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

At 9 PM, the Q&A session at the Northwest headquarters concluded. He Ping'an politely declined Bai Ling's invitation to stay overnight, mainly because he would have to endure Luo Chengjun's snoring even if he stayed. Besides, he had other things to do.

At Dongsi Archway in Dongcheng, He Ping'an circled around to a corner of the outer wall of Lou Mansion. He easily jumped over the wall, avoiding the brightly lit streetlights and patrolling security guards inside the courtyard, and turned into a small villa with practiced ease.

The prestigious Lou Mansion and the illustrious Lou Bancheng naturally consisted of more than just one villa. The main building belonged to Lou Bancheng and his wife, the annex belonged to his concubine, Tan, and the remaining small villas housed their five children.

Lou Xiaohui's elder brother left home early, and her relationship with Tan's two sons and one daughter was lukewarm. Furthermore, she preferred peace and quiet. Therefore, her small villa, located in the secluded northwest corner of the Lou mansion, conveniently provided He Ping'an with opportunities for clandestine encounters!

After painstakingly calming the blushing young woman surnamed Lou, He Ping'an began his familiar routine. He omitted the various intelligence reports and replaced "Resistance" with Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream," a move brimming with malice.

However, the pretty girl seemed to have already read "A Midsummer Night's Dream," earning He Ping'an a pair of charming eye rolls in return. He could only put in more effort to kiss her until she was limp in his arms.

Like Bai Ling, Lou Xiaohui was both delighted with the gift and reminded He Ping'an not to waste money. He Ping'an didn't know how to answer and didn't want to lie, so he awkwardly changed the subject.

"Xiaohui, I just came over and noticed that your house seems to have more security than usual. Some of the guards even had handguns tucked into their belts. Is something wrong at home?"

"No,……"

Lou Xiaohui spoke earnestly, while He Ping'an listened with a strange expression. He hadn't expected that something from a month ago would involve Lou Bancheng. That old man had kept things well hidden!

The matter was not complicated. Just two days after the plan was agreed upon with Luo Chengjun last month, the desperate businessmen successfully took the bait.

He Ping'an disguised himself and went there. After some pretense of bargaining, he reached an agreement for a long-term supply of penicillin for one tael of gold and two vials.

Both groups coincidentally decided to hold the transaction outside the city, with the wealthy merchants arranging the location and He Ping'an deciding the time!

On the day of the transaction, He Ping'an waited at the city gate at the right time, exchanging brass for gold and paper money for real money.

The Tianjin underground party members, pretending to be selling goods, successfully broke through the encirclement of the Beiping Garrison Command with the cooperation of He Ping'an's action team and escaped.

In short...neither side is any good!

He Ping'an wanted to swindle money from the wealthy merchants, who in turn bribed the Beiping Garrison Command, clearly also hoping for a risk-free business. However, He Ping'an was one step ahead, successfully demonstrating to them the disgusting nature of cheating gamers!

I never expected that Lou Bancheng was involved!

He Ping'an was playing with the little beauty's big treasure, shamelessly gloating:

"That's such a pity. My father-in-law is such a spendthrift. If this continues, won't he lose money on my son's and his grandson's milk powder?"

"Ugh!" Lou Xiaohui slapped away the big hand that was playing tricks on her chest and snuggled up to He Ping'an like a kitten.

In the early hours of the morning, He Ping'an, with great perseverance, returned to Qinman Courtyard. He took a cold shower to extinguish Lou Xiaohui's anger and then slept soundly.

The next morning, I chatted casually with my older brother about some interesting things we had learned from each other, and then hurriedly left under the pretext of canceling my leave.

At Jing'an Bookstore, under Luo Chengjun's stern face, He Ping'an finished his French morning kiss with Bai Ling and continued his unfinished report. Giving a report after completing a task is the proper procedure!

He Ping'an told Luo Chengjun the information he had heard from Lou Xiaohui the night before.

"I really didn't expect Lou Bancheng to have a stake in it. Logically speaking, for a big player like him who has already made it off the market, getting involved in finance and steel, and shouting slogans like 'Revitalizing the Nation through Industry' is the right way to play the game. Being a middleman? That's beneath him!"

He Ping'an stared directly at Luo Chengjun without any attempt to hide his gaze, observing his reaction. Luo Chengjun spat out a mouthful of tea leaves and chuckled softly.

"With your limited skills, you think you can test me? You're too green!"

He Ping'an wasn't in a hurry; he simply waited quietly for what was to come.

"The complexity of human nature is beyond words, which creates even more complex social relationships! Some people and some things, as long as they don't affect the overall situation, don't need to be taken too seriously, just let them be..."

Riddlers are the most annoying, so when Luo Chengjun asked him about the details of his actions over the past month, He Ping'an simply returned the exact words without changing a single one.

Luo Chengjun was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to confess:

"You little brat, you'll die from your curiosity sooner or later! Lou Zhenhua supported our army during the War of Resistance. This time, he just wanted to buy some medicine to send to the troops in North China!"

"Yes, that's right!" He Ping'an nodded in satisfaction and began to recount his actions over the past month.

First, in Hong Kong... British merchants in Hong Kong and Kowloon had a keen sense of smell and were also very bold. They believed that the Kuomintang and the Communist Party would clash sooner or later.

Therefore, taking advantage of the immediate end of World War II, the British and American militaries stockpiled large quantities of penicillin at extremely low prices, preparing to make a fortune from China.

Later... well, He Ping'an left a handwritten note—"Zero Yuan Purchase!"—as encouragement!

They then traveled to the United States, but this time there was no "big purchase".

The main problem is limited space and transport capacity. Even if it were filled with 100 tons of gold and other fixed assets, it wouldn't be enough to sustain the army for three years. Furthermore, even if it could meet their needs, what excuse could they use to justify it? Openly exposing their space...?

Space is not feasible, and long-term purchase is unrealistic... Now the KMT is America's true friend, and "freedom" in America is just a joke! If we really want freedom, where do the FBI and CIA come from? Talk about freedom under the rule of the Eastern Depot and the Embroidered Uniform Guard?

Purchasing space was out of the question, and normal procurement was impractical. So He Ping'an wondered if he could acquire the technology and have Chinese Americans build a factory in the US to produce the products.

After some research, it was found to be impossible. Even though Roosevelt repealed the Chinese Exclusion Act in 1934, the new drug that had just entered the public market last year was something the Chinese could only dream of producing!

The US had no choice but to go to Mexico, which the infiltration expert had mentioned, another territory dominated by Americans.

There's always a way out... India under British rule! Indians, a truly amazing race, they'll buy and sell anything!

In 1946, India was in the midst of its independence movement, with a chaotic system and social environment. The loss of a batch of medicines, raw materials, and even equipment was perfectly normal!

Thus, He Ping'an returned to the United States once again and approached the head of the Hongmen. One wanted money and a job, the other wanted goods and distribution channels. The two hit it off immediately and jointly established a factory. ...A shady, clandestine factory.

He Ping'an provided the equipment and technology, while the Zhigongtang provided the personnel and factory. All the penicillin produced was resold to the Communist Party at low prices, and they were also responsible for transporting it to Tianjin!

The Chee Kung Tong sign carried significant weight within the Kuomintang. A white paper fan... they didn't even need to inspect it; the goods could easily enter the port!