Chapter Thirty-Two: Casting Cannons

  "Mr. Yang, did you just say that sulfanilamide will soon become a medicine that ordinary people can afford?" It was clear that Gu Wenxiu didn't care about Yang Feng's generosity; what she cared about was the price of sulfanilamide.

  "That's when, of course, it will take some time! In fact, I am now preparing to represent the Yanhuang Laboratory in applying for a patent for sulfanilamide in Europe and America. If we can get the patent, then I will look for partners in Europe and America and transfer sulfanilamide into industrial production. You also know the domestic conditions, no matter what, it's still a bit worse." Yang Feng said.

  "How much more time is it going to take for your sulfa to come down from that damned twenty-two dollars?" Helen said, gritting her teeth.

  Twenty-two dollars, now an American skilled worker can't even earn this much in a month, and that's assuming he has a job.

  "It's going to take at least a year, right?" Yang Feng said cautiously. In any case, he had to make money for a year first, and then sell the patent license next year, sit at home and wait for the money, and then produce penicillin, which is even more difficult to manufacture, and it's estimated that making two or three years of exorbitant profits would be no problem.

  "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and apply!" Helen shrieked.

  "You also know it's a hassle, first of all China is not a member of the Paris Convention, which means I can't apply through the Paris Convention, so I can only directly apply to each country, but whether it's the US or Europe, I'm not very clear on how to proceed with patent applications, especially for pharmaceuticals." Yang Feng said, what he said was also true, patent application is not as simple as just talking about it, especially for pharmaceutical patents, just the examination process can be frustrating.

  Lin Yin helped him apply for the patent of ballpoint pen and folding bicycle, but there is still no news until now. This is the simplest industrial design patent, and Lin Yin also entrusted her uncle, a Chinese student studying law in the United States to handle it.

  In fact, Yang Feng didn't plan to bother with that either. His goal was still Pfizer. It's simple: Pfizer would help him apply for a patent in the US, then Yang Feng would grant Pfizer a license, and Pfizer would be responsible for producing sulfanilamide. If Pfizer wasn't interested, he'd look elsewhere, such as Bayer in Germany.

  As for whether Pfizer will go and apply on its own, Yang Feng is not worried about this. The principle of US pharmaceutical patents is to invent first and then apply. For Pfizer to find the true identity of a drug with only a Chinese name and a finished product among countless chemical materials, it's like finding a needle in a haystack.

  Even if they can really get it out, I estimate it won't be a year or two's thing, and by that time Yang Feng and his new partner will probably have built the pharmaceutical factory.

  As for Vega's patent, let's not consider it. Learning from Coca-Cola is also good, over a hundred years have passed and no one knows what the formula is. I'm afraid that in this era, Americans who want to know the ingredients of Vega will have to wait another sixty years.

  "Alright, beauties, let's not discuss these depressing topics anymore. I have something good here, originally for Xiaojing, but you can all try it together now. Remember to advertise for me!" Yang Feng smiled evilly at this moment.

  Three women followed Yang Feng upstairs to his office with a puzzled expression, then watched as he took out a package from the drawer.

  "What is this?" Yang Jing foolishly opened a piece of 7-degree space that had all its logos torn off.

  Gu Wenxiu and Helen walked over together, looking at the strange shape, out of women's intuition, their faces immediately turned red.

  Helen raised her head and looked at Yang Feng with a questioning gaze.

  "Don't look at me, I've never used it before! However, I can give you a demonstration." Yang Feng evilly smiled as he opened one and then picked up the water cup beside him to pour into it.

  Helen's eyes widened as she snatched it away, and then she and Gu Wenxiu stared at each other in shock as they examined it.

  "My God!" Helen let out a shriek and turned around to frantically grab all the remaining Seventh Space on the table.

  At this time, Yang Jing finally understood what it was, and stood there with a red face, at a loss for words.

  "Hey, hey! Don't rush! This is very unladylike?" Yang Feng hastily shouted.

  "Do you have an opinion?" Helen glared at him fiercely, like a protective mother cat.

  "No, no opinion!" Yang Feng said weakly, a woman during her physiological period was not to be trifled with.

  One by one, they were sent downstairs in a hurry. Yang Feng didn't have time to coax the girls into playing; he still had a lot of work to do. He drove straight to Liu Haining's bicycle factory, and after unloading the bicycle parts, he turned around and drove into Wang Chuanming's machinery factory across the road.

  "Brother Wang, see if this thing can be processed into a mortar tube." Yang Feng carried a seamless steel pipe directly to Wang Chuanming's office.

  This is a sample he bought from the steel market, but it's domestic, with an inner diameter of 100 millimeters.

  Wang Chuanming and a teacher in his fifties immediately came over.

  "Yang brothers, do you want to be a mortar?" Wang Chuanming asked.

  "Now Japanese are at our doorsteps, I think we should make a few mortars and send them to the 29th Army." said Yang Feng.

  "It's too thin, can't withstand the explosive force of the bottom fire." The teacher Fu shook his head at a glance.

  Yang Feng picked up a drill bit from the table with a smile and stabbed it down with all his might.

  "Huh?" Teacher Fu's face changed immediately.

  "What steel is this?" he asked in a slightly trembling voice, stroking the steel pipe that had only a faint scratch.

  "High-pressure alloy steel is generally used in boiler pipes." said Yang Feng.

  "Can it be done?" he asked further.

  "You can try, but if it's really this hard, our knives won't work either," said Teacher Fu.

  "The alloy tool is in my car, I'll take it out for you to try and see if it can be installed on the machine. I also brought the alloy welding rod."

  "That's easy, just pick out the silk from the inner wall, then use a whole round steel to knock out the collision needle and connect it to the bottom. Directly twist the outer silk into it, then weld the joint to death, ensure that it is strong enough. After finishing, add some explosives, according to the maximum amount of propellant in the recoilless gun shell, put it inside and find a quiet place to test it out. As long as it doesn't explode, there's absolutely no problem." The master said.

  "How long can I make one like this?"

  "It's hard to say, this is a delicate task, I'm afraid only I can handle it in our factory. At the fastest speed, it would take at least one day for one piece. Moreover, even if we manage to make the light cannon tube, other parts are much more troublesome."

  "You don't need to worry about the other parts, I estimate that in half a month, I can bring over 500 sets, you just need to make the gun barrels!" Yang Feng said with a smile.

  "How much?" Wang Chuanming and the other person were startled.

  "500 sets, if not enough, make more."

  "How many of these steel pipes do you have?"

  "One hundred tons!" Yang Feng laughed with joy.