Chapter Fifty Provocation

  "The patent application for the folding bicycle and ballpoint pen has been approved in the US, that's all the relevant documents." Lin Yin looked up at Yang Feng and handed him a paper bag.

  Yang Feng took it and threw it directly on the table without even looking at it, then leaned in front of her and asked with a sly smile: "Is it good-looking?"

  Lin Yin's face turned red, she shifted to the side, somewhat flustered, putting the book aside, but still subconsciously holding it upside down.

  "As a Bolshevik with ideals and ambitions, this romantic stuff doesn't quite suit you, does it? I'll get you some Capital and Gorky to read later, to enrich yourself."

  On the vast ocean, a fierce wind is gathering dark clouds. Between the ocean and the dark clouds, seagulls are flying proudly!

  Look at this, how great it is, how passionate, and what momentum.

  Look at this, Your Majesty, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by the side of Daming Lake that year?

  "What kind of nonsense is this?"

  Lin Yin glared at him fiercely and stood up to leave, but was pulled back by Yang Feng.

  "Let go!" Lin Yin's face turned red with rage as she shouted.

  Lin Yin was sent away, and he suddenly remembered that there were still things to be done. He quickly called Haiyin Cui and asked if there were any high-angle mounts at the Chan Shenyang Trading Company. It turned out that they did have a few sets of high-angle mounts left over from when many Chinese warlords had purchased Maxim guns but didn't want these accessories, so they had been stored in the warehouse all along. As soon as he heard that Yang Feng needed them, he directly gave them away for free.

  Soon, the staff of Zenchen Yanghang delivered six high-altitude racks, and Yang Feng immediately had people hire a car to send five of them to Gubeikou overnight, and then went to Wang Chuanming's factory before it got dark.

  Yang Feng brought in a machine that was only partially installed, and Liu Jianping went out to find a dozen skilled workers among the Northeasterners who had entered the pass. They are now working overtime to rush the production of artillery barrels, with an output of 20 per day.

  More than a hundred assembled ones are all piled up in the warehouse, which is shocking at first sight.

  "It's settled then. I'll get in touch with Xiao Zhenyan later and have him promote it a bit. The price will be one thousand dollars per unit, you two take care of the rest yourselves, and we'll split the proceeds 50/50." Yang Feng said.

  "That's how it is, the goods are yours, the machines are yours, the workers are yours, I'm just providing a place, 28 (percent) is fine." Wang Chuanming said.

  Yang Feng thought for a moment and said, "Brother Wang, why don't we partner up? You take a look at how to calculate it, and count the machine and materials used this time as my shares. It'll be more convenient for us to cooperate in the future. I have something good right now that's very suitable for your place."

  "That's nothing, I've had this idea for a long time, but didn't have the nerve to mention it. This small factory of mine isn't worth much anyway, so let's just split it six to four, you can be the chairman and I'll take care of production." Wang Chuanming said with a smile.

  Yang Feng's bicycle has made Liu Haining crazy, the workers under him are working day and night with bloodshot eyes, but they still can't keep up with the supply. Now all the orders are scheduled for a month later. If Yang Feng wants to do it himself, it will definitely be a lucrative project. Cooperating with him is just waiting to count the money, no need to worry about what percentage of shares. Anyway, this small factory has been barely surviving in his hands.

  "That's okay," Yang Feng also didn't pretend, nodded quickly and said, what he wanted to do was assemble folding bicycles and export them to Europe and America. In addition, he also wanted to build tractors that were all over the countryside here.

  This is a good thing, not to say that it's used for plowing fields, but as a means of transportation. Now the road conditions in China are very poor, and it's unimaginable to use cars on a large scale, but tractors are different. Even without roads, they can still work, their speed is faster than horse-drawn carriages, and they can pull more weight than horse-drawn carriages. They just need some diesel oil, whether for transporting people or goods, it's all good.

  To be honest, when necessary, it can be used for transporting troops. The road conditions from Beiping to Gubeikou are such that a tractor might even be faster than an automobile.