"Can everyone participate?" If there is an investment project that can bring triple profits to everyone on the ship, but it is rejected by Cross, then once the crew knows about this, Cross may no longer be able to command these crew members.
"Of course, this is to thank everyone for taking care of me! As long as everyone on our ship can invest, I will record how much each person has invested. After the goods are handed over at the port, I will directly return three times the investment. I also only accept investment from our crew members, do you understand what I mean?" Fang Lang certainly hopes that as many people as possible will invest, and the larger the amount, the better, but if he said this himself, others might suspect whether it was a scam.
So Fang Lang deliberately guided Cross to feel that this opportunity was very precious, and he led everyone to make a fortune just to thank the crew for their care.
"What if my friends are interested too?" Cross obviously thought of a way to increase his profits.
"I'm sorry, I only accept investments from our crew members. As for the amount of investment, it depends on their own financial situation." Fang Lang was also worried that if he invested too much, there would not be enough space to store the purchased cigarettes. Because the amount of cargo on the ship is planned by the Navy Logistics Department, not decided by the ship itself.
"Fang, thank you! I understand. I will gather all the crew members and inform everyone of the good news." Captain Cross obviously fully understood Fang Lang's thoughts.
Soon the good news spread on the ship, and everyone was very excited. People kept coming to ask Fang Lang if there was really such a good thing. Fang Lang also gave a positive answer 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. Finally, Fang Lang agreed to extend the investment deadline to 24 hours after arriving at the port, and everyone left with satisfaction.
Originally, after the ship docked, all the people could only take one day off in rotation because the ship had to load and unload cargo and repair the ship. However, considering that Fang Lang's big business needed to run, everyone unanimously agreed that Fang Lang did not need to be on duty.
At the same time, considering that everyone has the need to raise funds, all the crew members will be divided into two groups on the first day and take turns going ashore for half a day to raise funds.
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After the Charles George docked, Fang Lang and the first group of crew members who disembarked could not wait to rush into New York City.
Although New York of this era was not as prosperous as in later times, it was already one of the few metropolises of this era. Walking on the crowded streets, Fang Lang felt a sense of alienation as if he was traveling through time and space. Standing in the middle of the street and watching the people passing by, Fang Lang suddenly shouted, "New York, here I come."
The passers-by around him were so scared that they thought he was a psychopath and ran away from him. However, the behavior of the people around him had no effect on Fang Lang at all. Fang Lang ran wildly in the middle of the street, laughing like a psychopath, venting the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart since he traveled through time.
Fang Lang didn't recover until two policemen stepped forward to block his way. Fortunately, the police saw that the military uniform he was wearing was that of the US military, and although they didn't understand which unit his armband belonged to, they didn't make things difficult for him.
As a Chinese, once he arrived in New York, the first place he could think of was Chinatown. So Fang Lang went directly to Chinatown. The first thing he had to do was to find a channel to sell the two Luger P08s in exchange for funds.
Although he believed that he could raise a lot of money from the crew, the more money he had, the better. Just as he was blindly looking for a way to sell it in Chinatown, a young Chinese man in a slightly worn gray plaid suit came up to Fang Lang and greeted him.
"Hey! Hello, sir. Is this your first time in Chinatown?" Wan Chongxin saw from afar that this Chinese man in military uniform had been walking aimlessly in Chinatown for a long time. It was obviously his first time in Chinatown. As a new broker, this man was obviously his target customer.
Although several colleagues had seen this client but did not come forward to say hello, Wan Chongxin understood that everyone was considerate of the soldiers. However, as a newcomer in the industry, if he did not seize this opportunity, he and his sister might go hungry tomorrow. So he finally plucked up the courage to go forward and talk to him.
Hearing someone speaking Mandarin with a distinct Hokkien accent speaking to him gave Fang Lang an inexplicable sense of familiarity; he finally heard the familiar Mandarin again.
"Yes, it's my first time in New York." Although everyone is Chinese, not everyone is tearful when they meet each other. So Fang Lang still maintained a certain degree of caution and only answered calmly.
"Sir, don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I'm an intermediary, from the former dental firm. I see that it seems like you're here for the first time, and I wonder if there's anything I can do to help you." Seeing Fang Lang's obviously wary eyes, Wan Chongxin hurriedly explained.
When he heard it was an agent, Fang Lang nodded and smiled, "I do need some help. I wonder how much you charge."
"That depends on what kind of service you need. If you just need someone to show you the way, you can just give us ten cents. If you need to rent a house or do business, we will charge a commission based on the amount." When Wan Chongxin heard that Fang Lang really needed help, he felt relieved. He and his sister had a plan for tomorrow's living expenses.
I looked carefully at the young man in front of me. Both his accent and appearance proved his Chinese identity. The old gray plaid suit whose original color could not be seen clearly and the frayed cuffs showed that the young man's family conditions were not very good. The fact that he wore such thin clothes in the cold season and his slightly unconfident expression also showed that he was not a successful businessman.
Fang Lang didn't mind helping these fellow countrymen in a foreign country. He said, "I have two Luger pistols from the Germans. I heard from my American comrades that this kind of thing can be sold for a good price in the United States. If I ask you to help me find a high-quality buyer, how much will you charge for the handling fee?"
"Sir, if this is a business, we normally charge 1% of the transaction amount. But you are a soldier, and the spoils you get on the battlefield are earned with your life. I will take 0.5%. Is that okay with you? I promise that the buyer I find for you is not a middleman and can give you a satisfactory price. You can go ask a few people on the street about the handling fee. No one will quote you a lower price than me."
If Fang Lang were to look for a buyer himself, he would be able to find one, but it would take a little longer. However, Fang Lang was very busy right now and had no time to waste on looking for a buyer. In addition, Fang Lang felt that the offer was not too high, so he nodded and said, "Okay, if you can satisfy me this time, I don't mind introducing a bigger business to you."
Wan Chongxin was overjoyed when Fang Lang nodded in agreement. If he wanted him to introduce a buyer for other goods, 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 said as he led Fang Lang out of Chinatown.
On the way, he did not 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. He now runs a taxi company and is quite powerful.
According to his sister, this person had offered a reward of fifty dollars for a Ruger 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, but unfortunately they never found it.
Now Fang Lang's arrival is simply a match made in heaven. Although I don't know if the Luger P08 in Fang Lang's hand is an artillery model, at least it is an authentic Luger P08, right?
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