Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Chapter 681: Collecting Anti-Japanese Donations from the Japs (Part )

"From now on, any merchant ship of yours that passes through this waterway will have the responsibility to voluntarily maintain the safety and stability of the waterway.

Everyone has to contribute money and effort, do you hear me?"

"I heard it, I heard it."

"What kind of cargo is on board your ship?"

"It's all cotton yarn."

The Japanese leader was terrified when he said this, fearing that the man in front of him would get in a bad mood and take away all the cotton yarn on the ship.

"Well, according to our standards, you have to pay 500% of the waterway maintenance fee, which is oceans. Is there any problem?"

"No no."

The Japanese leader felt relieved when he saw that the man in front of him had no intention of robbing directly. Although the loss of 10% was a lot, it was much better than losing everything.

"Go get ready."

"Master Si, we'll go get it right away. I want to ask, is there any official name for this money? If the company leader asks about it later, I can answer it, and I can also have an explanation when I pass through this waterway in the future."

This question stumped Brother Yun and it was difficult to answer for a while.

Brother Yun thought for a while and said, "Then let's call it the Anti-Japanese Donation."

The Japanese merchant ship manager's mouth twitched when he heard these words. How the hell is he collecting anti-Japanese donations from a Japanese?

This Japanese soldier was really powerless to complain. There was nothing he could do as the situation was stronger than him. Even if the people in front of him said they wanted to kill Tianhuang, he could only let them do it.

The Japanese quickly took out a bunch of military promissory notes and handed them to Brother Yun.

Brother Yun kicked over the pile of Japanese military notes in front of him and cursed: "Now this thing is just a pile of waste paper. I can take out a pile of military notes with a newer denomination than yours.

If you dare to fool me again, I will kill all the devils on your ship."

The Japanese leader was slapped in the face and had no choice but to take all the money on the ship. He didn't have time to count them and just handed them all to us.

Brother Yun took out 6 silver dollars from the pile and threw them in front of the Japanese leader. The silver dollars hit the deck and made a metallic collision sound: "Just now when we were boarding the ship, we accidentally killed six Japanese. We are reasonable, so this is compensation."

In those days, about 5 silver dollars could buy a pig, and these 6 silver dollars were just enough to buy a pig.

When the Japanese leader heard the sound of silver dollars colliding, he felt it was extremely ironic that six locusts were equivalent to a Chinese pig.

This was something that I could never imagine before, but now that this scene is happening right in front of me, I can only comfort myself that the situation is stronger than me.

Brother Yun estimated that the Japanese warships would arrive soon, so he asked someone to keep the silver dollars. After returning, he would count them carefully and hand them over to the public account as subsequent military expenses.

"Okay, we won't bother you anymore. Please ensure safe navigation. You can also pass on our latest requirements to your Japanese merchant ships.

Yes, we only collect anti-Japanese donations from your devilish merchant ships."

After saying that, Brother Yun led the team to evacuate. During this process, the muzzle of the Gatling gun on our warship never left these Japanese devils from beginning to end.

"Fourth Master, please stay!"

The Japanese leader stopped Brother Yun when he was about to return to our warship.

"Why? Is there anything else?"

Brother Yun turned his head, and a cold chill flashed in his eyes, which stimulated the Japanese leader so much that he shivered.

"Look, I heard you produce Pegasus brand cigarettes?"

"What's wrong? Didn't your Japanese military ban our cigarettes from being sold in the occupied areas because they saw that they were selling so well?" Brother Yun asked with a cold face and confusion.

"Yes, General."

When the Japanese leader heard Brother Yun's tone soften, he also changed the way he addressed him.

"Then what do you mean?"

"General, what I mean is that since you can't sell it directly, can you please give me these Pegasus cigarettes and I will sell them!"

"what?"

Brother Yun was completely confused by the Japs' words. What the hell was going on?

The Japs want to do business with us?

“Can you sell it?”

Brother Yun was a little bit unconvinced. We ourselves had difficulty breaking through the Japanese blockade and could only sell in rural areas. It was difficult to sell in big cities like Shanghai and Suzhou that were occupied by the Japanese. How could this Japanese say it could be sold?

If this Japanese cigarette can really be sold, it would be a good thing for me. After all, the consumption capacity of this cigarette in rural areas is still relatively weak, and the consumption capacity in cities is still stronger.

"Yes, General. Since your packaging can't be sold, we can change it. Anyway, everyone recognizes your taste, and they may not care about the specific packaging.

As long as there is a way to sell it, isn't that enough? "

Seeing that Brother Yun was interested in this matter, the Japanese leader explained it in more detail.

"Well, since you can sell it, why not give it a try?"

Brother Yun nodded, and then quoted the Japanese a price of 120% of the factory price. Unexpectedly, the Japanese actually agreed readily.

"General, I hope you can help prepare the goods. It would be best if you can give us the cigarettes in bulk so that we can take them away when we come back.

The first batch may not be large, so let’s make 100 boxes first.”

"Okay, then prepare 100 boxes and see how strong you are."

"You seem so confident, do you have a background in the Japanese military?"

Brother Yun still had some concerns, so he asked.

The person in charge of the Japanese merchant ship waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, he used to serve in the Osaka Division, and then before leaving for China, he was injured in training and retired.

I definitely don’t have Chinese blood on my hands.”

"I'll trust you for now. If I find out that you have Chinese blood on your hands, I will use a Gatling gun to beat you into a pulp!"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

The Japanese soldier wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.