You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

"Special Envoy Zhou, you flatter us. It was all thanks to the brothers' bravery."

Lin Feng smiled, sat down again, and crossed his legs:

"I wonder what brings Special Envoy Zhou here today?"

Zhou Wei first put down his teacup, took out a document stamped with a bright red official seal from his briefcase, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it towards him:

"Commander Lin, this is the imperial edict personally signed by Chairman Chiang Kai-shek concerning the unification and reorganization of the air forces of various war zones."

The nation was in dire straits, and the War of Resistance against Japan had entered a critical phase.

After discussion at the Supreme Command, it was decided that elite forces like your air force should be placed under the unified command of the Supreme Command for centralized deployment to maximize their strategic value.

He paused, observed Lin Feng's expression, and continued:

"Of course, those who have made contributions will not be treated unfairly by the higher authorities."

"Just hand over the plane, and you can choose any reward, position, or promotion you like."

Lin Feng picked up the edict, glanced at it casually, and then tossed it back onto the coffee table.

The big joke of slipping the world!

"Special Envoy Zhou, do you want my plane?"

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Zhou Weixian, who was dressed as if saying, "The Imperial Army asked me to pass on a message to you," with a half-smile.

Zhou Weixian felt a little uneasy under that gaze, but still forced himself to speak:

"It's not about demanding it, it's about unified allocation, for the overall sake of the war effort..."

"Alright, stop with the nonsense."

Lin Feng interrupted him directly, stood up, walked to his desk, picked up a stack of photos and a battle report, walked back, and slammed them down in front of Zhou Weixian.

"have a look."

Zhou Wei looked down first.

The top photo shows the devastation of Qingcheng Port, which was reduced to ruins by bombing.

The aircraft carrier broke in two, the cruiser was burning, and the dock was a sea of ​​fire.

The battle report clearly stated:

"Sunk one aircraft carrier, the Ryujo; two light cruisers; four large transport ships; destroyed dozens of enemy aircraft; and killed or wounded over two thousand enemy soldiers..."

Zhou Weixian's hands began to tremble.

Lin Feng leaned down, stared into Zhou Weixian's eyes, and said, word by word:

"My plane can fly to the Japanese-occupied naval ports and sink their aircraft carriers."

"I'm entrusting this to you. Do you dare fly to Qingcheng Port?"

Zhou Wei opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Feng straightened up and sneered:

"Want my plane? Sure."

Each of these planes was imported from Russia at a high price; a single fighter jet costs 200,000 silver dollars on the market.

A dive bomber costs 250,000 silver dollars.

They want to take these 50-plus planes?

can.

Ten million!

"Give me either the equivalent in gold or silver dollars; I don't want legal tender!"

Zhou Weixian froze instantly.

Ten million silver dollars?!

He opened his mouth, but it felt like a stone was stuck in his throat, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words:

"Commander Lin, isn't this...this price a bit too high?"

Lin Feng sat back down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at him with a half-smile:

"Gao? Special Envoy Zhou, I'll give you 20. Can you buy the latest low-wing monoplane fighter jet on the international market right now?"

Moreover, the training of pilots, ammunition, and maintenance are all incredibly expensive.

Ten million was already a friendly price given out of consideration for the overall situation of the War of Resistance.

You're not planning to take nothing and just rob me, are you?

Sweat began to bead on Zhou Weixian's forehead.

He did bring special funds with him this time.

But that was 600 million yuan in legal tender. Given the current exchange rate where legal tender is being wildly depreciated on the black market, it would only be worth about 200 million yuan in modern silver dollars.

Ten million?

Even if you sold him, you still couldn't raise the money; his surname isn't Song or Kong...

"This...this..."

Zhou Wei wiped his sweat, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Commander Lin, could you... possibly make an exception?"

The country is facing difficulties and its finances are strained. It is indeed difficult to come up with ten million silver dollars all at once.

"How about this, I'll pay part of the deposit first, and the rest..."

"Special Envoy Zhou"

Lin Feng interrupted him, the smile fading from his face:

"These planes of mine didn't come from a strong wind."

Each one was purchased by patriotic overseas Chinese who scraped together money by selling their possessions to support the War of Resistance against Japan.

Pilots are all passionate young people who gave up comfortable lives overseas to return and serve their country.

You think you can just take it away with a single sentence?

Yes, you can exchange it for real gold and silver.

No money?

"Then let's not talk about it."

Zhou Weixian's face turned pale and then red.

He realized that Lin Feng was not the kind of loyal Huangpu clique member who would be trembling with fear and obedient upon hearing "Chief's order".

This is someone with strength, confidence, and who won't be swayed by either soft or hard tactics.

Forcibly seizing it?

Looking at those menacing German-equipped soldiers and heavy artillery outside, would he dare?

Reasoning?

They agreed to give it, but they couldn't agree on the economic compensation.

"Commander Lin, this matter... is indeed beyond my authority."

Zhou Wei gritted his teeth and decided to take a break first:

"In that case, I immediately sent a telegram to Jiangcheng to request instructions from my superiors."

Why don't you reconsider?

"It's all for the sake of the war effort; let's plan this out carefully, let's plan this out carefully."

Lin Feng sneered inwardly.

Should we take a long-term view?

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

Let's drag it out...

Many things fall apart if you delay them.

If things really can't be stalled, then let that guy in Jiangcheng bleed a lot of money. Then he can use the money to buy a plane in the system.

In short, no freeloading is allowed.

"Okay."

Lin Feng picked up his teacup and slowly blew away the foam on the surface:

"Special Envoy Zhou has come from afar, so please stay in Jiawang for now."

Perfect timing! Our legion is having a regimental-level tactical exercise in a couple of days. If Special Envoy Zhou is interested, you can come and observe.

Over the next few days, Zhou Weixian truly experienced what it meant for "each day to feel like a year."

He originally thought that, carrying the Chairman's edict, he should be a high-ranking imperial envoy.

But the reality was that he found himself in what felt like a den of wolves.

On the first morning, as soon as he got up, he heard deafening shouts of battle and the sound of orderly footsteps outside.

Looking out the window, I saw rows of fully armed soldiers doing their morning exercises.

Their momentum and their pace were more elite than any of the elite troops he had ever seen in Jiangcheng!

What alarmed him even more was that at noon that day, a special train arrived in Jiawang from Pengcheng.

Then a large number of students and reporters suddenly arrived outside Zhou Weixian's residence.

Dozens of young people dressed in school uniforms held up banners and shouted slogans:

"Protect the 33rd Army Corps, protect the flame of resistance against Japan."

"Commander Lin is an anti-Japanese hero. Anyone who dares to touch him is a traitor."

Several reporters held up their cameras, waiting for the students to rush in and sneak Zhou Wei out so they could take pictures.

Zhou Weixian hid in the courtyard, his face deathly pale.

He knew this was definitely Li Delin's tactic, using public opinion to put him in a very difficult position!

Before he could even catch his breath, at noon, his adjutant delivered another stack of telegrams.

All communications were in plain text.

Sun Zhen, Commander-in-Chief of the 22nd Group Army of the Sichuan Army:

"Commander Lin is a righteous general, providing our Sichuan Army with a life-saving weapon. Anyone who dares to touch Commander Lin is going against our 40,000 brothers in the Sichuan Army."

A unit of the Northwest Army:

"Commander Lin is a true hero who fights the Japanese. If some people want to cause internal strife, they should first ask if the swords of our Northwest Army will allow it."

Yunnan Army, Guangxi Army, Guangdong Army...

The telegrams, one after another, slapped Zhou Weixian hard across the face.

His hands trembled violently as he held the telegrams.

He finally realized that he had stirred up a hornet's nest.

This Lin Feng not only had soldiers and artillery in Jiawang, but his prestige among the various miscellaneous armies in the Fifth War Zone was also frighteningly high.