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

Mayer wasn't annoyed at all: "That's not important! All I know is how to make money. I don't have much artistic talent. At most, I can appreciate antiques and take a little photography. I can't make movies or anything like that."

Zhou Zeyuan extended his right index finger and waved it left and right twice. "You don't need to know it. In the humanities, especially in the arts, it's easy to bluff your way through."

"It's not like STEM fields, where you either know it or you don't. There are so many things to brag about here."

"You're good at bragging, right? Learn some basic film knowledge and improve your art appreciation skills. Then you can pretend to be an industry insider."

"I know how to do that! That's exactly what I did when I went back! I told her I've switched careers to be a film investor and have been involved in the production of some films, and my boasting was impeccable! But how can you achieve artistic success just by bragging?"

Zhou Zeyuan held up a second finger: "Artistic achievements are too simple. But relying on just one title isn't enough. I've prepared several accolades for you."

"Listen, you can't hide your arms sales forever, so you need to come up with a good reason now. That reason is to support world revolution and oppose dictatorial governments."

"Huh?" Mayer was taken aback.

Without pausing, Zhou Zeyuan continued, "By the way, take some photos later as proof that you went to the Far East, crossed the front lines, and risked your life to provide assistance to the revolutionary armed forces."

Mayer's eyes widened slightly, his mouth agape: "Oh my God... you can actually do that?"

He pointed a finger at his own nose. "Me? Supporting the revolution?"

"That's right, I said you supported the revolution, so you supported the revolution. Not only that, I've already prepared a very impressive resume for you for the next two or three years."

"For example, the behind-the-scenes funder of the largest charitable foundation in the Far East, the president of the Far East Democracy Research Association, the honorary president of the Far East Workers' Human Rights Protection Association, the vice president of the Far East Education Development Association..."

"Wait a minute, all these organizations you mentioned... I've never heard of any of them before?"

"Never heard of it. Of course you haven't heard of it, because it hasn't been established yet. We'll quietly establish these associations when we get back to Shanghai."

"Bring in a few more celebrities, develop a group of members, write an association history book, and move the timeline forward a few years. After that, all we have to do is pour money into it."

"Winning over your dream girl isn't something that can be done overnight. If you start by planting a seed now, it will take at least three years for it to grow into a sapling."

"Don't expect results in less than five or six years. If you can't wait, then forget it, I'm too lazy to bother guiding you."

"No, no, no!" Mayer was listening intently! This thing was more precious than the Bible, how could he possibly give it up? With such a powerful tactic, even if he couldn't win over Garbo, he could turn to other targets, so he wouldn't lose anything.

He quickly grabbed Zhou Zeyuan's arm, his face full of flattery: "Go on! With all these accolades around me, will Jiabao favor me? And then, hehe, will she come crawling to me?"

"You're overthinking it. This is just a superficial gilding; at most, it'll make her look at you differently. Now, let's talk about your artistic achievements."

"You need to find a group of writers to write the scripts during this period. You can buy them if you want, but the key is that you yourself must know these scripts inside and out."

"The theme must align with the character you're creating. The film's theme is for peace and for the working class."

"All profits from the film's release should be donated, also for peace and for the working class. Simultaneous public relations efforts should also be launched to let everyone know that your relentless pursuit of wealth is all for the purpose of helping the poor."

"You need to elevate your personality to the point where even your goddess would feel ashamed of herself, and then invite her to join your business."

He paused, then emphasized, "Remember, you must invite them only after the sublimation is complete. You absolutely must resist the urge in the middle, or all your efforts will be wasted."

Mayer frowned in confusion: "Huh? Why did you give up so easily? Wouldn't it have been better to invite your goddess to start a business together?"

"Bullshit!" Zhou Zeyuan said bluntly. "Don't you know what kind of person you are? You have to finish everything before you bring her into your business."

"Otherwise, without the added filter, your disguise might be exposed before the relationship is even confirmed."

Mayer suddenly realized, "I see, this scheme is truly far-reaching." He paused abruptly, his eyes darting around, "Hmm... this tactic seems to be usable on several women at the same time?"

Zhou Zeyuan was speechless: "Didn't you just say you wanted to love only one person?"

"Yeah. If I love only one person this second and another the next, isn't that the same as loving only one person?" Mayer shrugged matter-of-factly.

Seeing Zhou Zeyuan's increasingly strange gaze, Mayer whispered in defense, "It's such a waste to spend several years and go to so much trouble just to pursue a goddess. What if, I mean what if, the goddess gets old? Then I'll have lost everything."

Zhou Zeyuan really wanted to say that even when Ferrari gets old, it's still Ferrari, and even 20 years from now, the Ferrari will still be the Ferrari.

But it's not worth it. He just wants to drag this silly roe deer onto his chariot. As for his love life, he doesn't care!

Since she's not a local girl, I won't feel bad if I get scammed.

Zhou Zeyuan waved his hand: "Forget it, do as you please."

Mayer came in high spirits and left in high spirits, as if he hadn't taken a single cloud with him.

That's a more polite way of putting it; to put it more bluntly, it means leaving without saying goodbye, which is extremely impolite.

But considering his eagerness to woo a girl, Zhou Zeyuan could only forgive him.

Ultimately, they were providing valuable raw materials for their war machine, and who knows, they might be assassinated by Kuomintang agents one day and die a heroic death.

As for the arms deal with the Guangdong Army, it did exist. The reason was that Chen Jitang took the initiative to offer to use antiques and calligraphy to offset the payment.

Then there's not much to say. Antiques are valued in prosperous times, and gold is valued in chaotic times. These things will continue to depreciate for a long time to come, so sell them now if you can.

Zhou Zeyuan understood that Chen Jitang had urgently requested a blood transfusion because he was afraid of losing the fight.

Even if the Red Army really loses, it will be good to make a comeback.

As long as the Red Army and the Nationalist Army continue to fight for a long time, it will be the best news for him.

But this wave of reinforcements was like adding insult to injury for Jiang Dingwen, especially since the troops in the Southern Fujian and Central Fujian Military Regions were quickly replenished.

For Zhou Zeyuan, the items were too far away to be transported in the short term, so they could only play a partial role.

Some of the ammunition stored in northern Fujian can be transported to the Jinqu Basin.

However, this was only a part of the situation, because only the militia were equipped with Type 79 rifles in the troops in northern Fujian.

The American equipment of the 12th Red Army was incompatible with their ammunition caliber, so they were completely unreliable.

On the afternoon of the same day that Mayer left, the Central Military Commission finally sent a detailed battle report on the Xiangjiang Campaign.