Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 275 Travel Expenses
Subtitle of this chapter: Bullets should be exchanged for silver bullets
The Chinese had already spoken, so what else could the Germans say? They could only nod.
Our Master Yuan clenched his right fist and knocked his left palm, saying cheerfully: "Then things are simple. As long as we get money for His Majesty, why should we worry about the restoration of the Hohenzollern Dynasty?"
He pointed at the Americans and Japanese and asked, "Yuri, Mr. Yamamoto, is this what you think?"
The Chinese had all the words spoken, so what else could the Americans and Japanese say? They could only nod their heads.
"Well, since everyone says so, the next thing is how to make money..." Yuan Yan suddenly fell into deep thought.
Lord Justice couldn't help it any longer. He coughed and said, "I think there is a business opportunity right now."
Master Yuan asked in surprise: "Oh, Yuri. What business are you talking about?"
Yamamoto Isoroku, who was standing by, thought that everyone's time was very precious, so he blurted out, "Arms!"
Julian looked at him strangely, wondering if this Japanese man was also a stooge. However, Lord Justice nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, it is munitions."
Although Mr. Stauffenberg was young, he was not stupid. At this time he finally understood that the Romance of the Three Kingdoms...well, the Allied Forces wanted to drag him into the arms business.
Of course he knew that German weapons were indeed cheap now, cheaper than bread of the same weight. After all, guns and bullets cannot be eaten.
As for money, who doesn't need it? Especially in Germany where prices are soaring and everything is expensive. If you don't have some hard currency, you can't sleep well. Because when you get up tomorrow morning, the money that could have bought a chicken yesterday can only buy an egg.
One of the main reasons why Jews are hated is that there are too many Jews doing business in Central Europe. Imagine a German employee took his newly received salary to a grocery store owned by a Jew, but found that he couldn't even afford the bag of sugar his wife asked him to buy. He had to go home and take his grandfather's saber and his grandmother's silverware to a Jewish pawnshop to pawn them at a very low price to buy sugar. Finally, when he passed by a luxurious restaurant with the bag of sugar, he saw a group of Jewish doctors, lawyers and bankers eating and drinking delicious food inside.
It's like... Anyway, anyone who goes through this kind of situation would want to make the Jews into soap.
The Germans had already accepted this in their hearts, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Where are you going to sell the arms?"
The other three looked at each other and said in unison: "CHINA!"
Because the arms embargo was imposed on China only last year, the United States and Japan are now very strict, only the chaotic Germany is almost ignored. Taking advantage of this opportunity to buy second-hand arms from Germany, you can really get the price of scrap steel, which is really a great profit.
"I understand. But..." Mr. Stauffenberg said hesitantly, "But according to the Treaty of Versailles, we in Germany are not allowed to manufacture weapons, nor are we allowed to import or export weapons. If we are discovered, it would be illegal."
Mr. Chandler said comfortingly, "Mr. Stauffenberg, please don't worry. You know I have a trading company and I'm planning to go to Europe to buy scrap steel. You just need to help me organize the transportation of the goods to the port, and our company will take over the rest."
The German nodded and said, "I understand. I will go back and discuss it with Count Scharnhorst..."
"Mr. Stauffenberg, why bother the Count with such a small matter?" Yuan Yan interrupted him, "Our principle is to enter the village quietly without firing a gun..."
He paused and continued, "I think it would be easy to get a thousand or eight hundred pieces of 'scrap steel' with your connections. Why drag him and His Majesty into this business that could affect their reputation?"
His father was a senior officer in the German Army's logistics department, and his mother's relatives had strong connections in the army. 1,800 yuan was too little. Yuan Yan had been struggling for a long time, and it would be meaningless if he didn't get a six-digit number.
At this point, Lord Fool winked at Lord Justice, who understood and took out two small pieces of paper from his suit pocket, handing one to the German and the other to the Japanese.
The two of them took it and saw that it was a check for one thousand US dollars. This was certainly not a lot of money, but it was definitely not a small amount of money. It was roughly equivalent to the salary of Yamamoto Isoroku, a lieutenant commander in the navy and a second-class officer stationed abroad for more than two years. This was why he lived so poorly in the United States.
However, the price levels in the United States and Japan are different, and compared to Japanese industrial workers and grassroots soldiers, they earn less than 10 yen a month.With a salary of , he is definitely considered a high-income person in Japan.
What a pity! If it weren't for this broken system, with Master Yuan's theoretical level and ability to deceive people, he would definitely be able to carry out a red revolution in Japan where class contradictions are very sharp.
Without waiting for the two to say anything to refuse, Yuan Yan said casually, "This money is for your travel expenses. We can talk about the rest later."
Just then his secretary came in and reported: "Neo, dinner is ready."
"Gentlemen, let's go to the restaurant then."
Mr. Stauffenberg took this opportunity to quickly put the check into his pocket. For a junior officer like him, who was still semi-unemployed, this extra money was really hard to give up.
After hesitating for a while, Isoroku Yamamoto finally took the check.
Our Master Yuan pretended not to see it, but he sneered in his heart. In this world, apart from the Communists who are made of special materials, are there any saints who are immune to corruption?
Even though this guy is now eating bananas, drinking raw water and living in a loft in order to survey the oil fields on the US-Mexico border and is being treated as a fugitive, he still keeps three mistresses in the future, and he actually uses public funds..
But what does this little money mean? As long as that shipping company can really be established, I can definitely make history even more interesting.
And after you climb up, I will find a way to help you find a master who can "turn water into oil", and you can earn back a mere one thousand dollars in a few minutes. According to the biography of later generations, Yamamoto Isoroku was a staunch supporter of this black technology. His staff all scoffed at this, but Yamamoto actually believed it was true and said to his subordinates, "You are too ignorant to understand."
Oh, now that you mention it, this guy Yamamoto really looks a bit like...that thing.
He smiled and said attentively: "Mr. Yamamoto, I specially prepared Chinese food for you today..."
