Chapter Thirty-Five: The Worker

  The little fatty's legs were trembling, if Yang Feng hadn't been holding onto his neck, he would have probably sat down on the ground in an instant.

  "Hey, brother! Something's up!" The four dog legs who were slamming the door immediately changed their expressions, and one of them who was slightly taller than the others spoke up.

  Yang Feng sneered and pulled the gun out of Xiao Pangzi's mouth, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Scram!"

  The little fatty nervously squeezed into the dog's crotch, awkwardly adjusted his pants, and immediately turned bright red with embarrassment.

  "Playing with guns is nothing, if you have the guts, put down your gun and let's practice!" He shouted angrily.

  "Has my brain been kicked by a donkey?" Yang Feng laughed and casually pulled out the pistol from his waist, aiming it at him again with its 20-bullet magazine.

  The little fatty was so scared that he turned his head and ran away, with a speed even faster than those four dog legs.

  "What a bad omen!" Yang Feng put away his gun and exchanged a look with Wang Chuanming, just as they were about to go forward and knock on the door again. They saw three people walking over from the alley entrance with their heads hung low in dejection. The leader was a big man in his forties, while the other two were also over thirty years old.

  "Director Wang!" The big man exclaimed as soon as he saw Wang Chuanming.

  "Ah, Master Liu, we've finally caught up with you!" Wang Chuanming said with a smile and a nod.

  "Quickly, come in!" Liu Jianping said with a bow, then pushed the door but it didn't open.

  "Xiao Hui, open the door!" He shouted, and after a while, the door opened. The little girl from earlier was standing at the doorway with a joyful expression, and Yang Feng immediately spotted the large knife leaning against the millstone.

  "What's going on?" Liu Jianping also saw it and his face immediately sank.

  "That Li Bao just came by with some people." The little girl said in a low voice.

  "It's okay, I've already asked Yang brother to leave!" Wang Chuanming said.

  After understanding what had happened, Liu Jianping hastily thanked the two of them and then invited them into the house.

  "Is this a rented house, Master Liu?" Yang Feng asked, sitting on a mat and looking around the empty room.

  Liu Jianping nodded awkwardly: "I was originally from the Shenyang Arsenal, but I didn't want to work for the Japanese, so I brought two apprentices and escaped to the interior, so I'm temporarily living here."

  "Liu Shifu's integrity is much stronger than that little Zhang!" Yang Feng praised.

  "It's not about being patriotic or anything, it's just that I don't want to help the Japanese make guns and cannons to fight against us Chinese." Liu Jianping said.

  "Would you have us make guns and cannons to fight against the Japanese?" Yang Feng asked.

  "Who is Mr. Yang?"

  "I have enough materials in my hands to make a batch of mortars for the front-line soldiers, and the machines can be transported immediately. The only thing missing is manpower. I don't know if Master Liu is interested, and the salary is easy to discuss, just follow the standard of Director Wang's factory." Yang Feng said.

  "Agreed!" Liu Jianping replied without hesitation.

  "To be honest with you both, we're actually worried that we can't find a job!" He said with a bitter smile afterwards.

  Yang Feng smiled and said, "It's just that this place is probably not livable anymore. Firstly, it's too far away, and secondly, after we leave, who knows if those people won't come looking for trouble again? My company has some vacant rooms, if you all don't mind, you can stay there first, and at night, help me keep an eye on things."

  The Xiaohong Building has a large courtyard, with over ten rooms inside, originally inhabited by bodyguards and servants, which can accommodate them and save Yang Feng from having no one to watch the door at night when he leaves.

  "Mr. Yang, how can this be?" Liu Jianping said with surprise and delight.

  "Hey, from now on we're like brothers, no need to be polite!" Yang Feng said with a wave of his hand.

  Liu Jianping's wife died young, and there were only two people in the family, father and daughter. His two apprentices, however, both had wives, and at this moment they were outside selling cigarettes! Each of them had a son, but now they didn't know where they had run off to play. Just then, Xiao Hui patted the dog's head, and the sturdy dog, which was comparable to a wolfhound, immediately darted out.

  "This dog is quite clever!" Yang Feng said with interest.

  The little girl blushed and didn't answer, she went back to her room to pack up her things.

  It's said to be a collection, but in fact there is nothing much to collect. A few sets of clothes, a set of pots and pans, as for those broken tables and rotten stools, they are not needed. However, Liu Jianping has a lot of books on his hands, even some mechanical drawings. Soon after, the dog brought back two young women, all the things had been moved onto the truck, and after a while, the two children also returned, Yang Feng drove them directly back to the small red building.

  "Old Li, take them to the warehouse, let each of them pick out a set of clothes first, and then help them buy some furniture, rice, flour, and so on." Yang Feng instructed Li Mingde after unloading the car.

  As they walked into the warehouse with Li Mingde, grateful beyond measure, and found out what Yang Feng had let them pick at will, this gratitude immediately turned to shock.

  "Yang, Mr. Yang, we can't afford it!" Liu Jianping stuttered, he had heard that this kind of down jacket cost hundreds of dollars, and even the warm underwear cost tens of dollars, yet Yang Feng let them pick whatever they wanted.

  "What? Ah, you're talking about clothes? I'm the one selling them, if I don't wear them myself, what's the point of selling them? Don't be embarrassed, everyone here has a set, it's the rule." Yang Feng said, pointing at Li Mingde.

  Have to say that Yang Feng's move is really disgusting, adding up to several hundred yuan, it made a big man cry with tears streaming down his face.

  "Mr. Yang, when are we starting work?" Liu Jianping said, wiping away his tears.

  "You all go to Director Wang's place to help out first, and also take the time to see what machines are missing. I have to leave the day after tomorrow, so it's just right to bring them back together. As for the two sisters-in-law, it's just right that we lack a cook here, so our meals will be handed over to you. Ask Old Li for money. Little Hui, if you're free, go to the front to help out with selling clothes and things." Yang Feng said.

  "Also, Old Li, assign a bicycle to each of the three of them." He then threw out another tear gas canister.

  Two days later, Yang Feng returned again. This time, as before, he first arrived at Dagukou, transformed into a boat and sailed into the Bohai Sea. To avoid sinking another ship like last time, he sailed further forward, finding an area with more reefs where ships rarely pass through, before diving back to modern times.

  There are many things that need to be purchased, in addition to mortar parts and steel pipes, there are other essentials, and this time there are more than a dozen machines of various types.

  Time was tight and he had no time to linger, as soon as he returned, he immediately went to the company, and then quickly assigned tasks to each person.

  "Right, boss, there are a few people who need you to interview," Ye Yu said suddenly.

  "Interview? What interview? Ah, right, I almost forgot. Arrange a time and notify them," said Yang Feng, who had just remembered that he had also hired a batch of consultants.