The next morning, Yang Feng rushed to the company in the heavy snow. It was too early and the people had not arrived yet. He only saw Elena walking out of her room in pajamas and yawning. Her eyes were not open yet. She looked lazy and looked like she was waking up from a dream. She saw Yang Feng's fire rising and rushed over and carried her up.

Elena screamed in fear. When she saw that it was Yang Feng, she immediately smiled. She smiled while pretending to shout: "No, it's rude, QJ!" As a result, Yang Feng just threw her on the bed, and this guy counterattacked and pressed him under him.

A couple of wives and wives were troubled by the woman who had been having sex for more than half an hour, and almost forgot to get to work time blocked by Ye Yan, who had always arrived early.

"Have Elena got up yet?" Ye Yan looked at Elena's closed door in confusion.

"I don't know? Is this dead girl always getting up late?" Yang Feng, who was sitting behind the boss's desk, said in surprise.

Ye Yan shrugged and did not bother with this little problem anymore. Yang Feng also breathed a sigh of relief. Soon the staff arrived. Yang Feng began to assign tasks. First of all, the synthesis method of nylon and polyester and the industrial production method were of course the earliest, and there were also acrylics. If you want to mix and spun, you must not miss it.

These are no longer a secret in modern times. I guess you can solve it by just finding a beast, just spending some money and giving some gifts.

Of course, Yang Feng rarely goes to the United States, so he can't just get such a little thing, so the tasks he arranged next are a bit inexplicable.

"Try to collect as many new inventions as possible between 1934 and 1960, and you can collect as much as you like. In addition, focus on the automotive field, medicine field, and chemical field. Ah, and, pay special attention to Japan." Yang Feng said with a treacherous smile.

At that time, the American people will be unforgettable to their names. Haven’t they always like to use patent rights to deal with Chinese people? The time for revenge has come, and the bomb award has been given to China for more than a hundred years.

Is that a prize? That's disgusting Chinese people. You Chinese are only worthy of playing some text games. As for science and technology, you should just draw circles! Of course, this is also related to the fact that the Chinese are not good at it. It is indeed difficult to hear that China has refreshing inventions, but it is quite a pleasant follower of others.

Of course, you can't take out too much at once. One hundred pieces is enough to be shocking. Prepare the others first, keep the speed at 200 pieces per year, so that it should be almost done. People should not be too greedy and have to leave food for others, right?

However, what should be the first batch of patents? This requires careful consideration. You already have the patent rights for ballpoint pens, so you must have polyethylene, otherwise what kind of ballpoint pens are used to produce ballpoint pens?

It seems that the polyethylene discovered by the British Bunemen Company in 1933 is not known when or whether they have applied for a patent. What if they don’t care! Even if they have applied for it, it is impossible to approve it so quickly. The ballpoint pen applied for patents from the United States and Europe last year, and there is already polyethylene on it. He will win the lawsuit. What’s more, it’s not the same as production. The patents for industrial production processes must be their own. Let them cry in the laboratory at that time!

Penicillin cannot be applied for patents. Fleming has made it public, so it would be shameless to apply for it yourself. However, it can be applied for patents for industrial production processes, which are the kind that Pfizer used to breed in a big pot, but it is not suitable now. I have to make a few more years of money. Let’s talk about it when someone studies the Tianyi Shenshui is penicillin.

If penicillin is not good, there are streptomycin. Many celebrities have died in tuberculosis. If they can survive, what will the world be like? Yang Feng was shocked. He seemed to have been ignoring this problem. Because of the emergence of sulfonamide and penicillin, how many damn people have not died? For example, Wang Runbo, who was originally blown to death, can now get out of bed and walk around.

This guy is now a colonel and has made great contributions. He is also a direct subordinate of Chiang Kai-shek. He will soon become a major general and a lieutenant general. Then it is impossible not to have an impact on history. This is only what he knows, but what he doesn't know?

I dare not think about it anymore. This kind of question is too profound. I guess I dare not study Einstein and Nietzsche together.

Besides, it’s up to you. No matter how bad the Chinese people are, how bad can they be?

There is also the automotive aspect. In the 1930s and 1940s, but in the era of great development of the automobile industry, it would be too stupid not to make a fortune from this aspect, such as radial tires, disc brakes, Volvo's three-point seat belts, GM's automatic transmission, and even intermittent wipers. These patents can be applied for.

Also, getting a Willis Jeep from World War II should be a very good choice. You can even buy a small car factory in the United States to produce this. There should be many car factories in the United States that are on the verge of bankruptcy during the Great Depression?

Do it as you say it, and others can do anything else. You must do it yourself if you have such loving things.

There are many Chinese people who collect Willis Jeep. This thing is so classic that it is so classic that it is a World War II military fan who wants to own one. Yang Feng searched the Internet and unexpectedly found that there is a World War II Willis Jeep in this city that transfers a World War II Willis Jeep, and it is also the most classic MB model.

I called and contacted him. The other party was a man. I asked for the address clearly. The guy drove over in the heavy snow. Because he was in a happy mood, he was a little proud. The deformed R8 of the shuttle machine ran fast on the snowy road. As soon as he jumped out of the city, he was stopped by a traffic policeman on the side of the road.

"Is there anything wrong?" Yang Feng asked carefully. He is a good citizen who is law-abiding and obedient. He never does anything like running red lights or walking on yellow lines.

"The road is slippery on snowy days, don't drive so fast!" The traffic policeman is still a woman, with a good voice and a pretty face. He looks very energetic with his two big eyes, but he just can't tell what he is like when he is wrapped in a coat.

"I understand, thank you!" Yang Feng said casually.

The little policewoman waved his hand and let it go. Before Yang Feng could leave, a large cart on the opposite side rushed over with a slithering and screaming.

The little policewoman was a little slow to react and was stunned.

She was stunned for Yang Feng, but she was not stunned. She pushed open the car door and pulled her into her arms. The R8 jumped out in an instant, and then she heard a loud bang behind her. The little policewoman's police car rolled into the ditch on the side of the road, and then the big cart turned over and entered the ditch.

"Damn it! It's so spectacular!" Yang Feng stopped the car, looked at the scene behind him like a blockbuster, and exclaimed sincerely.

"Let go and save people quickly!" the little policewoman shouted with a flushed face. She was still pressed in her arms by Yang Feng!

Yang Feng then smiled embarrassedly and let go of his hand. The two of them quickly got out of the car together. While calling for support, the little policewoman climbed up the goods with Yang Feng and dragged out the two unconscious drivers inside.

"Okay, I'll leave in an urgent matter!" After all, Yang Feng said to the little policewoman and quickly got in the car and left. The little policewoman behind seemed to have shouted something, what's wrong with her!

The seller's home is in the suburbs, an old three-story building. It can be seen that the financial conditions used to be good, but now it has obviously declined. It can be seen from the mottled exterior walls on the outside.

When I knocked on the door, a middle-aged man in his fifties came out. He was very dark, with a vicissitudes of life and a filial piety on his arms.

"Hello, it's Mr. Chen. My surname is Yang, I'm here to see the car." Yang Feng said.

The middle-aged man nodded and turned around to take him to a garage. When he entered the door, Yang Feng was startled. It was not only the Willis Jeep he wanted, but also a T34 tank, but also a cannon.

"My old man was a tank soldier when he was young. He drove this when he resisted the U.S. aggression and aid Korea. Later, he was injured and transferred to his job. After retirement, he didn't know what he thought, so he found his former comrades to get this and this jeep, which was also brought together." Old Chen explained with a wry smile.

"Do you sell the tank?" Yang Feng asked expectantly.

"You want it?"

Yang Feng nodded.

"This thing is a bit sensitive. No matter what, it is a weapon. My father is well maintained, and there is no problem when the oil is driven out. I want to leave it to the police for handling." Old Chen said hesitantly.

"Brave businessman!" Yang Feng cursed inwardly.

"Two combined for one million!" he said with a finger.

"Mr. Yang, this is not a matter of money."

"One.5 million, if you don't sell it, you'll lose it!"

"This, this, okay! Seeing that you really want it, Mr. Yang, I'll take this risk!" Old Chen said pretending.

T34, it seems that this is still 85. I wonder if Comrade Joseph will like it? No matter if Comrade Joseph does not like it, there is still Adolf, and there will always be someone who will like it.

The two were talking there, and one person pushed open the door and rushed in, just in time to face Yang Feng's eyes.

"You?" the two said almost at the same time.

The girl who came here just now.

"Are you here to buy my grandfather's car?" The little policewoman's face immediately became very unfriendly.

"I'm sorry, we won't sell it!" she said in a stiff tone.

"Don't pay attention to her!" Old Chen said with a gloomy face.

"Grandpa has only been away for a few days? You are just thinking about selling his relics. Do you have a son like you?" the little policewoman shouted.

"I am your father, and you don't need you to teach me a lesson!" Old Chen shouted angrily.

"You are my father, have you ever taken care of me? Have you ever taken care of grandpa?" said the little policewoman without hesitation.

Yang Feng looked awkwardly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that every family has a difficult sutra to recite. It seems that this is another ethical drama.

"Don't think I don't know that you have a home outside. You have supported them all the money you earned in Africa over the years, right? Have my grandfather and I spent a penny on you? If it weren't for grandfather's pension and his former friends, I'm afraid I wouldn't even afford to go to school, let alone join the traffic police team. Now that the business is about to go bankrupt, I remember to sell my grandfather's things!" the little policewoman cried and shouted.

"Do you know that they have been detained by those niggers now. If I can't get the money back to pay off the debt, they will have to die there. They are also your younger brothers and sisters!" Old Chen sat dejectedly on the ground and said with tears in his eyes.

The little policewoman couldn't speak at this moment, and the surroundings were silent and the atmosphere was quite strange.

"Can you ask weakly where do you do business?" a very dissonant voice suddenly asked.

"Africa, Mozambique!" said Old Chen.

"Ah, what business did you do before, and what industry did there be there?"

"I have an import and export company in Pemba, with a warehouse, office building, and a house." Old Chen's eyes lit up and he said quickly.

"That's it, what if I sell it to me? Of course, I will ask a professional to evaluate the price." Yang Feng asked.

"Yes, as long as you are willing to ask for it, we can discuss the price." Old Chen grabbed Yang Feng's hand like a drowning ghost and grabbed a substitute.

There is no problem with the rest. Although I am very reluctant, my father has said this. Although I don’t know the truth or the fake, it is natural that the little policewoman will not stop him anymore. However, there is a risk of danger on such a road, so Yang Feng decided to come over again in two days.

"Hey, what are your name?" Before leaving, the little policewoman asked him with a blushing face.

"Yang Feng, where are you?" Yang Feng smiled slutty.

"Chen Xi!" said the little girl shyly.

(Thank you for your book friend Yue Xinyu, Haohan Xingchen, Feng Continue to Destroy the reward and the evaluation ticket for cream pudding.)
Chapter completed!