Chapter Thirty-Six: Air Cannon

  Driving the R8 with its wind blowing to the extreme, accompanied by a fairly decent-looking but slightly violent female secretary, they took a lap around, and as the cash flowed like water, truckloads of mortar parts poured into the warehouse of Ghost City.

  Then came the steel, 100 tons of Sumitomo Metal's alloy steel pipes were pulled over by two Steyr trucks, Yang Feng personally took action, operating a forklift to move all of them inside, arranged in a line in the most suitable way for loading.

  As for those miscellaneous things, there's no need to go over there, just make a phone call and they'll be delivered directly.

  Watching the Great Wall being built up gradually, Yang Feng still felt a little dissatisfied.

  "Are you saying it's hard to buy a hundred tons of nitric acid?" He poked Ye Rou's slender waist and asked, this goods likes to wear revealing clothes, from practicing martial arts since childhood, there is not even a wrinkle on Yang Liu's slim waist, occasionally eating tofu for Yang Feng is a great pleasure.

  "Go and register at the public security bureau first!" Ye Yibai said with a glance.

  "Whatever, forget it!"

  What's the point of going there?

  Exit.

  Where is the exit?

  Another world!

  Forget it, Uncle Police will go crazy.

  No!

  Suddenly, he had an idea - he could export it to a small black country in Africa where no one would care even if they bought cannons. Then, he would register a leather goods company and purchase a batch of explosives from a company with export rights for explosives, preferably TNT, from Jin Yuan Commercial Trading or any other company. Next, he would find a ship, preferably a Japanese one with an all-Japanese crew, or Korean would also do - as long as they weren't Chinese.

  Then, as the cargo owner, he brought the shuttlecraft with the ship and waited until a certain dark and windy night. In a certain area of several thousand meters of deep sea, he sank the ship and let the shuttlecraft turn into a submarine carrying explosives to penetrate.

  All I need to do is play the role of a shipwreck survivor, and as for the reason why the ship sank, who cares! Anyway, when the time comes, I'll be the only survivor, so whatever I say will be whatever I want.

  But now there is definitely no time for it, and besides, the funds are not that sufficient, let's talk about it later when needed!

  After understanding this point, Yang Feng's mood suddenly became very pleasant.

  Next is to buy a machine, this is very simple, the old-fashioned ordinary lathe is facing elimination, now every mechanical factory is equipped with CNC machines, Yang Feng turned around and found that buying second-hand is the most cost-effective.

  Moreover, the quality of these second-hand bed frames is not worse than the original ones. Those original ones have already reached an outrageous level in terms of cost savings, and Yang Feng even suspects that they might fall apart when turned over.

  The old lathe looks much more pleasing to the eye, rough and sturdy, giving people a very strong mechanical aesthetic.

  Contacted a factory that was replacing its machines, and at a price slightly higher than scrap iron, Yang Feng pulled in over 100 various machine tools. Before loading them onto the truck, he specifically asked workers to grind off all logos on them.

  He was still uneasy about this, so after pulling back to Ghost City, he personally carried the manual sand wheel and checked for half a day, only then did he feel at ease when he confirmed that there were no signs of any omissions.

  Only after everything was busy did he remember his advisors.

  "Is it Zhang Yunyun? You said you graduated from the chemistry department, but why didn't you choose a major that suits yourself?" Yang Feng asked with an air of superiority while sitting in his boss's chair.

  "I hate chemistry. I like to sit in front of the computer wearing a skirt, rather than wearing a white coat facing a bunch of hazardous reagents." The girl said emotionally.

  "Right, young people should pursue their own lifestyle! You were admitted, by the way, why did you apply for chemistry major in the first place?"

  "My dad is an analyst at a pharmaceutical factory!"

  "Ah, I see. Well, now that we've got that cleared up, I can give you a task to work on. If you complete it successfully, then after the probationary period is over, you'll get the salary you're hoping for."

  "Boss, you said." Zhang Yunyun immediately became spirited.

  "Go and get all patented drugs launched by Pfizer from 1933 to now, got it? Now you can start your work, next one."

  "Lin Ruoxi, a beautiful girl like you, why would you choose a major as cold as steel metallurgy?"

  "My ex-boyfriend was studying this, so I hope to continue with him in the same school and major." The girl said coldly.

  "A sentimental girl, your spirit moves me. Now I also have a task to assign to you. Imagine this: suppose you traveled back to the Republic of China, say 1933, if you wanted to build an iron and steel plant, what preparatory work would you need to do? Then summarize it into a report. If it can satisfy me, after the probation period ends, you will also get the salary you hope for."

  "Boss, I don't understand..."

  "Don't ask questions, remember our company's philosophy, follow what the boss says, don't raise any questions."

  "By the way, have you lived with your boyfriend?"

  "No, he was lured away by a fox spirit from an art academy."

  “……。”

  It fully satisfied the dark psychology that was traumatized by the interviewer at that time, and Yang Feng finally left eight job seekers, all of whom were young girls, seven of whom had just graduated and were in their prime youth. The monkey sat there with drool almost dripping from his mouth.

  "Shape up and watch your image, after all you're a deputy general manager, don't always look like some street thug!" Yang Feng banged his fist on the table in front of him.

  This time the cargo is a bit much, looking at it loaded like an overloaded flat-bottomed boat, Yang Feng even worries whether it can float on the water surface, although he doesn't mind taking a submarine ride, but if it's opened to Tianjin Wharf, it would be quite frightening.

  "Never mind, let it get bigger after passing through!" He muttered to himself and then boarded the ship, disappearing into the dark sea in the blink of an eye.

  He then discovered that there were lights of night navigation flashing in the distance.

  "Don't go yet!" he said immediately.

  The number of flat-bottomed boats had at least doubled, floating quietly on the surface of the sea as they rocked with the waves. The lights from that night voyage were getting closer and closer, when a high-powered searchlight suddenly lit up, slowly sweeping across the surface of the sea.

  Yang Feng immediately recognized the shape of this ship.

  A Japanese Navy Fubuki-class large destroyer.

  "Ma de, if it goes on like this, it will definitely find us!" Yang Feng immediately became tense.

  "Is an attack necessary?" The beautiful portrait on the wall of the driver's room asked quietly.

  "How to attack?" Yang Feng immediately became spirited.

  Then, on the side of the ship facing the Japanese warship, a long cannon barrel suddenly protruded from the gunwale, followed by a mechanical arm that picked up a machine tool from the ship and stuffed it directly into the cannon barrel.

  "How can we get out?" Yang Feng was so excited that his lips were trembling.

  "Compress the air, squeeze it to the limit, and then suddenly release. It's just that a lot of spare energy needs to be consumed, and after that, you need to replenish for ten days before you can make another crossing." The beautiful woman's avatar said.