Homicide!

It's simple, just one bullet or a knife.

Killing people is not simple.

It takes at least a little courage.

Why kill that person?

Because he's damned!

Thinking of that name and the foreigner he had never met, for some reason, Chen Moran, who had promised that he would never kill anyone, not only did not feel any psychological burden, but even faintly looked forward to it.

"Damn, the master's money is your mother's to fill the master!"

The mouth is scolding hatefully, but the person is lying on the table and drawing something, occasionally pondering a little, as if he is recalling something,

"That's how it should be!"

Holding the pen, Chen Moran looked at the muffler he had drawn, which was completely drawn from memory, the simplest was just an inflatable muffler composed of multi-cabin string silencer bowls, when he was reading a military magazine in college, he had read the principle and pictures of the muffler in the magazine, and now he is just drawing a scoop according to the gourd.

After finally drawing the drawings of the muffler, Chen Moran nodded with satisfaction, it should be able to silence it!

"Yu Qing!"

"Young Master!"

Hearing the young master's shout, Lin Yuqing hurriedly walked into the house.

"You take this drawing, get in Junzi's carriage, and let him take you to various iron factories and iron shops to see which one can make this thing, and don't worry about money! You take a thousand dollars, as long as any of them can make it this afternoon, it's a thousand dollars, two thousand dollars! You know? ”

Pointing to the drawings on the table, Chen Moran instructed Lin Yuqing, the reason for being so anxious is very simple, I am afraid that the grandson will run away after getting the money, if he runs, I am afraid that he will no longer be willing, and he can only look at him and take his own silver to charge the uncle.

"It's the young master!"

Although I don't know why the young master is in such a hurry, Lin Yuqing, who has been by the young master's side for a while, at least knows that the young master's arrangement has always had his reasons.

"Also, let Jialiang come in, I still have a few words to say to him!"

When Lin Yuqing was about to go out, Chen Moran ordered that letting Jialiang kill people was really a last resort, and there was no way to do it. If you don't let him kill, can't you let yourself do it?

Luckily, he killed someone! When Zhu Jialiang entered the house, looking at the calmness on his face, Chen Moran nodded in his heart with satisfaction, and the third master picked up a treasure for himself.

"Jialiang, are you afraid?"

Zhu Jialiang shook his head, and then looked at the young master.

"Young master, my life was saved by you and the third master, not to mention murder, even if the young master wants my life, I am not afraid, let alone the lives of others!"

This answer made Chen Moran very satisfied, and he raised his eyes slightly.

"Jialiang, young master, I will never treat you badly!"

Ten minutes later, when Zhu Jialiang walked out, looking at the note, Chen Moran frowned again, why did he have to kill him?

Just because of the silver?

Not necessarily!

But what is that for? The pen turned between his fingers, and for a while, even Chen Moran couldn't figure out why he wanted to kill someone, and in order to kill this person, he even planned carefully, and even in the process, there was a faint excitement, the kind of excitement that came after mastering the power of life and death of others.

Repel?

No! I think it's enjoyment!

Is it to enjoy the violent thrill of killing? No! Chen Moran got an answer in his heart, which was to enjoy the thrill of being in power! It seems like a thrill like never before!

The corners of his lips raised, and Chen Moran spit out something he had never thought of.

"Actually, it's a good feeling!"

At the same time, a philosophical admonition comes to mind.

"Death is the simplest and most effective solution to everything."

When thinking of this philosophical proverb, Chen Moran's expression tended to be cold, his smile disappeared, leaving only a slight expression that seemed serious, his elbows on the table, his ten fingers against each other, and his index finger tapped, as if he was considering the inner meaning of this philosophical proverb.

Sometimes, it's the easiest way to solve a problem!

The roar of the machines in the Qiaju Iron Shop workshop was transmitted to the street, which always caused passers-by to frown, and the sound of the machine cutting steel and turning iron was very harsh.

In the roar of the lathe, lying on the front of the machine tool on the braid disc tied to the head of the person hanging the lathe empty, the lathe slowly stopped, Panasonic clamp on the "copper bowl", Zhou Qingquan, who was slightly sweating, helped down the frame of the glasses, carefully measured it with a vernier caliper, and then carefully checked the drawings next to the lathe.

In the past two years, Zhou Qingquan has been throwing it to apprentices, but today, he unexpectedly started the machine tool himself, and he really can't let go of those apprentices.

The business he received in the morning was extraordinary, from the time he saw the drawing, he felt that it was not simple, although he entered the manufacturing bureau at the age of 9, and went out of the bureau at the age of forty-nine to run this iron factory, he could draw such a fine drawing, he really saw it for the first time, and those foreign technicians in the past could not draw it, and this one in front of him at this time.

The object in this drawing was something he had never seen before, a thin-walled steel cylinder with four special brass bowls in between, and a steel pipe with four rows of rotating eyes drilled out in the middle.

The reason why I took over this unit business, in addition to being curious about the drawing, is also because there happen to be a few exhaust gas cylinders in the shop, and the size is similar to the thin steel cylinder on the drawing.

"Other shops, don't dare to take it, I'm afraid that there is no steel cylinder!"

Putting the last brass bowl into the steel cylinder, Zhou Qingquan muttered to himself, and after being busy for a while, a black steel cylinder nearly a foot long and one inch thick appeared in Zhou Qingquan's hand.

Carefully looking at the steel cylinder in his hand, Zhou Qingquan unscrewed the bolt at the next end with his hand, which should be the interface.

Where is the interface connected?

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingquan glanced at the remaining steel pipe cut off on the side, that steel pipe was a waste barrel of a fast gun made by the Manufacturing Bureau, if there was no waste barrel, Zhou Qingquan was afraid that he would not dare to take over this single hundred yuan foreign business.

"Isn't it ......"

Suddenly, Zhou Qingquan felt that this should be an object screwed on the barrel of the gun, but he couldn't say anything clearly.

"Who's okay to screw this thing to a gun, really!"

The thing that weighs nearly a pound is a steel pipe, a copper bowl, a copper wire, and an eraser, and unless it is idle and has nothing to do, it will be screwed to the gun head.

"Master, that person is here to pick up the goods!"

When Zhou Qingquan was puzzled, a guy came over, like his master, the braid was tied to the top of his head with a rope, and the people who worked by the machine were like this, preventing the braid from being torn by the machine, and finally tearing off the scalp.

Public Concession, Fuzhou Road, King Hotel,

Sitting in his room, looking at the boxes of bills, Jeff Rhys felt his heart beat uncontrollably, and after retrieving the $52,000 in cash from the auction house in the afternoon, Jeff felt like he was in a dream.

As a British Army captain, Jeffer never imagined that one day he would have a huge sum of $50,000.

"Michelle!"

Placing eleven stacks of bills on the bed, Jerfe remembered his lover back home in England, with this money, he could become rich, and at that time would Michelle's family still look down on him?

"When I return to England, those pieces of porcelain may sell for 20,000 pounds!"

Picking up one of the stacks of banknotes, Jeffer thought of the dozen or so pieces of stolen porcelain deposited in Tianjin, and before coming to Shanghai, he had no idea that a few hundred books could sell for a whopping fifty thousand dollars.

I knew it earlier......

Thinking of those burned books, Jeff only felt a pain in his flesh, and all that was burned was money!

Anyone can dream of getting rich, he arrived in the capital a few months later than others, and he even thought that he had missed the opportunity to make a fortune, but he didn't expect those broken books to be so valuable. It seems that other people also have some books in their hands, and then I can buy them from them and take them to Shanghai, no! It should be taken back to London, where people may be able to pay a higher price.

"Go back to Yanjing and see if you can get something more!"

Jeff couldn't help but look forward to returning to the capital, and his eyes were full of greed.

Why don't you have a drink or two and find a girl to celebrate?

The thought had just popped up in his heart, and when he saw the money on the bed, Jeff categorically dismissed the idea, and it was not yet time to celebrate.