Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 8 Chinatown

"Can everyone participate?" If there is an investment project that can bring three times the profits for the entire ship, but Cross rejects it, then once the crew knows about it, Cross may no longer be able to command Move the crew.

"Of course, this is to thank everyone for taking care of me! As long as everyone on our ship can invest, I will register how much each person invested, and after the goods are handed over at the port, they will directly return three times the investment. I also Only accept investment from our crew, do you understand what I mean?" Of course, Fang Lang hopes that the more people who invest, the better, and the larger the amount, the better, but if this is said by himself, others may doubt whether it will would be a scam.

  So Fang Lang deliberately guided, making Cross feel that this opportunity is very precious, and he took everyone to make a fortune just to thank the crew for their care.

   "What if my friend is also interested?" Cross obviously thought of a way to expand his income.

   "Sorry, I only accept investment from our crew. As for the amount of investment from the crew, it depends on the individual's own financial situation." Fang Lang is also worried that if there is too much investment, there will not be enough place to store the purchased cigarettes. Because the amount of cargo on board is uniformly planned by the naval logistics department, rather than the ship itself.

   "Fang, thank you! I understand, I will call all the crew to inform everyone of the good news." Captain Cross obviously fully understood Fang Lang's thoughts.

   Soon the good news spread on the ship, everyone was very excited, and people kept coming to ask Fang Lang if there was really such a good thing. Fang Lang also gave affirmative answers one by one, because many people said that they did not have so much cash on them, and hoped that Fang Lang could give them time to raise funds. In the end, Fang Lang agreed to extend the investment deadline to after arriving in Hong Kong It took 24 hours for everyone to leave contentedly.

  Originally, after the ship docked, because the ship had to load and unload cargo and overhaul the ship, all people could only take one day off in rotation, but everyone considered Fang Lang's big business needs to operate, so they agreed that Fang Lang would not be on duty.

  At the same time, considering that everyone has the need to raise funds, the entire crew will be divided into two groups on the first day and go ashore in turn to raise funds for half a day.

  After the Charles Joss docked, Fang Lang and the first crew members who disembarked couldn't wait to rush into New York City.

  Although New York in this era is not as prosperous as later generations, it is already one of the few metropolises in this era. Walking on the street full of people, Fang Lang felt a sense of alienation traveling through time and space. He stood in the middle of the road and watched the flow of people passing by. After a long while, Fang Lang yelled fiercely: "New York, here I come .”

  Scared passers-by thought it was crazy, and hid far away. The performance of the people around him had no effect on Fang Lang at all. Fang Lang laughed like a madman and ran wildly in the middle of the street, venting the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart since crossing.

   It wasn't until two policemen stepped forward to block the way that Fang Lang recovered. Fortunately, the police saw that the military uniform on his body was that of the US military. Although they didn't know which army his armband belonged to, they didn't make things difficult for him.

  As a Chinese, since arriving in New York, the first place I can think of is Chinatown. So Fang Lang came directly to Chinatown. The first thing he had to do was to find a way to sell the two Luger P08s in his hand in exchange for funds.

  Although he believes that he can raise a lot of funds from the crew, the more his own funds, the better. While he was still blindly looking for sales channels in Chinatown, a young Chinese man in a slightly worn-out gray plaid suit stepped forward and greeted Fang Lang.

"Hey! Sir, is this your first visit to Chinatown?" Wan Chongxin had already seen from a distance that this Chinese man in military uniform had been walking aimlessly in Chinatown for a long time, and it was obviously his first time here. Chinatown. And as a dentist (that is, an intermediary) who has just entered the industry, this is obviously his target customer.

Although several colleagues have seen this client and did not come forward to say hello, Wan Chongxin understands that everyone has consideration for being a soldier, but as a newcomer in the industry, if he can't seize this opportunity, maybe tomorrow he and his sister He was on the verge of starvation, so he finally mustered up the courage to approach him.

   Listening to the mandarin with an obvious Hokkien accent talking to him, Fang Lang felt an unreasonable sense of intimacy, and finally heard the familiar mandarin again.

   "That's right, it's my first time in New York." Although everyone is Chinese, not all of them have tears in their eyes when they meet fellow villagers outside. So Fang Lang still maintained a certain degree of precaution, and just answered lightly.

"Sir, don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I'm an intermediary, that is, the original dental office. I saw that you seemed to be here for the first time, so I don't know if there is anything I can help you with." Looking at Fang Lang obviously With vigilant eyes, Wan Chongxin quickly explained.

   Hearing that it was an intermediary, Fang Lang nodded and smiled and said: "I really need some help, I don't know how you charge."

"It depends on what kind of service you need. If you just need someone to show you the way, you can just give ten cents. If you need to rent a house or do business, we will draw a commission according to the amount." Wan Chong When I believed that Fang Lang really needed help, the stone in my heart fell to the ground, and the living expenses of myself and my sister were settled tomorrow.

Looking carefully at the young man in front of him, both his accent and appearance proved his Chinese identity. He was wearing an old gray plaid suit whose original color could not be seen clearly, and the frayed cuffs showed that the young man's family in front of him The conditions were not very good, and the thin clothes he wore in the cold season, as well as his slightly unconfident expression, also showed that he was not a successful businessman.

  Fang Lang didn't mind helping a group of fellow villagers from other countries. He said: "I have two German Luger pistols in my hand. I heard from my American comrades-in-arms that this kind of thing can be sold at a good price in the United States. If you can help me find a high-quality buyer, you How much is the handling fee?"

"Sir, if it's a business, we usually charge 1% of the transaction amount. But you are a soldier, and the spoils you get on the battlefield are in exchange for your life. I will take 0.5%. Do you think it's okay?" ?I guarantee that the buyer I found for you is not a middleman and can give you a satisfactory price. You can go to the street and ask a few people on the street for the points of the handling fee, and there will never be a lower offer than mine. "

  If Fang Lang goes to find a buyer by himself, I believe he can find it, but it will definitely take longer, but Fang Lang's time is very tight now, and he has no time to waste looking for a buyer. In addition, Fang Lang also felt that the quotation was not too high, so he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, if you can satisfy me this time, I don't mind introducing you to a bigger business."

  Wan Chongxin was overjoyed when he saw Fang Lang nodded in agreement. If he wanted him to introduce a buyer of other commodities, he might not be able to do it. However, for the collection of arms and weapons, he happened to know a very powerful buyer.

   "Thank you for your trust, I will take you there now, please follow me." Wan Chongxin led Fang Lang out of Chinatown while speaking.

On the way, I didn’t forget to introduce the buyer to Fang Lang. It turned out that the arms collector he knew was the father of his sister Wan Xin, a veteran of World War I, and now he runs a taxi shop with great strength. Small.

According to my sister and him, this person offered a reward of fifty dollars for finding a Luger P08 artillery pistol. Her classmates also searched for it on his father’s birthday, hoping to give it to his father as a birthday present. Unfortunately, It has never been found.

   Now Fang Lang's arrival is a match made in heaven, although I don't know if the Luger P08 in Fang Lang's hand is an artillery model. But at least it's an authentic Luger P08 isn't it?

  (end of this chapter)