Chapter 150: Republic of China: Starting from the First Class of Whampoa Chapter 150 Two Letters

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

In an independent office, Sam introduced Lv Muzhi to the privileges he could enjoy as a shareholder.

"Lv, Mr. Luo said your country is at war. As his shareholder, Mr. Luo is grateful for your support. If you need penicillin, you can obtain it at the normal price, though it is limited and must be allocated based on battlefield casualty conditions."

"Limited? How limited?"

"You know, rarity increases value. Once this specific anti-inflammatory medicine hits the market, its price will surely skyrocket. Quantity cannot be too widespread; it must be controlled by only a few, otherwise the price cannot be driven up. Of course, as a shareholder, you can also profit greatly from it."

"Profit? My country is at war, my soldiers are waiting for medicine. How could I bear to limit its use and profit from it?"

"This... is difficult..." Sam looked somewhat embarrassed.

Lv Muzhi thought for a moment and said: "I request ten thousand doses of penicillin per month. Additionally, Pacific Pharmaceutical Company must fully supply me with sulfa anti-inflammatory medicine to make up for the medicine shortage. The cost will be deducted from my dividends."

"Ten thousand? Absolutely impossible. I can guarantee full supply of sulfa medicine, but ten thousand doses of penicillin per month is too many. Ordinary wounded can use sulfa anti-inflammatory medicine just fine. This is to ensure penicillin's scarcity, and also for the shareholders of Pacific Pharmaceutical."

"Believe me, Lv, using sulfa medicine and penicillin together is sufficient."

Lv Muzhi stepped back: "I understand the shareholders' desire to make a fortune, so I can only step back further."

"First, guarantee full supply of sulfa medicine, with the supply chain handled by my father-in-law's Zhu Family."

"Second, the quantity of penicillin doses must be no less than eight thousand per month. Rest assured, besides use by the Youth Army, it will definitely not flow into the market at low prices."

"Seven thousand..."

"Eight thousand!"

"Seven thousand five hundred at most, no more!"

"Alright then." Lv Muzhi finally accepted the quantity of seven thousand five hundred.

Sam thought for a moment and said: "Lv, to be honest, Mr. Luo does not want to see Japan's power spread, but cannot directly intervene. If you can deal a heavy blow to the Wang Jingwei Regime, I think this monthly quantity of seven thousand five hundred doses of specific anti-inflammatory medicine can still be met as much as possible, based on your guarantee to use it for the Counter-invasion War."

The two chatted in the office all night. Lv Muzhi finally provided an important piece of information: he could try to contact Einstein of Hans State. He had visited him when he went to Hans State years ago, and after returning home they occasionally exchanged letters.

However, Lv Muzhi found communication with him somewhat difficult. Einstein thought some of Lv Muzhi's physical ideas were bold, but his fundamentals were very poor. When mentioning the possible nuclear program in Hans State, Mr. Einstein was very shocked that a general like Lv Muzhi actually knew about such things.

"Sam, listen to me. I have a letter for Mr. Einstein. We are pen pals. You go find an American physicist named Oppenheimer. I met this young man when trading stocks in the United States. I think if the two of them chat together, they might gain a lot. Believe me, you will eventually gain a lot."

Sam widened his eyes, half-believing and half-doubting, and put the letter into his pocket.

That night, a surprising change occurred: the Battalion Commander, who originally had a bullet in his abdomen and persistent high fever, saw his body temperature begin to drop significantly, and his pulse became much steadier and stronger.

Obviously, the fever had broken.

Other wounded with lighter injuries also saw much improvement in their inflammation.

The Hans State doctors clicked their tongues in amazement, never expecting there to be an anti-inflammatory medicine more effective than sulfa medicine.

Until the next morning, that Battalion Commander actually regained consciousness. Although still weak, the high fever had completely subsided, and the inflammation had greatly improved.

The Dean looked at the nursing records and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "A miracle! Simply a miracle! This effect is much faster and stronger than sulfa medicine! This brother's life has been pulled back from the Ghost Gate!"

Sam, carrying his agreement with Lv Muzhi, hurriedly returned on his journey home.

Seeing Sam leave, William stepped forward and asked: "Lv, this specific anti-inflammatory medicine is indeed very effective, but the price isn't cheap, right?"

Lv Muzhi shook the medicine in his hand and smiled: "The price of one bottle will far exceed gold many times over in the future."

"In the future?" William asked, puzzled.

"You saw its effect. I won't hide it from you: currently only one enterprise can produce it, and that enterprise is hoarding this specific anti-inflammatory medicine. As for the purpose, it is to put it on the market in the future, drive up the price, and make a fortune."

Lv Muzhi leaned close to William: "I know your country is an ambitious country. In the near future, you will urgently need this specific anti-inflammatory medicine."

William smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is probably not something someone of my level can know. Don't waste your effort on me."

Lv Muzhi took out a letter and said: "I can guarantee that in the future, the price of one ton of this medicine will be worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Not because of production process limitations, but because of monopoly. Take this letter to General Gud. I have a cheap channel here. My conditions are in the letter. By the way, take two doses of specific anti-inflammatory medicine back to try. Consider it my gift to General Gud."

William half-believingly and half-doubtingly put away the letter and also prepared to return home to send a letter.

In the letter to William, Lv Muzhi detailed the future blueprint of Hans State's territorial expansion and the price needed behind it. Among them, purchasing Lv Muzhi's affordable specific anti-inflammatory medicine as a strategic reserve was absolutely indispensable. As for what Lv Muzhi needed, it was nothing more than some tanks and fighter planes.

Lv Muzhi sent out two letters, then remembered his arsenal in the Southwest.

Currently, the military factory can be self-sufficient in light weapons, especially bullets. An army of fifty thousand can fight openly without problem. After all, the Young Marshal's production equipment and workers are still operating in his own factory.

As for artillery, mountain guns, infantry guns, and anti-tank guns under 75 caliber can now be produced domestically. Larger caliber artillery needs to be imported.

Tanks can produce T Tanks and their series of modified models.

Aircraft are the American Hawk Three production line specially supplied to the Principal for filling lines, assisting imported fighter planes in deploying combat. The subsequent goal is to introduce and import more advanced American fighter planes.

Thinking of this, Lv Muzhi remembered his home in the Southwest. He opened the pocket watch. Inside was a small family photo. His son is this year... what should his name be?)