"Jin Yu." At this time, Yu Hua, who had already walked some distance, suddenly stepped forward and shouted towards Lin Wan.

"What?" Lin Wan raised her head.

"Revitalize China and encourage us together," Yu Hua said loudly.

Lin Wan was startled for a moment, then solemnly nodded: "Let's encourage each other."

"Let's go eat." Yu Hua smiled, waved his hand, and walked back.

"A seven-tower device with a daily output of 22 tons... Yu Hua, thank you for asking me to 'borrow' money. I will definitely raise 15,000 yuan as soon as possible." Lin Wan stared at Yu Hua who was gradually walking towards the canteen of Chongde Middle School.

With the content of the conversation just now echoing in my mind, I took a deep breath and whispered my thanks.

grateful.

Gratitude comes from deep in my heart.

Although 15,000 oceans is a huge sum of money for the organization, Lin Wan is still very grateful to Yu Hua, because once the Yu's Seven Towers technology is successfully developed, it will enable the northern Shaanxi base area to have a basic inorganic chemical industry foundation, which will greatly

Increase the war potential of the entire base area and the Eighth Route Army to a greater extent.

Sulfuric acid means gasoline and explosives.

As for the importance of gasoline and explosives, there is no need to say more.

At this moment, the whole situation can be called the highest level of borrowing money. Not only does it make people agree, but it also makes people thank you for lending money.

Outside the teaching building, the sun is shining brightly.

Lin Wan was bathed in the sunshine and headed towards the dormitory building of Chongde Middle School. While it was still early, she had to quickly write a personally signed letter and submit it to her superior organization.

…

Tianjin City, suburban manor.

"Fifteen thousand oceans..." The 'professor', who exuded an elegant temperament, had his mouth twitching, and his right hand holding the entire letter was trembling slightly.

The reason for trembling is none other than one word: money.

Lenin, how could he get this fifteen thousand dollars from?

It is a known fact that the team is poor. If you ask for a loan of 1,800 yuan, there is no problem.

And this is a full 15,000 yuan! It's not 1.5 yuan. The total reserve funds of the entire Red Northern Department and all branch organizations combined are only a little over 10,000 yuan.

Darling, this is going to cost you your life.

The most important thing is that this money has to be borrowed!

Borrow eight thousand?

no!

I have to borrow something like 15,000 yuan!

Looking at the envy-inducing and almost crazy description and estimated output of the seven-tower device on the letter, the professor, who has experienced the Long March and various dangerous battles, has never been so embarrassed as he is now. Damn, I am really stumped by a penny.

Heroic man.

With his right hand, he took out a cigarette from Zou Baba's pocket and lit it. Professor Liu took a deep breath and exhaled the white smoke: "In the past, our team issued IOUs to the people. Now it's better. This genius comes to us to issue IOUs."

Let’s discuss how to raise money for him.”

To be honest, it is really unreasonable to lend money to the poor. He remembers the behavior and name of Comrade Qingluan, his good friend.

Yu Hua, a student and scientific research genius, whose real name was Yu Hua, borrowed money from our northern comrade Qingluan to engage in technical research on May 1, 1937, the International Labor Day!
Chapter completed!