Jumping the Huangpu River, Yu Maoren, was originally a senior in a foreign business run by a Belgian, and was also a well-known figure in Shanghai. Later, the Belgians could not bear the stimulation of the Songhu War, so they simply withdrew their capital back to their hometown. With the savings in his hands, he rushed into the stock market and then lost everything, feeling ashamed to face his family, so he had the idea of ​​suicide.

However, suicide is a matter of one thing, and few people will persevere. At this time, letting the river water soak, and Yang Feng's excitement, he has no courage to continue. However, after listening to his experience, Yang Feng became interested. He was thinking about setting up a branch in the south. At first, he wanted to be in Nanjing, but later he felt unwilling to deal with those bureaucrats. In the north, he had the support of the powerful factions such as the 29th Army, but no one was born in the south.

If it is located in the concession in Shanghai, you don’t need to worry about these things. This way, a manager who is familiar with Shanghai is very needed. Yu Maoren is a choice that you can try.

"Old Yu, are you interested in having sex with me?" Yang Feng asked bluntly.

"Mr. Yang?"

Yang Feng looked up and saw a fashionable little horse riding a phoenix fold, and then pointed it out.

Yu Maoren was stunned, then reacted, his eyes widened and said in shock: "Mr. Yang is from the Peking Jinyuan Company?"

"What kind of people from Jinyuan Company? Mr. Yang is Jinyuan's boss!" Qin Songnian, the accompanying lawyer, said with a smile.

Yu Maoren was stunned. Jin Yuan's name has been well-known in the past six months. In the wealthy families in Shanghai, if anyone doesn't have one or two Jin Yuan's things, they will be embarrassed to appear in social occasions. From down jackets, folding bicycles some time ago, to stockings that have been snatched up now, and those novel clothing, they are all essential things in the upper class in Shanghai. However, I didn't expect that Jin Yuan's boss was actually a young man in his twenties.

"Mr. Yang wants to open a store in Shanghai?" He immediately understood what Yang Feng meant.

"I have this idea, but I don't care about it yet. I am now preparing to go to the United States and think about it when I come back. If you are willing to do it with me, please accompany me to the United States first." Yang Feng said.

"It's okay to go, it's at home..." Yu Maoren said with a wry smile. It seems that his money has indeed been completely compensated.

Yang Feng stretched out his hand, and the guard leader Lao Wu handed the check, and then he wrote a check very casually: "There is a thousand dollars here, which is the four-month salary you have advanced."

Yu Maoren was shocked. It was a bit unbelievable for him to think about it. However, he understood it when he thought about it. It depends on the performance of this trip to the United States. If he performed poorly, he would not think about the price. Of course, this also proves that the boss Yang Feng is absolutely generous.

Yu Maoren went back to handle housework, and Yang Feng and his party returned to Huizhong Hotel. Richard was already a little anxious at this time. Under the arrangement of Minister Jensen, the US Consul General in Shanghai had to practice it for Yang Feng tonight. A group of American businessmen were eagerly waiting for Yang Feng's money tree!

Yu Maoren's affairs were very simple. He just added a boat ticket. Just tell him. Soon Yang Feng changed into his dress and prepared to go to the banquet. As soon as this guy came out, he scared everyone. He was wearing a black Chinese standing collar, and there was a golden dragon more than a foot long on his left chest, which was spreading his teeth and claws. He also looked extremely arrogant.

"Is there any problem?" he said reservedly.

"Yang, I have to say that your outfit is so handsome!" Richard said with his thumb.

"As Chinese, they must have the Chinese style. What's the matter if you always learn from you foreigners?" Yang Feng said lightly, shaking his wrist, revealing a mechanical watch that he had never seen before.

"Yang, is this your new watch?" Richard asked unexpectedly.

"Yes, our watch engineers' masterpiece of wisdom, seagulls, tourbillons."

Richard took a breath of air conditioning. Although the tourbillon has been invented for more than a hundred years, the Chinese have also made it, which still makes him feel dizzy. These are not those new inventions of Yang Feng before. Those may have emerged from occasional inspiration, and this is a sign of reaching the peak of craftsmanship.

He was shocked there, but Yang Feng was complaining, "Oh, what he created in 1795 was only created in 1995, and he still blew there every day, blowing it!"

The two of them left Huizhong Hotel with their own ulterior motives, then got into an inconspicuous Ford sedan, followed the guards driving a Jeep and headed straight to the US Consulate.

By the time they arrived, there were already many guests. Yang Feng's name was much louder among foreigners than among Chinese. They knew very well what Yang Feng had introduced meant. After a burst of unnutritional greetings, soon after the introduction of the American consul, a foreigner in his forties walked up to Yang Feng.

"Yang, this is Mr. Johnson, the head of DuPont in China. He really hopes to get to know you."

"Mr. Johnson is probably more willing to meet my rayon?" Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Mr. Yang, I actually want to know both." Johnson said.

"Actually, I went to the United States to apply for a patent for rayon. If I can get a patent, I will find a partner to carry out industrial production. You also know that the environment in China is not suitable for this. DuPont has always been the partner I look forward to, of course, the premise is that your company's offer must be reasonable.

Another point is that you know that my business focus is in Peking, and it is threatened by the Japanese, so I definitely can’t stay abroad for too long. I will issue patent applications to European countries at the same time. Companies from countries that pass the application the fastest will usually be given priority, so we’d better look forward to your country’s patent examiners, and be more efficient.”

"Mr. Yang, I think you will soon discover that we in the United States have the most efficient government, and DuPont is also the most generous company." Johnson shrugged.

"I really don't agree with the efficiency of your country's patent department. Do you know? They actually reviewed my previous ballpoint pen and folding bicycle patents for three months. It's so scary!"

"As bureaucrats, they are inevitably a little delayed, but sometimes they will be quick. I believe that this time, their efficiency will be much better." Johnson said.

"I hope so!" Yang Feng said that he had planned for a long time, and patent review was very troublesome. It was normal for several months or even years, but Yang Feng didn't have so much time to wait. He had to give Americans some encouragement, and it would be better to solve all his patents within two months. This should not be difficult.

At that time, as long as the wind is released, which country passes the patent review first, it will first negotiate with the company of which country. I believe that the patent offices of various countries will start a competition for this.

Other customers had no idea about Yang Feng’s current things. After all, with Pfizer and DuPont in front, there was no room for them to take action. What they were more concerned about is what Yang Feng would launch next.

"Everyone, please believe me. After arriving in the United States, I will give you a surprise." Yang Fengzhen said with a smile. It would be a surprise then. I hope you will not be shocked.

After the banquet, the guy returned to Huizhong Hotel with satisfaction. It was already very late at this time. At night, Shanghai still showed the prosperity of the largest metropolis in the East. Fashionable modern beauties and unclothed house beggars, together they formed a strange worldly painting in the neon lights. In the lingering and soft singing, there were sometimes faint gunshots, and hell and heaven were accompanied by it.

"I like this city. Although it is full of modern high-rise buildings, it makes me feel like I'm back to my childhood. At that time, I followed my father to hunt for gold in the western wastelands full of wild animals. Just like here, there is no order and full of crisis, but it may make you rich overnight!" Richard suddenly sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin figure suddenly emerged from the alley in front of him, stumbled to the front of the car, and then four burly men rushed out from behind, slashed the iron ruler in their hand and slashed it down.

Yang Feng had no habit of meddling nostalgia, but the driver subconsciously stepped on the brakes. The boy in front immediately climbed onto the front of the car and begged through the windshield with tears and snot.

"Drag him aside and chop him!" Yang Feng was so angry that he stretched out his head and shouted at the gangsters.

Who knew that one of the guys immediately pointed at his nose and cursed impolitely. As for what he scolded, Yang Feng didn't know, and he couldn't understand the Shanghai dialect.

Before he could speak, the guard in the passenger seat in front had already taken out the fast and slow machine, and the black muzzle pointed directly at the guy's nose.

Who knew that the other party was not afraid, but instead sneered and said something.

"Boss, let's stop meddling in other people's business. They are Boss Zhang's subordinates." The driver said tremblingly.

"Which boss Zhang?" Yang Feng asked.

"Zhang Xiaolin!" the driver said in a low voice.

At this time, the guards in the car behind had already jumped down, holding Thomson one by one and directly surrounding the group of people. The other party was a little scared at this time. You should know that Yang Feng and other guards were different from these gangsters. They were all veterans who came out of the dead, and their temperaments were different. In elegant words, it was called murderous aura as if they had substance.

The boy in the front of the car was clever and jumped over and wanted to run. But before he could run two steps, he was picked up by the guard leader Wu and scoundrel.

"Beat that kid and leave this guy behind!" Yang Feng said to Old Wu.

Old Wu handed the goods in his hand to a guard, then walked to the guy who had just scolded Yang Feng with an evil smile, and took out the guy on his body and handed it to another guard, a M1911, a fast and slow machine, and a Thomson. Then he actually took out four oval grenades from his waist, which made the gangsters' scalp numb.

"We won't bully people. Since you are also a friend of the Tao, let's make friends through martial arts." Old Wu said sincerely with a look of movement.
Chapter completed!