Chapter Fourteen: The Assassin

  These women's craziness reminded Yang Feng of another thing that drove them crazy.

  Stockings, nylon stockings.

  DuPont didn't start selling nylon stockings until the 1940s, which means it's still a non-existent thing now, and even if we sell on a large scale, there won't be any conflict with them.

  I'm just a small fish, can't afford to provoke those big sharks, but it's winter now, so it's still early days.

  With a profound and wise expression of a business elite, Yang Feng drove the truck filled with goods back to the Yang's house, and his big show was about to begin. Just thinking about the cars piled up in the alley, Yang Feng couldn't help but reveal a sly smile, startling Yang Jing who had been quietly sitting beside him.

  How much is a suitable price for a bottle? Is it too shameless to make a small yellow fish, a profit of 5,000 times? Even Sinopec can't do such a despicable thing, but why is my heart beating so fast?

  Fifty, no, it should be forty-eight boxes. Lin Yin moved two boxes away. As for how she delivered them to the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army, this was not Yang Feng's concern. This girl was very mysterious and probably had some connection with a certain party. To be honest, Yang Feng didn't dare confirm whether these two boxes of sulfanilamide went to the Northeast or Jiangxi.

  But even if there were only forty-eight boxes, if they really wanted one bottle per person, this thing would have to be sold by scarcity, so Yang Feng decided to take out only twenty boxes and let those people fight for it.

  His sulfur had been left in the carriage all along, transformed into a cargo compartment by the shuttle device, with a single hidden compartment that no one could open except Yang Feng himself, safer than a bank vault.

  On the second day, people who learned about this era dressed themselves up in suits and leather shoes, combed their hair to look like a dog's, and carried a civilized cane like a genuine article of clothing. They then called a Chevrolet sedan from a car dealership, took out the business cards left by those people yesterday, and began to make return visits one by one.

  They're using the same trick on their compatriots that they used to deceive Yang Jing's sister yesterday. First, they dress themselves up as if they're worried about the country and its people, looking very righteous and occupying the moral high ground. Then, they emphasize how difficult it is to produce sulfanilamide, and how much money they've invested in it over the years - as if they're on the verge of bankruptcy. In short, this thing is completely worth the price of a small bottle of yellow croaker fish sauce.

  As for treating foreigners, it's very simple: limited quantity, first come first served, take it or leave it.

  Those foreigners are still buying into this, they're very clear that when it comes to treating their own illnesses, people absolutely don't care about spending money, a small yellow fish for one bottle is nothing, at most when the time comes they'll just set the price higher, two small yellow fish is still reasonable.

  After two days of rushing around, Yang Feng's twenty boxes of sulfonamide were all sold out. Looking at the piles of gold and silver coins in the carriage, he was so happy that he almost drooled.

  This was New Year's Day. Although Chinese people didn't pay much attention to it at this time, Yang Feng, who had made a fortune, still took the opportunity to vent his excitement.

  He drove directly to the Beijing Restaurant on the edge of the Forbidden City with the entire Yang family, and as soon as they got out of the car, they ran into a familiar face - that little white face who had been bullied by Xiner.

  At this time, he was happily leaning on a big fat girl who weighed 90 kilograms, with tender affection and envy from others.

  Yang Feng's side was Yang Jing, the white down jacket had a faint fluorescent layer in the light, looking like a delicate and elegant white lotus.

  Pang Ya might have poor relationships, so no one informed her of the down jacket sale, and she still wore a cheongsam, which was puffed up by her fat body and bloated clothes, making her look like an inflated balloon. When they saw Yang Jing for the first time, their originally happy faces immediately turned green.

  At this time, Xiao Bai Lian was also shocked by Yang Jing, so much so that he forgot his situation, and his original tenderness and affection instantly changed objects.

  "Xiao Jing, you come and eat too?" he said softly.

  "Xiao Jing, you're calling out to each other so intimately, are you two very familiar?" Before Yang Jing could respond, a cold voice rang out.

  Xiaobai's body involuntarily trembled, and he quickly turned his head, his tongue somewhat clumsy as he said: "I, we're just classmates!"

  "Classmate? Really?" Pang Ya sneered, her eyes darting towards Yang Jing, a faint chill flashing in them.

  Although Yang Feng was happy to watch the play, it wasn't good when Yang Jing got involved, so he very kindly went over and said: "This, I can prove that they really don't have any other relationship."

  "What are you?" Fatso stood on the steps, looking down at him with disdain.

  "Damn it! Fatty, I've tolerated you for a long time. To be honest, being ugly isn't your fault, but scaring people on purpose is not right!" Yang Feng said furiously.

  Fat girl stunned for a moment, seemingly not understanding Yang Feng's words for a while, but instantly woke up, angrily screaming and rushing towards Yang Feng like a huge rubber ball.

  Yang Feng was so frightened that he hastily jumped aside.

  The out-of-control bouncy ball suddenly crashed to the ground, and although it had a good buffer, the fat boy who had never experienced such a thing before was scared to tears.

  "Everyone saw it, I didn't move my hands!" Yang Feng hastily shouted with his hands raised.

  He had just finished speaking when Xiao Bailian let out a heart-piercing scream: "Quickly, someone come!"

  Then two burly bodyguards suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

  Yang Feng jumped in fright, his hand immediately reaching into his pocket. As a heaven-bred person who had difficulty even touching an air gun, he suddenly found himself in a world where guns were rampant. If he didn't get to play with one, it would be almost unthinkable. Yang Feng's pocket just so happened to have the latest Mauser 1932, also known as the "fast-slow machine".

  But unfortunately, before he could even pull out his gun and show off, a loud shout came from behind him: "What's all the commotion? Don't you see where this is?"

  Behind him, just about to enter the restaurant, was a group of soldiers wearing blue-gray military uniforms, or rather, a group of officers. The leader was a tall and sturdy man with an air of dignity, his face stern and authoritative without being angry.

  Of course, mainly because he had two dazzling golden stars on his shoulders.

  Two bodyguards immediately stopped, this year's most unbearable are the soldiers, even if they are now the most declining northwest army, thinking of those years, Beiping city was also someone else's world.

  "Take out your hands as well!" Zhong Jiang said calmly after glancing at Yang Feng.

  Yang Feng smiled awkwardly and pulled out his hand from his bosom.

  The two bodyguards weren't fools either, and as soon as they saw Yang Feng's movement, they immediately understood what was in his arms. Their faces suddenly showed a look of fear, while also being somewhat grateful as they glanced at the lieutenant general.