Volume 1 Chapter 19 Wan Aike

  Beijing, Wangfujing Street.

  A three-story small building that was originally not very eye-catching suddenly became the focus of people's discussion, and the reason is simple: it has been renovated, and the renovation is like a new bride, all over her body, what a red!

  Red outer walls, red big gates, even window frames are painted red, and then two big red lanterns are hung.

  "Ah, great! This is exactly the feeling I wanted. I love Haitang Hong so much!" Yang Feng held a civilized stick, topped with a big dog-licking head, and still had a toad mirror on his eyes, but it's unknown how he could see Haitang Hong like that.

  Today is the opening day of Jinyuan Business, and in the glass window facing the street, colorful down jackets, small and delicate folding bicycles, and cute plush toys are on display. Along with the old Republic-era buildings and the onlookers wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, it all gives Yang Feng a dreamlike sense of unreality.

  "My god, it's like a dream come true!" He said with a sigh of emotion after taking off his glasses.

  At 11:58 am, with the explosion of two sets of firecrackers and the sound of fireworks, Yang Feng stood at the door with a big smile on his face to welcome guests.

  At the same time, in a black car not far away, Pang Yu revealed a sinister smile.

  "Are we all set?" she asked the driver and bodyguard, turning her head around.

  "Relax, miss, just wait and watch the show," said the bodyguard.

  A group of shabbily dressed and unkempt young men suddenly poured out from the alleyway, swaggering towards Yang Feng.

  Before they even walked up front! A Mercedes screeched to a halt in front of them, and Xīnghuà, dressed to the nines, helped her old father out of the car.

  "Yang Xian's nephew, congratulations, congratulations!" Liu Haining said with a smile and a fist.

  "Mr. Liu's uncle is delighted, please come in quickly!" Yang Feng said, and the emcee beside him shouted loudly: "Chairman of Beiping Xinrong Flour Factory, Chairman of Haining Textile Factory, Chairman of Tianjin Hengshun Printing Factory, Mr. Liu Haining wishes Jin Yuan Commercial Company a grand opening!"

  He shouted, and Xiner supported her father to go in. Before leaving, she still punched Yang Feng with a small fist, looking somewhat ill-intentioned.

  That group hesitated for a moment, as local snakes in Beiping, they were very clear about Liu's family status.

  "What's there to be afraid of? We're helping Miss Tang with her business! That Liu guy can be tough, but he's just a businessman after all. Besides, they're just doing business together, it's not like they're close friends or anything." The leader gritted his teeth and said.

  After a few people looked at each other, they decided to continue forward. Just as they took two steps, another car stopped in front of them, and a colonel wearing blue-gray military uniform came out from inside.

  "General Song Zheyuan of the 29th Army of the National Revolutionary Army wishes a grand opening to Jin Yuan Business and Trade." The loud voice of the host startled everyone.

  "Big brother, let's retreat!" a younger brother said timidly.

  The old man's legs also went soft, but after glancing at the colonel holding gifts and talking to Yang Feng, he looked back at the distance, where Pangzi was staring at him with an evil gaze. He helplessly patted his thigh, looking as if he was being forced to eat a big pile of feces.

  "What's there to fear? It's not Feng Yuxiang's time now, the Northwestern Army has been driven to Chahar. What are we afraid of them for?" The boss gritted his teeth and said, he was also regretting taking this job now, but there was no way out, he could only force himself to do it, otherwise he would offend Da Biao and that might be even more troublesome.

  A group of people hesitated and then began to move forward again, but just as they took two steps, another car screeched to a halt in front of them, with a very eye-catching Stars and Stripes flag planted on top.

  "United States of America, stationed in China," followed by a long, drawn-out inhalation.

  "Mr. Jansen, Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary of the United States to China, wishes prosperity to Chin Yuen Trading Company on its opening."

  His legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.

  "Big brother, what's wrong?" his little brother exclaimed beside him.

  "Go, go quickly, leave here!" He shouted hoarsely and waved his hand wildly.

  Behind them, Fatou's eyes widened in shock as she rolled down the car window and ran without any hesitation.

  Not to mention her, Yang Feng was also startled.

  "Mr. Ambassador, welcome!" He said carefully in somewhat awkward English, extending his hand at the same time.

  "Yang, you know? Your medicine saved my life!" Janson said with a smile.

  "Ah, what an honor." Yang Fengxin said, I'd be surprised if you believed me! Maybe some inflammation occurred somewhere and sulfonamide cured it, then used this as an excuse to plot against Laozi's sulfonamide.

  This was within his expectation, but he didn't think the Americans would actually send such a big shot, which shows how anxious they are.

  It's just that this guy's status is too high, and it would be inappropriate for others to receive him. Yang Feng called out Li Mingde to stand at the door, while he himself accompanied Zhan Sen inside.

  The exhibits inside, whether folding bicycles or down jackets, made Jensen click his tongue in amazement, a very hypocritical amazement, because in fact his wife had just bought a down jacket, and Yang Feng's reservation record remembered it very clearly.

  "Is this really made by your country?" Old Shanghai also surprised him, it was a fully automatic one. Yang Feng had set up a special counter for advertising, with a one-square-meter gold-plated glass showcase, a red velvet cloth laid out inside, several small light bulbs, and in the dim glow, a Shanghai mechanical watch worth 2,000 RMB exuded an air of nobility.

  "Mr. Ambassador, I assure you as a Chinese that it was absolutely done by the Chinese," Yang said with dignity.

  "Please forgive me, I didn't mean to question the ability of your country's designers at all." Janson perhaps felt that he had overreacted and hastily explained to Yang Feng.

  At this time, Liu Haining walked over.

  "Mr. Ambassador, your arrival is a real surprise." He knew Jansen.

  "Mr. Liu, I've come especially to thank Mr. Yang." Jansen smiled and repeated the misleading words again.

  "Mr. Yang, it seems you have more than just sulfonamide here?" In the pharmaceutical exhibition area, Zhen Sen looked at the display window in surprise.

  In this several-square-meter showcase, there are only two medicine bottles. Under the lamp light, they stand alone on each side, with a bit of an atmosphere that suggests "one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers".

  A bottle of Jensen's, recognizable because of the few white round pills scattered next to it, which he recognized at a glance as sulfonamide.

  But on the other side, that bottle was never seen again. It's a sky blue rhombus-shaped pill, emitting an enticing luster in the light, and it seems to be engraved with English letters on it.

  Jensen squinted slightly and leaned in closer.

  Behind him, Yang Feng's face suddenly revealed an evil smile, really evil, evil and despicable, to the point where even Heart, who was not far away, was startled, holding a huge plush toy in her arms.

  Because the English letter on the pill is "Viagra".

  Viagra.