Yang Feng also breathed a sigh of relief. He had lived these days with the one hundred francs given by Lavelle. For him who was used to luxury, it was really like a year. Now he could finally enjoy it. First, he had to clean up the inside of the yacht.
For a moment, it can definitely be said that this place is completely deserted.
While counting the banknotes happily, this guy said to Huang Zunxian: "Master Huang, this is the so-called natural water. This thing can cure many terminal diseases today, except for a small number of people who may be allergic to it.
Other than that, there are almost no side effects. If someone in our embassy gets diseases like pneumonia, tetanus, or relapsing fever, just tell me and we will use it for free."
He did remember that Xue Fucheng died of relapsing fever. Speaking of which, this old man could be said to be a rare understanding person in Chinese officialdom at this time. If he could have survived, at least Li Er and the Japanese would not have lost so miserably in the Sino-Japanese War.
"Then why do you insist on getting a sign for the ancestral miracle medicine?" Huang Zunxian asked doubtfully.
"I want to say that this was invented by our Chinese scientists. Who would dare to use it now? Give them a mysterious color as a gimmick, and these guys will feel more at ease." Yang Feng said with a smile.
He wanted to sell penicillin to the upper classes in Europe and America. Those dukes and counts absolutely despised Chinese scientists, but they often flocked to things with a bit of magic.
Huang Zunxian was a little hard to understand, but it had nothing to do with him. He mainly came to visit Yang Feng's yacht. By the way, he told this guy that there was a dinner held by the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the evening. He was going to attend as Xue Fucheng's interpreter, so it was best
Change his clothes, what he is wearing now is a bit too inappropriate.
Yang Feng looked at the black assault suit he was wearing and shrugged nonchalantly. He didn't know if he would scare Lao Xue's head if he put on the golden dragon collar. But after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Even though this was Paris, he could wear one.
No one cares about the five-clawed golden dragon, but after all, we still have to think about the future.
This guy found a ready-made clothing store, chose an evening dress that was more pleasing to the eye, and went to the embassy dressed like a well-dressed man. Then he was introduced to Xue Fucheng by Huang Zunxian. That night, he and the fat old man Xue took a carriage to attend the dinner party.
Went. This was actually a farewell banquet held by the French for Xue Fucheng. Although he was the minister of four countries, he was mainly from the United Kingdom, so he would be stationed in London.
Yang Feng's performance at the banquet can be said to be very eye-catching. This guy is used to being in the upper class. He is naturally at home in such an occasion. He is well-dressed, has a gentle manner, and his conversation is full of witty words. In addition, he is also rich in knowledge.
A bunch of ghost guys were so frightened that they thought he was an envoy!
However, as he attracted more and more attention, the French people attending the dinner suddenly noticed that Yang Translator seemed to be wearing a very beautiful watch on his wrist. You must know that this is still the era of pocket watches. Although there are wrist watches, they are not
It is combined with a bracelet, similar to jewelry, and is specially worn by ladies and ladies, and it is the top ladies and ladies, such as queens and princesses.
"Yang, are you wearing a watch?" asked a French diplomat who had a rather speculative chat with Yang Feng.
"Ah, is this what you are talking about?" Yang Feng raised his hand casually and showed his seagull hollow tourbillon in front of him. The guy's eyes immediately straightened, as if he saw a beautiful woman.
It's like opening your heart to him.
"Self-winding, tourbillon, calendar, and waterproof, you can even swim in the Seine with it," Yang Feng said reservedly.
"This is impossible!" The diplomat, unable to keep up his appearance any longer, exclaimed without hesitation, and the dinner guests were immediately attracted.
"Mr. Pierre, are you doubting my honesty?" Yang Feng said with an unhappy look.
Xue Fucheng, who didn't understand French, looked at him doubtfully. To be honest, he was very satisfied with Yang Feng's translator. Although this guy was a bit overwhelming, as a Chinese diplomat who didn't understand Western society, such an assistant could be said to be
What he looks forward to most.
"Sir, it's nothing. Mr. Pierre just doesn't believe that my watch is so magical." Yang Feng lowered his head and explained to him.
"Yang, please forgive my gaffe, but what you said is really unbelievable. It is impossible to accommodate a tourbillon in such a small watch, let alone an automatic winding device. As for waterproofing, it is simply unbelievable.
Sorry." Pierre apologized without any apology.
There is no need to doubt it if it has a calendar. The calendar is clearly there on the dial. The earliest calendar was only exhibited by Audemars Piguet for the first time last year.
Yang Feng looked at him, then at the suspicious eyes of the focused ghost guys around him, and then, under the dumbfounded gaze, he took off his watch with a faint smile and casually put it into Pierre's wine glass.
There was a scream of surprise all around.
Pierre raised the wine glass and looked through the blood-red wine in the glass. The hands of the strange-looking watch were turning quietly without any abnormality. Some guests had already taken out their pocket watches and looked at the rotating hands.
At that time, the entire banquet hall was silent, except for the sound of countless clock hands, especially the seagull tourbillon in the wine glass. The faint ticking sound was like a vague mockery, becoming more and more clear as time went by.
"Mr. Pierre, aren't you tired?" After almost half an hour, Yang Feng said with a sincere face.
Pierre, who was holding the wine glass like a sculpture, gave him a blank look.
Yang Feng reached out and took out the watch from his wine glass, wiped it with a napkin, and put it back on his wrist amid countless shocked looks.
"As for the automatic winding and tourbillon, I think there is no need to show it." Yang Feng shook the watch and said calmly.
It can be said that this guy has done enough advertising tonight. The Seagull Tourbillon appeared in Paris newspapers the next day. The legend of this magical watch quickly spread across the European continent, and by this time its owner had already set off for
Britain.
The newly decorated private yacht Black Arrow (this is the name Yang Feng gave to his yacht) was speeding on the Seine River carrying the Chinese diplomatic corps including Xue Fucheng and Huang Zunxian on the Seine River. Yang Feng stood at the
He was humming songs in the cab and enjoying the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
"Feng Sheng, what kind of machine do you have? Why don't you use coal?" Xue Fucheng and others were very interested in his diesel engine. They were all in the stern power room, looking at the two diesel engines in wonder.
Fengsheng is the name Yang Feng gave himself. Since it was more popular at this time, he also made one for himself.
Now that the Westernization Movement is in full swing, ancient Chinese officials have long regarded these strange techniques as a trend, especially Westernization generals like Xue Fucheng, who are well aware of the importance of technology.
"That's called an internal combustion engine. It's different from a steam engine. It burns oil. The ones made in Europe now burn gasoline, but mine burns diesel. I plan to apply for a patent for this design to the patent offices of various countries. In the future
If you have money, you can open a factory and make it yourself." Yang Feng said casually.
He is really planning to produce diesel engines, of course not tank engines with more than 500 horsepower. This thing is a bit fantasy for this era, but the engine of a walking tractor is fine. His computer on the shuttle has countless stored in it.
Data, let alone diesel engines, are available for turbojet engines.
So after arriving in London, he planned to apply for patents from various European countries. Whether he could get it was another matter. Anyway, he was not in a hurry. At this time, there was no one to compete with him. Diesel only patented his patent in 1892.
The engine design was patented and the first machine was built in 1897. He did not feel any pressure.
"Brother Fengsheng, are you interested in manufacturing this kind of thing in our country? You don't need any investment. I can recommend you to Li Zhongtang. When the time comes, I will open a factory for you. Not only will you be the general manager, but you will also be the general manager.
I will give you a sixth-grade top hat, and when the factory makes money, it can also give you dividends." Xue Fucheng said.
This old man had a pretty good idea. He was famous, profitable, and powerful, and he didn’t have to pay a penny. If Boss Yang hadn’t been ambitious, he might have considered it. Unfortunately, the person he wanted to deceive was a deep-seated person.
A veteran who knows his official background.
"Your Majesty, this old guy is too insidious. When the time comes that he actually builds a diesel engine, and Li Erji kicks me away, who will I cry to then?" Yang Feng thought to himself.
"Mr.
"We have no shortage of these at home. We can even build ironclads ourselves, but we can't build such a small thing?"
Not low. It can be said that a system has been formed. Not only can it build its own steam engines and armored ships, but even this year, the Jinling Machinery Bureau has started to imitate the 120mm rapid-fire cannon. It can be said that China in this era has already possessed modern industry.
It was a pity that the Sino-Japanese War was over. Yang Feng couldn't help but booed when he thought of this.
"Mr.
Then build a factory in China to avoid problems." Yang Feng said, he could only appease the old man now.
Xue Fucheng didn't say anything anymore. He was an old fox, so he naturally understood that Yang Feng was fooling him.