Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

What is the opportune time? ... The heavens are destiny! The calendar is changed, and new honors are bestowed.

The Marshall Armistice ended on June 7, exposing the fighting in the Northeast to the outside world.

On June 26, the two sides finished their match and officially began their game!

At Jing'an Bookstore, as the sun sets, a pretty young woman rests her chin on her hand, absentmindedly turning the pages of her book.

"Worried about He Ping'an again?" Luo Chengjun put down his teacup, thinking about what he'd gained a month ago. He subconsciously sighed, "Don't worry, that kid's cunning as a lotus root, and his skills are solid. He'll be fine!"

As usual, he received a lifeless response. Luo Chengjun shook his head, turned around, and went into the backyard.

"Knock knock!"

A knock came at the counter, and a warm, slightly weary male voice came from above the beautiful woman: "Excuse me, young lady, if I were to give my lover this French edition of 'Resistance' as a reunion gift, would she like it?"

Bai Ling suddenly looked up at her beloved, whom she had longed for day and night, tears streaming down her face. "Ping An! Waaah..."

He Ping'an caught Bai Ling, who flew into his arms, and kissed her passionately. After a month of longing, the beautiful young woman cast aside her shyness and awkwardly responded to the man's fiery advances.

In the backyard living room, He Ping'an took out the carefully prepared gift.

"This is Jane Eyre from England, this is The Resistance from France, and these are internal white papers on intelligence studies from various European and American countries. And these... these are all the currently trending perfumes, clothes, and cosmetics from different countries! Do you like them?"

Bai Ling nodded sweetly, "I like it! It's just too expensive, such a waste of money..."

Bai Ling wasn't some naive young girl. A suitcase full of imported goods, a quick calculation revealed their considerable value. And then there were those intelligence white papers, circulated internally—money alone couldn't buy them!

"It didn't cost any money! These are patriots from all walks of life in the United States who have deep ties to communism, supporting our country's communist cause!" He Ping'an said with certainty.

That's not a lie... Capitalists, as an irreconcilable force within communism, have arguably the closest relationship with it. It's either you kill me, or I take you down!

If we're talking about aid, then any aid used against the Communist Party is aid. How it came about is none of your business!

Bai Ling, oblivious to the deeper meaning in his words, blinked her large, bright eyes, looking adorably dazed. "Really? I didn't expect American comrades to be so thoughtful, even providing women's cosmetics..."

"They're just too polite! They don't treat themselves like outsiders at all!" He Ping'an chimed in with feigned seriousness, "Even the penicillin was provided free of charge. I didn't even have a chance to pay! Sigh... they're all 'good comrades'!"

Luo Chengjun, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but speak up when he heard about penicillin: "Hmm... Have you forgotten that there's a living, breathing person like me in this room?"

Bai Ling realized that her elders were still inside, and her ears burned with embarrassment: "I'll go out and keep watch, you guys chat..." She covered her face and hurriedly left!

He Ping'an looked at Luo Chengjun with dissatisfaction, "I've contributed a large sum of money to your activities, and I've been working myself to the bone abroad for a month. Can't you even give me a break?"

Luo Chengjun ignored He Ping'an's gaze, his expression more solemn than ever before:

Two days ago, the Kuomintang attacked the liberated areas, and the two sides officially broke off relations. This was a decisive battle that would determine the fate of the country and the nation!

Medicine, especially penicillin, an anti-inflammatory! With it, the survival rate of our wounded soldiers can increase by at least 50%! On the battlefield, the number of veterans can even determine the course of a war!

As he spoke, Luo Chengjun got up and went into the study. When he came out again, he was carrying a stack of telegrams.

"Since receiving news of your impending return to China, the Northwest headquarters has been calling almost daily!"

He Ping'an took the telegram and casually flipped through a few pages. The contents were all similar: "Is the penicillin project progressing smoothly? When will it arrive at the port? Has the delivery location been confirmed?" This showed the urgency in the Northwest.

"Reply to the Northwest... Everything is going smoothly. 50 vials of penicillin have entered the port and are being secretly stored near the Tianjin port!"

It can also provide support to various battlefields at any time—Northeast China, Liaodong Bay; North China, Jiaozhou Bay; Huaihe River Basin, Haizhou Bay!

Furthermore, starting from July, no fewer than 30 doses of penicillin will be imported into Hong Kong each month. If you feel the quantity is insufficient, please call to inform us, and we may be able to place an additional order!

"Really...it's done?" Luo Chengjun's voice trembled with excitement.

"Of course!" He Ping'an looked at the densely packed boxes in the space and said with absolute certainty.

Luo Chengjun returned to his study, and soon, the ticking of a telegram sounded.

"Hoo..." He Ping'an let out a heavy sigh. This past month had been anything but easy. It was only because of his strong physique and the acupuncture he used in his spare time that he was able to keep going.

Radio waves from Beiping pierced the sky, penetrating the northwestern night. He Ping'an's telegram reached the hands of various high-ranking officials. Unsurprisingly, it was met with widespread approval…

"Good, in this way, our army will gain at least 30% more combat strength!"

"This young comrade is quite capable, despite his young age!"

"Yes, they're very meticulous! They even planned the transportation routes..."

"Sea transport is much safer and faster than land transport, and there's no need to worry about enemy encirclement. But sea transport...?"

At Jing'an Bookstore, He Ping'an received a telegram from Luo Chengjun: "We have learned of Comrade He Ping'an's great contributions to the country and he deserves commendation! Inquire about his requests? Also, please briefly describe the sea transport methods..."

"Reply: The gold and silver plundered from wealthy merchants have been used to purchase a small passenger ship to cover cargo transport. It will anchor near the coast, where fishing boats will provide support, or the cargo will be transferred again to bamboo rafts and timber rafts. No need for a port; everywhere can be a port!"

This time, Luo Chengjun wasn't in a hurry to leave. He asked suspiciously, "Bamboo rafts, wooden rafts, are you sure?"

He Ping'an nodded. "Penicillin isn't a tank or artillery piece of heavy weaponry; it doesn't need water... Nor is it food or ammunition; it doesn't require large-scale loading and unloading... As long as it's waterproofed and transported carefully, there shouldn't be any major problems!"

Afterwards, Luo Chengjun became a telegraph operator, responsible for He Ping'an's communications with the Northwest. The tycoon, with his long-term vision, saw the potential for international trade in the penicillin project.

This area can be considered a weakness, or even a blank, for the Communist Party. Previously, there was no opportunity; now that a successful case has finally been found, naturally, they want to understand the details!

Although He Ping'an wasn't doing legitimate business this time, nor was he following the proper path, he had at least enjoyed a period of success in his previous life. He had been involved in trade a few times, so while he wasn't an expert, he was certainly familiar with it.

Coupled with the constant barrage of information, his trade knowledge was top-notch even within the current party and the Republic of China. In his answers, he was completely honest and even dared to add his own opinions!

As for the Northwest's inquiry about the reward, he politely declined, saying there was nothing he needed. Of course, a big shot is a big shot; merit is always rewarded, and He Ping'an was still given a promise of cash withdrawal at any time!

Clutching the telegram, He Ping'an carefully slipped it into his pocket, actually placing it into his spatial storage. This was a "forbidden artifact of the Great Emperor," so he couldn't be too careful…