PDLP Chapter 37 gave me a fright; men understand men.
Chapter 37 gave me a fright; men understand men.
"The milk tea is so delicious!"
"Tiramisu tastes better than the chestnut flour cake from the Republic of China era."
Lin Wan held a fork in her hand, taking a sip of milk tea and a bite of tiramisu, eating with great relish.
No girl can resist the temptation of desserts.
Moreover, modern pastries seem to focus on low sugar content, I really don't understand what they're thinking.
If this were during the Republic of China era, people would have been eager to add even more sugar.
During the Republic of China era, white sugar was more expensive than staple food and was only used to entertain distinguished guests.
For example, landlords in Bailuyuan, Xi'an, would only consume small amounts of white sugar during major festivals such as the Spring Festival.
For ordinary people from the lower classes, wanting to eat candy is a luxury.
Even in the early 80s, rock sugar and White Rabbit milk candy were snacks only available to "wealthy families".
During the Republic of China era, the situation was even more difficult.
So I was quite surprised to hear that modern people pay more attention to controlling their sugar intake.
The production of white sugar in the two worlds is vastly different.
According to reports from 37, the national sugar production was only 10 tons.
The New World's sugar production last year was 1161.21 million tons!
The gap is undeniably enormous.
In other words, it is only because the modern world has an outrageous abundance of resources that people dare to be picky and pursue a higher quality of life after they have enough to eat.
Chen Huai'an sat to the side drinking milk tea, a faint smile on his face.
Knowing that this girl has a big appetite, I specially bought two pieces.
Smiling, he asked, "How was it after you got back this time?"
Lin Wan held the milk tea in both hands and took a sip, her big eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I have handed the medicine over to my superiors and transported it out of Shanghai overnight through various channels."
I believe it will be delivered to the field hospital soon for use by the wounded soldiers.
Comrade Wang Hai is in good condition after receiving the penicillin injection, and his fever has subsided.
As you suggested, the stockings were traded with three major merchants instead of being sold on their own.
They each bought three hundred pairs of shoes with silver dollars, and then exchanged the rest with antiques and calligraphy.
I brought all of these things with me!
Her big eyes shone as she spoke, and her pretty face flushed with excitement.
Last time, I only sold two small yellow croakers and got 9 yuan.
The money was then used to purchase penicillin, quinine, chloroquine phosphate tablets, high-powered telescopes, and so on.
These supplies were highly sought-after Class A strategic materials during the Republic of China era, and were subject to strict control.
Moreover, the price on the market is ridiculously high.
But in modern times, it only cost 3 yuan.
It costs less than the price of a small yellow croaker!
However, when these supplies were transported to the Republic of China, they became a fortune that could turn an ordinary person from the bottom of society into a very wealthy man!
The price difference is considerable.
No wonder she was so excited when she heard the question that her little hands were trembling slightly.
The stuff I brought this time is worth much more than the small yellow croaker!
Although in the eyes of the three wealthy merchants, they were all low-grade goods that were not presentable.
However, in modern times, it would definitely be a valuable cultural relic.
It doesn't need to be of high value, just a large quantity.
In Chen Huai'an's plan, acquiring wealth is easy; the key is how to preserve it.
Therefore, expanding one's network and climbing the social ladder becomes inevitable.
What could be a faster way to make friends than through antiques and calligraphy?
Moreover, based on his speculation, the three wealthy businessmen must possess valuable antiques and paintings, but at present, they certainly wouldn't use high-end items for trading stockings.
Instead, they would exchange things that are valuable but not expensive.
This is exactly what's happening right now.
Chen Huai'an figured he should start by using ordinary goods to get started and expand his network of contacts.
Then, through repeated contact, one gradually integrates into the group.
As long as he has goods, those people are happy to befriend him.
Once the company is up and running, I can donate money to help it get in shape and even run for People's Congress representative.
His status gradually rose.
Although not incredibly powerful, it's no longer a pushover that anyone can easily bully.
It is also a method to quickly rise in social class in a short period of time.
Chen Huai'an's eyes lit up, and he grinned so wide his mouth almost reached his ears.
He is currently facing famine and is in debt.
Moreover, there is a second deposit to pay, and I urgently need the money.
Although he could summon the Time-Space Treasure Chest, he did so out of politeness and respect.
They just stared longingly, eager to see the valuable treasure.
Lin Wan was amused by his childlike, eager look at a toy, and stood up in the middle of the living room.
With a thought, a dazzling array of items appeared out of thin air in the middle of the cleared living room.
There are antiques, calligraphy and paintings, precious medicinal herbs, and even a submachine gun!
When Chen Huai'an saw the submachine gun on the ground, his gaze immediately went blank.
His fingers trembled as he stammered, "This...this...this is...?"
Last time he brought a pistol, this time he brought a submachine gun, is he going crazy?!
Lin Wan picked up the submachine gun with one hand and introduced it with a smile: "The Type 37 submachine gun is a 9mm caliber submachine gun that was improved and manufactured by the National Government Ordnance Department in 1947 based on the American M3A1."
click!
During the presentation, they even removed the magazine, revealing the bright yellow bullets.
Chen Huai'an's forehead veins throbbed, and his forehead was covered in dark lines.
Was the question you asked about the model number?
"Did I ask about the model number? I asked why you brought this thing here?"
"Old Zhang... is the gift my superior gave you for self-defense."
Lin Wan readily agreed and put the magazine back in.
He explained, "After hearing my story, Old Zhang knew you really liked guns, so he asked me to bring one over as a gift for you. It can also be used for self-defense if you encounter a thief at night."
From Lao Zhang's perspective, as Chen Huai'an makes money by reselling antiques, he will definitely be able to accumulate wealth quickly.
Similarly, it can also attract the attention of bad guys.
Breaking into a house at night to steal, or even rob and murder, is all possible.
Therefore, wealthy merchants in Shanghai during the Republic of China era all kept many bodyguards and protectors in their homes.
They have pistols, submachine guns, and even hand grenades.
Now that Chen Huai'an has money, it's understandable that he would use a submachine gun for self-defense to avoid being killed by burglars.
It has to be said that Lao Zhang understands men's preferences, and this gift is indeed very appealing.
However, given that we were living in the Republic of China era, it's understandable that we wouldn't be familiar with the modern situation.
Just as we still cannot understand some foreign ways of doing things.
Chen Huai'an glanced longingly at the submachine gun, swallowed hard, and used his last bit of strength to pull his hand back.
Like Tang Sanzang seeing a ginseng fruit, he turned around and waved his hand, saying, "Take it away! Take it away! Quickly put it in your treasure chest, and don't take it out unless necessary!"
Although I really wanted to fire a burst of bullets, I managed to hold back.
However, there's no need to worry about it being discovered once it's stored in the Time-Space Treasure Chest.
Chen Huai'an suppressed his impulsive emotions and looked down at the antiques and medicinal herbs on the ground.
He asked in surprise, "So many?"