The company is set up and the rest is to go to Persia to extract oil, this work must be led by Yang Feng, except for him no one knows where the oil field is, there is no pressure to find the oil field Yang Feng, he has visited several major oil fields in Iran, the general location is still relatively clear, the rest is nothing more than drilling, exploration engineers will solve these problems.

However, before that, he must first solve the biggest hidden danger of his own promotion of diesel engines.

Outside the port of Gothenburg, a small yacht with a displacement of several tens of tons was on trial, and the shore was full of onlookers, and from time to time there was a burst of exclamation, because the small boat actually ran at a high speed of twenty-five knots.

"That's absolutely not going to work, I've invested over 100,000 pounds in research on steam turbines, and now you're going to give me a copy of that? Nearly two thousand horsepower to propel a small boat of less than fifty tons, can only run twenty-five knots? Are you insulting my intelligence?" However, Boss Yang, who was standing on the shore, was extremely dissatisfied, and said to a group of engineers beside him, including Parsons and Laval, with a gloomy face.

"Mr. Yang, I don't think the problem will definitely be in the steam turbine, this kind of power is enough to drive a thousand-ton warship, it must be the problem of the ship itself." Parsons was also surprised by the result, considering that many small ironclad ships for coastal defense at this time usually had a power of just over 1,000 horsepower.

"So what are you waiting for? Stop and find a solution to it, today I will not go back, just here to watch you work, tomorrow I must know why a two-thousand-horsepower steam turbine can only make a small boat run twenty-five knots. Boss Yang Feng said.

Parsons hurriedly called out to stop the ongoing sea trials, drove the Turbonia into the dock, and ran over with a group of engineers to start the study nervously, watching them concentrate on their work, Yang Feng couldn't help but sigh.

This person must not stay, he still does not know the propeller cavitation problem, if he knows this problem, then this small boat can easily run thirty-five knots, think about what a blow this news will cause to his diesel engine plan.

There is no psychological pressure to kill a person, and when it comes to his status, human life is basically a small weight on the balance of interests, and there is no other meaning except the number of numbers.

It's just that how to do this work quietly is a problem, and he doesn't bother to do it without technical content like finding someone to shoot a black gun, in fact, he has been prepared for it for a long time.

That night, under the strict supervision of Boss Yang, Parsons and his engineers worked until late at night, still not finding out what the problem was, but they were all exhausted by this time, and Boss Yang naturally didn't want to force them to go to bed first, and then wake up.

Of course, it's almost early in the morning, and I have to continue working tomorrow, so it's unnecessary to go home again, including Boss Yang himself, who has arranged a room in the shipyard for a night, not to mention those ordinary engineers, no one knows that just two hours later, when everyone fell asleep, Boss Yang quietly opened the suitcase he was carrying.

This is a notebook.

After turning on the machine, I quickly adjusted to an operation interface, and at the same time, in the room where Parsons lived not far away, a pair of small red eyes under the bed lit up.

Lying under the bed was a small monster, not much bigger than a fist, with six mechanical legs and a long probe at the tip like a mosquito, looking hideous.

This is a specially customized miniature remote-controlled spider machine, which Boss Yang used to secretly solve some guys who are not suitable to continue to live in the world, and the probe in front of it is actually a syringe, which contains a high concentration of **, which is a must-have medicine for the Mossad, and it is impossible to be recognized at all in this era.

Yang Feng, who was more than ten meters away, controlled the mechanical spider, crawled out silently in the darkness with his eyes with night vision, and then climbed up along the wooden bed legs.

Poor Parsons was sleeping soundly at this time! After a day of work, he had no idea that his boss had reached out his claws.

The mechanical spider quickly crawled to his arm full of black hair, and the needle coated with anesthetic gently pierced a little in the vein, such a sting would not be noticeable to the sleeping person, and then the anesthetic began to work, and the needle immediately pierced the vein, and a tube of ** was slowly injected into Parsons's vein, and the sleeping Parsons stepped into the ghost gate.

When the task was done, the mechanical spider quickly climbed out of bed, then burrowed back under the bed, and then attached itself to the plank under the bed like a fallen bat.

The next morning, Mr. Parsons, the second largest shareholder of Sweden's Young's Steam Turbine Company, a famous scientist and inventor of the reactionary steam turbine, died of suffocation due to throat spasm due to some unknown disease.

This is a tragic accident, his family and lawyer, who were rushed from England to Sweden, as well as the Gothenburg police station, have all determined this, the deceased has no injuries on his body, and there are no strangulation marks on his neck, according to Mr. Laval, who first found him dead, when he came to call Mr. Parsons, the door was still locked, he woke up Boss Yang, and the two of them broke open the door and went in together, and then Boss Yang asked him to go out to find a doctor, and he tried to take first aid measures.

"I just don't believe that my friend who worked with him late into the night last night died like that, in fact, Charles's body was already cold at that time, unless God showed a miracle, no one could save him, I knew that I wouldn't let him work overtime, during this time for the development of the steam turbine, Charles worked too intensely." Facing the police at the Gothenburg Police Station, Boss Yang said with self-reproach.

It was a very unexpected tragedy, and that was all, even if an autopsy was performed at the request of the family, it could only prove that Mr. Parsons died of natural causes, and that there was no possibility of murder, and since it was a natural death, there was nothing to say, and his shares in the Young's Turbine Company were inherited by his family, and the unfinished business he left behind was continued by his deputy, Mr. Laval.

However, this blow to Boss Yang is still very strict, his steam turbine research and development work is almost aborted, in the case of never finding the problem of the Turbonia, the reactionary steam turbine is actually stranded, the main development direction of Yang's steam turbine company began to transfer to Laval's impulse steam turbine, but the progress is slow, of course, this is just a small setback for Yang Feng, his diesel engine progress is very smooth, Young's Power Systems soon delivered the first large marine diesel with a total power of 7,000 hp to the Armstrong shipyard and it was in good trial operation.

This news was frantically declared by major European newspapers, everyone understands what a 7,000-horsepower diesel engine means, and the power of the two large ironclad steam engines sold by the Germans to China is no more than that, and this machine that does not need a boiler, does not need a huge coal bunker, and does not need a huge chimney tens of meters high can almost be said to let marine power enter a new era, and the eyes of the whole Europe are once again focused on the Chinese who brought them one surprise after another.

However, at this time, Boss Yang had already set off for Persia.

He has nothing to worry about in the diesel engine, although the diesel engine delivered to the Armstrong shipyard claims to be produced by the Swedish factory, but in fact, 70% of it is produced by beautiful women's heads, and he can pat his chest to guarantee the performance.

The Nautilus, with nearly 100 employees of the Imperial Oil Company, galloped at twenty-eight knots, crossed the Mediterranean, crossed the Suez Canal and entered the Red Sea, at this time the Middle East was still the territory of the Ottoman Turkish Empire, although this powerful empire that had once been under the city of Vienna, like his brothers in the East, was already in decline, but it still maintained a shell painted with tiger skins, and even a fleet that was not weaker than the Beiyang Naval Division.

As for her neighbors, the destination of Yang Feng's trip is Persia, or later Iran, now there is not even a tiger skin, this ancient country is still under the rule of the Qajar Dynasty, with Britain in the south and Russia in the north.

It is fortunate that no oil has been discovered, and if the big oil fields in the Middle East are discovered, it will be a matter of minutes for the two countries to be divided, because there is no use value, and no one has coveted the desert of the Arabian Peninsula so far.

With so much oil left underground, it's a crime, and it has to be done so that the world knows that this vast sea of sand is an endless treasure trove. Looking at the coastline of the Arabian Peninsula on the left, Boss Yang smiled particularly sinisterly.

After crossing the Red Sea and bypassing the Arabian Peninsula into the Strait of Hormuz, after docking at Bandar Abbas, Holland, the general manager of the Imperial Oil Company, who had arrived long ago, was already waiting at the port, he was the man Rothschild was looking for, and it was said that he had been doing business in Iran before, and he had some connections with the Iranian royal family.

"How's the talk going?" As soon as he got off the boat, Yang Feng asked.

He was referring to the same Shah Nasser al-Din as Iran. Saudi Arabia's negotiations on a monopoly on Iran's oil exploration and exploitation rights.

"His Majesty's asking price is too high, he wants thirty percent of the equity." Holland said with a shrug.

"What are you kidding, thirty percent? So what do we have left? Or maybe it's time to put some pressure on him, to make him understand that he is giving charity, and a weak person is not qualified to ask for it. Yang Feng said with a sneer.