Traveling through 1942 with space

Chapter 263: The Three Masters of Hongmen

Hou Xiaoge had already calculated the accounts, took a look, and nodded with satisfaction.

“Manager Reagan, there is something I need to tell you. The remaining bristles cannot be traded directly.

I'm planning to open a brush factory. I have some cheap labor, so we can work together.

Manager Reagan, please help me purchase equipment for the brush farm. How about I sell the brushes I have to you at 90% of the market price?" Hou Xiaoge said with a smile.

"Mr. David, you are putting me in a difficult position!" Reagan pretended to be angry.

"No problem!" Hou Xiaoge took out a box of three refreshing cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Reagan.

“Yes, Mr. David is right, it is indeed not difficult.

I happen to know a brush factory that is on the verge of bankruptcy, and I can help you with this." Reagan opened the box and was immediately pleasantly surprised by the three refreshing cigarettes.

What a bullshit dilemma. Whoever earns the money will earn it. It's not like he's taking money from Reagan, so he just agreed to it.

"Thank you for the few cigarettes, manager. You know how precious these cigarettes are. I'll give you two more after I get the job done." Hou Xiaoge said while teasing the other party.

"OK! I'll take care of everything, Reagan."

"Okay, Manager Reagan, come early tomorrow at noon to pick up the goods. The remaining goods should also arrive tomorrow. Let's do the transaction as soon as possible." Xiaoge reminded before leaving.

"Okay, Mr. David, see you tomorrow." Reagan touched the cigarette box in his hand and got into his Cadillac happily.

"Boss, you just gave that old guy Manager Ross three cigarettes. Why is he so happy?" Ross said with a confused look on his face.

"That cigarette is worth a thousand dollars. Why do you think he is so happy? You have done a good job these days, so I'll give you one as a reward. Work hard in the future." Hou Xiaoge took out a cigarette cartridge and gave it to Ross.

"Hey! Let poor Ross see what a cigarette worth one thousand dollars tastes like." Ross took out a lighter with a curious look on his face and prepared to light the cigarette worth one thousand dollars.

"Manager Ross, this cigarette is worth a car. Are you willing to spend it?" the Chinese worker next to him asked with a painful look on his face.

"Isn't the purpose of making money to enjoy life? Otherwise, I'll wait for the birth of a child. I've never smoked such a good cigarette!"

"Pah, hiss!"

"Oh my God, Mother Mary, is this the cigarette that God smokes? I seem to see God, it smells so good." Ross took a careful puff and felt the air flowing up and down. His numb head suddenly became clear and his whole body felt comfortable.

"It's worthy of a thousand-dollar cigarette. It smells really good." The cowboys and workers next to them also started sniffing.

But what no one expected was that this was in the wild, and animals were more sensitive to spiritual energy than humans.

A horse stretched its head out and took the cigarette from Royce's mouth, then chewed it and swallowed it.

"Hold the grass!"

"Oh, I bought it!"

"Damn it, Jessia, do you know what you did?

This is a cigarette worth a thousand dollars. I just took a puff and you ate it. I'm going to kill you." Royce was so angry that he jumped up three feet high.

But the horse was very smart, as if it understood the anger of the crowd, and it ran away without a trace.

"Ahhh!"

"I'm so angry!" Only Royce and a group of cowboys and workers were left, looking both gloating and regretful.

After receiving the money, Hou Xiaoge drove back to Chinatown.

I have to attend a banquet in San Francisco at around 8 o'clock tonight, so I have to leave quickly.

Zhang Juncai happened to be waiting at home, so they drove directly to the airport. The plane was a small passenger plane that could seat up to ten people. Hou Xiaoge had someone book it in advance for two thousand US dollars.

San Francisco is more than 600 kilometers away from Los Angeles. The plane was very fast and we arrived at our destination in more than an hour.

Hou Xiaoge also treated them equally, but this time he did not take out the ginseng, but took out a two-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum cultivated in the space.

The ancients often used thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum as a miraculous elixir of life. It is impossible for Hou Xiaoge to know whether this existed from later generations.

He knew that most Ganoderma lucidum grows in one year, and after one year it will be eaten by insects, eroded by rain and rot.

Of course it is possible. After all, nature is magical. Perennial Ganoderma lucidum may exist, but it is too rare. It is difficult to see one in hundreds or thousands of years, so there is such a legend.

But Ling'er said that this kind of Ganoderma lucidum really exists in the fairy world. Ordinary Ganoderma lucidum cannot absorb spiritual energy, and lacks a guardian beast, so it is difficult to grow for many years.

With her guarding the space, they can carefully cultivate the Ganoderma lucidum, which will continue to grow just by irrigating it with spiritual spring water.

This two-year-old Ganoderma lucidum was just a small fork that Hou Xiaoge casually broke off from the space, but it was also the size of a human head and blood red in color, and it was obvious at first glance that it was worth a lot of money.

"Brother, this thing of yours is too valuable. If it weren't for me, I would just give you two big yellow croakers. This thing is hard to come by!" Zhang Juncai looked at the box in the middle of Hou Xiaoge's seat and said reluctantly.

“It’s okay. Although this thing is rare, we have specialized breeders in our alliance who can cultivate one or two plants a year.” Hou Xiaoge said nonchalantly.

"Then I'll make it clear in advance that this Third Master and I are only from the same hometown. If what you proposed is difficult to accomplish, this thing may easily go to waste." Zhang Juncai pulled himself out of the situation in advance.

"I know! It's just a Ganoderma lucidum. The overseas Hongmen have made great contributions to the war of resistance. This should be my return to my compatriots in China." Hou Xiaoge comforted the other party and told him not to put too much pressure on him.

The car arrived at the agreed place, which was also the restaurant, but in Chinatown.

San Francisco's Chinatown is indeed much larger than Los Angeles's, and it is full of ancient charm. It is the number one overseas Chinese community.

After entering the hotel, the two went directly to a private room under the guidance of the Hongmen disciples.

The food had not been served yet. There were three people sitting in the room, aged between 40 and 50.

"Third Master, this is the fellow countryman Han Li I introduced to you." After Zhang Juncai entered the room, he bowed and said to the fifty-year-old man in the lead.

"Juncai, no need to be so polite. We are all from the same hometown in Qin Province. Please sit down!" The old man's voice was also very loud. He stood up with a smile and greeted Zhang Juncai.

"Han Li, the leader of the Yanhuang League's American branch, greets the Third Master of Hongmen!" Hou Xiaoge smiled and bowed to several people, introducing himself and paying homage.

This time, Zhang Juncai and Hongmen Sanye were just from the same hometown, not like He Youde, who introduced each other as elders and juniors. Hou Xiaoge naturally didn't need to perform a big ceremony.

Besides, Hou Xiaoge is the leader of the Yanhuang League branch after all, and he cannot bow down, otherwise he will be in trouble.

"Master Han, you are too polite. Please take a seat!" Liang Xinfa stood up and gestured for Hou Xiaoge to sit on the chair to his left.

"Alliance Leader Han, your status as the leader of the American branch is higher than mine. But how many years older than me am I? How about I call you Brother Han?" Liang Xinfa asked with a smile.

"Brother Liang, you are too flattering. Whatever the position, how can the Yanhuang League be compared with the Hongmen?

We are all from the same hometown of Qin Province. Since the elder brother is so close to me, Han will naturally be more than happy to have you. "Hou Xiaoge smiled and cupped his hands.

"Yes! I'm happy to see my fellow Northwestern people overseas." Liang Xinfa smiled.

"Come, let me introduce you first. This is Zhang Tong, a fellow villager from Qianzhou, and he serves as a black flag officer in Hongmen.

This is Li Si, a fellow villager from Liquan, who serves as a White Flag officer in the Hongmen.

This is Song Chaoyang, from Sanyuan, and he is a patrol officer in Hongmen. "Liang Xinfa stood up and took Hou Xiaoge to introduce the people sitting in the room one by one.

Several of them are backbone forces in the Hongmen and are also fellow villagers. Hou Xiaoge also shook hands with everyone enthusiastically.

Everyone is from the same hometown, and now they all communicate in dialect, which makes them feel closer.

"Brother Han, your Yanhuang League has been very cowardly since last year. Even the government asked us Hongmen to investigate your Yanhuang League.

I heard in the afternoon that Alliance Leader Han also traded a batch of tungsten rods, pig bristles and tung oil with JPMorgan Chase. It was really an incredible move to be able to ship out so many things under the blockade!" Liang Xinfa praised.

Although they are fellow villagers, Hou Xiaoge still heard a hint of temptation from the other party, and at the same time he also gained a certain understanding of the Hongmen’s intelligence capabilities.

"Brother, I am just a small pawn in the alliance. I still rely on the general alliance and the leader for details.

However, the philosophy of the Yanhuang League and the Hongmen is the same. At home, they are loyal and righteous to save the country, and abroad, they care about the children of China. "Hou Xiaoge said with his chest puffed out.

"Okay, well said!"

"We are brothers from all corners of the world, and Chinese people all over the world are one family." Liang Xinfa also said with a loud laugh.