Finally arrived!
After the plane landed in New York again, George was excited. The London Embassy sent a telegram to China. Soon there was an instruction in China to let the defense supply company in New York be responsible for contacting and discussing in detail.
He needed to kick open the door. In the past, he had no capital, but now, today is different from the past.
With this batch of supplies, he can get almost everything he wants.
In addition to the recognition of the immigration agreement, there is also cooperation in all aspects-supplies!
Why can China please Americans in various ways? Isn't it because Americans have supplies in their hands?
As long as those people have something to do with themselves, they will do everything possible to cooperate with themselves. Without the cooperation of those people, he can't immigrate millions of people from China!
Not hundreds of thousands, nor one million, but tens of millions!
It is to have as many people as possible!
Population is the root of everything. With talents, there is everything.
After all, there are hundreds of millions of people over there. Without enough people, everything is empty talk, and it may even be a wedding dress for others!
As for the German rifles and Soviet cannons on the ship, they are just a pile of broken copper and iron, nothing big.
Weapons... after the war, there will be more.
Let alone, there are hundreds of thousands of stg44s thrown on the ground waiting to be picked up. After the war, Europe was full of planes, tanks and cannons.
To be honest, George couldn't think of any use for these broken copper and iron except fighting the devils.
In the future, the company's army will have eight-shot rifles and m1 carbines at the very least.
If there are not enough troops, firepower will make up for it.
"People... we can find a way to let them provide the first batch of people."
But this is just the first step. This batch of arms has a better use. If it can be used properly, it can even promote a big thing.
Everyone will calculate what they can get from others, especially after paying.
This is human nature.
Just as George was looking at the streets of Manhattan from the cabin, thinking about how to make the most of this batch of arms and even leverage another major event, a train that had stopped at the station in northern New York set off again.
The steel wheels on the track creaked regularly, and a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was flipping through a report.
After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man raised his head from the page in his hand.
"So, we had a very pleasant cooperation with him both times?"
Putting down the document, he took a cigarette from the cigarette box. Although the two previous orders were important, he did not participate in them. After all, there were too many such things.
"Yes, we chose him at the time because he delivered quickly and was one of the few manufacturers willing to accept our orders."
General Jiang replied respectfully.
Even though he was a general, he was cautious in front of this uncle of the emperor.
"It seems to be true."
Nodding, he took a puff of cigarette and said.
"However, this is completely different from the past. So much supplies... let alone one person, even the United States may not be able to give us so much."
The reason why he hurried to New York by train was because the content of this telegram was too shocking.
"Have you ever heard of someone taking out so much supplies at once?"
"This has never happened before."
General Jiang shook his head.
Song Peilun on the side interrupted.
"Sir, I think he may have a special channel, who knows?"
"Special channel?"
Frowning, the uncle said.
"This is not important. Gu Shaochuan's telegram has caused an uproar in China. All walks of life in China know that patriotic overseas Chinese have donated a large number of arms, and China is in urgent need of these arms. In recent years, India has always been choking us with military supplies. It would rather let the aid materials to China be exposed to the rain in India than send them to China. It has only shipped 1,000 rifles in two years..." He took a deep puff of his cigarette and said. "If there are really so many supplies, these supplies are not American aid materials, and that guy naturally can't intercept them anymore, and can't use the supplies to choke us anymore. Shipping them back to China can also solve the problem for the time being." "What you said is very true, if it is true, the soldiers in China can shed less blood!" General Jiang's words made everyone nod in agreement, and the uncle took off his horn-rimmed glasses, held them up to the light, and then put them on again. "If this is true..."
He paused, then took another puff of cigarette and stared down at the telegram.
"The remaining question is... what does he want from us! After all, there is no free feast in this world!"
What does he want?
This is hundreds of millions of dollars worth of supplies!
Who would provide so many supplies for no reason?
And it's... free!
But the uncle-in-law who knows the world knows that the most expensive thing in the world is free!
"Where is his company?"
"88th floor of the Empire State Building."
The uncle-in-law's surprise was exactly the reason why George moved his company to the Empire State Building. A well-known office space gives outsiders the feeling of... pomp.
At the arrival of the New Year, Zhenhua Company, which has upgraded its guns and cannons, has not only gotten rid of last year's grass-roots team and become a company with hundreds of employees, but also moved into the Empire State Building. At this time, almost one-third of the floors of the Empire State Building are vacant, and the rent is so cheap that it is outrageous.
The next morning, the uncle and his party came to the Empire State Building.
In the spacious conference room, while the uncle was looking at George, George was also looking at the famous uncle.
This guy... is a famous corrupt official.
Is it reliable to hand over the materials to him?
Oh, by the way, it's not to hand it over to him, but to contact him. The transportation and delivery of materials are all my responsibility. If I don't keep it steady, how can I get them to cooperate with me?
But over there... there are corrupt officials everywhere!
But on second thought, those materials are guns and ammunition. Those people can't sell guns and ammunition on the black market.
"Mr. George is so young, and he has made such achievements. He is really the glory of the Chinese people."
Facing the compliment of the uncle, George smiled.
"Mr. Song is polite. It's just a coincidence. When luck comes, no one can stop it."
Sometimes, luck can explain everything. Especially when some things cannot be explained, George can't say... it's all the help of the system.
In fact, system dad, that's also luck.
After a simple politeness, the uncle finally got to the point and asked.
"I received a secret telegram from the embassy in the UK saying that Mr. George is going to donate a large amount of military supplies to the country, and up to 10,000 tons?"
"The number is wrong!"
George's words made the uncle and others stunned, but at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief.
I said, there would be so many people donating supplies.
The uncle, who was originally respectful, leaned back slightly, and the whole person relaxed a lot.
After all, the mentality of dealing with ordinary people and dealing with billionaires is completely different.
Just at this time, a light word came into the ears of the uncle.
"It's 80,000 tons!"
The uncle said in shock.
"What!"
In fact, everyone stood up in surprise, and even Zhu Yihai and others looked at the boss in astonishment.
Eighty thousand tons of military supplies!
This kid is not going to steal people!
That's eighty thousand tons!
Instantly, everyone's eyes fell on George, and all kinds of thoughts came to people's minds.
In the spacious conference room, the atmosphere seemed a little weird, with only the breathing of the crowd.
Under the gaze of the crowd, George took out a cigarette and a lighter.
"Da"!
In the crisp sound of the lighter, the uncle-in-law came back to his senses, took a deep breath and said.
"Really?"
After lighting the cigarette and taking a puff, George shook his head.
"No, it should be 87,562 tons."