Chapter 92: Angry Yang Feng
Early the next morning, Yang Feng released the news that he was going to return to China through the manager of the hotel where he was staying by buying a ferry ticket. When his partners in New York came to him one by one, he was already sitting in the living room of An Liangtang, drinking and chatting with Situ Meitang and others.
The leader of the Chinese in the Americas was in his sixties, thin, with a trademark beard, and wore a simple Chinese gown, if it weren't for the arrogance of the high-rollers on his face, no one would have thought that it was this person who single-handedly created Sun Dacang, and it was this person who raised tens of millions of dollars to support the country during the Anti-Japanese War.
"Situ Gong, come, this is a little heart of the juniors, our Chinese self-made watches are not a good thing, give them to you as a souvenir." Yang Feng smiled and handed over his seagull tourbillon.
"Oh, this gift has to be received." Situ Meitang hurriedly took it and looked at it with admiration.
"And it's a tourbillon." Yang Feng's next sentence made everyone gasp, they all knew what the tourbillon meant, the pinnacle of mechanical technology, the king of clock manufacturing, of course, the price was also amazing, and when he looked at this watch, Situ Meitang's eyes were extremely dignified.
After looking at it for a long time, he carefully handed it to the son next to him, and then said with a long breath: "Nephew Yang Xian, this gift of yours makes the old man deserve it." ”
"Hey, didn't I say it, I made it myself, it's not worth much, if you like it, I'll bring you a box next time." Yang Feng said indifferently.
"In addition, the juniors do have something to ask you to help with." He continued.
"Please."
"Some time ago, I believe you know very well that the younger generations also provided a lot of help to the front-line armies, and even went to the battlefield. The younger generation found that the biggest gap between us and the Japanese army was in the air, our sky was not protected in the slightest, and the Japanese planes could bomb our soldiers as they wanted.
I sent 10 howitzers to Guan Lin in Gubeikou, and he used these guns to bombard almost one Japanese artillery group, so that two Japanese planes could blow up half of them.
At Chifeng, the deputy commander of the 41st Army, Gong Changhai, defeated a Japanese brigade, thousands of people chased and killed the remnants of a few hundred Japanese troops, so that the six Japanese planes were bombed and suffered nearly 1,000 casualties, and they could only watch the enemy flee.
We don't have an air force, and the Northeast Army gave Zhang Xiaozhuo a few hundred planes to the Japanese, and there are only a dozen old-fashioned planes in the whole of North China, let alone defending North China, and even Beiping City can't protect it.
We can buy no planes, but there is nothing to do without pilots, it takes a few years to train an excellent pilot, and the Japanese army outside the Great Wall is still eyeing it, and time is running out!
Although this is a major national event, the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, and my generation should not stay out of it.
Therefore, the younger generation is going to set up a flight school in the United States and invite a group of retired US military pilots to be instructors, one is to train pilots for my airline, and the other is to prepare a group of fighters for our air force, but if you recruit students from China, it is difficult for the language and living habits to match, so I would like to ask you to help recruit a group of aspiring young people among overseas Chinese to share the worries of the country. ”
"That's no problem, it's all about the old decay." Situ Meitang said.
"The junior will thank you first, and there is another thing that I have to ask for your help, but this matter must be kept secret." Yang Feng said with a wicked smile.
"The younger generation wants to ask you to find a few brothers who are very close to me and help me catch a batch of white moths, which are the American lamp moths, the kind of moths that flood every year, but they must be kept secret and no one can know the way."
"What do you want this for?" Situ Meitang asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, a small gift for a friend." Yang Feng said with a smile.
After leaving An Liangtang, Yang Feng smiled happily, training pilots was something he had wanted to do for a long time, but it was more noticeable in China, and it might be nothing to train with his passenger planes, but if he got a batch of fighters now, it would be different.
But in the United States, it doesn't matter, buy a piece of land in the countryside of the Midwest, and then buy a batch of unarmed fighter jets, how to play and how you like, now American farmers sprinkle pesticides, many of them are old fighter modifications, as long as they don't install machine guns, no one will care.
He patronized and went to be happy, not noticing that there was always a nondescript Ford behind his buttocks, which had been parked in Chinatown and had been following him as soon as he came out.
"George, we're going to keep an eye on this yellow-skinned monkey." A young white man in the Ford said wearily.
"Shut up! It's not easy to have a good job these days, and if the above is willing, I hope to follow this guy forever. The middle-aged man driving said casually.
"I really don't understand what the hell is trying to look up above? This is a real playboy, and seeing him take that beauty to live happily every day, I envy the happiness of the Soviets who killed all the capitalists. George said viciously.
"Whatever! We are not qualified to know about things between big people. The middle-aged man shrugged and said.
Of course, Yang Feng didn't know the conversation behind him, at this time he was looking at the woman blocking his car with a puzzled face, wearing heavy makeup, revealing clothes, at first glance, he was engaged in some kind of ancient profession, the current American prostitute is very cheap, in the good times of the early days of the Great Depression, there were young girls who were willing to sleep with you for ten cents, and now the market is only slightly rising.
"Sir, please help, my sister is very sick, please help get her to the hospital!" The woman leaned on the window, pleading anxiously.
"Lead the way!" Yang Feng shrugged and said.
The van followed the woman into a sewage-ridden alley, old houses, dilapidated streets, and Gothic-style gloom, where a woman lay in front of the door in the distance, and two men stood guard beside her.
The van stopped, Yang Feng was just about to get out of the car, and suddenly in the rearview mirror, a truck stopped at the entrance of the alley, and he immediately became vigilant.
"Lift people up there!" He pointed back and said, there was an additional platform between the front of the car and the carriage, and it was usually a machine gunner or something.
The woman immediately laughed, and out of nowhere, she felt a whistle and blew it vigorously, while another truck appeared in front of the alley, and more than a dozen white men with sticks poured out of the door, instantly surrounding the vans, and even the woman lying on the ground stood up.
"Get out of the car!" The guy who had been kicked by Margaret yesterday walked to the front of the car in a strange posture and slammed it on the window, and the hard stick bounced back and hit him on the head with the same force, and the guy immediately screamed and covered his head and squatted down.
Everyone was stunned and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, Yang Feng sat in the car and looked at them with a smile.
A guy scolded, picked up the iron rod in his hand and smashed it hard, and then he heard a bang, the iron rod flew out of his hand, and the car window in front of him was unscathed.
The crisp sound of gunfire woke up the two people who were negotiating with the truck driver, they looked at each other, their faces immediately changed, and without hesitation, they took out their guns and pointed them at the driver, and at the same time took out their documents and shouted: "Drive, FBI." ”
The truck driver was startled and quickly drove away, followed by an unbelievable scene in front of the two detectives, a group of white people waving all kinds of weapons in their hands, wasting their strength on Yang Feng's truck in vain like madness, and there were two lying on the ground next to him, one holding his head and the other holding his stomach and screaming there.
"Lay down your weapons and crouch with your head in your hands!" The two agents shouted with guns raised.
A group of little quickly stopped, and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
"What's going on with them?" The middle-aged detective pointed to the two on the ground and said.
"Yes, I was injured by a ricochet!"
"Hit in the stomach by a ricochet?" The agent looked at the revolver on the ground, and felt that this thing was more incredible than the indestructibility of the truck, and when he thought about it, he knew that if these people attacked Yang Feng, they would definitely not shoot with the muzzle down, and they would not eject a ricocheting bullet that could hit him in the stomach anyway.
"Really, this Chinese knows witchcraft!" The little pisper said with a sad face.
Yang Feng was very angry, at least when the people from DuPont went to see him, he was really angry.
"The HEI gang in New York is trying to kidnap me, the FBI is following me, oh my God, is this still a free and civilized country? I have never encountered such a situation even in Shanghai, which is known for its chaos! Don't wait, leave now! "He was furious at his men.
"Ah, Emir, I beg your pardon, I'm a bit out of shape today, and you know that it's hard for anyone to stay calm in such a situation, do you know it? They shot me six times! ”
Yang Feng shouted with five claws in his right hand, and stretched out another left hand after thinking about it.
"Six shots, do you know how I felt when I watched the bullets fly towards me one after another? If I hadn't driven a bulletproof car, I'd definitely have been kicked into a watermelon in the head.
It's horrible, I can't believe that such a thing could happen in a country known for its freedom and civilization, where the government is stalking a legitimate businessman and the gangsters kill civilians in broad daylight, oh my God, is this in Sicily, Italy? ”
As he was talking, Richard also walked in, and the two of them hurriedly accompanied him with a smile to comfort him, and after a while, Yang Feng was in a stable mood under the service of the three girls before saying goodbye, and after coming out, Emile looked at Richard, who had a relaxed face, and asked strangely: "Aren't you worried that our friends will make some irrational choices?" You must know that he is very fond of the Japanese girl next to him! ”
"No, Emir, you don't know Yang, please believe me he is just acting, he has performed like this once in Beiping, he just needs something of value to comfort, last time he received a gift of more than 100,000 US dollars in one day, so please believe me, you go back and prepare some gifts and come to see him again, you will be treated differently, don't give him flowers, even if you find him a prostitute, don't give him flowers, as for me, today is just to see the degree of anger, Then decide what price to give him.
As for his return to China, there is nothing we can do about this, he must go back, he has a secret deal with the Germans, the contents of which I do not know, on the condition that the Germans build him a power plant and an arsenal, I have just received the news that the construction of the Germans has begun. Richard said with a shrug.
(Xie Lu Xie Shuyou's ethereal wind 02 and You Tianyou's reward, in addition, Xie Lu Xie Shuyou laughed at the changing world to help, I am really too busy with work these days, and I can't take care of many things, and the end of the year is always the time when the factory orders are the most, and there is a set of machines that I am specifically responsible for.) )