The next morning, Yang Feng released the news that he wanted to return to China by buying a boat ticket instead of buying a boat ticket. When his partners in New York came to him one by one, he was already sitting in Anliangtang's living room and drinking and having fun with Situ Meitang and others.

The leader of this American Chinese is in his sixties, thin and small, with a bunch of iconic beards and wearing a simple Chinese gown. If it weren't for the arrogance of the heroes on his face, no one would have thought that it was this person who created Sun Dapao, and this person who raised tens of millions of dollars in the War of Resistance to support the country.

"Mr. Situ, come on, this is the only thing I want to do for the younger generation. The watches made by us Chinese are not a good thing. We always give them to you as a souvenir." Yang Feng smiled and handed over his seagull tourbillon.

"Oh, this gift must be collected." Situ Meitang hurriedly took it over and looked at it with love.

"In addition, this is still a tourbillon." Yang Feng's next sentence made everyone take a breath of air conditioning. They are all familiar with it. They naturally know what the tourbillon means, the peak of mechanical craftsmanship, the king of watchmaking, of course, the price is also amazing. When looking at this watch again, Situ Meitang's gaze was extremely solemn.

After watching it for a long time, he carefully handed it to his son beside him, and then sighed and said, "Nephew Yang, I feel ashamed of your gift."

"Hey, didn't I say that it's not worth much. If you like it, I'll bring you a box next time." Yang Feng said indifferently.

"In addition, I really have something to ask you to help you," he continued.

"Speaking."

"I believe you are very clear about the Great Wall Battle some time ago. I have also provided a lot of help to the front-line army, and even went to the battlefield. I found that the biggest gap between us and the Japanese army was in the air. Our sky had no protection at all. Japanese planes could bomb our soldiers as they pleased.

I sent ten howitzers to Guan Linzheng from Gubeikou. He used these guns to bombard almost one artillery brigade of the Japanese army, but half of them were blown up by two Japanese planes.

Gong Changhai, deputy commander of the 41st Army in Chifeng, defeated a Japanese brigade, and thousands of people chased and killed hundreds of Japanese troops, causing nearly a thousand casualties from six Japanese planes to explode, and they could only watch the enemy escape.

We don’t have an air force. The Northeast Army’s hundreds of aircraft were sent to the Japanese. There were only a dozen old-fashioned aircraft in the entire North China. Not to mention defending North China, even the city of Peking could not be protected.

We can buy it without a plane, but there is nothing we can do without a pilot. It takes several years to train an excellent pilot. The Japanese army outside the Great Wall is still eyeing it, and time is endless!

Although this is a major national event, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country, and we should not be out of the matter.

So I am planning to set up a flight school in the United States and invite a group of retired American pilots to be coaches. First, to train pilots for my airline, and second, to prepare a group of soldiers for our air force. However, if you recruit students from China, your language and living habits are difficult to match, so I would like to ask you to help you recruit a group of aspiring young people from overseas Chinese to share the worries of the country."

"This is fine, everything is covered by me." Situ Meitang said.

"Then I thanked me in advance. There is another thing I have to ask you for help, but this matter must be kept confidential." Yang Feng said with a smirk.

"I would like to ask you to find a few brothers from the bottom of the art to help me catch a batch of white moths, which are American lamp moths, the kind that is flooded every year, but it must be kept confidential and not let anyone know."

"What do you want this thing for?" Situ Meitang asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, a small gift for a friend." Yang Fengzhen said with a smile.

After An Liangtang left, Yang Feng smiled happily. He had wanted to train pilots for a long time, but it attracted more attention in China. It might be nothing to train his passenger planes, but it would be different if he had built a batch of fighter planes now.

But it doesn't matter in the United States. Buy a piece of land in the Midwest countryside and buy a batch of unarmed fighter jets. They play whatever they like. Now, many of the American farmers are modified by old fighter jets. As long as they don't install machine guns, no one will care.

He went with joy, noticing that there was always an inconspicuous Ford behind his butt, which had been parked in Chinatown and had followed him from the moment he came out.

"George, we'll still be watching this yellow-skinned monkey until when." said a young white man in the Ford car tiredly.

"Shut up! It's not easy to have a good job these days. If the superiors want to do so, I hope to follow this guy forever." The middle-aged man driving said casually.

"I really don't understand what the above wants to investigate? This is a real playboy. Seeing him bringing that beauty to life every day, I envy the joy of the Soviets killing all the capitalists." George said viciously.

"Don't worry! We don't have the right to know about the big guys." The middle-aged man shrugged.

Of course, Yang Feng would not know the conversation behind him. At this time, he was looking at the woman standing in front of his car with confusion, wearing heavy makeup and exposed clothes. He looked like he was engaged in some ancient profession. Now American prostitutes are very cheap. In the good times in the early days of the Great Depression, there were young girls willing to sleep with you for ten cents, and the market is just slightly rising.

"Sir, please help me. My sister is very ill. Please help me take her to the hospital!" The woman lay on the car window and begged anxiously.

"Lead the way!" Yang Feng shrugged.

The cargo followed the woman into a sewage alley, old houses, dilapidated streets, Gothic-style darkness, a woman lying in front of the door in the distance, and two men guarded her.

The cargo goods stopped. Yang Feng was about to get off the car, but suddenly, he looked in the mirror and a truck stopped at the entrance of the alley. He immediately became vigilant.

"Release the person on there!" He pointed back and said, with an additional platform between the front of the car and the car, which is usually a machine gunner or something.

The woman immediately smiled, and found a whistle from somewhere and blew it hard. At the same time, another truck appeared in front of the alley. More than a dozen white men holding sticks rushed out of the door, instantly surrounding the cargo, and even the woman lying on the ground stood up.

"Get out!" The guy who was kicked by Margaret yesterday walked to the front of the car in a strange posture and hit the car window with a hard stick. The hard wooden stick bounced back and hit his head with the same force. The guy immediately screamed and covered his head and squatted down.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the scene in disbelief. Yang Feng sat in the car and looked at them with a smile.

A guy cursed, swung the iron rod in his hand and smashed it hard. Then he heard a bang, and the iron rod flew out of his hand. The car window in front of him was unscathed. The guy looked at the cracked tiger's mouth, took out the revolver like a collapse, aimed at Yang Feng's smile behind the window and pulled the trigger.

The crisp gunshot woke up the two people who were negotiating with the truck driver. They looked at each other and their faces changed immediately. They took out their guns and pointed them at the driver without hesitation. At the same time, they took out their ID and shouted: "Drive, FBI."

The truck driver was startled and drove away quickly. Then the two agents appeared in front of the incredible scene. A group of white men were waving all kinds of weapons in their hands, wasting their efforts on Yang Feng's truck in vain. There were two lying on the ground next to them, one covering his head and the other covering his stomach screaming.

"Put down your weapons, hold your head and squat down!" The two agents yelled with guns.

A group of little piss stopped quickly and squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms.

"What's going on with them?" said the middle-aged agent pointing to the two on the ground.

"I was injured by the jump!"

"Being hit on the stomach by the jumper?" The agent looked at the revolver on the ground and felt that this was more indestructible than a truck. Just think about it and know that if these people attacked Yang Feng, they would definitely not shoot downwards, and they would not pop up the jump that could hit their stomachs.

"Really, this Chinese knows witchcraft!" Xiao Pizi said with a sad face.

Yang Feng was very angry. At least when the DuPont company went to see him, he was really angry.

"The Hei Gang in New York wants to kidnap me, and the FBI is following me. Oh my God, is this still a free and civilized country? Even in Shanghai, which is known for its chaos, I have never encountered such a situation! I won't wait, leave immediately!" He was furious at his subordinates.

"Ah, Emil, please forgive me. I was a little out of control today. You know that it is difficult for anyone to remain calm when they encounter such a situation. Do you know? They shot me six times in total!"

Yang Feng roared with five claws spreading his right hand, and then stretched out one of his left hand.

"All six guns, do you know how I feel when I watch bullets fly to myself one by one? If I weren't driving a bulletproof car, my head would definitely be beaten like a watermelon that kicked it.

It's so scary, I can't believe that this will happen in a country known for its freedom and civilization. The government is following a legitimate businessman and the gangsters kill civilians in broad daylight. Oh my God, is this in Sicily, Italy?"

As he was talking, Richard walked in, and Emil quickly accompanied him with a smile on his face. After a while, Yang Feng was in a stable mood under the three girls' service, he said goodbye. After coming out, Emil looked at Richard with a relaxed face and asked strangely: "Aren't you worried that our friends will make any irrational choices? You must know that he loves the Japanese girl around him!"

"No, Emil, you don't know Yang, please believe me, he is just acting. He has performed like this once in Peking. He just needs something valuable to comfort him. Last time he received a gift of more than 100,000 dollars a day, so please believe me. If you go back and prepare some gifts and come to see him, you will be treated differently. Never give him flowers, even if you find a prostitute, don't give him flowers. As for me, today I just come to see how angry I get, and then determine what price gifts should be given to him.

As for his return home, we can't do anything about it. He has to go back. He has a secret deal with the Germans. I don't know the content. The condition is that the Germans build a power plant and an arsenal for him. I just got the news that the construction of the Germans has begun." Richard shrugged and said.
Chapter completed!