Chapter 4: The Incest of the Rituals and Foreign Circles

After talking about the opium, it was already late at night. There were barking dogs outside. The heavy iron door squeaked and pushed open. Two cars slowly drove in. It was Jian Bing and Yao Yilei who came back after watching the movie.

Due to the uncertainty of his status, Chen Zikun has been sleeping alone, but the two expectant wives often come to visit each other in the middle of the night. In the middle of the night, Yao Yilei ran to Chen Zikun's room in pajamas, crying and saying that she couldn't sleep because she saw something scary.

Chen Zikun asked her who she saw, and Yao Yilei said, "Do you know that Li Yaoting has a lot of evil dogs at home?"

"Oh, it's a German wolfdog, I know."

"But, do you know what they eat?" Yao Yilei looked frightened.

"What?" Chen Zikun had already guessed something.

"I saw two dogs chewing on a piece of stuff, with a ring on it..."

Sure enough, what Li Yaoting said was not to scare people, but to actually feed dogs with human flesh.

"I'm afraid..." Yao Yilei went straight into Chen Zikun's arms.

"Then let's sleep here." Chen Zikun patted the open space beside him.

In the second half of the night, Jian Bing also ran over and saw that Yao Yilei had already taken the lead, but was not jealous. Instead, he rushed straight to the bed, covered his head with a blanket, and trembled, "I'm scared to death."

Chen Zikun said: "What's wrong?"

"I dreamed of Bing'er. Her face was covered in blood and she said she was dying miserably." Jian Bing kept trembling, her face turned pale, and she didn't look like she was pretending.

"Did you hear what others say?" Chen Zikun said suspiciously.

"Well, I heard from the servants of Li's house that Bing'er had a leg with a young actor who was singing. He was beaten to death by Li Yaoting after discovering it. When he died, he was covered in blood. Just like what I dreamed of, she, she, she, wouldn't come to me."

Chen Zikun said: "You are too careless, it's just a dream. Even if Bing'er is really dead, there will be no ghosts, because ghosts are afraid of evil people. Are there fewer evil people here?"

After saying this, Jian Bing calmed down and the three of them squeezed into bed for a night.

The next day, Chen Zikun took his two wives to stay at Huizhong Hotel on the Bund. The wife continued shopping. Chen Zikun took his adjutant Ma Ban to go to the carlowitz co on Erma Road, which is the German Leslie and foreign company to purchase supplies.

Lihe Foreign Company is the most famous German Foreign Company in the Far East. It is headquartered in Hamburg and is engaged in importing German heavy machinery, precision instruments, railways, mining equipment, etc. Of course, an important business is arms.

Chen Zikun was wearing a white suit, a Panama straw hat and a rattan pole in his hand. He was tall and mighty, with a gentlemanly style, and followed by a tough entourage. The reception staff of the foreign company were all old fry who had seen countless people. He immediately determined that this man was a big buyer.

A blond German manager personally received Chen Zikun and welcomed him into the VIP room. The servants brought him coffee. The German-speaking Chinese staff were responsible for the translation.

Chen Zikun introduced his identity as the commander of the Jiangbei Guardian Army and the Major General Brigade Commander of the 7th Mixed Brigade of the Jiangdong Army.

A cold light flashed on the German man's monocle glasses and said straight to the point: "Dear General, what can I do for you?"

"I want to buy a division's equipment, including 10,000 rifles, 500 Mauser pistols, 100 heavy machine guns, as well as mountain cannons and field cannons, mortars, and supporting spare parts and shells. I know that German firearms are very good, so I am the first to come to you to inquire about the price." Chen Zikun said.

The German guy listened carefully. A teacher's equipment is definitely not a small contract. After listening, he asked someone to give Chen Zikun a detailed introduction to the product catalog that he had sent to color printing.

"This is a gewehr 98 rifle produced by Mauser. After rotating, it will be shot. It uses Qimili 92 caliber rifle bullets, five double rows of interlaced bullets, the gun weighs eight kilograms, one meter 25 long, and an effective range of 800 meters. The choice of the German Army, your country's army also has a large amount of equipment, I think the general will definitely be familiar with it."

"This is Mauser's C96 pistol, which is what you often call a box cannon. It has a caliber of seven miles and six three, a capacity of ten rounds, and is equipped with a wooden gun box. It can be connected to the handle of the gun as a carbine when necessary. It is produced in Germany, and it is definitely not comparable to those imitations."

"This is a mg08-type Maxim heavy water-cooled machine gun. The gun weighs 52 kilograms and uses 79 bullets and canvas chains to supply bullets. The rate of fire is 450 rounds per minute, and it can fire thousands of rounds in a row. With this, your army will be invincible."

"This is a 75mm mountain cannon produced by Krupp. I'm sorry, this weapon needs professional operation, and we can provide you with technical support."

As the German man said, someone brought a sample over. The brand new and shiny Mauser rifle was grilled with blue light. The walnut stock was thrown over. The bolt of the gun was precisely forged. It didn't look like a killer weapon, but a handicraft.

Chen Zikun took the gun in his hand and pulled the bolt skillfully. The original German product is indeed good. The bolt is extremely smooth, far better than the Type 88 produced by Hanyang Factory.

"Good gun!" Chen Zikun almost couldn't put it down.

"General, you can rest assured about the quality of German products." The German man said reservedly, and the comprador nodded proudly in agreement.

"Okay, help me calculate the amount required." Chen Zikun's style of doing things has always been decisive. The Mauser 98 rifle is indeed the best rifle on the market. The Germans' rigorous style is perfectly reflected in their military products, which is undoubtedly true.

The German man quoted in German, and the Chinese comprador fiddled with the abacus and reported a number in a short time.

"Because you didn't say how many artillery is needed, we only calculated the price of the firearms. If it does not include ammunition, it would be 1.661,000 yuan, sir." The comprador said with a flattering smile.

"How many?" Chen Zikun raised his eyebrows.

"One, sixty,61,000 yuan, ammunition is calculated separately, we use silver dollars to settle, sir." The comprador still smiled.

"I need to look at the price list." Chen Zikun remained silent. In fact, he was already sweating secretly. He only had 200,000 oceans, not even a fraction of it. This time he was afraid that he would show his timidity.

The other party issued a price list. The unit price of the Type 98 rifle is 90 yuan, the unit price of the Maxim heavy machine gun is 7,500 yuan, and the price of the box cannon is 80 yuan. Chen Zikun wants a relatively large number, which is already the price after the discount.

This is too expensive. Although Chen Zikun has never done an arms deal, he also knows the market for rifles. The price of a Type 88 rifle in Hanyang Arsenal is only 45 yuan, and the original German goods are twice as expensive.

The price of Maxim is even more than imagined. However, if you think about it carefully, even the Shanghai Arsenal, which has such a complex weapon, can produce only twenty aircraft per month, and it is even a battalion-level configuration in the military, so the price is reasonable.

The price of box cannons is fair. This thing on the black market costs at least 100 yuan, and there is still no market price. Even if you take the silver, you may not be able to buy the original product of Mauser Factory.

Chen Zikun thought for a moment and said, "I will first purchase two hundred Mauser pistols and other weapons, and then make a decision after referring to the quotations of other foreign companies."

Obviously, the German businessman was confident about his products and made a gesture of asking for advice and said, "Okay, I still have something to do, Mr. Zhang will accept you." After that, he left.

Mr. Zhang is the Chinese comprador. The transaction of 200 pistols is too small and not worth the German manager to handle it personally. If another general is replaced, he might hurt his self-esteem and get angry on the spot. But Chen Zikun ignored this. The most important thing is to buy real things.

Because the business was too small, the total was only 16,000 yuan, and the comprador Zhang was disdainful of Chen Zikun. His words were obviously contemptuous, and he often mentioned that Zhang Zuolin, who had once been in Fengtian, had done a deal of five million yuan and signed a contract of three million yuan with Yan Xishan from Shanxi.

Chen Zikun was patient and listened to him bragging for a long time. When he finally signed the contract, he realized that the price was wrong. The price of each Mauser pistol changed from 80 yuan to 110 yuan, and each had to be purchased with 500 original bullets, so the total price actually became 31,000 yuan.

"Why has the price changed?" Chen Zikun said strangely.

Zhang Magazine smiled sly: "The offer I just gave you was a package price, which is naturally cheap, but you only buy pistols, and the quantity is so small that you can only follow the retail price."

Chen Zikun said: "This is very uncommon, so I refuse to sign and ask your manager to come."

Zhang Zhengban looked at him: "This is what the manager means."

Chen Zikun said: "The store is big and bully customers, right? I won't buy it."

Zhang's comprador was still smiling, but his smile was extremely abominable: "The door is there, I won't give it away."

"You damn, why did you talk to the Grandmaster? Believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!" Adjutant Zhao acted to pull out his gun.

Comprador Zhang was not afraid at all and even said a tough word: "This is the concession."

With one sentence, Zhao Yufeng was deflated. This was the public concession and the territory of foreigners, but it was too difficult to do anything, but it would be too much to stop like this. So he said angrily: "Master, if you have a word, your humble position will collapse."

Chen Zikun said: "Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as villains."

Zhang Magazine smiled contemptuously, and a few words burst out from the corner of her mouth: "The village household twists~"

Chen Zikun's mouth twitched: "You say it again."

"Nong is a Sa man. Can you order Alah? Alah again, this is the concession!" Zhang Comprador emphasized his tone.

"Bang!" With a slap, Zhang Magazine turned around in the same place, with a slight mouth covered in blood, and his words leaked: "Beat someone!"

"It's a matter of being a little bitch, a thing that can be done by people." Chen Zikun clapped his hands and left.

When I went downstairs, a young man in a suit came from the opposite side. He was quite tall and had a familiar face, but I couldn't think of where I had seen it.

"Hello, senior, we're meeting again." The man took the initiative to come forward and say hello.

Chen Zikun suddenly remembered: "You are Mu Yichen, a class of St. John's University in 1919." The last time they shot and killed the demonstrators on the British police on Nanjing Road, they had a relationship. But a few years later, the young boys of that year have grown into elegant young talents.

Mu Yichen said: "It has been four years since I left last time. I wonder where the senior is?"

Chen Zikun said, "It's a long story, so why don't we go out and talk about it." As he said that, he looked back at the comprador Zhang who was slapped by himself, but he didn't chase him out.

"Okay, find a cafe to sit in, and I'll treat you to you." Mu Yichen said.

The group went out of the ceremony and foreign business, and heard a sharp sirens. Several Indian police officers rushed over under the leadership of British police officers.
Chapter completed!