie, they had to arm themselves desperately. They had to make Chiang Kai-shek dare not easily take action against them. Otherwise, the Yunnan army would definitely become the second Wang Jialie.

Although there weren't many weapons and ammunition in Zhenjiang, they could still equip one or two regiments. Even mosquito meat was meat.

'Tell me, Hachkess, 13.2 mm calibre?'

'Yes.'

'What's it for?'

'It can be used to fight the Japanese tanks.'

'Isn't it an anti-aircraft machine gun?'

'It can fire straight. It's more effective in straight fire. It can easily pierce the Japanese tanks.'

'Japanese tanks?'

'The kind the Japanese have, with machine guns but no cannon. But 7.92 mm bullets can't pierce them.'

'I see.'

Mr. Shen nodded thoughtfully.

He of course knew about the Heckler & Koch machine gun. The Yunnan army was equipped with French weapons.

But the normal Heckler & Koch machine gun is either 7.92 mm or 8 mm. The standard light weapon of the French army is also 8 mm.

The 13.2 mm Heckler & Koch machine gun is mainly used against aircraft.

No one has ever thought of using it against enemy tanks before. After Zhang Yong said this, it seemed like a window had been opened?

'Let's go,'

Zhang Yong waved his hand stylishly and turned to leave.

That was all the information he could provide. If he continued, he was afraid he would be accused of 'spreading heresy'.

He walked out the door and suddenly turned back.

That ethnic girl was indeed pretty. He came back to take a closer look.

By the way...

'Beauty, what's your name?'

'Aimo.'

'Goodbye.'

Zhang Yong walked away contentedly.

The girl was left staring blankly at him.

A little reluctant...

Huh? Why did he just leave?

No...

He quietly pinched the corner of her shirt.

Zhang Yong left Wan'an Street and looked for a phone. He called Liu Xi.

The Wusongkou Wharf was now his territory. If there was any cargo that needed to be unloaded there, he could just pick it up.

After a while, Liu Xi finally came to the phone.

'What kind of cargo?'

'Aspirin.'

'How much?'

'5,000 boxes.'

'The bill of lading.'

'You can come and collect it yourself. I'm busy.'

'Okay,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

He had a car, and it didn't take long to enter the concession.

The point was, he could enter the concession as if it were his own home. That was because he had a whole bunch of passes on him.

British. German. American. Italian. You name it.

No matter who is in charge of the concession, he can come and go freely. When Bob gets promoted, it will be even more convenient.

Set off.

Observing the map silently along the way.

Wandering around. Maybe there will be another gain. Isn't that the Uepping guy?

If they catch a few more Japanese noblemen, that would be awesome.

He has already thought it through. The Uepping family is worth at least 50,000 taels of silver.

Soon, another red dot enters the map. Zhang Yong immediately leads his men to approach quietly.

This red dot is not marked. It should be a newcomer.

Unexpectedly, this red dot is actually following someone else. To be precise, it is following a foreigner.

Huh?

A Japanese spy? Following a foreigner?

What is this strategy? Are they playing a high-level game too?

Interesting.

So they quietly watched, so as not to alert the prey.

The Japanese spy in charge of the tracking looked very ordinary. He was just a plain passer-by. No one would normally pay any attention to him.

But the foreigner being followed was pot-bellied and had a fair-skinned, beautiful white Russian girl in his arms. He walked uninhibitedly down the street, not even thinking that someone was following him. It was the white Russian girl in his arms who occasionally looked back quietly. As if she was sending information to the Japanese spy?

Ugh, it feels so complicated...

Never mind, just be an observer for now. Let's see what they're up to.

Soon after, another red dot appeared. This time it was marked. It was Wang Jichang.

The pot-bellied foreigner entered a café.

Soon after, Wang Jichang actually walked over.

Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.

Oh?

Wang Jichang? Meeting with a foreigner?

But why was the Japanese spy following him? Which side was the Japanese spy on?

Too lazy to think.

With his IQ, he couldn't figure it out anyway.

Wang Jichang also entered the café.

The map showed that the two red dots almost overlapped.

Clearly, the two men had something to discuss.

The Japanese spy hid in the corner, keeping an eye on the café.

In the middle, he went to make a phone call. Obviously reporting relevant information.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yong decided to act.

Disguise.

Dress up as a naval donkey.

Yoshi. From now on, he is the naval donkey's English flower road!

Ready.

Approach.

Arrest the person.

Before the Japanese spy could react, he was caught.

Zhang Yong slapped him.

A heavy slap on the face.

'Baka!'

'What are you doing!'

He didn't speak Japanese.

If he did, he would have been discovered.

The Japanese spy was stunned and didn't react for a while.

After a while, he realised that he seemed to have been exposed?

Oh...

Was he exposed?

But wait!

Why was the other person speaking so strangely?

'What do you army idiots want? Why are you following us navy guys?' Zhang Yong continued to yell in a low voice.

The main idea was to muddle through. To confuse the other person.

Would it work?

He wasn't sure.

But it didn't hurt to try.

'Hagya!'

He added a final exclamatory particle.

It was probably the most standard Japanese he had learned.

'I, I wasn't following...'

The Japanese spy suddenly became anxious.

He really thought the other person was a member of the Japanese navy. That would be the end.

If he was caught by the Chinese, he might stand a chance of survival. But falling into the hands of the Japanese navy was truly tragic.

'Baka!'

'Pat!'

'Pat!'

Zhang Yong cursed and slapped him.

The devils in TV movies are all like this. They like to slap people.

The old movies are the same. I think it's right.

Sure enough, the Japanese spy was in a daze after being slapped by him. His thinking was seriously impaired.

All he could think about was what should I do if I'm caught by the Navy donkey? What should I do? What should I do? He never even thought that the Navy donkey was fake.

'Are you going to talk?'

Zhang Yong drew out the trident.

The Japanese spy was even more terrified. He was convinced.

What kind of weapon is this? It's so strange. It seems that only the Navy donkey has a weapon like this.

Damn it...

I've actually been caught by the Navy donkey.

What's going on?

'I really wasn't spying...'

'Baka! We saw you. You were definitely spying!'

'I was spying on the Westerner...'

'Nonsense! Why were you spying on him?'

'He, he, he...'

The Japanese spy hesitated.

Then he felt the trident press against his throat.

The cold sensation instantly made him lose the ability to resist. The other party is a Navy idiot, baka...

'He, they are planning a rebellion in Jinling...'

'What rebellion?'

'I, I don't know. He came to provide weapons and ammunition.'

'What is Wang Jichang doing here?'

'He is here to receive weapons and ammunition on behalf of the Wang family.'

'Where are the weapons and ammunition?'

'Offshore. On the ship. Once an agreement has been reached, they can come ashore.'

'What is the name of the Westerner?'

'G, Graham...'

'What country is he from?'

'I, I don't know, really...'

'You don't know?'

Zhang Yong frowned inwardly.

No one actually knew Graham's nationality?

Then who was this guy representing when he negotiated with Wang Jichang? Was he the mastermind behind the scenes, or a white glove?

'He, he's an arms dealer...'

'Oh?'

'Or a war profiteer...'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

Is there really such a profession? A king of war?

Arms trafficking?

Stoking civil unrest in other countries?

Well, there have always been two models in the international arms trade.

The first is the formal one. The aboveboard one.

The second is the informal one. The sneaky one. The one that can't be seen in the light of day.

Although the first is the mainstream, it is often the second that is more active in the dark.

It's like bank loans in later generations. You can't get them through formal channels. You can only go through other channels. The arms trade is the same.

Some countries are restricted by various treaties or are concerned about their image, so they cannot openly sell arms.

But if they sell arms secretly, that's none of my business.

In fact, in addition to the first channel, many countries are quietly developing a second market. That is, the second channel.

As long as it makes a profit, who cares? Find a middleman, agent, or something. As long as you don't personally appear, no one can say anything even if they know the inside story.

What? A mushroom-shaped Chinese manual in the middle of a desert? What's so strange about that?

There are even large quantities of weapons and ammunition growing in the forests of northern China!

The world is truly amazing...

'Are you one of His Excellency Yongren's men?'

'I...'

'Go away!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He made a gesture of respect to Yongren.

It was good to cause the Japanese navy some trouble. Anything that made the Japanese uncomfortable was fine.

Whether it has an effect is another matter. What if it does?

The Japanese spy left in a hurry as if he had been granted amnesty. Then he reported to his superiors.

Fortunately, he encountered some clueless navy officers. He didn't kill himself.

No, why didn't the navy officers kill him? Oh, it's because of His Imperial Highness Prince Yōhito of Chichibu.

So, these navy officers are trying to support His Imperial Highness?

Damn it! Are they trying to oppose Emperor Hirohito?

My head hurts. This is complicated...

Zhang Yong frowned in secret.

Jingling?

Riots?

Who planned it?

How was it carried out?

Was it related to the Wang family? Who was the mastermind behind it?

It seems that it wasn't the Japanese?