Zhu Hongbo couldn't help but smile wryly, "You know the organization's financial situation! Part of that emergency reserve fund was already used to buy medicine last time, and I estimate it will be difficult this time!"

Cheng Xingye said, "We must try to seize this opportunity. We can't let it slip away. I'll contact them about this now. You go back and wait for my news!"

Two hours later, Fang Boyi, who had received the urgent meeting signal, rushed to the agreed location without delay and met Cheng Xingye in the basement in the south of the city.

As soon as he saw Cheng Xingye, he quickly asked, "Old Cheng, why are you in such a hurry to see me? What happened?"

Without delay, Cheng Xingye gave Fang Boyi a detailed report on the whole matter.

"Are you telling the truth? Five boxes of sulfonamides! And a large quantity of the finest Yunnan Baiyao. If it's true, we must get our hands on it at all costs. If this batch of medicine can be sent back to our hometown, its effects will be immeasurable; it will save countless soldiers' lives!"

After listening to Cheng Xingye's report, Fang Boyi became restless. One of the main tasks of the Nanjing underground party organization was to take advantage of Nanjing's developed commerce and abundant resources to procure various supplies that were extremely scarce in the Red Party's base areas, with precious medicines being of paramount importance.

Cheng Xingye glanced at Fang Boyi, hesitated, and finally couldn't help but say, "This batch of medicines is extremely valuable, and the seller's conditions are very demanding. He added 30% to the market price and insisted on payment in US dollars!"

Fang Boyi remained calm and asked, "How much do you need for US dollar settlement?"

Cheng Xingye said, "It's $30,000, and they demand the transaction be completed by tomorrow morning, otherwise they'll move the medicine, and the deal will be void!"

"So you came here this time because—", Fang Boyi realized why Cheng Xingye had come—he was broke!

The underground Communist Party in Nanjing has always faced severe funding shortages. In fact, this was not unique to Nanjing; underground Communist Party activities in various places were also severely lacking in funds.

The main reason was that income was low while expenditures were increasing. The Nanjing underground party organization was doing its best to supply the Red Party base area with resources. The underground party organization did not own many industries, and almost all of the profits it earned were invested in the costs of purchasing and transporting materials.

Last time, some of the reserve funds were used to purchase supplies. This time, it's clear that even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, so he's come to ask for help!

Thinking of this, Fang Boyi couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. If Cheng Xingye had made this request to him three days ago, he would definitely have been at a loss and in a very difficult situation!

But now, it seems fate has intervened! The funds sent by Shadow were just in time. If they had been delivered a few days later and we had missed out on these precious healing medicines, I would have truly regretted it!

With this in mind, Fang Boyi felt reassured. As the saying goes, "With food in your pocket, you won't panic." He smiled slightly and said, "I understand, Lao Cheng, don't worry. This batch of medicines is crucial, and the organization must provide full support!"

I'll send someone to deliver $30,000 to you tonight; I promise the deal won't be delayed.

Fang Boyi's quick and decisive agreement surprised Cheng Xingye. He had actually prepared to talk to Fang Boyi and even had several reasons in mind to persuade Fang Boyi to give him enough financial support to complete the transaction, since it was much more important than the medicine.

But he never expected Fang Boyi to agree so readily, which rendered his preparations completely useless.

Cheng Xingye was still a little uneasy and asked again to confirm, "Old Fang, it's thirty thousand US dollars. Can you really raise it for me tonight?"

Seeing Cheng Xingye's surprised look, Fang Boyi couldn't help but laugh and said, "Old Cheng, what kind of look is that? Do you think I'm such a miser, a penny-pincher?"

This is no joke. We do indeed have ample funds on hand, all in US dollars in cash, ready to be used at any time!

Cheng Xingye was overjoyed. Everything went more smoothly than he had expected. He nodded and said, "That's great, Lao Fang. To be honest, before I came here, I didn't expect the organization to be so supportive. I was very worried that I would miss out on this batch of medicines!"

Fang Boyi chuckled and said, "You're lucky. If you had come a few days earlier, it wouldn't have been this smooth!"

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