Subtitle of this chapter: Bullets should be exchanged for silver bullets

After the Chinese said it, what else could the Germans say, so they had to nod.

Our Master Yuan clenched his fist with his right hand and knocked his left palm, Kaisen said, "Then the matter is simple. As long as we get money for His Majesty, why worry about the great cause of restoration of my Hohenzollern Dynasty?"

He pointed to the Americans and the Japanese and asked, "Yuri, Mr. Yamamoto, do you think this is the case?"

After the Chinese said it, what else can Americans and Japanese say, so they had to nod.

"Well, since everyone has said that, the next thing is how to make money..." Yuan Yan suddenly fell into deep thoughts.

Your Excellency Masayoshi couldn't help it anymore, and he coughed, "I see there is a business to do now."

Master Yuan asked in surprise: "Oh, Yuri. What business are you talking about?"

Yamamoto Iroku, who was standing beside him, thought that everyone's time is precious, so he blurted out: "Martial arts!"

Yurien glanced at him strangely, thinking that this Japanese man had become a nurseryman as well. However, Your Excellency Masayoshi nodded and agreed: "That's right, it's arms."

Although Mr. Stauffenberg was young, he was not stupid. At this time, he finally understood that the Romance of the Three Kingdoms... Well, the coalition forces were going to pull themselves into arms business.

Of course he knew that German arms are indeed cheaper now, cheaper than bread of the same weight. After all, guns and bullets cannot be eaten as food.

As for money, who doesn’t need it? Especially now that prices are soaring and everything is getting more expensive, Germany. If you don’t have some hard currency in your hands, you won’t be able to sleep well. Because when you wake up tomorrow morning, you can only buy an egg yesterday if you can buy a chicken.

One of the main reasons why Jews are hated is that there are too many Jews engaged in business in Central Europe. Imagine that a German employee ran to a grocery store run by Jews with his newly obtained salary, but found that even a bag of sugar his wife asked you to buy could not afford. He had to go home and take the sabre left by his grandfather and go to the pawn shop run by the Jews at a cheap price. Finally, when he passed by the luxurious restaurant with the bag of sugar, he saw a group of Jewish doctors, lawyers and bankers in it, and enjoyed delicious food.

It's like... In short, anyone who experiences this situation will have the idea of ​​turning Jews into soap.

The Germans had already recognized such a thing in their hearts and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Where are you going to sell your arms?"

The other three looked at each other and said tacitly at the same time: "china!"

Because the arms embargo was imposed on China last year, the United States and Japan are now in strict control, and only the messy Germany is now in a state of chaos. Taking advantage of the moment, buying second-hand arms from Germany can really be based on the price of scrap steel. It is really appropriate to say that it is a huge profit.

"I understand. But..." Mr. Stauffenberg said hesitantly, "But according to the provisions of the Treaty of Versailles, we Germany are not allowed to manufacture weapons or transport them into and export them. If they are discovered, it is illegal."

Mr. Chandler comforted, "Mr. Stauffenberg, please don't worry. You also know that I have a trading company and are currently planning to purchase 'scrap steel' in Europe. You just need to help me organize the supply of goods to the port, and our company will take over the next thing."

The German nodded and said, "I understand, then I'll go back and discuss with Earl of Scharnhorst..."

"Mr. Stauffenberg, why bother the Earl's Earl?" At this time, Yuan Yan suddenly interrupted him, "Our principle in doing things is to go into the village quietly and shoot..."

He paused and continued, "I think it would be easy to build a thousand,800 pieces of 'scrap steel' with your relationship. Why drag him and His Majesty into such a business that may affect their reputation?"

He was a senior official of the German Logistics Department. His mother's relatives were even more strong in the military. It was too slight to have a thousand or eight hundred enterprises. Yuan Yan had to work hard for a long time, but what was the point of not filing six digits?

Speaking of this, Lord Fool gave a wink at Your Excellency, who understood and took out two small pieces of paper from his suit pocket, one to the Germans and the other to the Japanese.

The two of them took it and found that it was a check with a denomination of US$1,000. Of course, this is not a big money, but it is definitely not a small amount. It is roughly equivalent to the salary of the Navy Iroku Yamamoto and the second-class foreigner's second-class facial features for more than two years. This is why he lived so poorly in the United States.

However, the price levels of the United States and Japan are different, and compared with the salary of less than ten yen per month for Japanese industrial workers and grassroots soldiers (at that time, 1 US dollar could be exchanged for 2.5 yen), he is definitely a high-paying person in Japan.

Unfortunately, if it weren't for this broken system, Master Yuan's theoretical level and deception ability would have definitely been able to launch a red revolution in Japan, where class contradictions are very sharp.

Before the two of them could shirk their words, Yuan Yan said carelessly: "These money is considered to be the car fee for both of them, so let's talk about the others later."

Just then his female secretary came in and reported: "Neo, dinner is ready."

"Gentlemen, let's go to the restaurant."

Mr. Stauffenberg quickly stuffed the check into his pocket with this talk. For a small officer like him, who was a half-unemployed young officer, he was really reluctant to give up this extra money.

After hesitating for a while, Yamamoto Izuru finally collected the check.

Our Master Yuan pretended not to see it, but he sneered in his heart. In this world, there is no such thing as a Communist who is made of special materials that refuses to corrode and never gets involved in the saints?

Although this kid is now regarded as a fugitive in order to survey the oil fields on the US-Mexico border, he still keeps his mistress in a pack and three, and he actually uses public funds. (Author’s note: "Yamamoto Isori" written by Hiroyuki Akawa)

But what is this little money? As long as that shipping company can really open up, I will definitely make history even more in the buffet.

And after you climb up, I will find a way to help you find an expert who can "turn water into oil" and earn it back in a minute in just a thousand dollars. According to the biography of later generations, Iroku Yamamoto is a staunch supporter of this black technology. His staff members all scoffed at this, but Yamamoto actually believed it was true and said to his subordinates, "You can't understand that you have shallow knowledge."

Oh, this guy Yamamoto is a bit like...what is that.
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