After Captain Sun took away the arms, he left a note for Jin Batian. This note had nothing to do with this business. In this era, it only took two people to do business in China, and millions of businesses were settled. What business people valued more was reputation. For example, some time-honored brands that have been dozens or hundreds of years old can really use brands as cash.

What Sun Liren left was a letter of introduction issued by Minister Song. Is it the reason? Didn’t Jin Batian want to enter the civil arms market? This letter of introduction is for clearing the police station in Beijing.

After leaving the warehouse, he took a rickshaw. Jin Batian took Xier to the police station in Peking. He handed in two business cards to the doorman - don't get me wrong. The first one was Minister Song's second one, which was Jin Batian's own. If you can use it quickly or not, it would be a waste of resources.

The business card was handed in, and a middle-aged man in his forties, who was slightly fat, came out with a smile on his face, "Please, Mr. Jin."

Jin Batian nodded and walked in with Xier in his arms. He didn't expect that he would be treated like this. When he came to the inspector's room, he saw that it was too simple, one table, two chairs and one cabinet - it was gone, and the decoration was posted online. No one believed that this was the police's room. However, in this era, it seemed that the officials did not repair the yamen, and even if the room was leaking, they would not dare to renovate it.

Jin Batian sat on the chair opposite the commander. The commander sat down by himself, and then looked for tea to soak in water. Xier had no place to sit, so she finally sat on Jin Batian's thigh. When the commander came back to brew the tea, Jin Batian and the commander started chatting and drinking tea.

"This tall shatter is amazing. I can't find a whole piece of it."

The inspector smiled and said, "Of course Mr. Jin has never drunk it. I have been used to drinking it since I was a child. Tea is still a good one, mainly because it is cheap. My inspector only earns more than a dozen yuan a month, so I really can't afford to drink good tea."

The best types of tea have the saying that one or two tea leaves are one or two gold, which is not something that ordinary people can afford. After chatting about the weather, Chief Li Xunzhang and Jin Batian also met each other.

After drinking the tea, Jin Batian took out Minister Song's letter of introduction and said, "So that, I'm here to send money to Chief Li this time."

Chief Li read the introduction letter of Minister Song and said, "There is no problem with selling guns among the people. If we don't sell foreigners, we will also sell them. Our police station is nothing more than just a foundation to charge a labor fee, which makes a lot of money."

"If I just keep a foundation and charge a salary, of course I can't make a lot of money? But if I hand over the gun to the police station to sell the guns. The difference in the price is all for the police station. The police station only needs to send people to find a store, and there is no need to pay the capital to purchase the goods. How much money is sold per month and settle the account at the end of the month. If I can't sell it, I can return the goods. I'm not afraid that the police station will run away, right?"

"This is the police station selling guns, and there seems to be no such precedent."

"This is a bad word. Chief Li, where did the police officers come from before? Not all of them came step by step. You think that now the arms dealers occupying our market are all foreign companies. If this money is made by outsiders, it is better to make money by our own people."

Chief Li thought that the army could not sell guns to the people, and if the police station was not sold, he could only find a private gunsmith or go to a foreign company to buy it. In fact, security groups in various places informally leaked a lot of guns and ammunition to the market, but these were bought by rich men or bandits.

It’s okay for the rich man to say that buying a gun is just to protect one’s life. If it is used to bully good, it is not a serious rich man. It can be regarded as a bandit bully. However, the important question is how profitable it is to sell guns on behalf of others. If it is small, the police station is really not worth sending people for this matter.

So Chief Li asked: "I don't know what kind of guns Brother Jin is going to sell, and what is the price of our police station sales agency?"

Jin Batian poked Xier with his finger, and Xier immediately took out a silver-white revolver from her bag and placed it on the table.

Commander Li took the pistol, opened the magazine and saw that it was empty. After turning the revolver in his hand, he said, "The nine-mile revolver is well-made."

Jin Batian added: "This is our main product, and you also know that self-defense revolver is enough. The box cannon is used by bandits. Such a pistol is given to the police station for eight yuan along with fifty bullets. My suggestion is that the external sales price of the police station is from ten to fifteen yuan."

"Brother Jin gave him a conscience price." Chief Li knew that a well-made revolver on the market would cost dozens of dollars. And fifty bullets usually cost five yuan.

"I sell guns not to make money, but to make sure that if the Japanese invade in, harm the people, we all have guys fighting with the Japanese." After all his words were passionate, Jin Batian was almost moved.

"Well, if the 450 million people in the Zhongtian family were shot by one, the Japanese would probably not dare to come. Huh, if the Marshal Zhang from the three northeastern provinces had already understood this principle. The 30 million people in the three northeastern provinces would never let the 100,000 Japanese take over. Don't worry, Brother Jin, we not only have to sell this gun on behalf of others, but we will never sell it for more than ten yuan. Just like what you said, we can make money by making volume."

"Well, then I'll trouble Chief Li. I have a little suggestion about selling guns. Isn't it worth talking about or not?"

"Brother Jin can say something. I'm not a big shot, so I can't listen to advice. As the saying goes, I'll eat enough when I listen to others' advice. Do you think I'm a general's belly, it seems like I can't eat enough?"

"This local knowledge is based on the fact that people who farm, school, business, and work can buy guns for ten yuan. No matter who is guaranteed by locals, they can sell guns for 12 yuan. Those who do not have locals can only buy guns for fifteen yuan. At the same time, those who buy guns are not allowed to sell guns at will. Before selling guns, they must go to the police station to report to testify. Those who lose guns and do not report the case shall be handled as privately. At the same time, a large purchase or multiple purchases are limited to ten, and there must be legitimate reasons and reasons."

After hearing this, Chief Li nodded: "It really makes sense. I didn't even remember what you didn't say. I'm still a Chief."

Jin Batian smiled and said, "Police and police, as the name suggests, are patrols and thieves. I am a businessman, of course I am dedicated to doing business. Chief Li is the Chief of the Inspector, and I am afraid that there are more things to do to solve the case."

After chatting for a few more words, Jin Batian left the revolver and a box of bullets for samples and said goodbye. Other guns would be sent to the police station after finding a store. Jin Batian sold this gun and made a profit. If it weren't for the big impact on the market, Jin Batian really wanted to sell it for five yuan per bullet. However, according to the price given to the Central Army, the price was still very fair. The Central Army bought a revolver for five yuan, but only gave twelve bullets with the gun.

Because the officers of the Central Army prefer box cannons that are fired more, the purchase volume of the revolver has always been very small, but such a classic gun has a strong vitality. If the east is not bright in the west, it is not enough for military use. Let's change it to civilian use.

At the same time, the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region launched a vigorous publicity campaign to defend the country and fight against the Japanese. This time, it was different from the previous practice of drawing children. The soldiers obtained from drawing children were all for the purpose of getting food and even selling soldiers. Such troops could certainly be highly morale when they won the battle, but after losing, they would immediately become defeated and flee.

This is also the result of the discussion between Minister Song and Sun Liren. After reporting to Nanjing, it was approved. It was normal that no one wanted to join the army in a civil war. But now the Japanese have reached their doorstep. The passionate young people shouted slogans every day to ask for joining the army to kill the Japanese and avenge their fellow villagers in the four eastern provinces. Some time ago, newspapers compiled a series of reports on the crimes of the Japanese in the four eastern provinces. The food in a certain village was robbed, and all women, regardless of age, were insulted. They even killed more than 80 people in this village. Obviously, this is not the imperial paradise that the people of the Zhongtian family hoped for.

Besides, the Japanese's Meiji reform was not complete at all. Even the emperor was not abolished, and he was embarrassed to say that he had become Westernized. This is obviously a wrong way, and this is a reverse of history. I also think of the Zhongtian family, but one person was abolished, and in one sentence, the emperor was defeated.

Those patriotic students who have suffered a lot and go on the street to protest if they have something to do. You should know that students go on the street to protest have become a tradition since the 1911. The students also treat this as if they were on a letter to the previous dynasty bus. It was nothing, but after the protest, it was just like they left, indicating that we are patriots.

But today, the Ministry of Military Affairs of Peking brought out a few big tables to everyone to call for the patriotic principles of joining the army to kill the Japanese. They responded to the call to sign up for the army in a bloody way. But many people thought about how I was rich and well-educated since I was a child. How could I be called by a rude warrior? What kind of conciseness is that? As I thought about it, my feet were getting farther and farther away from the recruitment place.

Those who have signed up for the army saw that these people usually talked about patriotism and kept silent. When they were all driven to fight the Japanese, they couldn't help but feel angry and spat at the backs of these people: "Bah, say something, do something."

Duncan, deputy platoon leader of the recruitment department, was open-minded: "Everyone has his own ambitions and cannot force it. If you force yourself to join the army, you may have any trouble. If I go to the battlefield, I don't want to be on guard against the Japanese in front and behind him."

"Sir, right."

PS: There were no police officers in the concession in Peking, so in order to avoid pits, police stations and police officers are used here.
Chapter completed!