Courtyard House: Home Alone

Lin Yifan smiled with relief: "Silly girl, why are you being so polite with me?"

He picked up his chopsticks again, feeling a sense of relief at his decision. Planning their future was a responsibility and a promise he made to the girls who had accompanied him all this way.

The next day at noon, Tang Baolin sent a message through Lao Zhou, asking him to come over at 2 PM. Lin Yifan figured that the negotiations with Andrei must have yielded results.

So, after finishing their meal and resting for a while, they headed towards the committee.

Lin Yifan, holding a teacup, looked at Tang Baolin, who was sitting behind his desk with a smile on his face, and said, "It seems the Russians are really anxious. That Andrei agreed to all our demands?"

Tang Baolin put down his pipe, his face crinkling with laughter: "It's not just agreeing, it's practically impatient! When I stated the conditions, Andrei was stunned at first, his expression changing several times. He probably didn't expect us to dare to ask for such an exorbitant amount."

But after thinking it over for a short while, he gritted his teeth and agreed! He promised a 20% price increase for the gold transaction, and as for the five production lines, he assured them that within seven days, he would arrange for planes to transport the production lines and technical personnel to Xiyuan Airport!

"Oh? So decisive?" Lin Yifan was a little surprised. He originally thought it would take at least some back and forth, but he didn't expect the Soviets to be so straightforward.

"you do not say!"

Tang Baolin took a sip of tea, his tone tinged with pride, "He said that as long as we can supply the medicine on time and in the required quantity, these are not problems."

He also said their transport plane could take off at any time, just waiting for our Xiyuan Airport to be ready. Judging from his expression, he couldn't wait to take the medicine away right now.

However, he made one additional request: that we not sell the medicine to Germans or Japanese.

Lin Yifan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his brows furrowing slightly: "It seems they've also sensed Little Mustache's ambition."

Heh! So what? They've taken so much of China's land; they deserve to bleed them dry. If we don't use such a good gunman as Little Mustache, who else can we use?

The Soviets are now eager to expand their military and prepare for war, and their need for medicine is more urgent than anyone else's, especially life-saving drugs like penicillin.

They must be in a real bind right now, having to deal with the threat from Nazi Germany in the west while also trying to maintain sufficient power in the Far East.

At this point, even if they felt the pinch, they had no choice but to accept the conditions we proposed. As for not allowing us to sell medicines to the Germans and Japanese, that was perfectly reasonable.

Although the Soviet Union and Germany have signed the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact, it is only a temporary delaying tactic. Both sides know that they will eventually turn against each other.

The Japanese have always been restless in the Far East, and they naturally do not want our medicines to fall into the hands of these two potential enemies.

However, their demands are one thing, and how we act is another. We are businessmen; as long as there is enough profit, it doesn't matter who we sell to.

Of course, now is not the time. We need to appease the Soviets first and get those five production lines in hand.

Once our pharmaceutical factory is built and production capacity increases, we'll sell to whoever offers the highest price. We must firmly grasp the initiative in our own hands.

These Russians are only acting so readily now because they've been forced into this situation in the West.

Think about it, Germany is watching us closely, and their industrial center is mostly in Europe. They are already short of troops in the Far East. If the army's combat effectiveness is also affected by a shortage of medicine, then the trouble will be huge.

So, our five production lines hit their weak spot.

"That old bastard Andrei, he's all talk and no action, but I bet he's cursing us out inside! But oh well, business goes on, they need our help!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Baolin couldn't help but burst into laughter, his wrinkles at the corners of his eyes appearing even deeper because of his hearty laugh. "I told him at the time that as soon as the production line and the personnel arrived, the medicines would be delivered immediately."

Upon hearing this, his face lit up with a sweeter expression than honey, and he kept repeating "comrade-in-arms," ​​saying we were good friends of the Soviet people. Humph, that word "friend" is so cheap!

Lin Yifan chuckled, but his eyes remained clear: "Friends? That depends on when. Who knows what they'll be up to once they've calmed down."

However, we've made the right move so far. Seven days isn't a long time, but it's not short either. Grandpa, we need to start preparing to take over the production line immediately.

At Xiyuan Airport, we need to clear the area in advance to ensure the planes can land safely. After the equipment is unloaded, transportation will also be a major issue. The safety of the entire journey from the airport to our pharmaceutical factory must be guaranteed, and there can be no mishaps.

"I need to remind Commander Kong again to send more manpower. These five production lines are our future lifeline."

"Don't worry, I've already asked Qin Zhirong to make the arrangements."

Tang Baolin's smile faded, and his expression turned serious. "I will personally coordinate things at the airport. Commander Kong and the others will provide manpower and resources to ensure everything goes smoothly."

The transportation route has also been initially planned, avoiding crowded and noisy places as much as possible, and taking relatively quiet routes with good road conditions.

I spoke with Commander Kong yesterday, and he assured me that he would definitely send the most elite troops to guard and escort the troops along the way.

This was a major event concerning the anti-Japanese forces in Beiping and even the entire North China region; he dared not be careless.

Lin Yifan picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam, took a sip, and pondered, "After the production line arrives, installation and debugging will be crucial. The Soviets will send technicians, and we need to arrange reliable people to learn from them, preferably those with some knowledge of mechanics and chemicals."

Ask Qin Zhirong if they have any technical personnel in this field within the Red Party. We can hire them with a high salary. It's most reassuring to have technical skills in your own hands; you can't always rely on others.

"Yes, you've thought this through very well."

Tang Baolin nodded approvingly, "I asked Lao Zhou to contact the old workers from that pharmaceutical factory in Tianjin to see if any of them are willing to come."

I'll also mention it to Qin Zhirong about the Red Party. They should support us in our fight against Japan. Besides, the Red Party still owes "Ghost" so much money and a huge favor.

When the time comes, we'll have Soviet technicians work alongside our people, learning as we go, so we can get the production line working as soon as possible and put it into production.

"As long as this medicine can be mass-produced, we can hold our tongues a bit more in Beiping!"