After thinking for a few days, Wang Zhenyu felt more and more that this batch of military supplies was too hot to handle. If he had gotten his hands on these supplies earlier and withdrawn with Wang Longzhong, things would have been better.

  It's no longer possible now, Wang Zhenyu can believe in the loyalty of his subordinates, but he cannot believe in their strength.

  These supplies are now secretly hidden in the barracks, and it will be dangerous to leave the defense zone. So I can only think of ways to deal with them locally, and if they can all be exchanged for money, that would be the best.

  During the Republic of China era, the actual level of military industrial production was extremely backward. Any warlord who could grasp a munitions factory would be able to stand out in this historical period.

  Why was the Zhili clique able to resist the Anhui clique, which controlled the central government and received large amounts of military aid from Japan? It was because Cao Kun and Wu Peifu firmly grasped control of the Hanyang Arsenal and Gongxian Arsenal. Why was the Fengtian clique able to fight its way into the Yangtze River valley? It was because Zhang Zuolin had control of the Fengtian Arsenal, one of the four major arsenals of the Republic of China. The only exception was perhaps the Northern Expeditionary Army of the Nationalist Government, which unified the country not by relying on the Guangzhou Shiying Arsenal, whose production capacity was too small, but rather by relying on military aid from Soviet Russia, who did not have good intentions.

  But anyway, Wang Zhenyu now really wants to find a foreign aid, preferably one filled with internationalist spirit. As for the name of traitor, he is not afraid, history after all is written by the victors, and when he seizes national power, this inglorious history can be brushed aside with a stroke!

  What makes you think others will help a small-time player like you with no money, no influence, and no territory? Do you think foreigners are doing charity work? They just come to China looking for revolutionary comrades, old friends, and then give you 20 billion US dollars in interest-free loans plus N sets of military equipment to play with. When the time limit is up, they tell you that you don't even need to repay the principal and interest. Will such a good thing happen in this world? Go ahead and dream your Chinese dream!

  Every time Wang Zhenyu thinks about this, he feels very tragic. Looking at those who have crossed over, they are all desperately buying arms to expand their troops and strengthen themselves. Only when it comes to Wang Zhenyu does he not buy them, but instead has to go sell arms. It's really a waste, if the military enthusiasts and history buffs of later generations were to find out, wouldn't they scold him for being a stupid pig?

  But there's no way, it's not yours and you can't take it away, if you insist on taking it away, then you'll have to find someone to exchange it for cash.

  Wang Zhenyu had been to several foreign firms, and they also understood the rules, didn't ask much, just asked more, but even if they did, the timid and cautious Wang Zhenyu wouldn't answer.

  After inquiring all the way, the general price of Hanyang-made goods was finally figured out. Before the revolution, a Hanyang-made rifle cost 40 yuan, but after the outbreak of the revolution, the demand for military supplies increased significantly everywhere. However, since the Hanyang Arsenal fell into the hands of the revolutionary army, many provinces that originally relied on the Hanyang Arsenal for supplies were now completely out of stock. Both the revolutionary army and the Qing army are frantically establishing new troops and expanding their forces. The current arms trade has basically become a seller's market, with the price of Hanyang-made rifles soaring from 20 yuan to 80 yuan, but even this can only be supplied on a small scale.

  10,000 Han Yang rifles, enough to arm a new town's military. Wang Zhenyu originally thought it would be easy to get rid of them, but when he arrived at the concession, he found that these foreign firms couldn't afford them. It seemed like everyone was seriously short on cash, and Wang Zhenyu couldn't help but worry again.

  The concession was so big that all the major firms had more or less dabbled in the arms trade, and Wang Zhenyu's group quickly caught the attention of those who were interested. As for the price, within half a day, it had risen from 40 yuan to 100 yuan.

  That is to say, if Wang Zhenyu makes a move, it would be 1 million silver dollars in his pocket, which is not a small sum. However, when Wang Zhenyu heard the intermediary's quote, he felt not an opportunity but a hint of danger, and decided to leave the concession immediately. Wealth should not be revealed, and now there are only two people with him, Ma Xicheng and Zhao Dongsheng. If someone had ideas about him, it would be troublesome, being killed and thrown into the Yangtze River to feed fish wouldn't be anything unusual, Wang Zhenyu knew what his compatriots were like when faced with money.

  Didn't you do the same thing a few days ago? As for the disposal of this batch of arms, let's talk about it at an appropriate time.

  Knowing when to retreat is probably one of Wang Zhenyu's greatest advantages in later generations!

  Just as they were walking to the dock, they encountered a heroic opportunity to save a beauty.

  "Little sister, don't be afraid, come and play with us brothers, don't go!"

  Wang Zhenyu and his two companions saw from a distance five men dressed as workers harassing two terrified girls who were shaking all over near the dock, while most passersby just glanced at them and hurried away. It seems that condoning evil is indeed one of the "fine traditions" of the Chinese nation. However, there are always exceptions to tradition. Seemingly motivated by a sense of justice, Wang Zhenyu and his two companions quietly approached the scene.

  "Get out of here, you stinky thugs! If you don't make way for us, we'll call the police!"

  The one surrounded was Ye Zhiwen, the eldest daughter of the famous comprador family Ye, who was only fifteen years old this year. She was in her youth and should have been lively and mischievous, but at this moment she was so scared that tears were about to fall from her eyes. She regretted not listening to her father's words. Although her father had repeatedly told her not to go out, she still took the opportunity of her father being away from home to secretly change into men's clothes with her maid Xiaoyue and ran out of the house, and her motive was just to take a look at Wuchang City across the Yangtze River which had already been liberated.

  Young girls are always full of romance and fantasy towards revolution that ordinary people can't understand.

  As a result, the man dressed himself and hadn't even reached the riverbank when he and his personal maid, Xiaoyue, were recognized by these five experienced rascals. Although Ye Ziyun was only fifteen years old, she knew something about worldly affairs; she knew that these people repeatedly entangling her had no good intentions, but unfortunately, she had sneaked out secretly and didn't bring a bodyguard with her, now even if she wanted to escape, there was no way.

  "Are we stinky thugs? Little girl, take a good look, this is our inspection team's Xia Douyin, Captain Xia. Do you know what we do? It'll scare you to death if I say it out loud, but we're the anti-Manchu revolutionary army, and now that the revolution has succeeded, your good days as rich people are coming to an end. In the future, it'll be us who sit on the throne. Our Big Brother Xia thinks you're quite pretty and wants to promote you, so don't be ungrateful." One of the men in his thirties said with great pride, showing off to Ye Ziyun.

  "It's like this, Xia Dage has taken a liking to you, that means he thinks highly of you. So just obediently follow us to Wuchang and become an official's wife, haha!" The other men chimed in agreement.

  The man known as Xia Dage stood on one side, smiling at Ye Zhiwen, who had lost her composure. His real name was Xia Douyin, and he looked quite dignified, indeed holding the position of captain in the military government's inspection team. Today, he had planned to take a few younger brothers from the inspection team to Hankou Concession to have some fun, but unexpectedly, all the brothels had raised their prices due to good business, and the money they brought was not enough for them to play. Helpless, they could only return to Wuchang with a belly full of evil fire, but as soon as they walked to the dock, they met the little girl in front of them who made him amazed. Xia Douyin was not like Wang Zhenyu, an inexperienced man, and at first glance, he recognized that these two were beautiful girls disguised as men. The delicate face, elegant temperament, fair skin, slender figure, and most importantly, the sparkling eyes and eyebrows of the little girl thoroughly ignited his desire to conquer her. He decided to take this prettiest little girl back with him, and as for the other one beside her, he would let his younger brothers play with her.

  The most obvious result of the revolution is that it thoroughly awakened the "master" consciousness of dockworkers who were originally oppressed and exploited on the concession docks, but this master consciousness seems to be somewhat deformed, lacking a sense of protection and construction, but full of destructive desires. If we compare it, it's like an eunuch who has been deprived of his power suddenly gaining great authority one day, thinking not about how to do good, but rather eager to demonstrate this power through evil deeds.

  Xia Douyin and others now have a different sense of identity, and they are much bolder in doing things. The timidness of the past has long since disappeared, and now there is only unscrupulousness.

  However, this is the concession area, he thinks it's better to leave early, in case he really attracts the attention of the concession police, it will be troublesome. So he gave a signal to the middle-aged man who was speaking, and the man immediately took action. He grabbed Ye Zhiwen's jade arm and wanted to take her towards the dock without saying a word, while others grabbed Xiaoyue.

  "What kind of revolutionary army are you? You're just a bunch of hoodlums, not even as good as the Manchu people!" The two girls shouted for help while desperately struggling.

  Just by listening to these people talk, Wang Zhenyu knew that they were probably members of the local Hubei gang. In later times, due to the needs of political propaganda, revolutionaries were portrayed as extremely sacred in the eyes of most people. Anyone who was a revolutionary must have had thoughts, awareness, culture, and quality, and be a saint with loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and bravery all rolled into one. However, in reality, the revolutionary ranks were also composed of people, naturally including all sorts of characters. It's only natural that revolution, this life-or-death business, would attract not only young people full of ideals but also these gang members who operate outside the law, as a certain great man put it, "friends from the three mountains and five peaks", truly subtle.

  Uh, it's actually the underworld that later generations are familiar with. Using a definition given by a great man of later generations, I reckon it refers to workers, peasants and cadres. Of course, if these black society elements at the bottom of society can't be educated and transformed into workers, peasants and cadres, what then? No problem, there's another very clear definition - lumpenproletariat, which belongs to those who don't listen to the Party's call, all of whom are to be eliminated.

  Everyone knows the truth, but when it comes to reality, they may not think so.

  These useless things are actually from the same militia as me, thinking about it makes Wang Zhenyu feel ashamed, otherwise I'll go help those two young girls, and have a heroic rescue?

  He turned around to see the two big guys following closely behind him. On one side, Ma Xicheng was still calm and collected, with a nonchalant expression; on the other side, Zhao Dongsheng was clenching his fists and rubbing his palms together, looking like he was itching for a fight.

  Wang Zhenyu shook his head and thought that young people are impulsive. But in fact, among the three of them, Zhao Dongsheng is the oldest.

  It's been about a month since he arrived in this era, and Wang Zhenyu, who has already killed someone with his own hands, is no longer the down-and-out post-80s generation of later generations. He quickly turned his brain and judged the enemy situation in front of him. There is no need to worry too much, since it is a concession, everyone on the body is not allowed to carry weapons by the foreign master. If you really want to fight, there is Zhao Dongsheng, a strong man who can wrestle with cows, next to you, and you will definitely not be at a disadvantage. As for the consequences, there are so many militia in Hubei, as long as you don't stupidly report your name when fighting, where can they find you after the fight? Since it's not much trouble, let's just do it.

  "Wang Zhenyu deliberately glanced at Zhao Dongsheng and said, "Ah, Old Three, these people have lost face for our militia. I really want to teach them a lesson, but there are five of them and only three of us...""

  Zhao Dongsheng didn't even wait for Wang Zhenyu to finish speaking, and patted his chest saying: "Don't worry, I, Zhao the Third, can take care of them all by myself."

  Wang Zhenyu smiled and looked at Ma Xicheng again: "Shall we make a move?"

  Ma Xi Cheng hadn't even reacted yet when Zhao Dong Sheng suddenly charged forward, severely reprimanding Wang Zhen Yu who was trying to make him happy.

  Afraid that Zhao Dongsheng's two fists would be no match for four hands, Wang Zhenyu hastily patted Ma Xicheng on the shoulder and followed him in a charge.