"Mr. Yang, if you really need a mortar, your country's Jinling Machinery Factory has a very good model called the 82mm mortar in the 20th year of the Republic of China. The prototype is the Bronde M1930 81mm mortar." Heinz reminded Yang Feng.

"Domestic!" Yang Feng was a little hesitant. He was trustworthy in terms of the quality of domestic weapons, and the other party might not necessarily sell them. You should know that Jiang Baldy has been guarding against the 29th Army and he would not do anything to arm the other party.

"Mr. Yang, if you need it, I can buy it on your behalf. I don't think they will reject my face." Heinz obviously knew China very well and said considerately from the side.

"If this happens, it will be a blessing!" Yang Feng bowed and said.

Leaving Shenchang Foreign Travel, Yang Feng returned to Xiaohonglou and hurriedly huddled on the sofa. As soon as he closed his eyes and thought of sniffing for a while, Li Mingde hurried into the office.

"Mr. Yang, Ito is here again!"

"Ma, why is this guy still in dispersed?" Yang Feng rubbed his face and stood up cursingly.

"The war is about to go, and the Japanese Kwantung Army must be urging him from behind. If there is sulfame, they will have to die fewer people!" Li Mingde said with a sneer.

"Ma forced me to come back and prepare some secret tricks for them. Okay, let him come in!" Yang Feng said with a gloomy face.

"Ah, Mr. Ito, I'm so sorry. Brothers have been busy these days and it's really rude to not be able to visit the mansion." When Ito walked into the office, Yang Feng immediately changed into a bright smile.

"Mr. Yang, you are so polite. I should be here to visit you!" Ito, whose hair was a little gray, bowed deeply and said.

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it. Come and ask for a seat, come and have a tea, and the kind of good tea I brought back!" Yang Feng's enthusiasm confused Ito a little. While greeting Yang Feng, his brows couldn't help but frown.

"Ito-kun, I don't know what brother can do to help you?" Yang Feng asked while drinking tea.

"Sulfa, Mr. Yang, countless elderly and children in the country who endure torture in the pain are urgently needed for your sulfa." Ito decided to go straight to the point.

"Oh, this is really gone!" Yang Feng said with a embarrassed look on his face.

"No more?" Ito was stunned.

"Yes, you are one step late. I have sold all the sulfa in my hand to Pfizer, an American, and Shenchang Foreign Company from Germany."

"Not at all?" Ito's face changed drastically.

"Not at all!" Yang Feng answered apologetically.

"Then, when will the next batch arrive?" Ito asked in a dry voice.

"It's hard for me to say this. In fact, we have never found a way to produce it on a large scale, so the output is very low now, and the orders that have been available are probably in two years." As he said that, Yang Feng stood up, took out a stack of orders worth more than ten centimeters thick from his desk and brought them to Ito.

"If you need it urgently, I suggest you go to Pfizer and Shinchang to ask if they are interested in transferring some to you." Looking at Ito's gray face, Yang Feng kindly reminded.

There are additional terms in the exclusive distribution contract between Pfizer and Shenchang, which prohibit them from selling to any country outside their respective distribution scope. Otherwise, Yang Feng would never supply them to them again. Of course, this item needs to be kept confidential.

Ito also knew that he would not get good results in these two companies. Yang Feng had already sold one or two taels of gold a bottle. When he entered these two companies, he would not have two taels of gold a bottle. This is unacceptable to the military in any case. How many pensions will be given to a soldier?

"Mr. Yang, please, please think of a solution!" Ito stood up and bowed and said with a pleading look on his face.

"Oh, Ito Jun, please don't do this!" Yang Feng held back his smile, stood up with a panic look on his face, hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to help him up.

"So it! Ito-kun, I really don't have sulfa. There is still a medicine that we can cooperate with." He pondered for a while.

"What medicine?" Ito was stunned. Because Japanese and dogs are prohibited from entering Yang Feng, he did not know Viagra.

Yang Feng smiled, then took out an introduction and handed it to him.

"Is this?" Ito's face changed as soon as he saw it.

"Ito-kun, what is the most painful thing for a man? He is a beautiful woman who is lying in front of him, but she is powerless. Although there are various solutions, they all have various side effects, and some may even hurt the body. I believe you know this." Yang Feng said sincerely.

There was a hint of sorrow in Ito's eyes. It seemed that Yang Feng's words touched the softness in the deepest part of his heart.

"But this is different, there is no harm, and the effect is extremely significant. Pfizer has purchased ten boxes from me, and Shenchang has also purchased five boxes. Their order can guarantee you my honesty. Think about it, if you sell this to your country, what will the rich people flock to you!" Yang Feng continued to tempt.

"In terms of price?" Ito swallowed his saliva dryly. He knew very well that he would definitely be punished by his superiors if he couldn't get the sulfonamide back. However, from the bronze medal in front of Yang Feng's door that the Japanese and dogs were not allowed to enter, it was known that the possibility of buying sulfonamide from him was extremely small, but if he could get this thing, he would probably calm his superiors' anger.

"Five dollars per piece, everyone has this price." Yang Feng said.

Ito gasped.

"Ito-kun, this is a luxury item, so there must be a price for luxury items. Of course, you can also exchange goods for them."

"What goods?" Ito's eyes lit up.

"Your country now controls the Northeast. Mitsui is Japan's largest consortium. I believe your trading company has a lot of business there. If you can provide ginseng, then we can barter it. The price is based on two-thirds of the current market price of ginseng. Of course, if you do not agree with this plan, then use arms trading. For example, I like the grenade launcher produced by your country." Yang Feng said with a smile.

Ito was silent.

To be honest, he doesn't care about ginseng. Mitsui is a wholesaler of ginseng. Moreover, the ginseng they purchased in Northeast China is basically half-buyed and half-grabbed. The cost is very low. Even at two-thirds of the market price, he still makes a profit. As for arms, there is no need to think about it. Yang Feng's arms are definitely not used as salutes, but for reselling them to the Chinese army. It is hard for him to think about how miserable his fate would be when the grenade launcher hits the Kwantung Army.
Chapter completed!