In the power compartment of the Black Arrow, the inventor of the steam turbine looked at the two small and delicate diesel engines with a dumbfounded expression, and then asked in a very bitter tone: "Mr. Yang, can these two machines really provide a thousand horsepower?"

"Right? The power of a single unit is 520 horsepower, and the two cars add up to 1,000 and 40 horsepower, and they use cheap diesel. Boss Yang said proudly that he deliberately brought Parsons to visit the diesel engine, just to use this thing to stimulate this guy.

The corners of Parsons' mouth twitched, and the two diesels seemed to him like two little devils who were smirking at each other, devouring his future little by little.

You must know that his biggest dream is that one day, he can make every ship sailing on the ocean, whether it is a cargo ship, a cruise ship, or a warship, all be equipped with his steam turbine. Playing power? Up to now, his steam turbine can provide a maximum of 300 horsepower, but this diesel engine has reached 500, playing with volume? The volume of this small diesel engine is less than one-tenth of his steam turbine, playing reliability? Until now, the only steam turbine he sold had to be repaired every day, but Yang Feng had already run away in the world on a diesel engine ship.

As soon as he thought of his dark future, he had an urge to turn around and strangle Yang Feng.

"Mr. Parsons, your face doesn't seem to look good, is it sick? If you're sick, be sure to tell me, and as you know, I'm not only an entrepreneur, but also a doctor. Boss Yang said with a pure face.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just shocked by your diesel." Parsons said with a grinning smile.

"Indeed, I am also quite proud of it, I am even ready to use it to build warships, no more, twenty such diesel engines add up, enough to drive a three-thousand-ton warship to run more than twenty-five knots, but how much does twenty such machines weigh? Not even fifteen tons, how much weight does the same 10,000-horsepower steam engine weigh? I'm afraid that a hundred and fifty tons is not only I, but a three-thousand-ton battleship saves several hundred tons of weight, and what does this mean, I believe you must know very well.

Twenty units are enough to drive one cruiser, but what about forty? I'm afraid there is nothing wrong with driving the battleship, what if you zoom it in again? We can even provide tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of horsepower, not to mention a 10,000-ton warship, even a 20,000-ton warship can be driven. Boss Yang learned the mustache's signature moves, waving his fists and roaring like a madman, as excited as a spotted hyena who can't wait to bite its prey.

He was excited there, but Parsons was about to faint from this cruel reality, and according to Boss Yang's way of development, it would probably not be long before his steam turbine would be kicked into the garbage heap.

"Of course, it will take a little time for this kind of machine to become popular, or it will appear a little early, after all, all countries are still using coal as the main fuel, and the oil age has just begun, so I am also interested in your steam turbine, at least it is a very good spare item.

Why don't we work together? I will set up a steam turbine company in the UK, and you take a stake in Parsons Steam Turbine Company, which you now own, you can own 10% of the shares, but the steam turbine patent you own must go to the new company, and all future invention patents for steam turbines will belong to the company, and you will be the chief engineer of the company. Yang Feng changed the topic and said casually, sounding as if he was giving Parsons a chance.

It's a pity that Parsons didn't cooperate with his kindness at all.

"Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry, I treat my company like my own child, and I won't sell it no matter what." Parsons shook his head and said firmly.

"Mr. Parsons, isn't that good? I am very sincere, your attitude really surprised me, you should know very well that in the face of diesel engines, steam turbines have no advantages at all, not to mention that steam turbines are not the only ones you have patents, the same invitation I have sent to Mr. Laval, with my support, I am afraid that it will not be long before he can install his steam turbine on the ship, and then what will be your end?" Yang Feng said slightly threateningly.

At this point, he is not to scare people, Eriksen is really already contacting Laval, and he is also very interested in cooperation, but Yang Feng is not interested in his steam turbine, the impulse steam turbine has a bit high requirements for technology and materials, and with the increase of power, this aspect of the requirements will be higher and higher, this is far inferior to Parsons steam turbines, it can be said that his design is the same as the diesel engine, a little ahead.

Parsons still shook his head without hesitation.

"Mr. Parsons, do you know what? It is a great affront to a man to reject his sincerity, or that you are now an insult to me, and if you continue to insist on this uncooperative attitude, then you must be prepared to bear my wrath. Seeing that Parsons didn't eat oil and salt, Boss Yang immediately showed a hideous face.

"Mr. Yang, are you threatening me?" Parsons was stunned for a moment, he was not quite used to the sudden new face of this originally suave guy.

"What is a threat?" Boss Yang sat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of blood-red wine, and then said while shaking the glass: "On the old streets of Newcastle, in the dark alleys of England on a rainy night, a gentleman is hurrying back to his home, his gentle wife and lovely daughter, waiting to have dinner with him.

At this moment a staggering drunk man walked across from him, full of alcohol and disgusting, and the moment he passed by, the gentleman politely turned to the side, but at this moment, he saw the sharp knife in the drunkard's hand.

No miracle happened, God did not hear the gentleman's prayers, the cold sharp knife pierced straight into his heart, and ten minutes later, his body was found by passers-by, by this time his blood had been drained, and the tomb was his only refuge.

His wife will remarry, her daughter will be abused by her stepfather, beaten badly, and even ruined by Qiangji, a beautiful family.

The man who caused this tragedy took the 10,000 pounds that his employer had rewarded him, boarded a merchant ship bound for the New World or Asia, and disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Mr. Parsons, do you know the truth? I'm also a novelist, and I'm pretty good at making up stories. Yang Feng said with a cruel smile.

"Mr. Yang, Britain is a civilized and legal society, such a thing will not happen, even if it happens, then the law will give justice to that gentleman, and the mastermind and murderer behind the scenes will be sent to the gallows." Parsons looked at Johnson in the cab with a white face, and said in a very weak tone.

"Ha, law, are you telling a joke? Do you know how much property I have? I can tell you that I have so far more than a million pounds in fixed assets, and a million pounds each in the Rothschild Bank and the Bank of Baring, and the number is increasing at a rate of tens of thousands of pounds a day, and that I have saved the lives of at least four members of the House of Lords so far, and that countless true rulers of this empire have made great gestures of friendship to me, because one day their lives may need to be saved by me.

You talk about law with someone like me?

That wasn't made for people like me. Yang Feng said with a sneer.

I have to say that Parsons was really frightened, he was just a law-abiding small factory owner, but he had never dealt with people like Yang Feng, and now he looked at Yang Feng like a devil with a hideous face, which can be seen from his stumbling steps when he got off the boat.

"Boss, do you really need to kill him? I know a lot of friends in London who can do this kind of work. Johnson leaned over to Yang Feng, who was looking at Parsons' back and sneering, and said cautiously.

This guy was a mercenary for those gold mine owners in South Africa, and even participated in the Zulu War and the First Boer War, and he was also an old executioner covered in blood, and his young sister had no one to take care of after the death of his parents, so he returned to England from South Africa, and his sister was bankrupt after suffering from sepsis and could not be saved, but he was easily saved by Yang Feng, not only that, but also gave their brothers and sisters a superior life, which can be said to be dead heart to Yang Feng.

"Not for the time being, but if he really doesn't cooperate, then this person must be eliminated, and his kind of machine will become the biggest enemy of our diesel engines." Yang Feng said lightly.

"Understood." Johnson nodded immediately, it's too easy to find a gunslinger with a destitute life to do this kind of work these days, and there is no need to kill it after it's over, and stuff it into the ship, North America, Africa, Asia, and even Russia can hide without a trace.

Yang Feng was not worried that Parsons would not commit, he was a smart man, he should know very well the fate of the confrontation with three million pounds, and the result was indeed as he expected, that night when Yang Feng hugged a beautiful woman who met at the welcome dinner held for him at the Armstrong shipyard, he fell asleep exhausted, Parsons was awakened by a nightmare, and then wiped the cold sweat on his head and watched his sleeping wife sleep all night.

In the final analysis, he is just an ordinary person, just a little fart, and Yang Feng has no qualifications to confront a super-rich man like Yang Feng, and Yang Feng has also given him enough benefits, with his financial resources as the backing, his ideals will be truly realized, although ten percent of the shares are a little less, but it is estimated that this is not non-negotiable, after thinking about it, he decided to give in.