After seeing off Zhang Zizhong and others, Yang Feng drove his boat back to Dagukou again, and waited quietly to the dock at night, then turned back to the cargo and drove to Peiping overnight with the remaining goods.

It was almost midnight when we arrived in Peking, so the guy called Richard directly.

"Damn, no matter who you are, it's better to give me a reason not to kick your ass!" Richard's angry roar came from the phone, obviously being disturbed by the good times.

"Dear Mr. Richard, the goods you are looking for have arrived. Are you interested in coming to receive them?" Yang Feng said in the tone of a 10086 little girl.

"Yang, Mr. Yang, my goodness, you are finally back. Where are you now? I'll go there right away!" Richard immediately changed his tone and said impatiently.

Half an hour later, he appeared in the Little Red Building with Heinz, who also received the call.

"The things you two want are here, but where are the things I want?" Yang Feng opened the back door of the cargo and said to them.

Looking at the neatly placed sulfa in it, Richard's eyes were straightened.

"Mr. Yang, the submachine gun, pistol and bullets are in the warehouse at the train station. You can get it at any time." Richard said with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let's go to the station together. If the inspection is correct, you can get half of the medicine you ordered, and give it to you after the remaining heavy machine guns arrive. As for Mr. Heinz, what about your weapons?" Yang Feng turned his gaze to Heinz.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Yang, the machine guns you need must also be transported from Germany, so it will take some time. However, the mortars and shells purchased from the Jinling Factory have arrived. There are also twenty mortars and two thousand shells in the warehouse of the Zenchen Foreign Company at the station." Heinz said.

"Okay, you can get half of it too. Now let's go to the train station." Yang Feng got on the train and led them to the Beiping Railway Station, and then found Zhang Zizhong who had been waiting for him here.

"Brother Zhang, take your people with you to move goods!" Yang Feng pointed at Richard and the others and said to Zhang Zizhong.

When those mortars and boxes of Thomson submachine guns appeared in front of them, not to mention those ordinary soldiers, even Zhang Zizhong was a little dazed.

"Brother Yang, this is all for us?" he asked a little incredible.

The poor kid is the leader of the first division, and the dignified lieutenant general was shocked by just twenty mortars and three hundred submachine guns and two hundred pistols. This shows how poor people are so depressed.

"It's all yours. As for how much Commander Song gave you, I don't know. But don't worry, this is only the first batch, there are a batch of heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns, and there are 75mm inch guns to arrive in a few days. As for mortars, I can't say how many more there are." Yang Feng patted his shoulder and said.

When Yang Feng thought of the 100 tons of seamless high-pressure alloy steel pipe he ordered from Sumitomo Metal, he couldn't help but tremble and felt a high-chao excitement.

It was not until midnight that Yang Feng finished his work. He had moved out of Yang Jing's house. After all, he already had his own house. If he continued to live in the Yang family, it would be easy to see that he had ulterior motives.

He now lives on the third floor of Xiaohonglou. After going back, he slept until noon the next day. He got up and made some breakfast by himself. After eating, he hummed a song and went downstairs.

"Old Li, have you had something to do these days?" He asked Li Mingde, who had already arrived to work.

"Mr. Richard and Heinz have come to you several times, and Mr. Rice from Jardine Mahjong, as well as people from France, Italy and Switzerland, and Ito has also come once," said Li Mingde.

"If the people from Yihe and their families come back, just tell them directly that the first phase of sales rights in Europe has been given to the Zen Foreign Company. They want to find Germans, or wait for another half a year. In half a year, the second phase of sales rights will be re-tendered. As for the Japanese, don't pay attention to them." Yang Feng said.

As they spoke, they arrived at the sales hall on the first floor together. Although the popularity of down jackets and small folding has decreased, there are still many customers here. Not only these two, but even the old Shanghai mechanical watches and plush toys are very popular. Now the people who come here to buy are not only locals, but many of them come from other places. The farthest ones have already appeared in Nanjing.

Among the women lingering in the down jacket, Yang Feng found a familiar figure. Helen, wearing black jeans and a short yellow down jacket, was standing in front of the fitting mirror and looking at herself.

"Hi, beauty! Is there anything I need help?" Yang Feng leaned over with a lustful look.

Helen gave him a blank look and spit out a word from her delicate little mouth that hurt Yang Feng: "Brave businessman!"

"Miss Helen, is this kind of image in your mind? Didn't I bring these beautiful clothes, life-saving medicines, and these cute dolls to this city? Isn't this enough to show my kindness?

Vomit, this is so sad, my heart is about to break!" Yang Feng said sadly in the tone of the male protagonist of Qiong Yao's drama.

Helen shivered without hesitation, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on her neck at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Selling the medicine that saves lives for twenty-two dollars a bottle, how many people do you think can enjoy your kindness? Selling a piece of clothing for fifty dollars, how many people can enjoy the warmth you provide?" Helen said coldly.

"Isn't there anyone? At least I've seen a lot now. As for medicines, you must understand the cost. Sulfonamide cannot be produced in industrial production. As for laboratory synthesis, you should be aware of the high cost.

But I can assure you that this situation will not last too long. Our Yanhuang Laboratory is solving this problem. Although I don’t know how long it will take, I believe it will be very soon. To be honest, such a drug cannot benefit all mankind, which is also a very painful thing for me." Yang Feng said with a compassionate expression.

"Mr. Yang, are you saying true?" A crisp voice sounded behind him.

When Yang Feng turned around, he immediately smiled: "Xiaojing, why are you here? Didn't you have class today?"

"My sister asked me for leave and asked me to accompany her to buy clothes." Yang Jing said softly.

Only then did Yang Feng find that her cousin Gu Wenxiu was standing next to him, and she was the one who just spoke.

"Ms. Gu, welcome, Xiao Wu, everything Xiao Jing, Miss Gu, and Miss Helen bought for free today!" Yang Feng said to the salesperson beside him.
Chapter completed!