49: This aid is over 100 million points.

"Third Brother, here's the list. Start procuring the supplies on it as soon as you get to Eagle!"

Lu Fan handed out cigarettes, picked up the list, and passed it over, diving straight into work mode.

Lin Tianrong examined the list closely, growing more and more shocked as he read.

My goodness, damn, how much money would this cost?

He had no experience with the weapons category and didn't know the market prices.

But for the civilian supplies listed below, I have a rough idea.

Canned food, rice: 10,000 tons;

2.5-ton trucks: 2,000 units;

Gasoline and fuel: 1 million barrels;

Tires: 50,000 pieces.

Just these alone would cost at least 5 million US dollars.

5 million US dollars~~

Lin Tianrong's throat tightened, an indescribable shock surging from the depths of his heart.

As a scion of a traditional wealthy family in Shanghai, he had seen his share of the world.

But a one-time purchase of 5 million, and in US dollars, was unheard of to him.

After generations of his Lin family's painstaking efforts in Shanghai, their accumulated wealth, at most, didn't even reach one million US dollars.

Lu Fan casually spent five times his family's entire fortune.

This made the business-savvy third-generation heir, accustomed to storms, feel a profound sense of insignificance and terror for the first time.

Beyond that, a sliver of relief rose in Lin Tianrong's heart—he was fortunate to be chosen as an agent by such a powerful family.

Future development in Eagle would surely go smoothly, giving a good account to his ancestors.

Tang Jifeng was equally shocked.

As the Garrison Commander, seeing the weapons on the list left him utterly stunned.

Those numbers were like red-hot branding irons, making his eyelids twitch.

A chill shot up from his tailbone to the crown of his head, freezing his fingers gripping the paper stiff and cold.

Springfield M1903 Rifles: 15,000 units, each with 2,000 rounds of ammunition.

browning automatic rifles: 3,000 units, each with 5,000 rounds of ammunition.

81mm M1 mortars: 1,000 units, each with 200 rounds of ammunition.

37mm M3 anti-tank guns: 100 units, each with 100 rounds of ammunition.

As the Garrison Commander, he knew all too well what this meant.

To put it simply, with these weapons alone, you could fully equip two reinforced field divisions at full strength.

If used sparingly, you could comfortably outfit 5 divisions.

And in terms of firepower configuration, even if you formed 5 divisions,

their strength would easily surpass any current army.

Even the three German-Equipped Divisions his dear good Principal had scraped together by selling everything,

would be a joke in comparison.

Amid the shock, Tang Jifeng suddenly realized: What was Lu Fan doing? Was he planning a large-scale war?

He looked up, his gaze flickering as he probed, "Brother Fan~~ what are you planning to do?"

"Pure aid."

Lu Fan saw the concern in Tang Jifeng's heart and offered a bitter smile.

He casually explained, "Last night, I almost lost my life because of a few japanese.

Being manipulated so easily on my own land makes me furious just thinking about it.

I can't go to the battlefield myself, so why not use money to make an impact?

Whoever fights the Little Devils, I'll give them aid, no matter the cost."

Hearing this, Tang Jifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the list, he instinctively asked, "Isn't this aid package a bit excessive?"

At that moment, Lin Tianrong chimed in, "Brother Fan, this aid is conservatively estimated at tens of millions of US dollars. Isn't it a bit much?"

"Too much?" Lu Fan glanced at the two and calmly uttered that word, "No."

Lin Tianrong said with slight concern, "I can understand the trucks and such.

But canned food, rice, non-ferrous metals, and other civilian supplies—are we really including them in the aid?

The Jinling side might get their hands all over these supplies."

His words hit a sore spot; Baldy Jiang's people were certainly not easy to deal with.

The Four Major Families, relying on their connections, had their hands stretched far and wide.

Blindly aiding would be like throwing meat to dogs—gone without a trace.

Lu Fan thought briefly and said, "We can give this part to Sheng Aiyi first, and decide later whether to provide further aid as needed."

Tang Jifeng really wanted to advocate for his good Principal.

After all, that Henpecked Man had been truly good to him.

But on second thought, Lin Tianrong's concerns were valid.

Setting aside that part, he directly addressed the challenges they faced with the weapons: "Third Brother,

don't worry about that part; procurement and transportation aren't difficult, and after returning to the country, selling them won't be a problem.

However much you bring, Seventh Miss Sheng can handle it."

Then, pointing to the weapons section, he said, "Now, Eagle has a ban on selling arms to us and the japanese.

You can buy them, but you can't ship them out.

Another thing: the japanese have a maritime blockade and embargo.

Any cargo ship heading to Shanghai is intercepted and inspected offshore. With normal operations, weapons simply can't be shipped back."

With this challenge laid out, Lin Tianrong immediately sought help: "Brother Fan, how do we handle this?"

Lu Fan's mind buzzed—how could he have forgotten this detail!

He had no firsthand experience with weapons trading and was still at the theoretical stage.

But he quickly calmed down, mentally reviewing countermeasures.

After so many years in trade, even if he hadn't eaten pork, he'd seen pigs run.

This matter was tricky, but not entirely unsolvable.

In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, a full plan formed in his mind.

He looked at Lin Tianrong and said methodically, "When you register the company in Eagle,

also find a way to register a trading company in Maple Leaf Country.

First, transfer goods from left hand to right hand; that'll perfectly bypass Eagle's embargo.

Then, route the goods through Hong Kong Island. Remember, don't be afraid to spend money on this—opening up the route is what matters most."

Lu Fan turned, lit another cigarette, and instructed Tang Jifeng, "Fourth Brother, the rest is up to you!

Set off for Hong Kong Island tomorrow to lay low and negotiate freight transfer with the Huo Family.

Have them help coordinate transportation from Hong Kong Island to Yangcheng.

As for when the goods reach Yangcheng, with your family's resources, I don't need to say more, right?"

"Understood~~"

The two responded in unison.

After giving instructions, Lu Fan looked at them and added a final reminder: "Remember! What's the saddest thing in life?

It's dying before you've spent all your money!

So, when you're drifting abroad, always prioritize your safety.

If money can solve a problem, never take risks."

"Brother Fan~~ you've hit the nail on the head. Don't worry, I, Tang Four, haven't had enough of the glamorous world yet!"

With business concluded, Tang Jifeng reverted to his playboy demeanor.

"Brother Fan, with you aiding so many supplies at once, the Jinling side will surely be overjoyed.

Newspaper commendations and medals are definitely in order.

Think about it—is there anything special you want? I'll ask the Henpecked Man for it."

"No~~" the cautious and meticulous Lin Tianrong quickly stopped him, "Fourth Brother, don't be reckless.

With Shanghai's current situation, a mix of dragons and snakes, and japanese influence growing daily,

making such a high-profile move would make Brother Fan a target."

Lu Fan nodded frequently, "Well said, don't fire guns, sneak into the village quietly.

Third Brother, handle this matter in the name of all Overseas Chinese."

Lin Tianrong agreed, "I was thinking the same—tall trees catch the wind."

Once they had the aid matter sorted out, it was time for a meal.

After lunch, they saw Lin Tianrong off on the ship, wrapping up this phase of affairs.

After parting ways with Tang Jifeng, Lu Fan began planning how to tackle the debt he was burdened with.