"Gotta pay more!"

Zhang Yong answered without hesitation.

Righteous words and strict words.

There is no doubt about it.

Are you kidding? You only have five hundred dollars and you want me to do such a complicated thing?

And dangerous.

It's hard to find a substitute. The substitute can die at any time.

He, Zhang Yong, had special means to avoid being assassinated by the Japanese invaders as much as possible. But others could not.

The Anti-Japanese War lasted for fourteen years, with almost no hope of victory.

If it hadn't been for the aid of the Allies, I don't know how many more 14 years it would have taken.

One can imagine how powerful the Japanese invaders were.

This is tantamount to exchanging a life for a life. The life of the substitute is also a life.

How can we just take it lightly?

"I'll sell you a shipload of scrap steel at a low price."

"What?"

"Actually, they are obsolete machine tools."

"Production or something?"

"I don't know the specific situation. If you want it, I will send a telegram and have the ship disembark at Wusongkou Pier."

"How much?"

"A ton is about three US dollars. About 2,800 tons. That is more than eight thousand US dollars."

"make a deal."

Zhang Yong immediately agreed.

In fact, he doesn't know the specific price of scrap steel.

But after thinking about it, McFarland would not deceive himself, because it was related to his own wealth and life.

If he, Zhang Yong, later finds out that he has been cheated and quits, he, McFarlane, will still be in danger.

"I want more." Zhang Yong continued.

"Eliminate machine tools?" McFarlane wondered, "You want everything?"

"Yes. As long as it's machine tools or production machines, I want them all." Zhang Yong answered affirmatively.

It is now only ten months since the Marco Polo Bridge Incident.

Ten months later, the coast will be blocked by the Japanese navy.

At that time, even if you have money, it will be difficult to buy things. Even if you have money, it will be difficult to transport them in.

The industry in the beautiful country is very developed, and there are many machine tools that have been eliminated. They are all treated as scrap steel. There is definitely a chance that they will be missed.

Some machine tools should still be usable after being hammered.

Even if everything is broken, there are still parts, right? They can be used as spare parts.

It only costs US$3 per ton, which is worth the price of pond mud.

What?

Don’t have that many dollars?

Don’t be afraid! You can pay on credit! Just promise to pay interest.

If it doesn't work, I will work day and night to catch the Japanese invaders. I swear secretly that starting from tomorrow, I will give up on women...

I want crazy rolls!

The Japanese invaders collapsed!

"That `s a deal."

"good."

"I'm leaving."

"good."

Zhang Yong watched MacFarlane leave.

This guy is really nervous. He probably wants to run back to the beautiful country.

If the Japanese invaders really wanted to target him, the whole of Asia would be unsafe. The Japanese invaders' claws would have already reached every corner of Asia, including as far away as Southeast Asia.

Get up.

Suddenly, I noticed a yellow dot rushing towards me. There was also a weapon symbol.

Huh? Yellow dot? Wearing a weapon? What are you doing?

Unfortunately, the yellow dot couldn't be marked. He didn't know who it was. I guess something might have happened over there?

As a result, I finally discovered that the yellow dot was coming towards me.

I couldn't help but secretly be vigilant.

Bringing a gun. What do you want to do?

Raise the telescope.

It was discovered that it was Ma Ming.

Oh, it’s him! No wonder he’s carrying a gun!

He is now a field officer at the Shanghai Station. Of course he carries a gun. It was a false alarm.

rest assured.

Show up.

Ma Ming came in a hurry, sweating all over.

He came on a bicycle. He was alone.

"Commissioner."

"Is something wrong?"

"Director Lin of the Attendance Room, please call back immediately."

"knew."

Zhang Yong nodded.

I didn't have time to think too much, so I made a phone call in the western restaurant.

Soon, Director Lin answered.

"Director Lin, it's me, Zhang Yong, at any time."

"Come back to the Presidential Palace immediately. Talk to your face. Quickly."

"yes!"

Zhang Yong replied solemnly.

Don’t ask anything. Just keep your head down and act.

No matter what happens, you must stay calm.

Director Lin hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong also quickly put down the microphone and went through his mind quickly.

At present, I don't seem to have anything urgent on my hands. I just want to go back to Jinling.

How to go back?

Of course it's by plane. It takes just over an hour.

Set off immediately.

He took Wei Fangquan and others to Longhua Airport.

I happened to meet Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu looked at him resentfully and said nothing.

Zhang Yong coughed twice to hide his embarrassment. She probably discovered something.

Women have a particularly powerful sixth sense.

She must have heard some rumors about his ridiculous things.
To be continued...