Gravedigger of the Empire

"I knew it was you!" Kahn saw Lin Shoucheng, made a gesture to follow him, and walked towards his small restaurant.

Lin Shoucheng was wearing a plaid suit, and his gray hair was quite noticeable.

He walked beside Kahn with a broad smile: "I came from Guangzhou... Mr. Sun asked me to tell you thank you. Thank you for your support of the Chinese revolution."

Good grief, is this what you call adding value to my portfolio? With just these few words, I'll be throwing away at least 30% of my profits. Kahn couldn't help but complain inwardly.

"Don't be so polite, Mr. Lin. I'm a businessman. No matter how much you praise me, the weapons won't be discounted," he said with a smile.

Lin Shoucheng was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Mr. Kahn! You are the most humorous German I have ever met."

After laughing for a while, he continued, "Since Mr. Kahn doesn't like beating around the bush, I won't waste my time... I'm here this time to buy weapons."

"Sure, I can get it for you." Kahn immediately agreed: "Any amount is fine, as long as the money is right."

"I have indeed brought plenty of money with me this time," Lin Shoucheng said seriously. "But I would appreciate it if Mr. Kahn could relinquish some of his profits."

"..." Kahn didn't speak; he was waiting for the other party to explain.

Lin Shoucheng did not hide anything: "There are many warlords in China now, and even those who gather around Mr. Sun are not a monolithic group."

"The Japanese have extended an olive branch, and many people feel that it would be more cost-effective to buy weapons from Japan... Mr. Sun is under a lot of pressure." He said this with great concern: "You may not know that even Mr. Sun himself has lived in Japan."

"I not only know, I know very well!" Kahn thought to himself.

Seeing that Kahn remained silent, he continued, "But he and I, along with some others, felt that we couldn't put all our bets on the Japanese, so I came back to Germany to see if there were any other possibilities."

Kahn stopped in front of a street lamp and looked at Lin Shoucheng: "So... you want to buy more weapons from me, for less money."

"Yes." Lin Shoucheng was a little nervous; he didn't think Kahn would agree to such a request.

"You know, our German weapons are better than the Japanese's..." Kahn thought for a moment and then said this.

Needless to say, just consider the popularity of Mauser combat pistols in China; German weapons have an undeniable reputation in China.

After all, as a late-developing imperialist country, Germany still brought out many good things in order to compete with Britain and France for the international market.

As a traditional buyer of German weapons, China has indeed been profoundly influenced by German weaponry.

"That's certainly true." Lin Shoucheng readily admitted Kahn's statement. "I hope Mr. Kahn can help."

"I'll give it a try." Kahn paused for a few seconds, then turned and continued walking forward.

Lin Shoucheng hadn't expected Kahn to be so easy to talk to; all the words he had prepared along the way were stuck in his throat and he had no chance to say them.

"The beef at this restaurant is quite good," Kahn said, changing the subject.

For him, dealing with weapons was a piece of cake.

Joe and Maddie had no objection to smuggling weapons into China, and neither did the defense forces.

Destroying it would cost money, while selling it would make a profit; anyone can do the math.

Therefore, even if Kahn helped Lin Shoucheng lower the price significantly, Sikert wouldn't see any problem with it.

Even at the lowest price, you can still make a profit.

"There's one more thing I need Mr. Kahn's help with." At the dinner table, Lin Shoucheng, who had been hesitating the whole way, finally spoke up.

"Hmm?" Kahn put down his fork and looked at his Chinese friend across the table.

"This is my personal matter," Lin Shoucheng said, seemingly a little embarrassed.

"I'm willing to help." Kahn agreed without much thought.

"My daughter... is studying at the University of Berlin, but I will be returning to Hong Kong soon. I'm worried about leaving her alone in Germany. If she encounters any difficulties, I hope Mr. Kahn can help take care of her..." Lin Shoucheng rubbed his hands together meaningfully.

"Your daughter?... She's just a student, what difficulties could she possibly encounter?" Kahn frowned.

Lin Shoucheng is not short of money. What does a rich man's daughter need to take care of while studying in Berlin?

"There shouldn't be any problems, but she's never been abroad before, and this time she's come all this way to study in Germany. I'm a little worried," Lin Shoucheng quickly explained. "I just want to put my mind at ease."

Kahn nodded slightly, which made sense: "Oh! That's no problem! If she encounters any difficulties, just have her come to me."

"Thank you so much." Lin Shoucheng picked up his wine glass, and Kahn followed suit. The crisp sound of the glasses clinking together was pleasing to the eye. "My daughter's name is Lin Baiyu. Thank you for your help, sir."

Five thousand Mauser pistols, fifty thousand Mauser rifles, one hundred Maxim machine guns, a total of seven million rounds of ammunition, and twenty cars...

In addition, there were ten mortars and corresponding shells, which changed the overall specifications of the order.

This is a big deal, enough for Kahn to make a fortune. Lin Shoucheng's visit this time is also a major purchase, even more than last time.

Similarly, such a large quantity of weapons would certainly become a thorn in the side of the Japanese.

Nowadays, China's coastal waters are almost entirely controlled by the Japanese, so getting these weapons over there is a real hassle.

Lin Shoucheng's meaning was simple: he still needed to trouble Joe with this matter and have the British transport ship intervene so that the Japanese patrol boats would obediently let them pass.

Kahn was furious just thinking about it. Damn it, those Japanese patrol boats were allowed to do whatever they wanted in China's coastal waters! It was infuriating!

One day, he'll definitely dig a huge pit for these Japanese devils! Yamamoto, right? Nagumo, right? Hehehehe.

Lin Shoucheng looked up and saw Kahn staring at the red wine in his hand with a strange smile on his face.

His hair stood on end, because Kahn suddenly exuded a chilling aura. He didn't know what the other man was thinking, but he felt that it couldn't be anything good.

After seeing Lin Shoucheng off, Kahn stood at the entrance of his hotel and glanced to the other side: "I've been following you all this way, standing here for so long... how about we go in and have a chat?"

The man, dressed in old clothes with patches on his shoulders, spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "I want to follow you... sir."

"Come in and talk!" Kahn turned his head and went back into his hotel.

"Bring this...Mr. Beaucher something to eat," Kahn instructed Mrs. Löw, who was standing behind the counter.

Then he turned to look at the nervous Bowser: "Tell me carefully... what are you thinking?"