Chapter Twelve: The Rise of the Empire

  As for the establishment of Yang's Power System Company, it was very simple. After completing all the legal procedures, they first bought a small building in Gothenburg to hang their headquarters signboard, with Alfred as the general manager and Yang Feng as the chairman of the board. Then, they started manufacturing diesel engine samples in Alfred's original small workshop.

  The diesel engine used in the hand tractor is not difficult to make in terms of materials or manufacturing technology at this time. Yang Feng has a complete set of design drawings and even has samples made by beautiful women, and the rest is the work of factory technicians. If some parts can't be made by them, they can directly let the beautiful women take charge. In fact, Yang Feng is more inclined to hand over core components to beautiful women in the future.

  In addition, other parts of the tractor are even simpler. In later generations, any roadside workshop can make such things, and there is no problem in this era either. However, what makes Yang Feng headache is that the welding technology at this time is relatively garbage, whether it is arc welding or resistance welding, just started, and the most common thing in these factories is still riveting.

  The tractor produced in this way is very dissatisfying to him.

  "We need to get the welding equipment ready, and I also have a gas welding technique that needs to be patented." Yang Feng said to Erickson, looking at the awkward-looking tractor body with a frown.

  He was talking about acetylene welding, a British man tried oxygen cutting for the first time this year, but he used it to rob a bank. Ten years later, the French finally made a real acetylene welder, but that's a small matter for Yang Feng. Acetylene wasn't rare at that time, and oxygen tanks were also no big deal. Rubber hoses were even easier to get, and they were natural rubber too. All that was left was the welding gun, this kind of small thing could be made by the beauty factory even if it couldn't be produced at that time.

  "This is the essence of technological development! In short, it's all about grabbing money in a better way, just with different methods and scales." Thinking of this point makes me feel a little sentimental.

  In addition, there is also the wheel, carbon black rubber, tread pattern, canvas... Yang Feng found that he needs to apply for a lot of patents, just one wheel alone requires a large number of them. Moreover, currently, no rubber factory can produce this, so he would have to set up his own rubber factory.

  In addition, there is also a manual transmission, which is a good thing. The automobile has just been invented and the first gearboxes appeared only last year, but the true manual gearbox was not invented until four years later. At that time, getting the patent in hand means that car manufacturers will have to pay royalties for the next twenty years. Moreover, various gearboxes can be introduced step by step, so the entire automotive industry is basically under control.

  Of course, this requires having enough strength on one's own. A big cake like this can't be relied on just by the weak binding force of law. However, I believe this point will be resolved with time. At least within ten years, car manufacturers still don't have enough strength to challenge the law. Now, Mercedes' annual sales may not even match the income from selling one aluminum alloy horse-drawn carriage. Who knows what the world will be like in ten years?

  "After that, we'll need to set up a patent application department, and then match it with a specialized team of lawyers who will keep an eye on those who infringe on our patent rights around the world, just like what multinational corporations do." He thought to himself with some complacency.

  Why not just set up an automobile factory? But thinking about it, let's talk about it later. At this time, the Ford Model T was already out, so how could others survive? Moreover, the current automotive industry is still a new thing and there is no need to rush.

  In addition to the diesel engine, there were also semi-automatic pistols and SKF double-row conical roller bearings being manufactured at the same time in the original Bofors armory. The former was not very difficult, but the latter was extremely challenging. Fortunately, Yang Feng was not in a hurry for this thing, so he could just leave it to those technical personnel to slowly complete it. Besides, whether this thing is useful now is still hard to say!

  What he really cares about is the semi-automatic pistol, and for this reason, he even ran all the way to Bofors. This guy can also be considered a good mechanical engineer in some ways, after all, he has played with it for so many years, and seen many things, and basically mastered many places on his own.

  He himself came out, plus Bofors' original artillery engineer, his first automatic pistol was even earlier than the diesel engine. The blueprint for this pistol is actually the Browning M1903, which uses a free gun mechanism and 9mm Parabellum ammunition. It looks almost identical to the original, but during testing, it was found that the shell ejection rate was relatively high.

  For the world's first semi-automatic pistol, this minor defect is completely understandable. At least that's what Bofors' engineers thought, as they seemed to have seen a bright future for Bofors from this pistol. Besides, it was just an experimental product, and with improvements in craftsmanship and technology, this defect would definitely be resolved later on.

  "Try another design." Yang Da Boss was not satisfied with this result, and under the stunned gaze of those around him, he took out a completely different handgun from his pocket. This was a Mauser C96. If the Browning M1903 seemed a bit too advanced for this era, then the C96 shouldn't have that problem. A five-year gap should be easily made up.

  "Chairman, how many semi-automatic pistols have you invented?" asked an engineer named Anderson, watching Yang Feng demonstrate the shooting method of the C96.

  "There are three, but I still hope you can solve the first problem. This design is too ugly and it's estimated that military officers will not like it. Their guns are just for decoration, they won't like ugly guns, and the size is a bit big, it won't be very popular in civilian use either. It's only suitable for rebels to use." Yang Feng said, his third design was naturally the Ruger P08, but the technical difficulty of the Ruger clearly exceeded that of the Browning M1903, so he didn't plan to manufacture it for now.

  "Gentlemen, do your best! Following me, you will create more miracles. Automatic pistols, machine guns, and even artillery, Bofors will become the king of the land warfare industry." Looking at their shocked expressions, Yang boss said with great satisfaction.

  Much like what he imagined, the sample of Mauser C96 made by Bofors was much better, with a much lower rate of jamming than the Browning M1903, and had actually reached saleable standards. However, unlike the original, Yang Feng's C96 also used 9mm Parabellum ammunition.

  In the next few days, Yang Feng and Bofors engineers focused on improving Browning, finally selecting two of the best trial results from ten samples, and then selected two Mauser, selected a batch of the best quality bullets, and then rushed back to Gothenburg.

  He had to come back, as the patients who went to UK for medical treatment during this period couldn't wait for his return to London, so they all chased him to Gothenburg. If he didn't go back, these guys would probably be able to dismantle the headquarters of Yang's Power System Company.

  "Don't rush, one by one, Mr. Yang has had a long and tiring journey, he needs to rest for a while, today we can only treat ten patients, you can go over there to line up and get your own number first, then come back according to the date on the number." The female secretary in a long dress with a smile on her face said this outside the office of the chairman of the Yang Corporation.

  Behind her, in the chairman's office, Yang Feng was admiring his automatic pistol with Alfred and a Swedish army logistics officer.

  "General Larsson, how do you feel? This automatic pistol is much more beautiful than the revolver you're wearing, and it's also more practical. On the battlefield, the time it takes to fire a shot and cock the hammer again is enough for your enemy to kill you many times over. But this automatic pistol doesn't have that defect, with seven bullets you can shoot them out in just a few seconds." Yang Feng said with a smile.

  Mosquitoes are also meat, although the Swedish army can't buy many, but it's a good start, and it's also an advertisement for Bofors automatic pistols.

  "Yang, I think this one is more suitable for a military man." What surprised Yang was that General Larsson obviously preferred the C96.

  "Indeed, the advantages of this pistol are also very obvious. Firstly, its magazine capacity is large, and secondly, its range is longer than that one, making it more practical on the battlefield. Additionally, I have designed a 20-round detachable magazine for it, and its wooden gun case can be attached to the back as a shoulder stock, increasing accuracy when shooting at distant targets." Yang Feng said, picking up a newly made C96 and demonstrating its usage with great familiarity.

  "Sir, sir, you can't just barge in!" He was there trying to persuade Larson when he suddenly heard the female secretary's cry of alarm from outside, followed by the office door being roughly pushed open. A burly man with a robust build burst in and then froze on the spot.

  "Sir, your behavior is very impolite." Yang Feng said coldly, aiming a C96 with a shoulder stock at him.

  "Firstly, sir, my sister is dying." The robust man said with a sorrowful expression.

  "Alright, I forgive you, now go and bring your sister over." Yang Feng said as he put down the gun.

  "Alas, alas, I don't have money to pay your medical fees," the strong man said with some difficulty.

  "No money? What disease can you cure without money?" Yang Da Boss immediately put on a angelic face and said.

  "Sir, please!" The strong man begged, bowing his head so low it almost touched the ground.

  "Never mind, just bring the person over first!" Mr. Yang waved his hand in a helpless manner, as there were guests present today and he should show some mercy.

  "And what's wrong with your sister?" He immediately stopped the strong man and asked, Yang Shen Yi had always been ridiculed by reporters with ulterior motives in this regard, because it was said that he himself was not good at diagnosing diseases, usually the patient had to tell him what disease they had.

  "The doctor before said it was sepsis." The robust man replied after a moment of stunned silence.