The madness of these women reminded Yang Feng of another thing that made them crazy.

Stockings, nylon stockings.

It seems that DuPont started selling nylon stockings in the 1940s, which means that there is still nothing left now, which means that even if it sells it on a large scale, it will not have any conflicts with them.

I am just a little fish, so I can't mess with those big crocodiles, but it's winter now, so it's still a little too early to consider this.

With a look of business elite-like depth and wisdom, Yang Feng drove a truck full of oceans back to the Yang family, and his killing was about to start. When he thought of the cars piled up alleys, Yang Feng couldn't help but smile, which scared Yang Jing, who had been sitting next to him silently.

How much is a bottle suitable? Isn’t a little yellow croaker too shameless? It’s a profit of 5,000 times! Even PetroChina can’t do such an outrageous thing, but why is my heart beating so hard?

Fifty, no, it should be forty-eight boxes. Lin Yin moved away two boxes. As for how she delivered it to the volunteers in the Northeast, this is not what Yang Feng cares about. This girl is very mysterious. She probably has a bit of a relationship with a certain party. To be honest, Yang Feng was not sure whether these two boxes of sulfonamide went to the Northeast or Jiangxi.

But even if there are only forty-eight boxes, if you really want a bottle of a small yellow croaker, then this thing must be sold by the hunger method. So Yang Feng decided to only take out twenty boxes this time and let those people grab it!

His sulfonamide has always been left in the carriage. There is a secret wall inside the carriage transformed from a shuttle. No one can open the door except Yang Feng himself, and it is safer than the bank's vault.

On the second day, people from this era learned from their suits and laces, wiping their hair into a dog's hair, and then they leaned on a civilized stick like a genuine beast. They called out a Chevrolet classic car from the car shop, carrying the business cards left by the people yesterday, and began to visit them one by one.

In response to his compatriots, he was the one who fooled Yang Jing's cousin yesterday. He first dressed himself up to worry about the country and the people, was righteous and occupied the commanding heights of morality. Then he emphasized how difficult it was to make sulfonamide. How much money they have invested in over the years is almost gone. In short, this thing is worth the price of a bottle of a small yellow croaker.

As for treating foreigners, it is very simple. In a word, the quantity is limited. If you want to buy it quickly, do you want to love it?

Those foreigners are just taking this set. They know very well that whenever they treat their own medicine, they will never care about spending money. A bottle of a small yellow croaker is just a bottle. At worst, the price is set at a higher price when used. It is still very reasonable for two small yellow croakers.

After two days of running around, Yang Feng took action on all twenty boxes of sulfonamides. Looking at the mountains of gold and silver dollars piled up in the carriage, this guy was so happy that he was almost drooling.

This day is New Year's Day. Although the Chinese did not attach great importance to this at this time, Yang Feng, who had made a fortune, still took advantage of this opportunity to vent his excitement.

The guy drove the Yang family directly to the Beijing Hotel next to the Forbidden City. As soon as he got off the car, he met an acquaintance, the little white face that was ravaged by his heart.

At this time, he was snuggling up to a fat girl who respected 90 kilograms with a happy face. Her tenderness and sweetness made others envious.

Yang Feng was beside Yang Jing. The white down jacket had a faint fluorescent light under the light, looking like a graceful white lotus.

Pang Ya may have a bad popularity, and no one informed her of the news of the rush to buy down jackets, so she was still wearing a cheongsam, and was supported by a fat body and bloated clothes inside, just like a big balloon. So when she saw Yang Jing, her originally happy smile immediately turned blue.

But at this time, the little white face was also stunned by Yang Jing, so that she forgot her situation and changed her original tenderness and sweetness in an instant.

"Xiaojing, are you here to have a meal too?" he said softly.

"Xiao Jing, you're very intimate. You're very familiar with each other?" Yang Jing didn't answer, and a cold voice rang.

The little white-faced body trembled involuntarily, turned his head as fast as possible, and said with a little unsightly: "I, we are just classmates!"

"Classmate? Is it true?" Fat Ya sneered, aiming at Yang Jing, and a faint cold light flashed.

Although Yang Feng was happy to watch the show, it would be bad if he had Yang Jing involved, so he leaned over and said kindly: "This, I can prove that they really have no other relationship."

"What are you?" Pang Ya stood on the steps and looked at him contemptuously.

"Damn it! Fatty, I have tolerated you for a long time. To be honest, it's not your fault to be ugly, but it's wrong to scare people!" Yang Feng became angry when he heard this and said bluntly.

Fatty Ya was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand Yang Feng's words for a moment, but she woke up instantly, screamed angrily, and crashed into Yang Feng like a huge elastic ball.

Yang Feng was so scared that he jumped aside.

The out-of-control elastic ball hit the ground all of a sudden. Although it had a good buffer, Fat Ya, who had never experienced such a thing, was still scared to death.

"Everyone saw it, I didn't do it!" Yang Feng shouted with his hands raised.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Come here!"

Then I immediately saw two big-sleeved bodyguards with round waists coming out of nowhere.

Yang Feng was startled and immediately reached into his arms. As a Chinese man who was difficult to even have an air gun to reach, he suddenly came to a world where guns were flooded. If he didn't use a gun to play with it, it seemed too incredible. Yang Feng had the latest Mauser 1932 in his arms, which is the famous fast and slow machine.

But unfortunately, before he could show his gun and shake his might, an angry shout came from behind: "What are you doing? Don't you look at where this is?"

Behind him, who was about to enter the hotel, were a group of soldiers in blue and gray uniforms, or a group of officers. The leader was a big, burly man with a righteous face and a powerful person without anger.

Of course, it was mainly because he was carrying two dazzling Venus stars on his shoulders.

The two bodyguards immediately stopped. The most unprovoked soldiers these days are soldiers. Even if they are the most down-and-out Northwest Army, the Beiping City back then was still the only one in the world.

"Take out your hands too!" The lieutenant general looked at Yang Feng and said lightly.

Yang Feng smiled embarrassedly and pulled his hand out of his arms.

The two bodyguards were not fools either. When they saw Yang Feng's actions, they immediately understood what was in his arms. A fearful expression suddenly appeared on their faces. At the same time, they looked at the lieutenant general with a little gratitude.
Chapter completed!