Now that the king of Shanxi has already seen it, Liu Lang has no desire to continue to stay in Taiyuan.

He threw a clueless sentence to Comrade Li, who came to see him off: "If you are with the Japanese army, no matter whether you win or lose, my brother must not return to Taiyuan." Then, Liu Lang left behind Comrade Li, who was a little confused, and jumped on the train that was about to start.

In Lao Li's eyes, Liu Lang, who is almost a god stick, can only say this, whether he can save the sad Comrade Li's life is not actually what Liu Lang says, it mainly depends on himself.

If Comrade Li, who was deeply shaken by the military contest between the two armies, vigorously rectified military affairs and trained the soldiers, then the future battle would not have been so miserable, and naturally there would have been no shame in the past. If he is still so chaotic, still losing control of the troops and losing a big defeat, and still stupidly jumping under the muzzle of Comrade Yan's gun, then Liu Lang can only cry out in vain.

The traffic in Taiyuan is quite good, and the Zhengtai Railway, which has been completed for 25 years, can go directly to Shijiazhuang, 250 kilometers away.

It took a full night, and the train, with an average speed of only 30 kilometers per hour, finally brought Liu Lang and the other six people to Shijiazhuang.

After getting off the train, the manager of the Chinese Business Group, who had been waiting on the platform, took a few people to wash up, eat breakfast, and rested briefly, and then got on the train again.

This train is the Pinghan Railway, the main artery of north-south transportation during the Republic of China, starting from Beiping and ending at Hankou in Central China, with a total length of 1,200 kilometers, which is already the fastest means of transportation that Liu Lang can find.

However, the purchase of train tickets during the Republic of China made Liu Lang, who took a civil train during the Republic of China for the first time, couldn't help but burst into a foul language. That's much worse than the Spring Festival migration of the future Republic, and at that time it told you whether there was a seat or not, even if you were standing, you knew in advance, but at this time, the tickets were sold, but the rules were 。。。。。。

It turned out to be on a first-come, first-served basis, to put it bluntly, whoever gets on the bus first will have the seat. As for the place where you don't even stand when you get on the bus, it's good to say, climb on the roof of the car. That strong sense of déjà vu of the Three Kingdoms made Liu Lang can't help but pat his head and say, he can't bear to look at it directly.

Fortunately, the manager of the former Fan family factory of the Chinese Business Group in Shijiazhuang is a clever man, and he spent a high price to buy a sleeper ticket from the Republic of China version of the "scalper".

After a journey of 1,000 kilometers and 70 hours, Liu Lang and his six finally arrived at Hankou, the largest city in Central China and an important transportation hub in Central China.

From here to Nanchang, where Liu Lang wants to go, it is only more than 300 kilometers.

Yes, Nanchang, no, to be exact, Jiangxi, which has just stopped from the war, is the destination of Liu Lang's trip.

Because here, there are not only the people Liu Lang has wanted to see since he came to this world, but also the indispensable things that he wants to develop black technology. And that thing, except for Jiangxi, only Hunan is available in other parts of China, and if you want to buy tungsten sand from Hunan, the largest tungsten mine in China, Liu Lang's plans are probably known not only to the central government, but also to the Japanese.

Yes, tungsten sand, which is the most important material for the production of alloys as a strategic material in all countries of the world, is stared at by countless pairs of eyes wherever it is.

And Jiangxi, I'm afraid everyone doesn't know, is the largest storage of tungsten sand in China, and it is on the territory of the red army that has broken through the fourth encirclement and suppression of the national army.

The bald boss is no longer in Nanchang at this time, he planned for 8 months, mobilized 500,000 troops to encircle and suppress the operation, and two months ago the battle of Caotaigang was announced to end because the bald boss lost three divisions in battle. The red troops, who fought hard for their own survival, tore a big hole in the encirclement of the 500,000-strong army and continued to hold out for more than a month.

The flames of war also disappeared.

In Jiangxi now, the atmosphere is not as tense as when the army gathered, otherwise, Liu Lang and his entourage would not have been able to go to Nanchang in any way with such a conspicuous team of two foreigners.

It is much easier to go to Jiangxi, board a boat from Hankou and go down the river to Jiujiang, and then take a bus from Jiujiang to Nanchang.

That being said, but 200 kilometers of waterway and more than 100 kilometers of land travel by trucks that are not much stronger than the suspension of board trucks, even the energetic little foreign girls have withered a lot.

The small Fan Dagongzi even vomited on the boat and on the car, and he had already been tossed and lost half of his life. Except for Liu Lang himself, none of them knew what Liu Lang was crazy about, and what he was doing after running nearly 3,000 miles from northern China to this place.

What's even more puzzling is that when Liu Lang got on the train in Shijiazhuang, he was no longer Colonel Liu.

It is Manager Liu, the chief manager under Deputy Manager Fan of Huashang Group. The fat man with two thick mustaches, don't you say, the chest is pouting, but he has a very responsible demeanor.

"Head Liu, look 。。。。。" After resting for a long time in a Chinese-style hotel in Nanchang, Fan Ziran, who finally recovered a little bit of vitality, walked into Liu Lang's room with a greeting post.

"I told you a long time ago, call me Manager Liu." Liu Lang glared at Fan Ziran angrily.

This thing is going to kill people! If the secret agents of the national government densely packed in Nanchang City knew that he Liu Lang had come here, not to mention what associations would he have, you know, he can still lead his troops back to the station under the military order! This alone is enough for him Liu Lang to drink several pots.

"But I'm not used to it! Or, call you Boss Liu? Fan Ziran said with a bitter face.

Since he was kicked and fainted by Liu Lang in Rehe for no reason, Fan Dagongzi has left a shadow on Liu Fatzi, and he looks at Grand Master Liu as a subordinate every day, and the shadow area in Fan Dagongzi's heart can also be imagined.

"If you shout, shout, how can there be so much nonsense, remember, this is not better than the north, the national army and that person have just finished fighting, the composition of Nanchang City is extremely complicated, if you want to kill me, I will directly call me Commander Liu, but if you kill Lao Tzu, believe it or not, the 2 million oceans that the Fan family threw into it will be in vain." Liu Lang half-jokingly threatened.

"Steward Liu, this is one of the ten big businessmen in Nanchang who operate various businesses according to your requirements, do you think it is suitable or not? If it is appropriate, I will ask Lao He to cast the prayer post over. As soon as he heard that it had something to do with money, Fan Dagongzi quickly changed his name and entered the role.

If the 2 million oceans are gone, Fan Dagongzi would definitely rather be kicked to death by Liu Lang.

"Dealing in minerals, there is also a branch in Shanghai。。。。。。" Liu Lang looked at the information of the businessman surnamed Zhou collected by the manager of the Huashang Group in Nanchang a week earlier than he arrived in Nanchang and read silently.

By the way, he threw an appreciative look at his "big boss" Fan Gongzi, the person he picked seemed to be very suitable from the current point of view.

was given such a glance by his own "steward", Fan Gongzi suddenly smiled and squinted.

This scene, no matter how you look at it, has a sense of déjà vu of a fat-headed boss and a little assistant. The little girl on the side couldn't help laughing.

"What is this person's background?" Liu Lang glared at the foreign girl who was smiling extremely presumptuously, and continued to manage the domineering side of the matter.

"This person is the son of Zhou Fujiu, the richest man in the early Republic of China, who left the family after becoming an adult, did not touch any business of the family, and operated all kinds of minerals alone, and is now a leader in this kind of business in Jiangxi." Fan Ziran obviously did his homework, as several Jiazhen introduced.

"The richest man in the Republic of China, is it better than your Fan family?" Liu Lang asked curiously.

As for who has money and who doesn't have money in the Republic of China, Liu Lang can know that the four major families are already very good, and the Fan family is because Fan Ziran has an uncle who has a fork.

"Ahem, the Zhou family had a family of 50 million silver in the ninth year of the Republic of China。。。。。。" Fan Ziran looked resentful.

Isn't that a grade at all?

"Poof。。。。。" Liu Lang squirted out a mouthful of hot tea.

PS: First of all, I recommend a friend's new book "The Beacon of the War of Resistance", his writing style is still very fond of it, you can raise it first.

Then, on what the "computer idiot" said in the comment area, I hope to write less bland, Fengyue wrote these plots without war and only development for the accumulation of future wars, if there is no industry and equipment, it will not be able to compete with the Japanese army, what China lacks is never people and blood, what is lacking is equipment, those guns and cannons are not conjured out of thin air, but made little by little. Yes, Fengyue has only known since he consulted the industrial development data of the Republic of China that it was not easy for our ancestors, they fought with flesh and blood against the steel torrent of the Japanese invaders for eight years, no matter who he is, whether he is on the front line or in the rear, the sacrifices made for the country and the nation, we should not forget. These development chapters of Fengyue are also a tribute to the ancestors who have contributed to the development of China's commercial industry and science and technology. At the same time, I also thank the book friends for their suggestions to Fengyue, Fengyue strives to write these development plots not so bland, and thanks to the "computer idiot" book friends.