I went to the ammunition factory several times, but there were no shells of the same type.

You can't buy points either.

Very miserable...

"There are the Arsenal Bureau..." Yan Jingxuan suddenly frowned.

But I remembered something.

The Arsenal will definitely ask about this kind of thing.

The Ordnance Administration is responsible for the research, production, renewal, maintenance, and supplementary work of weapons and equipment.

The German-made SFH18 howitzer shells were also supplemented by the Arsenal Bureau. If they knew the news, they would definitely send someone to inquire as soon as possible.

In fact, no one else needs this 150mm shell except the Arsenal Bureau.

Except for the heavy artillery regiment, who wants 150mm shells?

"Who is responsible for the Changsha Ordnance Bureau?" Yang Yue also thought of it.

If you want to perform the drama of the Japanese spy, you must have the participation of the Arsenal Bureau.

The more realistic the performances performed by the Arsenal Bureau, the greater the possibility that the Japanese invaders would take the bait.

Yan Jingxuan replied: "Guiyi."

"who?"

"Guiyi. Major General of the Army. Deputy Commander of Changsha Garrison Command. Deputy Director of the Ordnance Department."

"he?"

Yang Yue was a little surprised.

Is it actually Guiyi?

Guiwan’s brother!

That would be perfect. It happened to be the use of the Arsenal Bureau to fish out the Japanese spies.

"Let's go!"

"good!"

Yang Yue and Ma Hongwei said hello and asked them to stay.

Of course, Yan Jingxuan had already notified her gang members to come here to take over all the rice.

Most people with the Tong Gang dare not come to harass people here. Shunyou and Ma Hongwei can rest with confidence. Even if they are seen with guns, it doesn’t matter.

They are wearing the military uniforms of the National Army now. Isn’t it normal to have guns?

Get in the car.

Depart for the dance hall.

The omniscient Paramount Song and Dance Troupe also has it in Changsha.

Even during wartime, the business here was good. Most of them were foreigners. The war had little impact on them.

Here, they have many privileges. If the situation is dangerous, they can leave quickly. The Japanese are not afraid to do anything to them publicly for the time being.

“Many journalists.”

“Many brokers.”

“Many intelligence veterans.”

Yan Jingxuan briefly introduced to Yang Yue.

In such a mixed place, no one is simple.

Anyone who catches someone is very good at it. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to appear here.

As soon as he walked in, Yang Yue attracted the attention of many people.

He was really generous. When he reached out, he could at least ten dollars in cash. The live dancer was crazy.

Ten dollars these days are quite expensive. For a time, Mr. Song was in the limelight. He almost shouted "Tonight, Mr. Song paid for the whole consumption."

Feng Ping next to her felt heartbroken.

So much money was squandered by Yang Yue. This prodigal boy.

Yang Yue himself was also secretly heartbroken. It was all his own small money! Who would have to bear it? But he couldn't be stingy. Otherwise, who would know you, Mr. Song?

After some generous rewards, Yang Yue sat down in the VIP seat.

More people's eyes began to fall on Yan Jingxuan and Feng Ping.

How to say it, it's so beautiful.

The one on the left is unparalleled and charming, with a charming look.

The one on the right is pure and lustful, and the gentleness reveals the purity and purity of the heart, which makes people even more moved.

This Young Master Song is really not simple.

"Is this friend the first time I have arrived in Changsha?" Someone came up to chat with her immediately.

He is a foreigner.

I don't know if it's the United Kingdom or the United States.

But it doesn't matter. As long as someone is helping him.

Simple English communication is absolutely fine.

"Yes! This is my first time here!" Yang Yue answered in English with a swagger.

"What kind of business does a friend come to Changsha?"

"arms."

"Oh? Which side?"

“There are any ones.”

Yang Yue magically took out a bunch of pistols.

There are Browning, Glock, Mauser, Berletta, Sigsauer, and Walter, all of which are top-notch quality.

The people around him immediately became interested and came over.

Good thing! It's really big!

What business is the most profitable these days? It is definitely arms.

As long as you can get the goods and then transport them to China, you can definitely make a fortune.

What?

Outdated weapons?

It's okay. As long as it can be used, Chinese people want it.

Even the old guns produced in the last century are still needed. At most, the price is a little cheaper.

If it is a new product, it will be even more popular.

"I also have original German 150mm shells. Is anyone interested?" Yang Yue deliberately raised his voice.

"What? Cannonball?" Everyone around was stunned.

"Yes! Cannonballs. Do you want them?"

“What model?”

"German-made SFH18 howitzer."

"Hey, friend! You're developed! You should sell it to Chinese people! They need this kind of shell most!"

"Yeah?"

"God bless you are going to make a fortune. Really."

"Yeah?"

Yang Yue felt the movements around him.

Unfortunately, nothing seems to be abnormal.

It seemed that no one left in a hurry and went to inform us of the information.

Well, I'm too anxious.

Other Japanese spies are professional, so how could they act rashly?

It must be carefully understood before talking about it.

So he made a big fuss.

It made everyone around me stunned.
To be continued...