OK, Hang Weihu has to admit that he was scared by the numbers he said again. Is this guy building so many armors ready to start a war?

Seeing Hang Weihu not speaking for a long time and the suspicious gaze in his eyes, Yang Feng was very unhappy. He knew that what he was going to build made the factory manager suspicious, and he also doubted whether it was a wise choice to cooperate with such a person who likes to think randomly. He pushed the teacup and stood up and said to Hang Weihu: "Director Hangzhou, I know you may need some time to consider it. It doesn't matter if you think slowly, I'll go back first."

After saying that, Yang Feng stood up and walked out of the door.

"Hey...Mr. Yang, please wait!"

Before Yang Feng could reach the door, a anxious voice from Hangweihu came from behind. He rushed to Yang Feng in three steps and stopped him and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry. I was thinking about some issues just now, so I was a little distracted. There is absolutely no problem with your order. I promise that it can be completed within a week."

At this time, Hang Weihu was so angry that he just wanted to slap himself in the face. At this time, he also came back to the point. Who is using this thing when fighting these days? Even a fool knows that wearing a bulletproof vest is better than this thing. And with such hesitation, a big order worth several million was actually slipped away from his hands.

Isn’t it just some armor? Even bulletproof vests can be legally traded on Taobao these days. Will you break the rules of making a few armors yourself? With this order, you can earn at least millions. How to keep the factory alive is the most important thing.

Yang Feng stared at Hangweihu and asked with a smile: "Does Director Hangzhou not need to think about it anymore?"

"I have considered it clearly!" Hang Weihu answered solemnly, with an extremely firm tone. If he could even fly away this order delivered to his door, he would not forgive himself no matter what.

"I will only give you one week in one week." Yang Feng stretched out a finger: "If you can't complete the order on time within this time, then I will cancel the order. If the armor you made is of poor quality, then our cooperation will end here."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang. Today I will call the best master to design the most suitable plan for you overnight. I will start making molds tomorrow. All the molds can be made in five days. We can drive out your orders in the remaining time!" Hang Weihu almost gritted his teeth to ensure that.

Yang Feng looked at him deeply, then nodded: "That's good, I hope Director Hang can trust his words."

"I can assure you!" Hang Weihu was almost swearing.

After the two agreed, both parties called lawyers to start drafting the agreement. More than an hour later, Yang Feng left a deposit of 500,000 yuan. However, when he left, he asked in a joke tone whether Hangweihu could cast cannons. If not, now we can study how Napoleon cannons were made. Now there are many rich people abroad who like to play these antique cannons. After saying that, Yang Feng ignored Hangweihu, who was stunned by the sound of being stunned, and took the lawyer away on his own.

In the next week, Yang Feng threw his main work to Zhang Sicheng, and he spent a few days of stalemate with Xu Ziqing. During this period, he also called Yan Danchen and Xiao Gangpao, who were far away in the film and television base. After learning that the crew was nervously filming and really had no time to give Yan Danchen a holiday, Yang Feng had no choice but to give up his mind to visit the set.

Sometimes Yang Feng also feels that he is really not a good person. He has a woman as good as Xu Ziqing but is still thinking about another woman. Could it be that he is moving further and further towards the path of men? He considered this issue and came to a conclusion. It seems that after staying in the time and space of the Ming Dynasty for a long time, he was also influenced by the thinking there.

On April 8, the fifth year of Tianqi, dozens of people came to the Qianhu Station of Jiangdongmen. The group rode war horses and wore fat jackets unique to the Ming army. This fat jacket was big red, with knee-length, narrow sleeves, and cotton inside. Below the waist, it was also equipped with iron mesh skirts and mesh trousers, and iron mesh boots. This was the standard equipment for the Ming soldiers of this era.

However, unlike the ragged military uniforms of most Ming soldiers, their war jackets are neat and new. They are wearing chain mail outside the war jackets, with knives, javelins, and even bows and arrows, which look quite fierce. In the center of this group of people is a general with a beard in his forties. The general's chest is embroidered with a tiger, which proves that the general is at least an officer of third rank or above.

After these people arrived near Qianhu Station in Jiangdongmen, the first thing that caught their eye was the three huge water trucks by the river. When they saw the three large water trucks constantly transporting the river water to the canal on the shore and then transporting it to the distance along the canal, the general couldn't help but feel slightly moved and said softly: "It's interesting, it seems that the rumors are very likely to be true."

At this time, an officer who looked like a hundred households beside him smiled and said, "Sir, don't worry, wait until we go in and check it out."

While talking, the group slowly moved forward along the road by the river. After walking along the canal for a while, they looked at the lively rice fields beside the canal, and they were surprised even if they were mentally prepared. It seemed that the big water trucks were really powerful. They could actually send the river water so far from the shore and plant rice in fields so far from the river. This was very amazing.

Before the general could sigh, the hundred households beside him pointed at the front and shouted: "Sir, look, this thousand households are really lively."

Looking in the direction pointed by the hundred households, many ragged people were building houses, and there were bursts of shouts and shouts coming from a distance.

"Huh..." The general shouted softly, "Can these soldiers behave in action?"

"drill?"

The hundreds of households next to him could hardly laugh when they heard this. The Ming army stipulated that the soldiers of the garrison had to perform twice a month, but now almost all the garrison systems are in name only. The military households have all transformed into authentic farmers. Not to mention the exercises every half month, some military households may be rare to perform once in their lifetime. Isn’t this a joke?
Chapter completed!