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Chapter 642 Buying a Gun
"This damn weather is getting hotter and hotter!"

On the stone steps under the eaves of the shelter, the defeated soldiers were sitting or lying in all directions, looking as if they had lost all hope in life and complaining about the hot weather.

In fact, compared with other places, the summer in Zenda is relatively cool, but the defeated soldiers have nothing to do all day long and have nothing serious to do. Apart from complaining, they don't know what to do.

The food in the shelter was not good at all. It was already a great mercy from the officials that the defeated soldiers could get something to eat every day to avoid starving to death.

Regardless of life or death, the local officials or the high-ranking military officers, all they want is to ensure that these defeated soldiers do not starve to death. It's not that those officials are kind-hearted, but the war is now tense and we have fallen into a stalemate with the Japanese, while our equipment, weapons and the quality of our soldiers are lagging behind those of the Japanese in all aspects.

Since we were at a disadvantage in all aspects, we could only rely on our advantage in numbers to negotiate with the Japanese.

This group of defeated soldiers is a good source of troops. With just a transfer order and a little integration, they can be sent to the battlefield.

Therefore, the defeated soldiers were trying to fill their stomachs most of the time.

The guns and clothes that he brought with him when he fled had already been pawned at the pawn shop for money, so there was no need to wait until now.

This group of defeated soldiers were not like Milong, who had the courage and connections to think and act boldly and start the supplies business in the shelter openly.

Milong's supplies did not appear out of thin air, nor were they obtained by trickery or plunder, but were earned through legitimate business.

"Hey!"

"Brother Milong!"

The defeated soldiers looked at the tall and strong Wang Zhong, who walked up to Milong, a bully from the Northeast who was at the shelter, with a smile on his face, and took the initiative to greet Milong. They didn't find it strange, because Milong was a businessman, and as long as the defeated soldiers had some money in their pockets, they would basically spend money with Milong, because the products at Milong were much more affordable than those on the black market.

After taking a look at Wang Zhong, Mi Long withdrew his gaze and continued to close his eyes. He leaned on the hammock, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, looking a little impatient, and only said, "If you have something to say, just say it!"

Wang Zhong was not angry. He was not a beautiful woman and could not make everyone like him. That was not right. Even if he was a beautiful woman, not everyone would like him. At most, men would like him, but women would be more afraid of jealousy.

Wang Zhong said directly: "I heard from the veterinarian that you have many connections here, and you can get anything?"

Milong became interested. Although he didn't like Wang Zhong's pretentious attitude, he had no reason not to do business when it came to him: "If you have money, you can do it. If you don't have money, you can't do it!"

However, Milong's personality makes it difficult for him to give people a good face.

If it were placed in modern society, with Milong's personality, business would not be so easy to do. But now, as long as you can get the supplies, you will not have trouble selling them.

Moreover, in the current environment, if someone else were to do something kind-hearted, he might not be able to make the business work. Only a tough guy like Milong can make it.

Wang Zhong took out a dollar from his arms and threw it casually. The dollar drew a graceful arc in the air and flew towards Milong, a man from the Northeast who was lying on the hammock.

Milong's skills were among the best among the defeated soldiers. He grabbed the dollar in his hand with just one stretch of his hand.

"Help me get some guns. This is a deposit."

"How many guns?" Mi Long tilted his head and looked at Wang Zhong: "It's not cheap to get guns on the black market."

Milong didn't ask Wang Zhong why he bought the gun, he just reminded Wang Zhong of the price of the gun so that he would have an idea.

"A pistol and a rifle!" Wang Zhong said, "One hand pays the money, the other hand delivers the goods. Are you afraid that I will cheat you?"

“Would I be afraid of you? As long as you have money, I can get you anything.” Mi Long was a man who would not spare anyone’s words. Seeing that Wang Zhong was not joking, he immediately took the responsibility. However, he added at the end: “If I get the gun and you can’t afford it, don’t blame me for turning against you.”

Wang Zhong smiled, took out a few dollars from his pocket and handed them to Milong: "Help me get a few more watermelons and some supplies!"

"These few dollars, you can do whatever you want with them!"

After weighing the heavy seven or eight dollars in his hand, Milong's eyes brightened up a little. The way he looked at Wang Zhong also changed, with a look of some difference in his eyes: "You idiot, you are really a rich man."

In those days, the dollar was hard currency, and its purchasing power was much greater than the paper money issued by the Nationalist government. It was accepted everywhere in the country.

Wang Zhong was able to take out so much money in one breath, which showed that he was quite wealthy.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Wang Zhong is just trying to show off, as this amount of money is the last he has.

But Milong doesn't care about these. He is not a good man. Since he dares to open the door to do business, he is not afraid of someone defaulting on their debts.

As for Wang Zhong, he was just a wounded soldier, and his military rank was only a lieutenant. Besides, this was a shelter, not Wang Zhong’s former unit.

How could Milong take Wang Zhong seriously? Even though Wang Zhong used tweezers to remove the bullet that was stuck in his shoulder bone in front of a group of defeated soldiers in the yard that day, his ruthlessness did scare a lot of people, but it didn't scare Milong away.

Wang Zhong didn't take Milong's words to heart. Although Milong was a bit mean and his words were a bit harsh, his character was impeccable. In the original plot, Meng Fanle stole Xiaozui's money and was killed when he went to the black market to buy sulfa. It was Milong who helped him get back some of the money.

Even the money that Commander Ayi got from selling pork was obtained by mortgaging his watch to Milong. Milong took the money but was in no hurry to move. He continued to lie leisurely on the hammock, waving the palm-leaf fan in his hand.

Wang Zhong had just left Milong and was about to go out when a dirty-looking Hunanese named Bu La approached him and said, "Old fellow, do you remember me?"

She has a smiling face and is very enthusiastic.

"Remember, the veterinarian introduced it yesterday. Your name was Bu La, right?" Wang Zhong said with a smile.

"That's right! I'm from Hunan too," Bu La smiled and asked, "Where in Hunan are you from?"

Wang Zhong also spoke in a Hunan dialect similar to Bu La's: Damn, poor place. "

"You are really from the same hometown. I am also from ##!" Bu La said in surprise: "I am from ##, how about you?"

“That’s not very far away!” Wang Zhong talked about the background arranged for him by the system, which was not far away from Bu La’s hometown.

As the old saying goes: When fellow villagers meet, their eyes are filled with tears. Bu La certainly didn't have tears in his eyes, but he was very enthusiastic and excited to make friends with Wang Zhong and talked about many things in his hometown.

As they chatted, Bu La finally revealed the purpose of getting to know Wang Zhong: "We are all from the same hometown. I have been in a bit of trouble recently. Life is not going well. Fellow villager, do you have any spare money? Can you support me?"

He said it wasn't spicy and rubbed his fingers.

The previous friendship might have been somewhat genuine, but the real purpose was to borrow money.

Wang Zhong looked Bu La up and down and said, "I have the money, but if I lend it to you, how will you pay it back?"

Bu La smiled and said, "I'll return it to you when it goes off!"

Wang Zhong also smiled and said, "Make a sound? Who will make the sound for us? The director of the shelter?"

The smile on Bu La's face gradually disappeared. He was not a fool, and Wang Zhong's refusal was obvious.

“Forget it!” Although he failed to borrow the money, Bu La had no other thoughts except being a little disappointed, nor did he bear a grudge against Wang Zhong for it. After all, as he said, the two of them were indeed from the same hometown. Among so many defeated soldiers, in the small town of Zenda on the southwestern border, it was a matter of joy to meet a fellow villager who spoke the same language as him.

Bula turned around and prepared to leave, but Wang Zhong stopped her and said, "You're leaving now?"

"You don't want to lend me money, so why don't you leave?" Bula turned around again and looked at Wang Zhongdao.

Wang Zhong said: "I don't lend you the money because I'm afraid you won't be able to pay it back, and by then our friendship as fellow villagers will be gone!"

"I know!" Bula nodded and said in a calm tone. He did not bear a grudge against Wang Zhong for not lending him money. He came to him to make friends and borrow money, just with the idea of ​​taking a chance, without any expectation.

Wang Zhong said: "Although I can't lend you the money, I can introduce you to a way to make money."

"A way to make money?" Bu La was about to leave when he stopped immediately. He turned around again, looked at Wang Zhong, and asked curiously, "What way to make money?"

At this time, the defeated soldiers who were originally watching the show nearby pricked up their ears curiously when they heard this. They naturally wanted to know how Wang Zhong made money.

However, Wang Zhong waved at Bu La, motioning him to come over. Bu La was also very curious, so he came over. Wang Zhong raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered a few words in Bu La's ear.

"Is it true?" Bula looked at Wang Zhong doubtfully, his eyes full of suspicion.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "I've shown you the way. It's up to you whether you believe it or not!"

After saying this, Wang Zhong walked around Bula and strode out of the barracks.

"Not spicy!" The Sichuanese who always stayed with Bu La came up to him and asked, "Did he tell you about Mo Zi?"

There was a follower around Yao Ma who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a simple and honest face and was full of curiosity. Just like Yao Ma, he looked at Bu La. This follower was none other than Gu Xiaomai, nicknamed Doubing. He followed Yao Ma and called him "Brother Bu La".

Bu La didn't explain and immediately pulled the two of them out: "Let's follow them first!"

Although Yao Ma and Dou Bing were puzzled, they trusted Bula very much and followed him without thinking.

After leaving the shelter, Yao Ma asked again hurriedly: "What are we doing following him?"

Bean cake also looked curiously at the non-spicy food.

Bu La explained as he walked: "Don't ask so many questions, just follow me!" He also turned his head to look back, afraid that someone was following him.

“So mysterious!” Yao Ma muttered to himself, but he did not stop moving. He walked side by side with Bula and followed behind Wang Zhong.