Very good. Just in time for the dance.

The three Japanese spies were shot dead, and they could just dance in peace.

Wear military uniform. Come to the restaurant and eat first.

Yang Lichu had already changed into a moon-white evening dress, making her look tall and graceful with attractive curves.

Zhang Yong looked up and then looked away.

I saw more beauties coming in. They were all pampered young ladies.

Most of the people are young and beautiful. They are also elegantly dressed. All kinds of evening dresses complement each other, and the neon clothes are dancing.

So many beauties!

I really didn't see it.

Look at this, look at that, dazzled.

Suddenly, his line of sight was blocked. He found that Yang Lichu was sitting down, sitting opposite him.

"What?"

"Have you seen enough? Your eyes are about to bulge."

"How can I not get enough of beautiful women? Don't block my view!"

"I'll sit here."

Yang Lichu's expression was cold.

Zhang Yong:???

Is this jealous?

Totally unnecessary!

A playboy like me is not worthy of your jealousy. Just blacklist me immediately.

Seeing her dull face, like a black widow, I couldn't help but tease her.

"Beauty, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Even if there is, are you messing with it now?"

"My fault. I beat him to vent my anger."

"Why did you beat him?"

"There is no reason. I just want to beat someone to vent my anger."

"you……"

Yang Lichu was choked.

This bastard's logical thinking is really...

But she couldn't bear to leave him completely.

Tangled...

I always feel like this guy is very mysterious...

From time to time, one or two sentences come out, and after careful reflection, they are all true.

Occasionally, she even had the illusion that this bastard might be up to something.

He has the potential to be a great stickman...

"You shot everyone, I don't even know how to write a report."

"Just report it truthfully."

"Yantu..."

"Don't mention it."

"Are you ready to keep it for yourself?"

"If you want it, I can give it to you!"

"I do not want it!"

"Then I will sell it for money. When the time comes, we will all have a share."

"Tobacco is a harmful thing. Are you going to sell it for money?"

"Sell it to foreigners. They take it back to their own country."

"What?"

Yang Lichu was stunned.

Sell ​​it to foreigners? Take it back to foreigners?

You are talking nonsense!

How can it be?

"Let me tell you quietly, I seized a batch of foreign soil from the Japanese before and sold it to the Italians. The Italians transported it back to Sicily."

"real?"

"Of course. If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself. I've already reported it to our headquarters."

"So how much did you earn?"

"No money. The Italians paid for it with arms."

"arms?"

"Yes. Futures. Delivery in one year."

"you……"

Yang Lichu was stunned.

I didn’t expect Fuxing Club to be so big.

He actually has the ability to let foreigners transport cigarettes back to his own country for consumption. I'm really convinced.

"Don't tell anyone else!"

"knew."

Yang Lichu didn't know what to say.

It felt like the other party's operation was beyond her knowledge. If he didn't say it, she wouldn't have thought of it.

The foreign soil transported from India traveled around China and then was brought back to Italy.

What kind of operation is this?

"Are you in the tung oil business?" Zhang Yong suddenly changed the subject.

"What? Tung oil?" Yang Lichu was confused.

She knows what tung oil is.

Tung oil, mainly produced in southwest China, is a very special oil with good waterproof properties.

Mainly used for daily maintenance of wooden boats, waterproofing, etc.

"In the future, tung oil will be in great demand."

"Why?"

"Because in a few years, the number of warships in the world will skyrocket. The demand for tung oil will increase dozens or hundreds of times. So will the bristle."

"Bristles? The one who wipes the barrel of the cannon?"

"Yes. You still know it! Its demand will also increase dramatically."

"Why?"

"Because in a few years, the number of heavy artillery in various countries will also increase dramatically."

"How did you know?"

"Guess."

Zhang Yong smiled.

Don't ask. Asking is just guessing.

Special for picking up girls.

He couldn't talk about these two things in too much detail. Otherwise, it would be easy for people to suspect them and then study them in detail.

At this moment, Yang Lichu would never have imagined that these two strange goods, tung oil and pig bristles, would soon become strategic materials. Countries around the world were snatching them.

The Japanese want it.

Beautiful country.
To be continued...