Liu Lang, who completely relaxed his mind and slept all night, was refreshed in the early morning of the next day.

When I opened the door, I saw the door of Chuanzi Station with two big black circles under his eyes.

"What? Did you Section Chief Liu send you to mine? Liu Lang asked with some curiosity.

"Nope." Kawako replied with a bitter face.

"That's like smoking a big cigarette." Liu Lang was even more curious.

Smoking a lot of cigarettes is very common in the Sichuan army, which is known as having two guns, one rifle and one smoking gun, but in the red regime, Liu Lang believes that this is almost impossible.

But this person's face, with a pale face and two panda eyes, is the image of a big smoker!

"Mr. Liu, I wonder how many days you have to stay before leaving?" Chuanzi did not answer Liu Lang's question directly, but asked cautiously.

He came this time, but he came with the order of the company commander. The reason is very simple, Liu Lang's voice yesterday harassed not only a few sentries in front of Liu Lang's gate, but the entire battalion, and almost all of the more than 100 people below the company commander stationed there were staring at the big eyeballs in Liu Lang's subdued and frustrated voice until dawn.

It doesn't matter if you don't sleep all night, and it's important that the red warriors, who have been tortured all night, want to know how long it will last.

"I don't know! That depends on when you Section Chief Liu finds tungsten ore, this time, I don't receive tungsten sand, and I will never go home. Liu Lang replied casually.

In the ghost fight, a group of red soldiers who were listening with their ears pricked up not far away erupted in their hearts.

This legendary god of wealth has not yet been sent, so let's toss people to death first!

Fortunately, the next moment, someone finally came to bring great news.

Wiped the black gunpowder smoke off his face, Liu Yaozu, who was still a big black face, and the section chief Liu Da ran over in a hurry, his dark face glowed with a healthy and obviously excessive luster under the light of the rising sun, if he was given two axes, he would be a black whirlwind.

Oh a god! This grandma's taste is indeed a bit heavy! Liu Lang only bared his teeth with a smile.

"Laughing at what? I have ash on my face again? The young version of the old man, who was inexplicably laughed by Liu Lang, involuntarily took his sleeves and pasted them on his face a few times.

The stains on the sleeves were really all on the sweaty face.

Chuanzi and several Red Army soldiers around him all laughed and laughed.

"Go, twenty meters around the guard, no one is allowed to approach." Section Chief Liu was angry and "obscene".

"Section Chief Liu came here early in the morning, is there something wrong? Still is...... Liu Lang couldn't help laughing and asked.

"Found it, found it, there is really tungsten ore, and it is really black black concentrate." The young version of the old man took out a piece of jet-black shiny ore from the gray cloth bag he was carrying, shook it in front of Liu Lang, and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

From yesterday Liu Lang said that there was tungsten ore in Thrush Pass, to the time he took out the ore, but only twelve hours had passed, and he thought that he had started work overnight. The ancestors of this period! Really。。。。。。 Liu Lang's eyes couldn't help but show admiration.

"Okay, then we can talk about cooperation."

"No, no, the stakes are high, I'm not qualified, several leaders of our regiment are still on the front line, but Secretary Zhong, secretary of the general branch, happens to be there, and he has to make a decision on this matter. Moreover, I must report to the chiefs on your private affairs. The young old man shook his head.

Liu Lang couldn't help but be happy, the old man is young and politically sensitive, he knows that he can't take credit alone, and he is very good at avoiding suspicion, no wonder he can survive many ups and downs in the future.

"Okay, but I ask you to be there, otherwise I won't make this deal." Liu Lang agreed, but put forward a very strange condition.

Since he wants to give credit, of course Liu Lang will not lose the share of the young version of the old man, and Liu Lang is not a saint. If anyone kicks the old man out of here during this time period, Liu Lang will not send in half a piece of Yinyang.

Again, it's easy to put the icing on the cake, but it's hard to send charcoal in the snow, the newly victorious red regime is very high-spirited at this time, and even if Liu Lang wants to get in touch, it is extremely difficult.

It was still in the hall of the green brick county government that Liu Lang saw the thin secretary surnamed Zhong, who was the same age as the old man.

However, when he took the initiative to shake hands with Liu Lang and introduce his name, Liu Lang was startled, although the old leader of the old man Liu Lang had no chance to see was not as big as the old man in the end, but he was famous.

In the future, Secretary Zhong, who was known as the "Oriental Patton" in the Northeast Battlefield, basically did civilian work in the early stage of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, but when he was released to be the chief officer of the field troops, he showed amazing military talent, and even commanded the field army commander who was several levels higher than him in a major battle that followed, and the troops brought out by him personally inflicted heavy losses on the first cavalry division, the most elite American cowboy, on the icy battlefield in the north.

Absolute bull fork characters.

Without much gossip, the future "Oriental Patton" went straight to the point, "Mr. Liu, the Thrush Pass Mine you provided has been confirmed by our army through overnight excavation, and according to the distribution of several pits, the ore reserves are extremely large, and we can basically guarantee the five hundred quintals of tungsten sand you need per month, I don't know, what price you will pay." Once the price is negotiated, we negotiate how to transport it. ”

"If it's five hundred quintals a month, I'll give it this number." Liu Lang smiled and stretched out a finger.

"A thousand silver oceans? Mr. Liu, you are blackmailing, you must know that we used to give Lao Lang fifty loads, but he can give us 600 silver oceans of materials or foreign materials, not to mention, this is still a better black black concentrate. Secretary Zhong's thin face turned red with great anger.

Based on his understanding of the profit-seeking capitalists, this fat man, who is quite treacherous at first glance, will definitely not have the meaning of 10,000 silver oceans, and the price of each load can be as high as 20 silver oceans.

No wonder Zhou Chunwen risked losing his head and came to the red regime to engage in tungsten sand, fifty quintals of 600 silver oceans, a total of only twelve silver oceans per load. However, before Liu Lang came to Jiangxi, he had deliberately inquired with several shareholders of the Chinese Business Group who were familiar with the price of tungsten sand, and now the price of tungsten sand purchased in China has been as high as 50 silver oceans, and the international price is as high as 1300 silver pounds, totaling 65 silver pounds.

Good guy, one in and one out, it's 5 times the profit, this thing is simply comparable to the "conch" of the future!

It is no wonder that three years later, the government issued a ban on six kinds of special minerals that can only be operated by the state and not privately, but private tungsten is repeatedly banned, even if the number exceeds a certain level will kill the head, there are still a large number of traders active in the stage of private tungsten, which is really too profitable.

"What I'm talking about is 10,000 silver oceans, but not all of them are modern oceans." Liu Lang's expression did not move.

"What? Ten thousand? The young version of the old man turned red with excitement and stood up suddenly.

Although it is not obvious, his face is darker, red and black, and he is talking like this.

Anyway, it's up.