The War of Resistance: From Overseas Chinese Mechanics to King of Nanyang

"Have you figured it out?" Upon meeting him, Huang Zurong was too lazy to waste words and went straight to the point. Since the other party had come all this way, he must be looking for cooperation, so there was no point in him being coy.

"Yes, I've thought it through." Chen Amao had already made up his mind when he came, and he had already built up a network of contacts through the previous sale of 100 catties of refined salt, which gave him the confidence to discuss cooperation.

"Okay, rice, noodles, cooking oil, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea, what do you want?" Huang Zurong nodded and asked directly.

Having long been accustomed to the other person's way of speaking, Chen Amao didn't stand on ceremony and took out a list he had prepared beforehand.

Huang Zurong glanced at the list and frowned slightly, his expression showing displeasure.

This made Chen Amao feel a little uneasy. Had he written too much?

Actually, there weren't many; they were mostly scarce supplies, and the quantities were alright, so he didn't think it was a big problem.

But in Huang Zurong's eyes, this was a big problem. What could this little bit of supplies do?

No, I should say how much money I make.

He estimated it to be only tens of thousands of yuan, which wasn't enough to do anything.

Especially since he needs to recruit a large number of soldiers and horses, which will require a lot of money.

Without money, nothing can be accomplished.

"Is there a problem? The quantity can actually be reduced," Chen Amao quickly explained.

"Reduce? No, no, no, you misunderstood. I mean, what can this amount do? How many people can it feed and drink?" Huang Zurong knew that the other party had misunderstood him, so he shook his head and continued.

"I think it should be increased at least tenfold from this level."

"Ten...ten times?" Chen Amao was startled by this number. Even if he had ten times the courage, he would never have thought of it.

When he first started writing the list, he hesitated, wondering if it was too much.

When he was told that the number would be increased tenfold, it really scared him.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem? Can't handle it? Or are you scared?" Huang Zurong looked at the other person with a smile.

"You want to be the boss, but you can't even take this little risk? Why don't you just go back to being a small-time vendor?"

Have you ever heard the saying, "The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish"?

Upon hearing this, Chen Amao no longer hesitated. He was originally a worthless man who entered the black market by chance and gradually accumulated wealth from running errands to becoming a small-time peddler.

Only he knows the hardships he has endured along the way, but now that the opportunity is before him, he is determined to give it his all.

"No problem, ten times it is, I'll take it all, but I don't have that much money right now." Chen Amao gritted his teeth and took out all his possessions. Last time, he sold 100 catties of refined salt for a full 600 yuan. Especially after the outbreak of the Pacific War, the price soared. Before leaving, he borrowed some money and made up 1,200 yuan.

He then exchanged all the goods for gold, believing that he could earn at least half of the 1,200 yuan worth of supplies.

"You don't need to pay me. I want you to help me purchase a batch of weapons and ammunition." Huang Zurong didn't go to pick up Xiao Huangyu, but instead stated his request. He didn't lack living supplies at the moment.

The main problem is weapons and ammunition. After all, the troops he trains are going to fight on the battlefield. How can they fight without guns and cannons?

However, he thought about the source of the guns for a long time. He originally thought of making his own lathe and manufacturing them himself.

However, it's not something that can be manufactured in a short time, and ammunition is also a problem. Other materials can be solved, but how do we solve the problem of bullets? These are all problems.

Therefore, the best option at the moment is to buy from the black market, which is why Huang Zurong set his sights on the other party.

"Buying weapons and ammunition? How many?" Chen Amao didn't think too much about it. After all, it's not safe these days, and it's normal to carry weapons. What he didn't expect was that Huang Zurong wanted to buy more than just a few.

"Give me fifty rifles, a thousand rounds of ammunition, and twenty boxes of grenades, please," Huang Zurong said bluntly. He felt that this amount was not much at all, but it did frighten Chen Amao.

"How much?" Chen Amao asked directly.

"Fifty rifles..." Huang Zurong repeated it again, wondering if he had said too much.

That shouldn't be the case.

"Cough cough cough, brother, what are you planning to do? Buy so many guns?" Chen Amao's forehead was immediately covered in cold sweat, and he hurriedly asked.

"Don't worry about that, just tell me if you can buy it?" Huang Zurong didn't answer the other party's question, but asked instead.

Upon hearing this, Chen Amao frowned slightly. It wasn't about the quantity he could buy; the key issue was the consequences. If something went wrong, he would definitely be in trouble.

"Yes, but this amount of supplies probably won't be enough," Chen Amao said through gritted teeth after thinking for a while.

After all, in times of chaos, besides food, there are also weapons and ammunition, which are very expensive. Especially when the front lines are in dire need, weapons and ammunition are even scarcer, and their prices have increased several times over the cost of starting the war. With so many weapons and ammunition, this amount of supplies is definitely not enough.

"Don't worry, as long as we can get the guns, supplies won't be a problem. Besides, I don't think we need to buy so much rice. The profit margin is too low, and it takes up too much space." Huang Zurong shook his head. He didn't care about the rice on the list.

The main problem is that he doesn't buy this stuff cheaply; even the cheapest rice costs around one yuan, so the profit margin is very low.

"But salt can't be eaten as a meal." Chen Amao was a little anxious. He thought that this time they would give him salt, but Huang Zurong directly mentioned something else.

"Besides salt, there's also sugar."

"Here's what I'll do: I'll give you 500 catties of white sugar. I'm sure you'll make a good profit. It's a hot commodity right now."

Sure enough, upon hearing about white sugar, Chen Amao immediately fell silent; this was truly a valuable ingredient.

Especially with 500 catties of white sugar, the profit is undoubtedly very high.

"Also, when you go back this time, you should find a few more people. As your business expands in the future, you'll likely encounter a lot of trouble," Huang Zurong reminded him.

"I understand," Chen Amao replied honestly.

Chen Amao couldn't possibly carry all these supplies back by himself, so Huang Zurong arranged two vehicles for him and gave him ten catties of white sugar as a favor.

Before leaving, Chen Amao left two small yellow croakers as a deposit, since so many supplies would need to be purchased.

"Ah Wen, write a notice to recruit young men, aged sixteen to thirty, starting tomorrow. Two silver dollars a month, three meals a day provided." After the other person left, Huang Zurong immediately found Chen Shunwen and told him his requirements.

"Yes, Brother Rong, I'll take care of it right away." Chen Shunwen nodded in response without saying a word.