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

High profits are often accompanied by high risks, so when Huang Zurong was preparing to get involved in the black market business, he had already thought about the follow-up, which was to recruit more people.

Throughout history, in times of chaos, those who have troops at their disposal have the power to speak with authority.

Otherwise, given his status as a mechanic from the Nanyang Overseas Chinese community, few people would have taken him seriously.

If he were content with a modest life, he wouldn't need to do this; he could live comfortably by occasionally selling some supplies. But since he's already here, he can't just do nothing.

Putting aside everything else, it won't be long before those overseas Chinese mechanics who stayed in Myanmar to transport supplies will suffer a tragic death.

We can't just stand by and watch these people sweat and bleed, can we?

As for relying on those people in the mountain city?

Let's forget about it!

"But we don't have guns! And won't we get into trouble doing this?" Chen Shunwen asked with some concern. After all, they were Nanyang Overseas Chinese Mechanics. Although they were full of patriotic enthusiasm, their experiences during this period had made them grow a lot. Not everyone treated them as compatriots.

"What happened? There are so many supplies to transport, we can't possibly handle it with just our small group. What's the problem with hiring some helpers? As for the guns? This is the black market. With money, you can get anything." Huang Zurong glanced at the other person and pointed confidently at the Jinri Tower in the distance.

"Not to mention, there are quite a few people in our Nanyang Overseas Chinese Mechanics team who know about machinery. We can bring back some lathes and make our own weapons by hand."

Although all the items on Pindi are for civilian use, who says civilians can't be used for military purposes?

With enough creative ideas, even civilian applications can be upgraded for military use.

The group of Nanyang Overseas Chinese mechanics was very complex, encompassing all sorts of people, with the most being drivers, but also including mechanical processing workers, medical personnel, and so on.

More importantly, these people are all well-educated, and if they are organized, they can definitely become the backbone of his forces.

"You can even get a lathe?" Chen Shunwen was very surprised, after all, these things are strategic materials.

"Do you think the British army can stop the Japanese invasion? By then, these supplies will be everywhere, the kind that you can sell for any price." Huang Zurong sneered.

"This..." That's what he said, but Chen Shunwen still felt that the British army would not be defeated so easily, after all, they still had hundreds of thousands of troops.

Such a large colony, and the British army just handed it over so easily.

Looking at the other person's expression, Huang Zurong knew that what he said was just another example of disbelief, but he didn't care, since there were only a few months left.

At that time, the British Empire will have produced a huge, dazzling spectacle in front of the whole world.

It was only then that everyone realized that the British Empire, which had dominated for hundreds of years, had long since declined.

Of course, before that, Huang Zurong felt he had to keep a low profile and not attract too much attention.

"Alright, enough of this talk, let's eat first. I'll treat you to a big meal today." Seeing the other person's pained and conflicted expression, Huang Zurong decided to end the conversation. After all, he had come to the city, so he wanted to experience the unique cuisine of this era.

Upon hearing this, Chen Shunwen subconsciously swallowed, putting his previous worries aside. He figured that nothing mattered more than his stomach; he needed to eat first.

Soon, the two devoured a meal worth thirty-five yuan in legal tender at lightning speed.

"Ah, this is so satisfying! It's been so long since I've had such a delicious meal." Chen Shunwen patted his round belly and couldn't help but sigh. This was the most lavish meal he had eaten in over a year.

"It's really expensive, almost as much as our monthly salary." As he spoke, Chen Shunwen's face showed a hint of pain. Although it wasn't his money that was spent, he still felt a little pain.

"It's a bit pricey, but the taste is really good, very fresh and delicious." Huang Zurong took a sip of tea and gave it a good review.

The two chatted for a while longer when there was a knock on the door, and a familiar voice came in.

Huang Zurong glanced at his watch subconsciously and found that it was exactly half an hour. He was surprised that the other party was so punctual.

Seeing that there was no one else behind Chen Amao, Huang Zurong breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that the other party might double-cross him, since this was the black market and if the other party really wanted to do something, he would be like a fish on a chopping board, powerless to resist.

In reality, Huang Zurong was overthinking it. The most important thing in the black market is reputation. If you try to steal from someone else, you're just asking for trouble. You'll only be despised by your peers and might even face joint suppression.

Unless the profit is extremely high, they generally won't take the risk.

"Have you eaten?" Huang Zurong asked politely.

Chen Amao glanced at the leftover food on the table, swallowed hard, and thought to himself, "You've all finished eating, and you're asking me if I've eaten?"

However, he didn't care about these things. After all, making money was more important than a meal, so he shook his head and continued.

"Where's the goods?"

Although he had inspected the sample before, he was still not at ease. After all, it was four hundred legal tender, which was about twenty silver dollars. Here, silver dollars refers to Yuan Shikai silver dollars, not the Yunnan coins that were half-open.

Based on black market prices, one Yuan Shikai silver dollar can be exchanged for three and a half silver dollars, which shows just how high the premium is for Yuan Shikai silver dollars on the black market.

That's why he's so cautious.

For a small-time peddler like him, dealing in nearly twenty silver dollars was the biggest business he had ever done in his life, so he couldn't afford to be too cautious.

"It's right next door." Huang Zurong knew what the other person was worried about, so he led them directly to the guest room next door.

When ordering food, he booked a private room and hid the 100 jin of refined salt he had prepared.

Upon seeing the snow-white refined salt inside the sack, Chen Amao, who had been tense the whole time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. After carefully inspecting it, he handed over the 16 silver dollars that he had prepared beforehand.

Huang Zurong took the Yuan Shikai silver dollar, played with it for a moment, then casually put it in his pocket. He then muttered to himself, "These Yuan Shikai silver dollars will all become the balance of Pin Di."

Seeing my balance jump from three digits to five digits, I felt a surge of joy.

At this moment, Chen Amao had already shouldered the sack and was ready to leave.

"etc……"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Amao stopped and looked at the other party warily, fearing that the other party would double-cross him.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm. I just want to ask what you think of my previous suggestion?" Huang Zurong looked at the other person and asked gently.

"This..." Chen Amao hesitated for a moment, but in the end, desire overcame reason. After all, who in the black market doesn't want to grow bigger and stronger?

"Can you still provide refined salt of this quality?"

"Of course, in fact, I can provide all other scarce resources besides refined salt." Huang Zurong's smile widened.