Chapter 49 Car

  After returning to London, Yang Feng received two unexpected orders. One was from Li Ergouzi, who purchased 50 Type 82 rocket launchers and 5,000 rounds of ammunition from Bofors. This was a matter of giving something in return for what he had received, as a thank you for the 4,000 rounds of 152mm cannonballs that Yang Feng had given him earlier. So far, Yang Feng has given him 8,000 rounds of this kind of cannonball, which should be enough for the United Fleet to drink a pot of.

  However, the 305mm heavy artillery shells Yang Feng has not yet delivered to him. This thing must be given to him near the start of the war. The six hundred rounds are limited in number and slightly wasteful, it is possible that there will not be enough.

  Another was from Zhang Zhidong, Yang Feng had sent an engineer to him from Bofors, who had solved the converter problem of Hanyang Ironworks very well and also taught them some relatively advanced technology. The steel produced was not inferior to that imported from Europe. As a thank you, Zhang Zhidong ordered 5,000 Lee-Enfield rifles and 20 howitzers from Bofors.

  "Mr. Zhang, you can go back and tell your father that if he is interested, I can collaborate with him to set up an arms factory in Wuhan, using the high-quality steel from Hanyang to manufacture these things." Yang Feng said this to Zhang Quan, the eldest son of Zhang Zhidong, who was responsible for purchasing military supplies at the Chinese Embassy in London. At over 30 years old, Zhang Quan was currently at home studying poetry and preparing to take the imperial examination to become a xiucai, following in his father's footsteps.

  Zhang Quan naturally agreed with his mouth full of words.

  "By the way, Brother Renquan, you rarely come to Europe. If there's no urgent matter that requires your return, why not stay and take a good look around with me?" Yang Feng said suddenly, he suddenly remembered that Zhang Zhidong also had some small ambitions, in the year of Gengzi, he had also tried to get rid of Empress Dowager Cixi and do his own thing.

  "Mr. Yang, my father has sent me here this time, and it is also with this intention." Zhang Quan said with a smile, in fact, this was the main intention of Zhang Zhidong's sending him, as one of the few late Qing officials who did not cover his own eyes, Zhang Zhidong naturally understood that being well-read in poetry and books had little use in this era.

  "In that case, let's go take a look at something good first. If Lord Xue is interested, he can come and take a look with us." Yang Feng stood up and said to Xue Fu Cheng beside him.

  Lao Xue naturally had an interest, he knew that Yang Feng's good things were endless, and each one could make people's eyes widen. A group of people left the Chinese embassy, took a horse-drawn carriage to Jin Yuan Company, where the scene of crowded heads scared Zhang Quan, and surprisingly, they were all women. The news that Jin Yuan Company had new goods arriving had already caused a sensation in London, and those noblewomen who had been waiting with bated breath immediately rushed over without hesitation.

  The scene in front of him made Mr. Yang very satisfied, and he was about to take the guests around to the back door when a horse carriage stopped beside them.

  "Your Highness, haven't you returned to Hessen yet?" Yang Feng looked at Alice in some astonishment as she walked out of the carriage.

  Alice hummed discontentedly and then, with the foolish fiancée following behind her, gave Yang Feng a cold glance before walking directly into the grand hall of Jin Yuan Company. It was Princess Mary who still remembered to greet him, while Yang Feng rubbed his head in confusion, wondering what he had done to offend her.

  Suddenly, this guy remembered that he had forgotten to invite the German Emperor. It's been almost a month since the last test voyage of the Wasp, and he had left the invitation from one of Europe's most powerful monarchs hanging. No wonder Alice, who was acting as an intermediary, was dissatisfied.

  "Feng Sheng, how did you offend this princess?" Xue Fu Cheng said with some schadenfreude.

  Yang Feng smiled slightly.

  "Is this the princess?" Zhang Quan asked with a shocked face.

  "German Empire, Princess of the Grand Duchy of Hesse. If we were to call her by our naming conventions, she should be called a county princess. Who is that girl next to her?" Xue Fucheng said.

  "Victoria's fiancée, the future princess of Britain." Yang Feng said casually, then quickly followed up, Alice had to be appeased well, after all, his countless big conspiracies in the future would depend on this princess to complete.

  "Your Highness, when are you returning to Schwarz? If needed, I can escort you." Yang Feng said as he approached Alice who was shopping.

  Alice naturally understood his meaning, smiled slightly and said: "In two days, I'll let you know then."

  "I'll wait for your news then. Ah, I just received a great item here, are you interested in taking a look? As for these skincare products, there's no need to choose, I'll have someone send them over to the two of you later." Yang Feng said.

  His good stuff is a car, Yang's Power System Company, using the tank engine and gearbox he provided and the drawings he provided, it took more than a year to finally design his six-wheeled luxury armored sedan. This white sedan completely replicated the one in the movie, even the luxurious decorations on the body were made exactly the same. When this car that exudes classic luxury from head to toe appeared in front of them, not to mention Xue Fu Cheng and others, even Alice was stunned.

  "Your Highnesses, would you like to take a ride?" Yang Feng said with a smile, opening the car door.

  Needless to say, Alice and the two of them sat in without hesitation.

  Inside the car, it was completely modern automotive design, with a soft-top folding roof and an extremely luxurious interior. The two-hundred-plus horsepower engine, hydraulic coupling transmission, drove this less-than-six-ton vehicle very easily. Even the fuel used was specially formulated gasoline made with additives provided by Yang Feng. Amidst the shrill cries of the two princesses in the back seat, the car roared out of the gates of Jin Yuan Company like an enraged bull, charging headlong onto the streets outside.

  This science fiction-like powered beast, speeding through the rain and fog of London, with two dazzling front lights that seemed like a dragon's flames, scared pedestrians on the street to flee in all directions. At this time, although occasionally seeing a car, those simple and slow cars had nothing in common with this monster, plus the unprecedented crazy speed, causing panic was inevitable.

  The two princesses quickly recovered from their initial fright and became extremely excited, after all they were young girls of around twenty years old, at the age of rebellion, plus their high status and the repression of the aristocratic life, they had an unparalleled passion for street racing. They screamed while leaning on the car window, looking at the outside scene laughing very happily, completely unaware of the great panic this car caused in the city.

  Yang Feng was like a charioteer carrying a small star, wildly galloping through the streets of London, stirring up the narrow roads and causing people to look on in awe. Even the police were intimidated, retreating to the side to watch him speed by. Only when he finally stopped in front of the Golden Source Company did they cautiously approach, but upon seeing Yang, the big boss, emerge from the car, along with the carriage bearing the crest of the Black Forest royal family beside it, they immediately became too afraid to speak.

  "Is there something wrong, officer?" Yang Feng asked a policeman with an air of superiority.

  "Sir, you've caused a disturbance on the street." The officer said weakly.

  "What nonsense! It's really laughable. I was just accompanying the two princes for a drive in the car, are cars not allowed on London streets? Mr. Lane, is there such a provision in British law?" Yang Feng turned to ask the specialized lawyer from Jin Yuan Company.

  "Mr. Yang, how is it possible? There's no such law in any country that prohibits cars from driving on the streets, so what's the point of inventing them? Officer, Mr. Yang has not broken any laws, although there are regulations for horse-drawn carriages in London, but none for cars. As for the commotion you mentioned, it can only be blamed on these pedestrians being too surprised and ignorant. If you use this as a reason to accuse Mr. Yang of breaking the law, I will sue you for abuse of power." Lawyer Lane said to the officer with the same arrogant tone.

  Alright, the poor policeman could only leave with his men, his face filled with humiliation. In fact, he was well aware that for these super-rich and top-level aristocrats, even if there were laws to restrict them, it would be nothing but a joke.

  Yang Feng and his luxury car made headlines in the newspapers the next day, but for this Chinese man who stimulated nerves every now and then, Londoners were already used to it. Except for a few dissatisfied newspapers that condemned his evil deeds, others just treated him as a fresh topic after dinner, but those car manufacturers were different. That was not a car, it was their dream, their future.