After dinner, Luo Changsheng counted all the things in the warehouse and called Zhu Gang over. He had been making money and spending money these days, but Luo Changsheng had not seen the account book yet.
"Captain, we snatched this money from the Miyamoto Trading Company.”
"This sum of money is compensation from Ichiro Inoue and the others.”
"This sum of money was sent by Zhao Erhu.”
"Chief Officer Fang sent this over."
Luo Changsheng was shocked. When he started to look at the account book, he immediately knew how rich he was.
Luo Changsheng had a total of 2.1 million yuan in cash.
This amount of money was a huge sum in this era. If one were to eat their fill, one dollar could feed a person for a month.
In addition, there were also some immeasurable valuables that were directly moved over.
Especially those things in the warehouse of the cost trading company, they were probably worth a lot, but Luo Changsheng didn't have the time to count them at this time.
"We spent a total of 19,000 yuan on all kinds of things these few days.”
All the expenses had been calculated. If it was in the past, not to mention 19,000 yuan, even 1,900 yuan would have scared Zhu Gang to the point of peeing his pants. The most money he had ever seen was 500 yuan.
"Tomorrow morning, bring a group of brothers and deposit all our money into the bank. As for those valuables, just rent a safe in the bank and change all the money into US dollars.”
Luo Changsheng thought for a moment and said.
Although it was now 1935 and society was still relatively stable, Luo Changsheng did not want to take out some things after they were deposited.
After the outbreak of the war, the Japanese dared to rob all the banks, but they did not dare to rob European and American banks.
Even if there was, it would have happened during the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor. Luo Changsheng was very clear about that time.
As for exchanging all the currencies into US dollars, it was also to preserve their value. After the war began, the French currency began to depreciate. After 1939, all the world currencies except the US dollar depreciated.
Luo Changsheng didn't want his notes to become waste paper, so he had to exchange them for US dollars before they depreciated.
Zhu Gang agreed as he recorded.
After he was done, he called Sun Anmin in.
"How are the candidates?"
Luo Changsheng assigned Sun Anmin an instructor, but the commander of the artillery was still Sun Anmin.
Although those people looked decent just now, if they really fought, these people were not of much use.
"Captain, don't worry. I've already selected more than 20 people, and they're all quite smart. There'll be another batch coming tomorrow, so there'll be a total of 30 people. Including me and Instructor Luo, they'll be able to handle these eight cannons.”
Sun Anmin said very happily. He did not dare to dream that he would be able to open fire one day. Now, not only had it come true, but he also had eight mortars under him.
Was this a grassroots team?
Was this a local armed force?
If anyone dared to say that, Sun Anmin would dare to pull their collar and forcefully drag them to the front of our artillery to see if your grass-roots troops have such a thing?
"For the time being, you can call the artillery team. You can continue to choose the number of people.”
This speed of development was not bad. In Sun Anmin's opinion, it was already a rapid development, but in Luo Changsheng's opinion, it was just average.
"Captain, there are plenty of people these days, but the problem is that we don't have that many cannons. Artillery is different from infantry.”
When Sun Anmin saw Luo Changsheng's indifferent expression, he quickly settled the score for Luo Changsheng.
A mortar shell cost at least twenty-five dollars. A box of eight shells would cost two hundred dollars. If he were to train so many artillery soldiers, the money spent would be astronomical.
"Is your brain acting up again? You don't have to worry about what I told you before. You just have to train well. In the future, if you lack artillery shells, come find me. Go out and call Zhao Tiezhu in.”
Seeing Luo Changsheng writing and drawing, Sun Anmin sighed and went out to call Zhao Tiezhu in.
In Sun Anmin's heart, Luo Changsheng was like a nouveau riche. Although he knew that Luo Changsheng had made a lot of money, this amount of money was not enough to raise an artillery.
"What's wrong with Old Sun? Why are you pouting about this?"
Compared to the others, Zhao Tiezhu and Luo Changsheng had a closer relationship, so after coming in, he picked up Luo Changsheng's cigarette on the table and lit it.
"Let's not talk about him first. How many people do we have now?”
Luo Changsheng had to have a complete understanding of his team.
"If all of them are added up, there are more than 240 people in total. Old Sun's artillery team has more than 30 people, Qian Liang has more than a dozen machine guns, and Li Deqiang has trained six or seven drivers, but I don't think those people drive very well.”
Zhao Tiezhu's talent was not bad. He counted on his fingers and told them everything. In just a few days, the team had already grown tenfold. Of course, their combat skills were not that good.
"In the future, we will leave a hundred people here. The rest will go out of the city. Find someone to choose a flat place and we will build some training facilities there.”
Luo Changsheng was drawing something on the paper as he spoke. Zhao Tiezhu couldn't understand what it was.
In the 21st century, Luo Changsheng had been a soldier, so he naturally knew how important the 400-meter obstacle was to soldiers.
Therefore, Luo Changsheng was drawing those things. He did not expect the soldiers to be reborn, but they could not be the same as they were now.
"The Lijiatun area outside the city is fine. Although it's a little far from the capital, it's quiet. Moreover, it's beside the official road, so cars can run.”
Zhao Tiezhu's unwed wife was in Lijiatun. Luo Changsheng had followed her there before, so he naturally knew the advantages of that place. Zhao Tiezhu was obviously doing business privately.
"If you have time, bring the betrothal gifts. Do what you need to do, so that you don't have to be scratched by a cat every day.”
Zhao Tiezhu's face turned red after Luo Changsheng revealed his thoughts…
However, Zhao Tiezhu did not mention that his wife had a cousin who was quite compatible with Luo Changsheng…
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