Southern guerrilla warfare: I led the Red Seventh Army Corps to amassed a million troops.

Quzhou Airport, December 12.

Zhou Zeyuan stood by the runway, gazing intently at the wooden frame airplane being assembled in front of him.

The Northrop bomber they shot down earlier cannot be repaired for the time being due to a lack of key spare parts.

But this damaged aircraft is not without value; after all the data was measured, it has now been disassembled into a pile of parts.

As for the step of reassembling it, well... that's temporarily stuck!

But it doesn't matter. As long as we protect these parts, we can put them back together in no time.

Someone suggested: build a wooden model first, and use a car engine as a makeshift one, so that the pilots can at least get a feel for it.

Zhou Zeyuan had no objection. He looked at the wooden frame for a while, shook his head, turned around and smiled at the white man in the gray suit behind him:

"Mayl, I really didn't expect you to dare come to our territory. You really are someone who values ​​money over life."

Mayer stood half a step behind him, holding a fedora in his hand, a cynical smile playing on his lips:

"I've already smoothed things over with the people back home and obtained official diplomatic status. Even if that bald guy had solid evidence against me, he wouldn't dare do anything to me, let alone find any fault with me."

Zhou Zeyuan glanced back at him, said nothing, but waved to the bodyguard Xiao Zhong beside him.

Xiao Zhong understood and led several guards back a dozen steps away, turning his back to the two men and scanning the surroundings.

Once the surroundings were cleared, Zhou Zeyuan spoke: "On the surface, that's all. You still need to be careful. You can rest assured here, but once we enter the Nationalist-controlled area, you must pay attention to security. Actually, you didn't need to make this trip; you could have just notified me via telegram if you had any business."

Mayer pressed his hat to his chest and shook his head: "You've been getting quite involved with those in Guangdong lately? I heard that the 'Southern King' has recently prepared millions of bullets, tens of thousands of artillery shells, and large quantities of explosives and detonators. Has your Red Army placed a huge order with them?"

Zhou Zeyuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "This is a matter for the Fujian-Zhejiang Military Region. I no longer hold any position there, so these matters are not under my jurisdiction. However, your intelligence network is quite effective."

Mayer chuckled, making no attempt to hide his smugness: "It's alright. This is a top-secret intelligence report that I bought for ten thousand pounds on the intelligence market, the exclusive kind."

"However, when it comes to delivery speed, I can't compare to these local warlords. But I also have advantages that they can't match."

Zhou Zeyuan nodded and replied without any hesitation, "Yes, that's why I asked you to help me set up a bullet production line. Did you manage to get it? If you did, load it onto the ship as soon as possible; I need it urgently."

Mayer shrugged: "Calm down! I'd like to discuss a business deal with you. Are you interested in trainer aircraft?"

Zhou Zeyuan's eyes lit up: "Of course I'm interested. What model? How many can you buy? I need them in stock."

"Our American P-17 is a military-grade trainer aircraft, known for its stable performance and reliable quality. If you'd like, I can send you five to ten in the first batch. Any more than that, but we don't have any in stock; you'll have to wait."

"Okay, I'll take it all." Zhou Zeyuan answered crisply. "Not only the plane, but also the fuel and spare parts. It would be best if you could also get me an instructor. There should be some retired American soldiers who can fly. You go and find one for me, and I'll offer the highest salary."

Mayer frowned slightly: "Well... I'll try my best. It will take some time, and we might not be able to deliver the first batch in time."

"That's fine. Get the plane over here first, preferably with some operating manuals as well, I'll study them first." Zhou Zeyuan said, then added, "By the way, what about fighter jets? Any recommendations?"

Mayer immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Please spare me! There are air traffic control regulations in the United States."

"Training aircraft can be transported under the guise of civilian aircraft, but fighter jets can't; they require a permit from the Nanjing government. Do you think that's possible?"

Zhou Zeyuan's face showed a hint of helplessness: "With your single-mindedness, how can you be an arms dealer? Come on, let me teach you a thing or two. If you remove the weapon systems from a fighter jet, can it still be called a fighter jet?"

Mayer paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "You mean, declare it as a civilian aircraft, and let the weapons systems go through a separate process?"

"Oh, that's a good idea, Zhou, you're a genius. But this way, I'll have to spend some money to grease the wheels, and as for the price... don't blame me for asking for an exorbitant amount."

Zhou Zeyuan shrugged; he was well aware of Mayier's tendency to be overly demanding.

This guy clearly hasn't communicated with other arms dealers about what the profit margin should be in a legitimate arms deal.

It's fortunate that I met him; I occasionally helped him raise the price and went easy on him when he was bargaining. Otherwise, I could have really squeezed him into becoming a wage slave!

"I respect your reasonable profit; it's a deserved reward for your risk. But I'm curious, now that you're successful and have plenty of money, why would you take such a big risk?"

"Well... it involves some personal matters, so I can't really tell you. But I do really need the money right now." Mayer's smile paused slightly before returning to its usual confident expression.

All of this naturally did not escape Zhou Zeyuan's eyes. Moreover, he also saw three parts greed for money, three parts desire for sex, and four parts youthful aspirations.

It seems like they're in love!

Zhou Zeyuan became interested and said in a guiding tone, "Money isn't everything, and some problems don't necessarily need to be solved with money."

"What may seem difficult to you, I can solve most problems with my brain. It just depends on whether you're willing to share with me."

Mayer shrugged. "Dear Zhou, it's like this, I recently went back to America, right? And then I met my white moonlight, and I was extremely fortunate to have a wonderful dinner with her."

Zhou Zeyuan raised an eyebrow: "Wait a minute. I remember you told me before that your 'white moonlight' married into the Danish royal family, right? How come she went to America?"

"Oh, no, that's my ex-girlfriend, not my ideal woman!" Mayer quickly corrected.

"My ideal woman is a Hollywood movie star. She is so noble, elegant, and dignified, unattainable. I only mustered up the courage to meet her because I considered myself a successful person."

"Oh! I see. How much did you spend this time? Did you get it?"