Yang Feng also breathed a sigh of relief, relying on the hundred francs given by Ravel to live these days, for him who is used to luxury, it is really like a year, and now he can finally enjoy it, first of all, he has to clean up the inside of the yacht, and now it can definitely be said that it is a family with four walls.

While counting the banknotes beautifully, he said to Huang Zunxian: "Lord Huang, this is the so-called Tiansheng Shui, this thing can be said to cure many terminal diseases, except for a small number of people who may be allergic to it, there are almost no side effects, and when someone in our embassy has diseases like pneumonia, tetanus, and regression fever, just tell me, and our own people can use it for free."

He remembered that Xue Fucheng died of regression fever, speaking of which, this old man can be said to be a rare person in Chinese officialdom at this time, if he can live, at least Li Er's devil will not lose so badly in Jiawu.

"Then why do you have to get a sign of an ancestral elixir?" Huang Zunxian asked suspiciously.

"I want to say that this was invented by our Chinese scientists, who would dare to use those ghosts now? Give them some mystery as a gimmick, and these guys are more at ease. Yang Feng said with a smile.

Penicillin is going to be sold in the upper class of Europe and the United States, and those dukes and counts absolutely scoff at Chinese scientists, but they often rush to things with a bit of magic.

Huang Zunxian is a little difficult to understand, but it's none of his business, he mainly came to visit Yang Feng's yacht, and by the way, he told this guy that there was a dinner held by the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the evening, and he was going to attend as Xue Fucheng's translator, so it was best to change his clothes, and he was wearing this set a little too unorthodox.

Yang Feng looked at the black assault suit on his body, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and didn't know if he would scare Lao Xue Tou by changing into a golden dragon stand-up, but if he thought about it, forget it, although this is Paris, even if he wears a five-clawed golden dragon, no one cares, but after all, he has to think about the future.

This goods found a ready-to-wear store, chose a more pleasing evening dress, dressed up like a well-dressed ** went to the embassy, and then Huang Zunxian introduced it to Xue Fucheng, and went to the dinner with the chubby old man Xue in a carriage that night. This is actually a farewell banquet for Xue Fucheng by the French, although he is also the minister of the four countries, but mainly British, so he will be based in London.

Yang Feng's performance at the banquet can be said to be very eye-catching, this goods are used to mixing in high society, on such an occasion, he is naturally like a fish in water, well-dressed, gentle and elegant, and his conversation is witty like a bead, plus the knowledge is also relatively rich, and he is stunned by a bunch of ghosts, and those who don't know how to do it think he is a minister!

However, as he attracted more and more attention, the French people attending the dinner suddenly noticed that Yang Yi seemed to be carrying a very beautiful watch on his wrist, you must know that Lu Dao is still in the era of pocket watches, although there are watches, they are all combined with bracelets, similar to jewelry, specially for those celebrities and ladies to wear, and they are the top ladies and ladies, such as queens and princesses.

"Yang, are you wearing a watch?" A French diplomat who had a speculative conversation with Yang Feng asked.

"Ah, is that what you're talking about?" Yang Feng casually raised his hand and showed his seagull skeleton tourbillon in front of him, and this guy's eyes immediately straightened, as if he saw a beautiful woman open his mind in front of him.

"Self-winding, tourbillon, with calendar, and waterproof, even if you're swimming in the Seine, you can take it with you." Yang Feng said reservedly.

"It can't be!" The diplomat, who could no longer maintain his image, exclaimed without hesitation, and the guests to the dinner were immediately drawn in.

"Monsieur Pierre, are you doubting my honesty?" Yang Feng said with a displeased face.

Xue Fucheng, who didn't understand French, looked at him suspiciously, to be honest, he was very satisfied with Yang Feng's translation, although this goods were a bit noisy, but as a Chinese diplomat who didn't understand Western society, such an assistant could be said to be what he was looking forward to the most.

"Sir, it's fine, Monsieur Pierre just doesn't believe my watch is that magical." Yang Feng lowered his head and explained to him.

"Yang, please forgive me for my gaffe, but what you said is too unbelievable, it is impossible to accommodate a tourbillon in such a small watch, let alone an automatic winding mechanism, as for waterproofing, it is simply unbelievable." Pierre apologized without apology.

There's no need to doubt the calendar, the calendar on the dial is clearly there, and the earliest calendar was first exhibited by Audemars Piguet last year.

Yang Feng looked at him, then at the suspicious eyes of the ghosts around him, and then under a dumbfounded gaze, he took off his watch with a faint smile and put it into Pierre's wine glass.

There was an immediate scream all around.

Pierre raised his wine glass, through the blood-red wine in the glass, the watch that looked a little strange, the hands of the hands were turning quietly without any abnormality, some guests had already taken out their pocket watches, looking at the rotating fingers, the whole banquet hall was silent, only the sound of countless watch hands turning, especially the seagull tourbillon in the wine glass, the ticking sound seemed to be a faint mockery, becoming clearer and clearer with the passage of time.

"Monsieur Pierre, aren't you tired?" After almost half an hour, Yang Feng said sincerely.

Pierre, holding his glass like a sculpture, gave him a blank look.

Yang Feng reached out and took out his watch from his wine glass, then wiped it with a napkin, and put it back on his wrist under countless shocked eyes.

"As for the self-winding and tourbillon, I don't think there's any need to show it." Yang Feng shook his watch and said lightly.

The Seagull Tourbillon appeared in the Paris newspaper the next day, and the legend of this magical watch quickly spread on the European continent, and by this time its owner had already set off for England.

The redecorated private yacht Black Arrow (this is the name Yang Feng gave to his yacht) carried the Chinese mission to the UK, including Xue Fucheng and Huang Zunxian, speeding on the Seine River, Yang Feng stood in the wheelhouse and hummed a song while enjoying the scenery on both sides of the river.

"Fengsheng, what kind of machine are you? Why don't you burn coal?" Xue Fucheng was very interested in his diesel engine, and one by one in the stern power room, looking at the two diesel engines in amazement.

Fengsheng is the word Yang Feng gave himself, and in view of the fact that this thing is more popular at this time, he also got one for himself.

Now that the Westernization movement is in full swing, the ancient Chinese officials have long regarded these strange skills as a trend, especially Westernization cadres like Xue Fucheng, who are well aware of the importance of skills.

"It's called an internal combustion engine, it's different from a steam engine, it burns oil, and now Europe burns gasoline, and I burn diesel, I plan to file a patent application for this design with the patent offices of various countries, and I have the money to build my own factory in the future." Yang Feng said casually.

He is really going to produce diesel engines, of course, not tank engines with more than 500 horsepower, this thing is a bit mysterious for this era, but the engine of the walk-behind tractor is okay, and his computer on the shuttle has countless information stored in it, not to mention the diesel engine, even the turbojet engine.

So when he arrived in London, he was ready to file patent applications for European countries, and whether he could get them was another matter, anyway, he was not in a hurry, and there was no one to compete with him at this time, and Diesel only applied for a patent for his engine design in 1892, and only built the first machine in 1897, and he didn't have any pressure.

"Brother Fengsheng, are you interested in making this kind of thing in our country? You don't need any investment, I can recommend you to Li Zhongtang, and when the time comes, I will open a factory for you alone, not only let you be the general manager, but also give you six products, and when the factory makes money, you can also give you dividends. Xue Fucheng said.

This old man thinks very well, he is famous, advantageous and powerful, he doesn't have to pay a penny, if Boss Yang is not ambitious, maybe he will really consider it, but unfortunately the object he wants to fool is an old fritter who knows the background of officialdom.

"You, this old guy is too insidious, when the time comes, he really builds a diesel engine, and Li Er Devil kicks me away, who will Lao Tzu cry with at that time?" Yang Feng thought to himself.

"Lord Xue, this thing is not just designed, it must also have a supporting industrial base, and there must be excellent workers." He hurriedly said.

"We don't lack these in China, we can even build ironclad ships ourselves, and we can't build such a small thing?" Xue Fucheng still said with no end in his heart, he didn't tell a lie, the Westernization Movement has been carried out until now, China's industrial level is not low, it can be said that a system has been formed, not only can it build its own steam engine to make ironclad ships, and even in this year, the Jinling Machinery Bureau has begun to imitate the 120 mm rapid-fire gun, it can be said that China in this era has a modern industry, but unfortunately a first day is over, Yang Feng can't help but feel a little boo when he thinks of this.

"Lord Xue, in fact, I have already planned for this matter, I will first open a factory in Europe, wait for the normal production of products, and then get a group of workers from China, learn while doing here, and then build a factory in China when I am almost done, so as to avoid problems." Yang Feng said that he could only appease the old man first.

Xue Fucheng didn't speak anymore, he was an old fox, so he naturally understood that Yang Feng was fooling him.